Connected and Committed

Contribution

What do I choose to give my attention to? What part of this immense spectrum of possible thought am I wanting to contribute to?

Abraham-Hicks

I love me some irises

four years later

This wall faces the courtyard outside a local coffee purveyor. In said courtyard four years ago I started a Barbara Sher Success Team with four other women, and we met once a month to work on realizing our dreams. My website was but a gleam in my eye back then. I don't know where those other women are today with their dreams. Cheers, and here's an iced cocoa mint coffee lookin' at you, kid.

hold the phone

 

This old time telephone is part of the train museum we went to see this weekend. It's a converted barn, with a retail store on the first floor for all things model trains and a second floor of a wonderland of trains - mountains and a gorge and a town and bridges and people and dogs and a pond and benches for the trains to go around and under and by. Amazing how this man and his wife have set up an entire world to accommodate their passion.

But, when we asked him if he'd ever been on a certain train ride up in Canada a day away, he said no, he's too busy for that kind of thing.

Oh.

I don't want to be like that.

focus

What is, "creating by default"? It is setting into motion the creation of something that you really do not want, by giving your attention, or focus of thought, to it until it is created, and much of what you are experiencing would fall into that category. The usual response when one hears for the first time that they are the creator of their life experience — and that all that they are experiencing, without exception, is by their own doing — is, "How can that be? I would not have created this thing that I do not want."

Abraham Hicks

restaurant

I've begun exploring my new environs, and discovered a restaurant in a small town not far from here with excellent food, on a caliber I would expect from a big city slicker type establishment. The theme is sort of English/Indian colonial, the service entertaining,  and the ambience filled with delightful treats, like these cash register toys:

Our server brought us a yummy plate of flatbread and chutney to tide us over till our food arrived. When I asked him what the flatbread was made of, he brought out this package:

and told us where we might purchase some ourselves should we care to experiment.

This lovely creature hangs above the back door, a bit intimidating but appropo:

 

And these were spinning above us, blades made from handheld fan shapes the colonials used, I'm sure:

Oh, in case you were wondering, the blue tape is now gone from the bannister and stairs.

bathroom4!

bathroom3!

bathroom2!

bathroom!

LOVE these blues.

bookshelves!

bannister!

sufficient

I found this blackboard hung up in an employee alcove over a payphone in a university library.

Hypothetically, Debra, if you were to begin asking the world - best friends, complete strangers, or natural born psychics - why some things haven't worked out the way you wanted, how other things got so crazy, or what might be wrong with you (oh, please, no), they'd have answers. Oh, yeah.

Of course, at first they'd be taken aback, but they'd hide this so as not to hurt your feelings, quickly accept the authority you surrendered and talk their little heads off with reasons, rationale, and insight. Glad to be recognized and sincerely happy to be of service. And you'd both be further convinced that you have "issues."

So, let's not ever invent such opportunities.

Always beside you,
     The Universe

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percentages

The things that we would be asking ourselves is, "What proportion of my day am I in vibrational harmony with my desires, which means, how much of my day am I happy, glad, eager, fulfilled, satisfied, complimentary? And what percentage of my day am I ornery, irritated, frustrated, or blaming?" And you don't have to do 100%, you don't have to do 90%, you don't have to do 80%. If you could even get around 55% feeling better, than not feeling so good — you'd have significant movement in what begins to happen in your experience.

Abraham-Hicks

studio to be

This is the studio to be.

This is the living area to be.

 

When the shelves for the living room to be are painted and hung, then the books can be put on the bookshelves in the living room to be and the couch/books/shelving/stuff can be moved from the studio to be.

And I can start putting MY stuff in my studio to be. Which will make me a very happy girl. Oh yes. This place is shaping up more like a home every day.

Shower!

Mirror!

Don't tell anyone, but I found that thing in a flea market for 10 bucks and spray-painted it white. Sconces go up next to it, next.

