Don't Worry

Okay, ten of us women have recently formed a weekly group that is still just too much to admit or explain, even to myself.  Suffice to say I currently call it Woo Woo Wednesday, which my family understands means (a) they get to go out to eat without Mom-the-health-food-nazi and (b) I'll come home with yet another couple of really really really weird stories.

I promise, or at least I think maybe possibly I'll eventually promise to be more forthcoming.  But for now I share last week's tidbit:  Quit Worrying.  About everything.  Worry is the one thing that blocks out the divine.  Don't ditch compassion, or empathy, or righteous indignation.  Feel grief and sadness when you must, joy & bliss as often as you can.  And always act when it's meaningful & necessary.

But cut out the worrying part.  The sound of worry is our thickest barrier, the worst of all culprits severing the day-to-day us from that other transcendent us, whatever we want to call it -- god, divinity, higher self, true self, angels, spirit, soul, unconscious (our own or the collective), superego, inner voice, yada yada.  The other "us" that always knows there's nothing to worry about, except can't convey that peace to this "us" until we stop worrying ...   

So quit worrying.  (And if you can't just stop on your own, music's the most efficient way to blast right through it.)  Sing.  Dance.  And be merry instead.