Friday, January 28, 2011

Your Glorious Self

(While this post may seemed geared only towards women, let me say that any male reader I may have... please consider yourself here as well. Men could use some validation too, and we as women love, or have loved, a man in our lives....and what goes for us goes for them as well).


Do you realize just how beautiful you are? Does that question cause you to pause, feel a little embarrassed or self-conscious? Well....you are beautiful, I don't even know you, but I know you are beautiful. I had lunch today with a group of local business women, all of them making their own way. They looked coiffed, wore make-up, had fashionable purses, nice clothes, the whole nine yards....one gal had a rockin' pair of boots that I lusted after...but, I digress...what I'm saying is they all were "put together". After the initial ice breaking went on and we naturally fell into little groups, I started hearing their insecurities. I guess they felt "safe" to talk this way. Honestly, get a bunch of women together and make us feel "safe" and we want to spill everything! Good, bad or indifferent, that's how we roll. Anyway....I felt a sadness listening to them berate themselves in one way or another. One didn't like her seriously straight (and SHINY) hair. She bemoaned the fact that it just "hangs". Another started in on her face, her jowls, as she called them. I didn't see any to be honest, but she swore they were there and she felt "old" because of it. Another one grabbed at her waistline and said...."I need to lose this, or I'm going to lose my husband"....half kidding (I think) but sad just the same. After a few more minutes of this I told them they were all Goddesses. Then I silently sent each one a blessing that they find peace within themselves and rise above the "bashing". But I thoroughly enjoyed the ladies I talked with, I saw myself in them and all the times I did the very same thing. I was also glad to hear them talk about their families, their children, their work, the things they found worth in. It wasn't all about tearing themselves apart, no! And thank goodness they could laugh, and we did. A lot. People are beautiful when they laugh.


I know I'm a beautiful woman. It took me years to reclaim that, to be able to say it without shrinking, or feeling narcissistic. I'm not vain in the least, and I think anyone who knows me, knows that. But I do have a healthy sense of worth, of my innate beauty, as well as my physical beauty. I've done the whole stand-naked-in-the-mirror thing, in a attempt to feel comfortable in my own skin, and it took awhile, but I can do it now and feel thankful for this body that carries me into my life everyday. It's a beautiful thing to have a body, to feel your breath go in and out, to grow hair, fingernails, shed your skin and get new skin every month. Think about it, we are miracles.....and Goddesses, all. You know what? When you give this kind of attention to yourself, and really get that you are beautiful by birth, then whatever doesn't serve your life, whatever doesn't move you forward or keeps you weighed down.....will want to fall away....and not because you are critical. It's because you are naturally made to be a joyous, light hearted, radiant human being. Free that inner light.

I'm remembering when I was growing up how my mother (doesn't it always come back to our mothers?) would tell me not to be self-centered, not to be concerned with my looks, to be self-depreciating, and to not put myself first in my own life. Wow, just writing that makes the hair stand up on my neck. That kind of language, which we've all heard in one form or another, just doesn't serve our right to be beautiful, does it? We're not talking vanity here....I'm talking self-love and nurturing. Daughter of the Universe....Prince of the Universe...how do you like that salutation?.....be at peace with who you are. Stop prodding, squeezing, picking, wishing that you were something else, or someone else, or another size...or whatever it is. Just stop.

Shun what TV and magazines and the media feeds us. It's a steady stream of illusion designed to make us feel like we need what they're selling. I don't have to tell you about the onslaught we're faced with everyday. Turn away, turn within....and be glad you are unique. There are no two of us alike. Isn't that amazing? Embrace your selfhood. Embrace your womanhood. Embrace your manhood. Embrace each other. Hold your friends up to the light, tell them how beautiful they are. Hug them, compliment them. I make it a daily practice to hug a lot of people and to tell them how nice they look, a little lavishing goes a long way, it puts a spring in their step....it makes people glow. Try it. You'll glow too, and that my friend is the best beauty product out there. The glow of giving, loving, praising.

