What will I do when I get home?

One friend has told me about an executive director position at a children’s social service agency; he thinks I would be perfect for it. I’m not so sure.

I really miss my clients.

A counseling position at the Claremont Colleges sounded perfect to me before I left. Not much money, but I liked the idea of providing those services to that population of clients. It felt cozy, simple.

I could go to CGU to get my masters in non-profit management. That sounds fun. I like a good challenge. I would stretch muscles I haven’t used in a while.

I could work with a business consultant to take InnerWorks into a real non-profit service oriented business. This sounds like work.

I want to do yoga, more than I want to teach it, I want to do it. I want to meditate. I want to hear Guru’s bani and the gentle breeze in the trees, the distant ocean, the rippling stream. I don’t want to administrate anyone but myself. I want to do therapy (with clients), be in that healing space, that therapeutic relationship. I want to be in the woods, surrounded by green. I want to lay on my back on the rich moist earth, feeling what it is to be a part of nature. I want to sing; I want to dance; I want to make love. I want to live in the Light. I want to see myself and all others in their True Nature, beings of Light, here and beyond.