Those two pictures are of the same room - the light tube in the ceiling must be what's skewing the color in the shower.

stairway!

focus

What you are really wanting to do, as you try to empower yourself, or as you are trying to find that passion, is to just stay focused more of the time on things that make you happy — truly, that is the key!

Abraham-Hicks

cerebral cowboy

book curse

Deliberate Allowing

We want to help you regain clarity about your individual power. Everyone has it. No one can ever take it away from you. No one can ever do anything "bad" to you. No one can assert into your experience. Everything, without exception, comes only by your individual invitation to it. Do you understand the process of asking? When you give something your attention and it becomes your dominant vibration relative to the subject—that is your asking. So, deliberate creating is not so much about looking out into the world and saying, "Oh, there are things that are good that I want to create or attract into my experience, and there are things that are bad that I don't want to create or attract into my experience." Deliberate creating is more about deliberate allowing. Deliberate allowing is more like deliberate vibration.

Abraham Hicks

tagged

I've been tagged by Adriane (oh my gosh, I just realized you weren't on my list!), and though I don't usually participate in these things, it's interesting to me, so I will.

In my fridge:

Organic and no sugar and whole grain everything - or as much as I can find.  In this new town I'm living in, I'm still discovering where my sources are for each item that's near and dear to my heart.

In my closet:

I am the proud co-owner of a brand-spankin' new walk-in closet.  It's lovely to look at the garments hanging there, with no time yet for culprits to have accumulated in the corner and under and behind.  It's a beautiful thing.

In my purse:

As little as possible. I carry a black leather back-pack style bag that's about nine inches long and six inches wide, enough room for a cell phone and a notebook and a wallet and a camera. Anything else is too heavy for my tastes.

In my car:

A trunk full of recent purchases to style out the new bathroom and kitchen with very cool textiles. Photos to follow I'm sure.

On my nightstand:

When I finally unpack the stuff that's stacked up in the garage, I will find my copy of Rob Breszney's Pronoia, although I won't have a nightstand probably. Not sure I want one now. I think I should divide sleep area from brain food area and see if that helps me sleep better.

Hmmm... I guess I'm supposed to tag else someone now. How about Karen, Karen, and Denise. :~)

livin' in it

So I'm now living in a house, one that's getting remodeled, and suffering all the slings and arrows that that temporary displacement provides.

Then we go to a restaurant that also is going through a remodel but operating at previous full capacity during the work to expand that capacity exponentially. The owner happens to be there, and when we ask when he thinks the grand opening will be, he simply says, "I'm not even guessing. When the work is done, it's done. That's all I need to know."

Something clicked inside me when I heard him say this. Granted it's not easy to maintain, but this attitude helps me quite a bit when I feel the urge to get the 42 boxes of my stuff from the garage and start unpacking them. Because I can't. And I won't be able to until I can.

It also reminds me of a time in my life when all of my stuff was packed away in 2 storage units while I was off to Europe before a cross-country move. The incredible sense of freedom I had from all earthly possessions save what was in my knapsack for a few weeks, well, that was delicious.

Maybe I can set up a sidewalk cafe outside as a distraction.   

highlights of the move so far

*the dudes who packed up my stuff arrived at 8:45 and were outta there in an hour and a half. The truck was then driven 155 miles, unpacked and returned to its righteous owner, Uhaul, at 3:30.

*carpet and grout were both installed yesterday, making for two more complete surfaces on which to descend with my stuff eventually.

*at a local establishment that calls itself a general market for antiques, oddities and wonderful flea market stuff, we found the perfect hardwood maple table for the kitchen, a mirror to paint for the bathroom, and a bar stool to go with the kitchen island.

*last night a new router attempted to stymie my efforts to add it to the family, but I did prevail. I repeat - I DID PREVAIL!!!!!

*I discovered one of the ring tones available on my cell phone is a chicken squawking. I like it. 

my neck is tight.....

...my shoulders are permanently hunched up, I'm exhausted - I must be moving!!