Until next time....blessings upon your beautiful heart

Cindy

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Pushing Past The Fear

What scares you? Are there people, places, things that keep you from sleeping soundly? It's the things that can keep me awake. The intangibles. Can't quite name them, yet they're there. Much comes under the umbrella of fear, and in my opinion there are only two emotions that seem to govern everything in this life, LOVE and FEAR.....and I love meeting fear at the door. I don't even wait for it to ring my doorbell, I usually smell it before it sets foot on my porch! It's the unease that creeps into your mind and says, "Hello, I'm here to mess with you".

My good friend understands this visitor, I do too....all too well, or else I couldn't write about it. She can expect a knock at her door just when everything seems to be going right in her life. When we get a chance to talk, we usually end up on this topic. I asked her what she thought was going to go wrong, to which she replied.....everything! I asked her if she thought she didn't deserve to be content, prosperous, in love, fulfilled, etc. She told me she had the sneaking suspicion that if she relaxed, everything would fall apart. She's also the kind of person who can't sleep on a plane. Why? Because she has to hold the plane up, of course! So much pressure to hold it all together! Somewhere in our pasts we learned to not expect much, that thinking big would only lead to a bigger fall. I think our parents tried to protect us from the ebb and flow of life, to keep us from falling too far, or too hard. Doesn't work that way. I happen to love my skinned up knees, my little scars, my stubbed toes, they tell me I've been there....and came back.

Pema Chodron tells us to start where we are. Fearful thinking in the middle of the night is a good place. In the quiet of your room you can confront the illusionary demons. Tapping into the Universe's power and potential can be frightening. Are we enough? Can we handle it? Do I have what it takes? Yes, yes, and yes again. Self-sabotage is another biggie. That's the visitor fear sends out to really screw you up, the days when fear is off scaring the wits out of someone else, along comes self-sabotage. The little scamp. You know those days when all of a sudden you feel like picking a fight with someone? Usually someone close to you? You know how you have worked for something for so long, and when it's almost here you get sick, or in a wreck, or become inexplicably tired? We all know this....come on. Something somewhere inside says, "Who do you think you are"?

There is a speech by Nelson Mandela, and it bears repeating here. This is truth in all it's glory:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Well, I need to end this post right here, because that says it all....beautifully.

I will close with this....when that nagging self-doubt creeps into your moments of quiet, your moments of peace, remember these words. Don't play small! Meet fear at the door before it has a chance to knock, and send it packing. You're bigger then anything that little scamp can dish out. Now act like it....and relax.

Until next time....blessings upon your heart.

Cindy

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Being Stripped Bare

Fall is my most favorite time of year, and here where I live this countryside just glows. I feel my thoughts turning towards family and homekeeping and all things domestic. It seems to me to be the perfect time for a wedding...think outdoors, golden, brilliant sunshine. Births have a fitting place this time of year too, because, well, a three-month old baby at Christmas time is simply heavenly. The funerals that happen especially in early November go symbolically with the changing of the season, and the dying of what has come to pass. It's the whole of life to me, somehow, if that makes sense, in the Fall.

But a close second is Winter.....

The stark, barren trees speak of Spring. The cold speaks of sunshine. The frozen ground speaks of new growth. These lessons are not lost on me. I also cherish the turning inward that naturally occurs....drawing curtains, lighting candles....a gathering time. My most important reflections come during the Winter when everything is stripped bare. There is no pretension with Winter, it's all crystalline in it's clarity, but sometimes it pulls a punch. There are days so dark and cold and empty of color that it shakes me to my core. I find I want to hide and pull the covers over my head. It's times like these that I sense I'm avoiding something within me, the being stripped bare thing, open and vulnerable....something needing attention. It's such a gift though, to be unsettled by the unknown, making it a moment ripe for exploration and discovery. For me, as with many I understand, it's a feeling of being with oneself.....alone. I do "alone" just fine, I learned how to do it out of necessity, but there are times when a certain introspection is required and the little nagging thought is maybe I just don't want to know what's under there. Maybe it will be a nudging towards something I've been putting off, or maybe it's forcing me to deal with the last vestige of being "on my own", and this can usually entail a decision of some sort that needs to be made....and I'm just avoiding it. Maybe for you the unsettling moments are pointing you towards a big upheaval, a life changing event you may want to put off or avoid altogether. But whatever it is, Winter in all Her stark loveliness is very good at laying things bare. My best inner growth that's just waiting to come forth happens in the Winter.

