Ready for a big week? Looks like it’s going to be a great one.
Today is my birthday. As celebration (besides eating lots of cake) I have decided to give myself a special gift: I am giving up.
That’s right. Giving up.
Don’t bother trying to talk me out of it because my mind is made up.
I’m giving up worrying about what others think of me.
I’m giving up my fear of failure. And my fear of success.
I’m giving up self-doubt, self-criticism, self-consciousness and anything but self-love.
I’m giving up making excuses.
I’m giving up procrastinating. Tomorrow. No, just kidding. I’m giving up procrastinating right now.
I’m giving up competition, envy and jealousy.
I’m giving up being afraid of what the future might bring.
I’m giving up the regrets I have from my past.
Most of all, I’m giving up all of the barriers I have built between me and the life of my dreams.
By giving up I embrace a life lived with abandon, a life fraught with coulds instead of shoulds, a life that is finally, truly lived.
Care to join me?
We all want what we want when we want it. We don’t want to wait and we don’t want to settle. So why is it, when we all have this handy dandy Law of Attraction at our disposal, that we seem to get ourselves into situations that surprise us with their level of suckiness?
How do these bad things happen to us? We are nice people! We are spiritually enlightened, dammit! And we’ve read all of the books!
And yet, we still manage to paint ourselves into some tricky corners with our manifesting. We use our visualizations and intentions to create these situations for ourselves and what we had hoped would bring the keys to our kingdom brings the keys to our prison cell instead. And those keys to our freedom are just ever so slightly out of reach.
So how do we get ourselves back on track? What is the way to freedom?
Funny, I asked myself that very question this morning. Here’s the answer that came to me in what I can only describe as a rush if divine inspiration that had me trying to type with one hand while struggling into a pair of tights with the other. Wouldn’t want to be late for my dream job now, would I? (does this font make me look sarcastic?)
1.) The Key to Clear Intention
Getting really clear about what you want is a bit tricky. See, it’s important to separate the thing from the feeling that you are seeking in the having of the thing. For instance, if you want to get yourself a new job, instead of doing this:
I want to work at Ain’t It Great To Be Alive boutique, because it will be way more fun, fulfilling and people are nicer there.
Try this instead:
· I want a new job because this job is not fulfilling and my boss is an ass-hat.
· I want a new job that lets me be more creative
· I want a new job that is more fun
· I want to have more freedom
· I want to be as excited waking up on Monday morning as I am waking up on Saturday. I want every day to feel as full of promise as the weekend does.
Boil it down to what feeling you are seeking, then set your intention around that.
I intend to have a job that brings as much excitement and promise to each work day as I feel on my weekends.
Wow, now doesn’t that sound better? Because what if you put all of your manifesting mojo into getting the job at Ain’t It Great To Be Alive boutique, only to find that it is the 10th level of hell and the people who work there are soul sucking minions who have pink hair and wear way too much perfume? Because that can happen. Trust me on this one.
Boil it down. Let go of the attachment to details so that you can clearly identify the feeling experience you are hoping to manifest, and then set your intention on that. The details are far better left to the Experts.
<Looks pointedly at the sky. Receives celestial thumbs up> Phew!
2.) The Key to Appreciation
The weather outside is dark and gloomy. We drive to work in the dark, go home in the dark, and in between we work in small, fluorescent caves while people all around go about their business, all the while singing “Look down, look down, don’t look him in the eye…” Winter has been here for at least 18 months, and there are still two months to go. We long to see something green, or hear a bird sing.
And now we are supposed to find stuff to appreciate? How? Sure it’s easy to be grateful when things are great. It’s when we are stuck in that proverbial corner that we really need to amp up the appreciation. We need to dig deep people. We can do this thing.
Here. I’ll start.
· Okay. The sunrise was really red and pretty this morning, way off in the distance. Kind of made me feel hopeful. I appreciate the beauty of that moment.
Hmm. What else? This shouldn’t be so difficult, should it? I must be seeing things through January goggles. When all else fails I turn to food, for which I am unapologetically passionate.
· The Hot Mess Pasta from the Pedal And Tap Restaurant was fantastic last night… and there are leftovers in the fridge for lunch. Yes! Appreciate!!
· I found Zevia in our local big box store for 3.99 a six pack. Cheap and healthy soda? Yes! Appreciate!!
