Connected and Committed

like coins in an empty Altoids tin

Yesterday there was a distinct clamoring going on in my head, a definite yammering of epic proportions.

It almost literally felt and sounded like the rattling of coins being shaken inside an Altoids tin.

The offending objects were thoughts that don’t serve me. Nothing of any import or note, but they were so offensive that they were immediately identified and a spotlight of sorts shown on them for the gremlins that they are.

I was literally bored and disgusted with them and couldn’t understand why they were still hanging around after a moment or two of repeating them in my head.

Of course I know why–I’ve repeated and indulged in that kind of gossipy, mundane, he-said/she-said kind of thought so many times in the decades I’ve been alive that my casting director had no choice but to fling some more my way.

I am thrilled to consider that this shift in my awareness will signal a shift as well in what is available for me to think now. Less and less trash, more and more substance. Baby steps in that direction accumulate to critical mass.

Then later in the day I was considering a situation and felt unease around it and again was brought to awareness of what the heck I was doing.

I waited it out and refocused on something else, and received manifestation this morning of that work. This is visceral evidence of thought as matter moving through me differently, and demonstrating the results.

If there were a machine that could make that kind of xray, it would be astounding for folks to be able to witness their own alignment, or misalignment, and then proceed from there as they saw fit.

I wonder how many would want to know?

Would you?

You'll thank yourself for practicing if you start now

The colors have begun changing. It's fall.

Have you noticed?

Have you spent any time lamenting where the summer went?

Hopefully it wasn't more than ten seconds' worth. That's how long it takes to activate a vibe that follows you around like a newborn duck imprinting on a human being. Very hard to shake off.

How about refocusing on the good stuff to come?

And if you can't think of anything good, how about considering the fact that that strategy does not serve you?

You might not be accustomed to making the best of things,  but you learned how to make the worst of them. Same effort on the other side of the fence.

And the results you get will knock your socks off.

Granted my favorite season is this one, so I get to practice this skill in the winter.

No moaning and groaning going on then, is there, come January 27th or so?

You'll thank yourself for practicing  is you start now.

Opt out of the conspiracy

I've had occasion to tell my tale of adventure to a few people of late.

It's a fun story to tell, and I've been told to get the book and movie options started.

When I watch the person's face to whom I'm telling the story, I am inevitably struck by the salivating that goes on.

They can feel the genuineness of the adventure and the draw of that energy is amazing.

I wish everyone an adventure in their lives that makes them as happy as this one does me.

But there's a reason for that contentment.

I did the work to conjure what I wanted, and I'm doing the work now to let it in.

Because of this culture's messed up interpretation of dream attainment, each of those steps requires, at times, incredible amounts of discipline to not give in to group-think and keep either one of them from happening.

If I weren't so hyper aware of what is going on, I could easily resort to elements of self-sabotage that would prevent it all from evolving and expanding.

Dream big.

Receive.

Such a simple recipe, and such a convoluted process we've conspired to distort it into.

Opt out of the conspiracy.

shake that snowglobe

I'm recuperating from my high school reunion.

Lots of fun and a very late flight back home made for a very dull girl the last few days.

Small price to pay for bliss, however.

And I'm out of hiding now.

Today I handed in my resignation letter, so I can speak freely about moving to Minneapolis next month, the start of a new adventure.

I haven't been this excited since I left The States for a job in Italy way back in another lifetime.

When I compare the two situations, there are many similarities, and some differences.

Both situations came about because of a dream I tenaciously would not let go of. It played in the background of every moment of contrast that reinforced the awareness of what I didn't want, and only became more and more entrenched with every rocket of desire I set off while thinking about the having of it.

There was much moving around in the upper registers of the emotional scale both times that assisted in entrenching the good vibes and pulling the experiences to me sooner rather than later.

And of course, in each circumstance the universe knocked itself out with details and wonderful sernedipity while fulfilling my order. There is no way I could have conjured on my own with my puny imagination what transpired to get me where I went or where I'm going.