So I write this on a very cold night here, comforted by my surroundings and feeling grateful for all the cold nights I faced the foe within. Once faced, you come out a richer human being. Once the learning experience is understood, the nagging fades away, leaving only behind it the promise of Spring and sunshine and new growth.....especially new growth. Don't miss out, it's such a gift.

Until next time.....blessings upon your heart

Cindy

Monday, January 17, 2011

Take Joy

I am a fan of Tasha Tudor, always have been. Her books illuminated my childhood with magic, and mine was a childhood that needed something to get me up and over the humps of growing up with an alcoholic father....but that's another story for another day. When I read Tasha's beautiful books I was transported to a place in time where gentleness reigned and life was sweet. "Take Joy" for instance, which is her luminous ode to the joy that could be found in the ordinary. It left me dumbstruck. The thought that you could choose to except joy into your life, no matter what is going on around you, seemed revolutionary to me. It has taken me thirty years to actually put this into practice though...maybe I was a slow learner.....but I finally got it! And when I get something I embrace it for all I'm worth.

So let's make today about choosing to take Joy

Life is easy when served up to you on a silver platter, but when it's served up on a garbage can lid you can still choose to take the joy and leave the rest. How simple it is on the days when everything is going well.....your job provides you with fulfilling work, your kids behave, your beloved does the dishes and rubs your feet, your mother-in-law (or, your mother) is actually nice to you, the car repair comes in at a much lower cost then expected, etc. You know what I'm talking about, the stars seem all lined up and all the outward things in your life just hum along smoothly. But what about the other days? The days your job sucks, your loved ones treat you like a doormat, you get rear-ended at a stop light? What about those? And what about the sudden and devastating days? The scary diagnosis? The man, or woman, that walks out on you, the foreclousure notice that was in the morning mail? What about those days? There is no joy to be found in those things. I wouldn't expect anyone to jump up and down and grin ear-to-ear. But what I'm talking about here is quiet joy, the kind that stays around for the long haul. It's a joy that is born out of a knowing that this too shall pass.

I have watched a dear friend over this last year go through some very trying times. I'm talking three surgeries, chemo, and the death of a parent....and every time I saw her she was smiling. Not the I'm going mad kind of smile, though I wouldn't have blamed her, but rather a smile that signaled inner strength, an inner knowing that life's dramas did not define her. She found joy in the ordinary. I was meant to cross paths with this woman, it was inevitable that I meet her and glean her strength and be inspired by her joy for life. "When the student is ready, the Teacher will appear". Indeed. I was ready, and she appeared in my life. But you know what? I'm always struck how the best "gurus" if you will, are not these holy looking, pious people. No, they are everyday folk....they smoke, drink, swear, have cancer, are in wheelchairs, and are on welfare. They also rear-end us at stop lights, refuse insurance claims and seem to wreck havoc on our lives. Odd, isn't it? Not one of them walks around chanting or holding their hands in prayer position! They are all teachers, if you pay attention...but that my friends is another post for another day as well, because some of my best Aha! moments came from observing these kinds of Teachers. But this particular friend, this dear lady, taught me a joy that I needed, and her brand of joy came my way when I needed it most. The art of simple, quiet joy....