· I just found a peanut butter cup chocolate bar (FULL SIZED) that I had hidden in my desk a few weeks ago. Oh YES!! APPRECIATE!!!
· And it is super cute when Hildy in accounting gets so excited when she balances. Appreciate, Hildy.
· And Friday is only three days away. Fridays is donut day. Mmmmm Appreciate.
The times when it is most challenging to find those things to appreciate are the times when it is most important that we do. There is no other way out of that prison. We can whine and complain, berate and bitch all we want, and while that can feel really, really (extremely) satisfying in the moment, it will do nothing but reinforce our cage bars.
Appreciate, appreciate, appreciate. Then do it a bit more. Fake it until we make it if we need to. And remember, chocolate always helps. So does wine.
3.) The Key to Letting Go.
Forgive me in advance for the earworm I am about to gift many of you. But our next step is simply:
Let it go.
Let it go.
Every shred of doubt, every fear, every need to control the outcome, every compulsion to ask over and over and over again for the same thing, every belief we hold that tells us we need to deserve it, every block we have to receiving and even every wistful hope and dream that feels right, but that keeps the key just out of our reach. All of it. Let. It. Go.
Our job now is to trust that the Universe will provide. It will all happen in the perfect way and at the perfect time. Nothing that we can plan will come close to the magnificence that the Divine has in store for us. And all we need to do? That’s right. Let it go.
Catchy little tune, isn’t it?
A fully abundant life is the stuff that dreams are made of. Whatever that looks like for you, it is my hope and prayer that you find it. And just to be on the safe side, remember that it never hurts to add these few magic words to any intention you make:
This or something better in accordance with the highest good for all.
And so it is.
<Looks skyward. Celestial high fives all around.>
Do you believe in Angels?
According to a recent poll by the Associated Press nearly 77 percent of adults in North America believe that Angels exist. While angels are non denominational they appear in most of the world’s religions. And stories of Angels existed long before religions such as Judaism and Christianity were formed. Angels, or celestial beings with slightly different labelling show up in Buddhism and Hinduism, Celtic and Norse mythology and in many Shamanistic legends.
Personally, I have met a few Angels of my own. They have shown up when I needed them the most, sometimes in physical form and sometimes as a whisper in my ears. The more I have been open to their presence, the more they seem to make their presence known. It seems that by reaching out to them, they are able to reach back. And they really want to help us, but only can if we ask them to. And really, who are we kidding? Can’t we all use a little help these days? The Angels always seem to bring me just the right words, messages, signs and synchronicities when I need them the most. And for that I am truly grateful.
If you want a little help connecting with your own angels pop over here to my Services page and see if anything resonates. I would be honored to help bring you their messages.
And whether you believe in Angels or not, it doesn’t really matter. Because they believe in you.
Back in the days before that snazzy invention, the Kindle, I read A Moveable Feast by Hemingway, dozens of times. I literally spent hours and hours, sitting in the sun, with my nose in that book, completely swept away.
Funny thing, though: I’ve never actually read it.
You see, I have a dirty little secret: I adore trashy romance novels. During the summer months when I wander outside to sit on a beach or under a tree to read my pulp fiction, I have been determined to hide this shame. So when I found an old copy of A Moveable Feast with the cover entirely detached, I knew I had found the perfect solution to my dilemma. Wrapped around those bodice ripping beach books, the Moveable Feast cover was the perfect cloak of secrecy. Nobody would be the wiser. You see A Moveable Feast is one of those books people know about, consider a literary classic, but has anyone actually read it? I think not. So I knew I wouldn’t have to discuss it. I could just wrap that handy cover around whatever scrumptious trash I was reading and know that people would walk by, take note of the classic I was reading and give me a wide berth. And surely they would think, “my goodness what an intelligent and no nonsense woman”.
Ahhhh those guilty pleasures in life.
But hold on a second. When you stop to really think about it, what kind of craziness is this? What insanity has us taking something as wonderful as Pleasure and attaching guilt to it? Pleasure is one of the highest vibrations we can experience. Akin to bliss, joy and happiness, Pleasure is one of those amazing gifts that we should embrace in this human experience.
Guilt on the other hand, is not. Guilt is shrouded in shame, which is one of the lowest vibrations we as humans can experience. Shame takes away our strength. Literally.