I hear my money will be accepted at most retail establishments in the Twin Cities.

My passport won't need a visa that requires sitting in an office every year to get a special stamp for me to live and work there.

And I won't be wondering “Is that all there is?” this time around. At 24 I seriously wondered if life had any more dazzle, any more surprises, and more inspiration left for me once I had attained what I said I had dreamed of for years.

At 50, the prognosis for the future is stellar.

I know there's enough, and there's always more.

Here's to new adventures.

How is yours coming along?

resistance is futile. and not very smart.

 

I'm finding that my body wants me to slow down.

It has some integrating to do.

Major life changes require a different pace, a softening of the demand we put on ourselves.

More naps, a lessening of activities that require attention so our minds can wander and process their end of the deal.

So I sit and meander and process and stare out into space with a mandate to do so.

Like this little guy on the plane in the seat in front of me.

It was probably past his bedtime when he got to his seat, but he made do with what he had.

We played dueling headphone jacks, and lots of peek-a-boo.

He had fun, and so did I.

Resistance is futile. And not very smart.

So let in the allowing. Let in the slow. Let in the fallow for a time.

Soon enough all kinds of new things will be creating themselves and inviting you up for the show. All those desires you've had over the years, they'll be manifesting in ways that your puny human imagination could never dream up on its own.

Thank goodness the how isn't our job. Handle the what, and the universe takes care of the details when we get out of the way.

I'm off to eat some fabulous zucchini chocolate cake.

Resistance is futile.

the little job that could

I don't know when the perfect opportunity for an abundance of dollars to flow to me will show up.

But I do know that it is going to arrive.

I don't know who is looking for the amazing package of skills, abilities, propensities, talents and interests that is the sum total of who I've been in the past as well as that of who I am becoming.

But I do know they are out there, wanting to find me.

I don't know how our paths will cross, what serendipitous meeting will introduce us to each other, what synchronicity will bring us within vibrational earshot of each other.

But I do know it will happen.

I don't know where this excellent gathering of people with whom I will be working will be located.

But I do know they are fun, positive, outside-the-box thinkers who revel in their work and in embracing what's next.

I don't know if the situation exists at the moment.

But I do know it will involve documenting processes that haven't been. It will involve identifying what's missing and being empowered to fill that gap with the best knowable solution. It will involve developing relationships with people, being authentic with them and enjoying the trust those relationships are built upon. It will involve understanding what is needed by the customer and delivering it as soon as possible. It will involve knowing how to explain something to someone so they get it quickly and easily. It will involve being responsible for me and no one else. It will involve creating written communication that gets the message across effectively and efficiently, and with great humor. It will involve being given something new to learn. It will involve an enlightened perspective on seat time and the work day. It will involve loving what I do so much, I'd do it for free.

filters

Filters. I've always loved the concept. Using photography or stage light filters as an analogy, it makes even more sense to me.

Our life experiences and our beliefs are filters through which we see the world. Everyone else sees through their filters too, which makes for communication on any given topic quite a miracle, since no two people see anything the same exact way, ever.

The blue acetate filter and the green acetate filter that I overlay an experience with don't let me see what the person with the red and the orange acetate sees.

One person's definition of love that they internalized as a child is the filter they use to interact with others in a way that feels loving to them. Might not feel that way to the receiver who has different filters entirely, but that was the intention.

Filters. Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em.

They can be dissolved, though, with Love (with a capital l).

blogging with substance award

My friends Jeff from A Blog of Joy and Disquiet and Karen from postcards from nowhere passed this award on to me.  The "rules of acceptance" are to thank the giver of the award, choose five words that sum up your blogging philosophy, and to then pass it on to at least five other blogs that mean something to you.

Thanks, Jeff and Karen!

Five words that capture my blogging philosophy are authentic, exploring, enticing, empowering and celebrating.

Now to share the blogging love with links besides the ones above:

Susan at High on Happiness

Carla at Orgasmic Alchemy

Peter at Full Permission Living

Steve at imindshift

Enjoy!