Hathor is the Egyptian Goddess of love and music.  
As the embodiment of success and abundance, she 
rules over beauty, wealth and the arts.  

This week she comes to us with the message 
'Seek pleasure'.  

I hear her whisper to me throughout my day telling 
me to take pleasure in the simplest things in my life; 
being fully present while hugging my son, I was able 
to feel his heart settle into a calming rhythm that 
transferred to my own.  

I take pleasure in looking 
at my mini farm as I clean the morning dishes.  

The sun warming my skin through the window delights me as I drive. 



Sitting at the park now, I take pleasure in the wind blowing 
cooling the sweat on my brow. I visualize how pleasurable 
it must be to ride the air currents like the bird that just landed
near me.  I'm even finding pleasure in the feel of my fingers running across my keyboard as I type this message to you.

There's often so little space on my to do list for finding pleasure
in my every day tasks, but that's exactly where I can find it if I choose to.  


I can take pleasure in the movements my body makes as I 
collect the clothes, moving them from washer to dryer. I can 
take pleasure in the way the laundry smells warm from the 
dryer and in folding them.  And I can certainly take pleasure in the job completed.  All these things can bring me great pleasure but I must choose to be open to receiving.  






Sometimes I get caught up in the false believe I have to do something in order to be worthy of receiving.  It's part of the not 'blank' enough-itis that many of us suffer from.  But basking in Hathor's benign embrace this week has once again shown me that love, happiness and even pleasure are a part of my birthright.

Pleasure is part of your birthright too. 

This week the hydrangeas bloomed in my backyard. 
I can see them from my kitchen window and there are more that greet me as I walk out to my car.  

Their lush blooms are breathtakingly beautiful in dark purple, magenta and pink hues. 

Something truly magical happened when 
my daughter filled vases and placed them around 
the house.  My heart and spirit elevated and I was 
cared for in a way I didn't know I needed. 

Each time I walk into a room, they make me really 
see them. My breathing slows and I am filled with 
awe and wonder as I notice how they light up the room.  
They remind me of who I am...of who we all are.  

We are all shining beams of light having the power 
to inspire awe and wonder in those around us.   
This is how I want to be; sharing my luscious 
and breathtakingly beautiful gifts with the world 
just because I can. 


Writing that scares me.  
The voices of fear and doubt are already 
sounding their klaxons of doom and failure 
as I do.  But the voice of the hydrangeas cut 
through my inner turmoil.  Their voices uplift me 
with the air currents I need to fly.