Sometimes this Universal Flow is so glorious.
It is said when you state your dreams/goals, The Universe will conspire to make them happen. There is so much happening in such fabulous succession right now. I know I am being cryptic, but sometimes it is simply wise to let things unfold naturally before blabbing about it from the mountaintop.
What I can say is I feel very much in step with my purpose and all good things will come from that. I have been laying the groundwork for years to live my life a certain way. I have been preparing for desired outcomes and the leaps of faith are paying off.
This is how I live. It's what works.
My life is good.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Space
Ha.
I was so busy manifesting last night that I never got around to blogging. Ironic, maybe.
I have a professional development. It's exciting. It's cool. I'm almost ready to talk about it here.
In the meantime, know this. There is power in clearing space, really clearing space, for new things to come in.
There is.
I was so busy manifesting last night that I never got around to blogging. Ironic, maybe.
I have a professional development. It's exciting. It's cool. I'm almost ready to talk about it here.
In the meantime, know this. There is power in clearing space, really clearing space, for new things to come in.
There is.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Good ear
Today I needed clarity on some things in my life that feel like breakthroughs. I reached out to someone wise.
She was scathingly honest.
I got my clarity.
She was scathingly honest.
I got my clarity.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Kindred spirits
Today I am talking to a prospective life coaching client who believes she manifests her life and I hear myself say how amazing it is that I attract people to my practice who have beliefs similar to mine.
And then I hear August Gold's message from the day before in my head. You either believe you manifest things in your life or you don't.
So it is not so amazing that the prospective client has found me.
I called her forth.
And then I hear August Gold's message from the day before in my head. You either believe you manifest things in your life or you don't.
So it is not so amazing that the prospective client has found me.
I called her forth.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Anew
I went to the Sacred Center for Spiritual Living this morning for service. So good. And as always, synchronous.
Just yesterday I attended a baby shower and talked to my cousin about living in two worlds and how sometimes I feel like I straddle them. The traditional, limited world I grew up in that can make me feel comfortable but also sometimes caged. And the more evolved, educated one that is exciting and a good fit for me, but is sometimes daunting.
Fittingly, in today's sermon, Rev. August Gold talked about living in two worlds and how we have to pick one. You don't walk the path of manifesting your life today and then eschew it tomorrow. You either believe you manifest your life or you don't. You live in that "place" or you don't. By choosing, we liberate ourselves.
I feel like I have chosen the more evolved world in most areas of my life, but there is "old world" stuff lingering and sometimes it shows itself in ways that are surprising and disconcerting. It is time to shed that baggage, give my story a fresh start.
Yes, yes. In with the new.
Just yesterday I attended a baby shower and talked to my cousin about living in two worlds and how sometimes I feel like I straddle them. The traditional, limited world I grew up in that can make me feel comfortable but also sometimes caged. And the more evolved, educated one that is exciting and a good fit for me, but is sometimes daunting.
Fittingly, in today's sermon, Rev. August Gold talked about living in two worlds and how we have to pick one. You don't walk the path of manifesting your life today and then eschew it tomorrow. You either believe you manifest your life or you don't. You live in that "place" or you don't. By choosing, we liberate ourselves.
I feel like I have chosen the more evolved world in most areas of my life, but there is "old world" stuff lingering and sometimes it shows itself in ways that are surprising and disconcerting. It is time to shed that baggage, give my story a fresh start.
Yes, yes. In with the new.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Solitary confinement
Today I am back from a few days away, spending valuable time with family for Thanksgiving and more. It has been a busy time, but I have also had space to reflect and observe some things.
My brother asked me what I was most looking forward to when I got home. My own bed? My solitude?
I heard myself respond without a moment of thought, "Well, actually, I don't require as much solitude as I used to."
Hmmmmm. Perhaps I have turned a corner. One where I value private time but crave healthy companionship, too. Sounds like a small thing, but in my world it is very big.
For that I am thankful.
My brother asked me what I was most looking forward to when I got home. My own bed? My solitude?
I heard myself respond without a moment of thought, "Well, actually, I don't require as much solitude as I used to."
Hmmmmm. Perhaps I have turned a corner. One where I value private time but crave healthy companionship, too. Sounds like a small thing, but in my world it is very big.
For that I am thankful.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Lingering thoughts
I am staring at this page and I know what I have to write. I just don't want to.
The situation with The Professor is lingering in my mind. It has taken me about 11 days to figure out what's at the heart of that. It is this: I put a man's feelings second to writing this blog. What the hell is that about? And why didn't it occur to me at the time?
This blog is supposed to be about manifesting things in my life. Sometimes specific things. Since August 1, I mostly gave it over to the manifestation of a wonderful relationship with a wonderful man. I am proud of my commitment to it and to writing about it here. I think that's obvious.
However, when assessing my second date with The Professor, I first made the assumption he was on the same page about it. I then justified telling him my conclusion via email before pretty much duplicating those thoughts in this blog. I knew he had plans that night and I couldn't reach him by phone. All I kept thinking was, "I must update the blog. I must be honest. The blog, the blog, the blog ... " I didn't even take time to breathe. Or consider his feelings. Imagine being on the receiving end of that.
Funny, even when writing this post, I thought perhaps I should just be writing this to him instead of repeating the act in this forum. But that isn't fair either, is it? Why write the obituary publicly and then eat crow privately? I was inconsiderate. I would not want a man to treat me that way in that situation.
It is important to me to admit it. Not berate myself, but take responsibility for what I chose to do. To learn.
I learned. And I had to write about it.
The situation with The Professor is lingering in my mind. It has taken me about 11 days to figure out what's at the heart of that. It is this: I put a man's feelings second to writing this blog. What the hell is that about? And why didn't it occur to me at the time?
This blog is supposed to be about manifesting things in my life. Sometimes specific things. Since August 1, I mostly gave it over to the manifestation of a wonderful relationship with a wonderful man. I am proud of my commitment to it and to writing about it here. I think that's obvious.
However, when assessing my second date with The Professor, I first made the assumption he was on the same page about it. I then justified telling him my conclusion via email before pretty much duplicating those thoughts in this blog. I knew he had plans that night and I couldn't reach him by phone. All I kept thinking was, "I must update the blog. I must be honest. The blog, the blog, the blog ... " I didn't even take time to breathe. Or consider his feelings. Imagine being on the receiving end of that.
Funny, even when writing this post, I thought perhaps I should just be writing this to him instead of repeating the act in this forum. But that isn't fair either, is it? Why write the obituary publicly and then eat crow privately? I was inconsiderate. I would not want a man to treat me that way in that situation.
It is important to me to admit it. Not berate myself, but take responsibility for what I chose to do. To learn.
I learned. And I had to write about it.
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