Recently, I noticed that I no longer have a fantasy associated with winning the lottery. Often, in the past, when I saw a billboard displaying the jackpot, an automatic assessment would run: is this the one? is it time to buy a ticket? And, once every year or so, I would buy a ticket, complete with accompanying fantasy about how this money would change our (my family’s) lives.
I no longer have that fantasy. Seemingly out of nowhere, the fantasy dissolved. I saw a sign advertising the...
A few weeks ago, The Nest was flooded from above. Despite the obvious ceiling and floor damage, and a few other ruined items, I found it somewhat amusing: “The Nest has been baptized!,” I laughed.
As events unfolded, it became less of a charming affair, and more of a pain in the a*s. The extent of repairs required was far greater than I initially anticipated. That’s ok, still nothing to get worked up about. I phoned one contractor after another and everything was...
Mark wanted to stop at Peet’s on the way to The Nest. I didn’t think we had time to stop for coffee—even if we were getting it to-go. We were scheduled to meet a contractor at The Nest at 8:30 sharp. The contractor had actually used the word sharp!
Notwithstanding my desire to arrive on time, I could sense on an energetic level that Mark’s pull to the coffee shop was dominant, somehow more in alignment with Flow, than my desire to go straight to The Nest. I...
While I was skiing this week, I experienced a hint of thought pattern transformation, from judgment to enjoyment.
As I tentatively made my way down a hill, hearing the oh-so-familiar thought pattern running through my mind, “I’m not a good skier. I wonder what my family and others are thinking about me as they watch me. I hope they’re not watching. I’ll never be a good skier. It’s not my thing...”, a new thought popped in: maybe I am holding myself back...
I missed a period in a newsletter I sent out today. Ouch. I did not like the way that unfinished sentence looked, and how it ran into the next one.
The cool thing is that, in the past, I would have also not liked the way it looked to others, I would have viewed it as a reflection of me and who I am, and today, it was the aesthetics that got my attention.
In the past, I would have viewed the missed period as a ghastly mistake, and a part of me would have linked it to my worthiness......
Parent to Child: You’re eight years old, you do what I tell you to do.
Parent: What would you like to eat?
Child: I’m not hungry.
Parent: Well, you’re going to be in an hour.
Parent to Child: Stop touching everything. You’re touching everything and then touching your face. That’s how you get sick. Stop touching things.
Parent to Child, after child drops glass: I am upset with you. I am upset with you!
As my friend and I approached our destination in a plaza, she said, “If we go in this way, we can use the light to get out.”
Whoa! We can use the Light to get out. That’s how I heard it—Light with a capital L.
It felt like a message from Spirit.
Actually, isn’t everything a message from Spirit, insomuch as we have the opportunity to use every situation, circumstance and condition for our growth and upliftment?
For example, today I am lying in bed with a...
Man will always choose the good.
After dropping off my daughter at school, in the rain, with her expressing a blasé attitude about going to school, and hearing my less-than-enlightened exchange with her, I was overcome with the knowing that there is another way.
What would it be like to consciously create, right now, in this moment?
Understanding that this world is a projection of mind, a mind in which I have creative license, how and what would I like to...
In this moment, I see so clearly the basis of real creation…
For example, my belly feels big, it is bumping up against my pants, and I judge it. Focusing on the belly, in this case through thoughts of judgment, brings me more belly (which is not what I want!), because creation comes from our attention.
Focusing on the FEELING I want brings conditions and experiences that are on the frequency of that feeling.
Because that is how creation works: imagine it, and it is there.
There is no...
These are two awarenesses that anchored in me more deeply last week, thanks to a bodywork session with the talented Tricia.
Shortly after we began, I asked my soul about the tightness along my right side–what do I need to know? I got: Move forward.
A part that felt afraid to move forward surfaced. This part felt she would not be caught, would not be held, there was no net.
Tricia asked if there was an experience I have had in which that occurred, in which I moved forward and was not...
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