Walked to Slussen , towards Gamla Stan, The old town to Kungsträdsgården tube station where I catch the tube home

Just outside the old town.

Art in the tube station

That's it .
Done
I dropped my tax returns into the box on the right behind these people. You can just see the guard standing there to supervise the process. This was outside " Skattehuset " the central tax office . I didn't have to go there , but it is more fun .

In the rush hour people drive past in the their cars and the tax people take their tax forms from them as they drive past. All very civilised.

The hot dog stand does a roaring trade too.

Unconditional love
Love with no strings attached
That is my aim in life
To love and to be loved

This brings back memories from school
" he fancies you "
You were not supposed EVER to let on that you liked someone.
WHY ?
It was simply so
We didn't question it.

I think we grow up being afraid of string emotions.
I say " we " .. I certainly did.
Expressing strong emotions is not always PC

Sometimes I feel that when I express my emotions and gush .. the other person cannot hold it.

BUT ...I LOVE my emotions.
All of them.
I love self - expression
I love it when people self - express too

Sometimes the love or feelings sent out bounce back
Boing boing boing .....

So what does that teach me ?
Don't do it again?
Control yourself woman ?
Or Do it more .. do it more ... !

I don't want to be pushy.
And I don't want anyone to do things for me that they don't feel like Doing things out of duty or obligation is not on,
It's all about daring to learn , experiment and find a balance.

I know that declarations of love are hard to take sometimes,
I think it is because we are not used to it.
It is strange
I also think it has something to do with being worthy
Feeling and knowing that you are worthy/not worthy of this affection.

During my Psychosynthesis training I got to experience holding and unconditional love .. oneness .. being ONE with the group

It was during a group session
I remember being invited to be in the centre
in the centre with my "neediness "
I was actually given a symbolic " begging bowl "
I was told to ask clearly for my needs.

What do you want ?
Who do you want this from ?
Ask !

Powerful stuff.

The seesion went on for what seemed like forever
but it must have been 1½ hours or so

there were several stages , I'm not going to go into the details, they are a bit blurry but , after each stage I was ready to go back to my place and to say " thank you .. I'm done "

BUT no the facilitator whould not hear of it.

More .. more... do it more ....

the session ended with my lying weightless in the air supported by the whole group.

Many myself included, were in tears
Bursting
Overflowing
My " cup" was running over.
Saturation point reached.
A sponge that could not absorb any more love
A fabulous experience.
Transformational.
A gift.
Thank you Universe for this and all your blessings.
Thank you for the ability to RECEIVE the gifts and unconditional love of the Universe.

Blessed be.:D

I love you my friends .. you know who you are !

It is WEDNESDAY today .. all day .. and I thought it was still Tuesday
Free days often confuse me
Concept of Time is something that we have invented
Flowers and trees don't grow by the clock
They don't wake up with the alarm clock
Be like The lilies in the field ... good idea.

Dream: I visit a church or Cathedral , entering via a door which is at the front. I'm together with the vicar . A woman. She feels familiar and seems to be a composite of a few friends. We are wearing these gowns or capes , like graduation gowns , dusky pink .

We find our pew and sit down. There's a baby - a grown up baby - like the characters in Ally Mcbeal. He is completely naked and dancing around. He hops into our pew. Lifting him is like lifting a lead weight. He's restless and won't sit still.

On the way out there is a shelf with , gold coins, pounds or euros ..coins that I've left there for some reason. The thought occurs to me that people might think this is the collection for the church and may have added some coins .. but I soon dismiss that thought .. thinking .. if they are that silly , they can blame themselves. I'll put the money to good use. It's about 7-8 euros or pounds.

I've been reading carlos Castaneda's " The Art of Dreaming ". Maybe that's why I had this dream. It's a difficult book to get into to . I start it ,read a bit , forget where I am and read a bit .. then read a bit from the end .. in fact read bits that seem interesting until my attention span goes and I fall asleep .

Tax forms need to be handed in today so I am off into town to do that at Tax headquarters - it's somewhat of a tradition every year. Right .. that's it for now ... better get a move on TTFN