Barometer: Crispy.

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Barometer: Crispy.

Beloved,

 

In the past few weeks, some things—things that usually don’t bother me—irked me.

 

Like the line at the grocery store. 

It pissed me off yesterday.

I usually don’t mind.

 

I coined the phrase “spiritual barometer” to refer to a thing that sometimes annoys and sometimes doesn’t.

 

My favorite example is my brother-in-law, Bob.  

 

When Bob calls—that is, when I see his face and number on my phone—sometimes I think, “Oh good, it’s Bob!” 

And sometimes I think, “What the heck does he want?”

 

My spiritual barometers help me to know my mood—and, if I listen, I can see when I need to up my compassion and self-care.

 

 


 

 

Anyhow, the past few weeks my spiritual barometers has indicated I am/was a bit crispy and I am/was headed towards burn out.

 

So, I’m implementing, starting immediately, compassion and self-care—so, I’m asking you NOT to respond to this email.

 

 


 

Next week is the “off-week” of the month for the newsletter.

 

I’ll be back to serve you fresh spiritualigious content April 7th.

 

I’ll be refreshed. (I hope.)

 

I thank you for your compassion, understanding, and support.  And, NOT emailing me this week.

 

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