I am 53 years old, and with that being said, I have been around the block a few times. I recently joined a women's group called "The Ladies of Hunterdon County", which happens to be the county that I have lived in with my husband and two sons for some thirty years. With the amount of traveling that I do, and with both my sons now all grown, I was beginning to feel disconnected from the bonds that form from being a part of a community. I'll come back to telling you more about this part of the story in a bit....
10 a.m. yesterday morning, I made a commitment to get my first blog post written and posted. The topic that I chose was "human consciousness." With a degree in mass communications, psychology & art, I was like a kid in a candy store exploring all aspects of this topic to the point of exhaustion the entire day.By 3:46p.m., I felt like someone had punched me in both eyes....( note to self...no more long hours of gazing at the computer screen). I had written only a few lines, and had a gaggle is disjointed notes staring back at me. There were three cups of tea (still half full) cloistering the orange peel remnants of my lunch and popcorn that had found it's way to the floor surrounding where I was in my seat. Frustrated and feeling a bit unnerved that I was attempting to write about "consciousness" when I myself was in a heavy fog, I decided to call it a day. I jumped into the shower, ran to the gym. and then headed off to the Group's meeting. I was on information overload from the topic of consciousness, and was still trying to take it all in. I was having such a hard time expressing in my own words, my opinions and beliefs on the topic. Not because I did not understand the topic mind you, it was quite the opposite...You see, for the past 27 years I have been on a journey of outwardly seeking spirituality. Just about 7 years ago, I believe I had what mystics and masters call "samadhi", or an enlighten spiritual experience. From that day forward, I have been much easier on myself and others, letting go of situations and relationships that were harmful to my spirit, and have come to understand for myself the meaning and true essences of being alive and at one with the Divine. During this time, I also knew that there would come a day that I would (on a global level) be writing on my experience, and writing many books that have to do with self love and awakening, What I did not know until now, was that my photography would assist me with in this process, or, that becoming a Holistic Chef only a few years ago would also come into play. I find this all particularly amusing since I can be a deeply troubled individual at times, being a pretty deep thinker, and rebel to the core. Some days I feel like it would be easier to pull a nail out of concrete with my teeth then to expose my heart felt vulnerabilities in writing with any cohesiveness or style. Yet, these facts remain, and to date I have even gained an International Award for my work as an Educator of Plant Based Foods.
Shifting gears back to where I was headed, I was on my way to the Group when I realized that I was really dog tired and was thinking of turning my car around and going home. I had only been to the group twice before, each time was different and great. The group has a Facebook membership of over 1000 members, so I never really know who was going to show up or why? Sarah, The young woman who admins the group is the daughter of one of my friends, and the manager of the restaurant where we met. I just love going to support her vision and had just told her I was on my way. I was also hoping to see Maryann, a friend (from 30 years ago) and who had also come to the last two events.
Glazed over, and needing to eat, I parked my car and headed into the place. The volume level from the laughing and mingling was deafening. There is a BYOB policy, and although I do not drink, I was thrilled that others would be. I figured that with each passing bottle of wine, my exhaustion level would be less apparent, and I could fade into the woodwork.The room was filled with women. I walked in, grabbed myself a name tag. I wrote on it "DOSA or Dorothy." DOSA is a shorten version of my full name that some friends gave me as a nickname. Some love it, and others prefer to call me Dorothy. I answer to both, and many more...... Anyway, I introduced myself ONLY to a few women who approached me, as I passed though the crowded room. Two group members had brought there wears, and were demonstrating some jewelry and stage setup for photography services. Many of the women were trying on the jewelry and than having their photographs taken. They were having a a blast. I tracked down the server and ordered myself a meal. Next, I found my friend Maryann, and like a child hanging on their Mother's leg, I hung with her so I did not have to go through the formalities of introducing myself to new people given the state of my ability at that moment in time. She looked me over and asked me if I had gotten myself a seat. She... being a good friend, understood where I was at and needed only little explanation, to be empathetic. She gathered me up and took me over to her table where it was "quieter" and where there were many open seats. We enjoyed our meal together. When I was done eating , all I wanted to do was lay my head on the table and fall into a deep sleep. Just then, two women (that I had introduced myself too when I came in the door,) sat down next to with us. They were bubbly and best friends. They were sweet and they were kind....and they were drinking a wee bit too much and were slurring their words with giddiness, warm hearts and delight. "The drunk girl sitting next to me", turned to me kindly and asked in as serious a voice as she could muster: "what did you say your name was again...."Soda?" Now I know I was "feeling out of it", but I did a double take, and asked myself: did my ears just hear what she had to say? Did she called me Soda???? Soda? Now this was an all time new name for me...I busted out laughing as she moved my hair off my shoulder in search of my name tag to see if she had remembered my name correctly. We laughed and laughed , and spent the next few hours to my amazement ( given everyones state of "consciousness"), in very intimate and explorative conversation. They were two young angels that shared very personal and poignant aspects of their lives. They were educated and insightful. I started talking to them about what I had been writing about though out the day. In that moment, I realized that there, right before my eyes was a reflection of what I was trying to say all day. When the group was over, I went on to another place to "debrief" with my friend Maryann. We needed some quite time alone to pick up where we left off in our conversation. We went to another place to eat...and of course, I had something more to eat!! I ran into another friend there and we made some plans for the next week. I came home and opened up my computer and haven't stopped typing since....... I believe that "Human consciousness." is an ever shifting and evolving state of being. I know that I am not the same person that I was in my 20's, 30's, & 40's, nor will I be the same person I am today as I approach the future decades of my years. I have come to realize, that I see what I want to see, hear what I want to hear....and take into my mind only what my heart can absorb openly and freely without fear. I need to honor and accept all parts of my being in order to escape my own limitations. A special thanks and shout out to the Drunk Girl sitting next to me who called Me "Soda...." ~Soda