Here's what makes me smile now everyday: My dog running with her nose in the snow. My cats head butting me with love. The way the sun comes through the window and makes beautiful lace patterns on the floor. A cup of tea held up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The warm arms of a loved one wrapped around me. Soft fuzzy socks. The smell of clean laundry. A pot of soup on the stove simmering away. Sharp, cold air with the faint smell of woodsmoke. Rain on my face. The neighbor that waves when he drives by. The cuckoo clock ticking away as I type right now. My very breath...calm, deep, full. A breath that comes now with certainty.....the certainty that I am so much more then the problems of this world! And so are you, dear reader, so are you. Take joy whenever you can. It's there in the sweetest and smallest of ways, and on "those" days when it's all you can do to stay afloat.....take joy anyway. Open your heart to joy, and watch it grow. You will be pleasantly surprised at how wide your heart will open as you accept these gifts that are freely given.

Until next time....blessings upon your heart.

Cindy

Friday, January 14, 2011

If We Have No Peace....

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." Mother Teresa

This was my Facebook status today. We're all in this together. All of us. Our President's words two nights ago brought tears to my eyes, as it did for many. It set me to thinking how fractured we are as a whole, our very foundation is cracked and bleeding. What to do?....I am only one woman. You are only one human being....what to do, indeed. "Let there be peace on earth an let it begin with me"....that's a good place to begin, and it all begins with us, darlings.

I don't get mad like I used to. I can get fired-up, to be sure, but I don't get mad anymore. Big victory. My "peace" depended on other people, what they did, (or usually didn't do) governed my day. I wasted a lot of years being defined by outward things...people, places, events. I prided myself in thinking I was "different", that I stood apart, that no one understood me.....and I chased peace like a dog chasing it's tail. I was exhausted most of the time too, I mean bone weary exhausted. Somehow the words from my childhood...."Let there be peace on earth....." were lost along the way. If only we could be aware of the disconnect as it's happening! What is it that makes us splinter off from the rest of humanity? There are the biggies....childhood abuse, bad relationships, stuck in a dead-end job, bankruptcy, betrayal, death....yeah, those can do it, but how do we get our "connection" back? How do we make sense of those among us that spiral off the deep end and then take it out on society? A key thing I've learned is that, when you have been broken open.....stay open. When you're down on your knees asking, praying.....stay there. Metaphorically, of course. My cosmic brain surgery, as I like to call it, was only able to take place when I allowed the brokenness of my life to lay wide open. It gushed, but then it staunched, and it began to see the light of day.

My friend growing up was a little girl named Janet, she lived right near me. We played most every day after school, I could reach her house in 45 seconds through the field outside my back door. Janet was killed by a drunk driver in 1970. This was before all the "don't drive drunk" banners, before MADD, before being a "designated driver" was the responsible thing to do. And it was before Oprah.....all the shows where she interviewed people who came back from devastating experiences. So what I saw within Janet's family was extraordinary. We saw them crack completely open.....and in that depth of pain, they embraced the drunk driver. They testified in his defense. He did time, absolutely, but he did most of it in rehab and with counseling. They told us later that they couldn't see him as "different", they couldn't see him as "apart" from themselves. Janet's dad recounted his own stupid days as a young man.....driving drunk sometimes. In their determination to stay connected to this man who killed their daughter....and my best friend.....they healed their pain. This is an extreme example of staying connected, and I don't know how many of us could actually do that, but the point is this:

We are all one

We are connected by our very human nature. I am connected to the fisherman in his little boat on the sea off the coast of Italy. I am connected to the Chinese woman begging for money on the streets of Suzhou. (I remember her vividly, her eyes, her hands...open, pleading). How many times have I held my hands open, pleading for an answer in the deep darkness of night? I recognize myself in everyone, everywhere. I am connected to the old couple yesterday at the grocery store.... griping at each other unkindly, acting as if they couldn't stand each other....ha! Been there! I recognize the darkness in a human being, because if truth be told, if we didn't have a check on ourselves, if we weren't semi-sane, we just might allow events in our lives to make us spiral off the deep end and then take it out on society. Maybe it's a fine line between sanity and insanity. Maybe. But what do I know?