In Power vs Force, Dr. David R. Hawkins describes how he used kinesiology (“muscle testing”) to investigate consciousness. He basically created a scale mapping the human experience of emotions and determined whether each state of consciousness would enhance or deplete our strength. Muscle strength is rated between 1 and 1000 with the high end being those things like joy, happiness and Pleasure.
And at the other end? You guessed it: SHAME. GUILT. Those nasty self-recriminations that let the air out of our proverbial balloons and leave us deflated and dragging on the ground instead of floating in the air, as we could be.
Shame on you, Shame! You should feel terribly guilty about this!
Armed with this new knowledge I am making it my intention to experience the Pleasures in my life without guilt or shame. I am going to sing along loud and proud with my John Denver CD. I am going to openly watch the Bachelor with my daughter, and probably trash talk the participants. I am going to eat salt and vinegar chips dipped in dill pickle dip without apology. And I am going to read my trashy romance novels right out in the open for all to see.
Because, as my American husband wisely points out: There’s nothing trashy about romance.
Let today be the day that our dreams take flight, that we rise from mediocrity and soar, and that we put the extra in ordinary.
I don’t strive to be in the know. I seek instead, mystery, because that is where all the great secrets are kept.
And who doesn’t love a really juicy secret?
I was driving home from work one day, stop and go, hurry up and wait and I had found that blissful space between leaving the mad, fast pace of work and before landing in the mad, fast pace of home. I was just floating along, enjoying some CBC 2 and letting the thoughts and worries of the day evaporate. I don’t admit this to many people, but I really enjoy a good traffic jam. Being locked in place makes it impossible to do anything but relax and get into that in-between space of meditation, visualization, daydreaming.
I like travel days for the very same reason.
And doing dishes.
And folding laundry. Just me? Really?
So anyways, I was sitting there, happily zoning when someone whispered in my ear. Tingles shot up my spine and all along my scalp. My breath caught and I half laughed, half gasped. “Wha..!?”
Again the whisper, words as clear as if spoken aloud: “I sent you a present. You will receive it tonight.” I recognized the voice, a voice I hadn’t heard for several years. A voice I missed terribly.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am fairly used to hearing from my dead friends and relatives. Quite often they send me things like feathers, and song lyrics. Sometimes they make the street lights go on right when I am looking at them. Sometimes they make hummingbirds fly right up to me and look me in the eye. I’ve even had them whisper messages to me, but never before had it been so loud and clear.
“Hey there, friend. I’ve missed you” I whispered back, then got that weird smiling through tears thing. For the rest of the crawl home, I wondered what this present might be.
I didn’t have to wait long. I stopped to pick up the mail and there was indeed a big, exciting package in there, addressed to me. What could it be? I didn’t recognize the return address and had not ordered anything. I got home quickly, dumped my stuff on the floor and grabbed some scissors to open the package.
I slipped my hand inside. It was a book! I pulled it out, froze for just a moment, then started laughing nearly hysterically.
It was The First Phone Call From Heaven by Mitch Albom.
WTF?! The book wasn’t even released yet. I knew that because I had been eagerly anticipating the publishing date. And yet here I was holding a copy in my hot little hand. The jacket was not complete, and had things like “insert Author bio here” and stuff like that, but the pages were full and I could hardly wait to start reading it.
How the heck did my beautiful, deceased friend pull this off? This was a mind boggling mystery. A real life, honest to goodness, knock your socks off miracle! And to this day I have no idea why this book was sent to me, or what forces came together to bring me that precious gift.
What it did was solidify my belief that our deceased friends and loved ones are always with us. The more we trust their signs and gifts, the more they will work to bring us their messages. Trusting what we see and hear is the first step to opening those lines of communication. Once we remove the voice of doubt that tells us this is just coincidence or that our imagination is getting carried away, once we open to the possibilities that this is really something, then we will begin to truly open to the communications. Our loved ones have been knocking on the door, trying to get our attention. If we start to pay attention we will be amazed at what we notice.
So when you smell your Grandma’s lavender hand cream, or see that the photograph on the mantel of your deceased relative has moved, or find feathers in the strangest places, or dimes and pennies keep showing up, or even when you get a book about Heaven randomly sent to you for no reason, smile and say hello. They are.
“You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.” Alan Alda
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” Anais Nin