Envision the life that I want

but for a friend who is away from U/us for now. This song, this minute, reminds Me of him. May you wake into your life, dear one, the one of your making. May it be childlike and exuberant, epic and full of light.

rising playfully from depths to bubble up and out, lighter than air, to share with a beloved or a stranger. This will be abundant in the life I create.

without restraint or apology, must be a driving force in the life I create.

I will accept nothing less, for Myself, or Mine.

My children would be at the top. Their future, the tenor but not the quality, is ultimately negotiable, but by them, not Me, and My protection and nurture of its fulfillment is most certainly not.

It goes without saying that My children will be in the life I want, but still I say it here, in order to name that which is central, and that around which, right now, so much else revolves. What that looks like, or will look like going forward, will ultimately evolve.

In reviewing My reactions to things of late, and My history, it is clear that the times I have felt most like a failure, the times I have felt least fulfilled, and have eventually walked away, were the times I could not (or no longer) have a positive impact. I realize how important it is to Me to make a positive difference for those whose lives I am in. In the relationships that comprise the life I want, that is a must-have for happiness.

alongside My servant, separately, but hand in hand. Here is where I begin a journey into the future, a gaze toward the horizon that begins as a look within Myself, and at My life.

My life… It will have room for, no, a commitment to, writing. Without this means of processing the world, I would not be whole.

Omission of a daily touchstone has done more than increase mobility, it has actually inhibited focus, and has bolstered a sense of lostness that is dual, shared by Me. But the truth is that in this time of re-negotiation, reconsideration of the boundaries and commitments as they pertain to personal authenticity, Mistress gratitudes seem inadequate as a daily focus. I am secure in My servant’s gratitude for Me, and always have been. I know My place in his heart as he knows his in Mine, even if W/we are not as clear on where that leaves U/us in the world outside of this one. Part of the problem is that neither of U/us is as sure as W/we could be about what an ideal, authentic life looks like for either of U/us.

To that end, I am charging My servant with a new goal, a new daily task, a new meditation, one I will share. The goal is to envision the life he wants … one element at a time. He will adopt this goal, and each day he will focus not on Me but on envisioning, visualizing, some aspect of his desired life and posting it under this goal. A color or a smell, an activity, a person, an emotion. Clothing, geography, and climate, of the home and of the heart. The role of passion and support, and what those might look like. That which he values, and that which no longer suits him. That which is non-negotiable, and that which is a luxury. Embrace and discardia. His new life can, and might, look uncannily like the current one. Those elements he relishes should by all means carry on in that future vision.

Through images, ingredients, through sight and naming, the life of his desiring will take shape. He need not know what it looks like in total, just what it includes, and with each inclusion, that vision will expand, and each of U/us with it.