I ask.  I receive.  (How cool is that?!?)  And sometimes, it's a solid and quick turn-around. No doubt. My mind is Not playing tricks. Ask. Receive. Simple. Natural. 

It was only last week that I posted a request (to the Universe) on a website that I visit regularly … because it 'gets me' and I, techno-peasant, goal-oriented, tree-hugging, eco-holic, karma-conscious, authentic, pro-choice, not for sale, trutholigist, perfectly imperfect, life artist … work in progress 'get it'.  (No. I'm Not going to link to the site.  It's a place I reserve for my anonymous self … for right now.)  Anyway, I digress.

While reading Walking in this World (Julia Cameron), Week 6 I teared-up. Realizing the vacancy in my 'creative support team' felt isolating and sad.  Weepy, but knowing, I registered my request for Believing Mirrors where I knew, from past experience, that the Gods would find it – on the web.Then I went about my week.

Turns out that this past week I spent a bunch of misguided time sabotaging myself.  Not smart. I know. In fact, I started with great intentions, and in a mistaken application of 'Finish Something' (a quilt that has been Unfinished for 3!!! years) I, in a rage, narrowly avoided thrashing that quilt top with scissors and ultimately ended-up as a self-negating puddle.

As fortune would have it, the Universe had already read my post.  And last night, at the gathering of the Walking in this World cluster, a quartet of Believing Mirrors listened to the breakdown in my heart. I felt heard, cradled and understood.

In a symphony of uplifting energy they reflected my own 'brilliance', about the project, back to me and then, effectively, but gently also delivered constructive truth.  

Today, about this and many other things, I am overflowing with thankfulness. Drinking the nectar of how much I love to hang out with high-calibre Creative people is delicious.