Dear Friends,

 

I am writing you because you are my world. Your lives are everything that lends meaning to my life. I realize there is no niamo no nancy no muid no davis no me without you.  Right now i'm listen to a tape on closing prospects; it's all about developing relationships to sell your product. this is the kind of language that for many years was foreign to me, but I finally figured out what the message was. The product is the contribution and the sell is the delivery or image people get when i contribute in whatever way I am giving in that moment.

 

There are many moments or instances. there is the 9-5 development job; the 5-9 young living job (which is an I Wish because if I ever did it that tough perhaps I could replace my 9-5 quite quickly!), the 9-12pm, 5-days-a-week being a wife job and the 48 hours of everything to everybody job. That last one is the one where I am a member of this and of that, in leadership positions no less, and I am very much not your most placid spirit. This is what I believe I would like to be.

 

Placid. The only person in the world whom I know well that fits this description is a beautiful, elegant and queenly wife and mother who is married to one of my educator-mentors. She purchased young living oils from me, needing something to help her sleep. I thought the Peace & Calming and Lavender would do the trick. No such luck. She really didn't notice the difference. A few days ago I delivered the Rutavala to her--half a bottle. I gave the other half to Kristen. Now it is about follow-up with both of them. Back to the placid queen, again, before the Rutavala she would bed down for the night, sleep two hours, then have to get up to do something around the house. She is not the type who seems to worry. I took her story to mean she is so placid she simply doesn't need sleep. Alas, she gets tired during the day sometimes and then rests for an hour or so. Again, not necessarily full sleep.

 

So if the placid queen wife who has the gorgeous house, husband, children, grandchildren and life cannot sleep and doesn't know what to do about it and, only in my view, doesn't seem to need to do anything about it, do i have anything to complain about? do i, with my busy self reflecting too many present lives and past lives and visions of future lives think that i can help a woman who i hold in the highest esteem as one of my futures? Is where she is where I am headed, or one of the places to which I am guiding myself? She bakes bread in her spare time.  And gardens and does other things with her hands. I admire her vastly. Knowing her changes me.  And this is only one remarkable women who is a sister and dear friend although we barely speak deeply about any of the above. I love her as I love some due part of myself. I invite everyone to identify the ineffable beings who upset the notions of placidity and sleep, and make them one. I am writing to you because you are my world.