In Florida for the Beyond LeatherÂ convention…I am loving this hotel room. a mini-suite, and the weekend unrolls before me. All potential. All maybes.
I had the funnest sensation as I was leaving my home on Tuesday evening. One that often happensÂ whenÂ I go away on a trip.Â That I will not be the same person I was when next I see my home. This is true every day, no?
But this was a particularly strong feeling.
Â So, as I left, I took a moment to ring my prayer bell and meditate for a few minutes, contemplating my beautiful altar Ganesha.
And a few minutes ago, I find myself thinking about nothing in particular and trying to figure out a HNT.Â As I thought about what it means, to me, to expose myself somehow week after week, post after post, I thought you know, I don’t think I have ever done one of my middle.
I cringed because I am thinking less-than-loving thoughts of having to see my body in a light that is loving and delightful. But then I thought about my Lord. His belly is one of the most famous symbols of fullness, power, groundedness.
And then I got a Lovely Whisper and so, I thought, “OK, I will.”
So, here is my tummy.Â If Ganesha’s can be lovely and beautiful mine can be too.
Happy HNT from Florida, everyone.