Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Manifest my drum set

I'm sure you've heard of the Law of Abundance.

I like to walk at a nearby horse farm that has a long trail through woods, and across fields, and which, at points, neighbors with back gardens. I have walked by the houses and lusted after pools, cabanas, patios and decks. Nothing extravagant, but certainly nice. I have felt jealousy, and bitterness and lack in my heart, and not just at these possessions but toward other peoples' successes. It's how we judge ourselves and each other, even the most spiritual of us who are not monks in a monastery would have to admit to a slight inkling of the ego's darker nature.

It was one evening that I walked by the same back gardens and caught myself having the same thoughts. "When will we...?" "Why can't we...?" "Will we ever..."? "Ugh, These people are so lucky..." It was then that the Law of Abundance principle popped into mind; a practice which I understand but have trouble instituting consistently.

I guess it's a double-edged sword on a personal level; having been in a position of absolute financial wreckage with a family to support, the overtones of which still waver around. It's challenging to maintain the belief that what you want can be yours simply by believing, envisioning and feeling that they truly already are. But, I also have a natural bent toward believing that these sorts of things actually work. In fact, I have a very good friend who practices this manifestation belief daily, and she is quite successful.

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So, I joined a group on Facebook to help buoy my abundant side; took part in a 'manifest $200' for the day and promptly got a $600 bill from the dentist, which is sort of funny now but definitely was not at the time.

I'm not one to be deterred or downtrodden very often so I set about consciously practicing daily gratitude for all the things I have. This is where it begins; truly appreciating that what we have is all we need. We don't have a lot of money but we are able through one avenue or another, to provide a summer of fun for ourselves and the kids. It may not be a Caribbean vacation or at trip to Disney but it's more than we could have done in years gone by. We live in a great, little neighborhood with an abundance of friends for our kids, and with watchful eyes, and texting parents, they are able to stay out until bedtime. We are blessed in many ways, and we are rich with love. More and more these days, I think and believe that I have everything I need.
 
With all that taken care of on a daily basis, I would now like to manifest a book written by me on the bestseller list, and a drum set for my husband. Actually, I think I want the drum set more than the book because watching him practice a beloved rusty skill would be all I'd need.
 
A book would be cool, though, so I'd better get back to practicing, writing, imagining, believing, trusting, hoping, creating, and loving.  Consistently.  Decisively.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Come Lately

Lately I've not practiced meditation, lately I've not written a anything significant. In fact, it's more than lately but how do we measure 'lately' anyway?  By my standards, my journey being what it is, lately is almost two months.

There was a time when I might have felt a pang of guilt, coaxed on by the ego to make me feel bad, to make me feel inadequate, to make me feel as if I have no idea what I'm doing, to make me feel unworthy of being me.

I don't these days.  I'm strong to my core, for it's a place I've visited and come to know intimately. I know I'm there and that my light shines like a beacon for me to find when I'm ready to return.  So, I don't feel any guilt.  If anything, I feel right and 'where I'm meant to be.'

I read: http://findyourmiddleground.com/2014/06/09/accept-the-seasons-of-your-heart/  (I had trouble naming the link so had to post the whole URL) one of my favorite, spiritual, healthy, and loving bloggers, Val Boyko.  "Accept the seasons of your heart." reinforced what I already knew; I'm in a great place with a few niggles from history which, by god, I think will be nipping over my shoulder forever.

However, I'm ok without meditation.  I'm ok with not writing.  I'm ok.  My energies are focused elsewhere.  Not that I can't do more than one thing at once, it's just the way it is right now.

Occasionally I'll stop and check in, usually when I'm at a traffic light, or washing dishes, or cooking, or folding laundry, and feel the smile that flows from the very insides of me right up to my face.

Right there, I know I'm doing what's right for me.