But we are all one.

I feel much more at peace with myself and the world when I look straight into the eyes of all I come across in the course of a day, and say a silent "Namaste". It only takes a second. Even the people that seem to irritate me are placed there so I can practice my "practice". The little tests, the little annoyances, and the big things that hit you right between the eyes, they're all there to help us see the connections. At least that's my humble opinion.....for what it's worth.

So, Namaste. And peace. And thank you.

Until next time...blessings upon your heart.

Cindy

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

In Praise Of Stillness

Take a deep breath. Now, take another. There, I'll bet you needed that. I did. I used to live my life so completely out of balance in the past that I didn't know how to breathe....I didn't know what a deep, full breath was. I thought in order to have more time to do....whatever...I needed to accomplish things faster. What a foolish notion, which leads me to this: I am in love with Winter, especially this Winter that I'm experiencing. We've had a lot of snow....a lot by our Southern standards, but it always reminds me to slow down. Snow days are good for this. Everything changes overnight: appointments, work, school, driving....everything. Time to STOP.

I awake to absolute silence on days like these. The snow has transformed, once again, my surroundings to a soft, silent place. The normal jarring sounds of life are suddenly silenced. My street becomes a village, neighbors voices carry in a way that make them so close. The sound of shovels delights my ears. Dads are pulling their kids on sleds down the middle of the street, laughter is so precious coming from the mouth of babes out in the snow. My backyard is special to me, it has a large pine tree that I love, and a creek that meanders through the barren trees. My eyes never cease to fill with brief tears at the sight of snow covered branches, add a bright red cardinal and I'm dumbstruck for a moment. Time to breathe in the beauty.

Many mornings such as this I go outside in my pajamas, robe, and big clunky boots and just stand there, coffee in hand, and I listen. I can hear a bird nibbling at the peanut butter covered pine cones hung in the trees. If I'm very still, and I thought to grab my camera, I can take a picture of it. This morning there was a stiff breeze, but it made a soft sound blowing through the pine needles...it was music to my ears. I can't tell you how filled I am with peace at this sound. Being born and raised in Los Angeles I never heard such beauty there while growing up, and of course, never any snow. But at this point in my life I know with absolute certainty I must be near nature, always. I must be able to look out my window and see it on all sides of me.

And thankfully, I've learned the power of stillness.

When things have been the worst for me, I instinctively knew to get quiet, to withdraw, to listen. I knew that within that stillness I would find balance. Within that stillness I would hear the "still, small voice" of Truth beckoning me onward. Sometimes I didn't like what I heard, but it was truth nonetheless. Truth is like that....it whispers, and it can be unsettling.... listen deeper if that's your response. Be gentle with yourself today, if only for a moment, retreat within. Ask, then listen. If all you can hear is the wind in the trees, or your own heartbeat, then consider yourself blessed. Be your own soft place, and if snow isn't your thing, then bask in the Winter sun that warms your body and caresses your face. Whatever way you can attain a moment of stillness, you will be blessed. It's a quiet thing....

Until next time....blessings upon your heart

Cindy

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Life Is Beautiful

Yes, it is, but CNN wouldn't want you to know that. The media doesn't want you to hear the good stories that are out there (and they're happening every single day), no, TV wants you to believe that people everywhere are messed up, out of work, suicidal, angry, violent and generally having a very bad day. Statistics support this, people spend their lives calculating the numbers of just how many downtrodden, unhappy people live in this country.

Well here's a thought: What you focus upon expands.

The wisest people I know don't watch very much TV. They mostly use it to watch their choice of DVD's. Me, I fall somewhere in between. When I listen to bad news I try to listen with a dispassionate attitude, and this is not a cold, unfeeling thing to do. I won't allow myself to get sucked into the mire. Instead I imagine a very sage soul is sitting there with me.....this could be Jesus, Buddha, or any wise and centered being you can think of....and from this I get the message, "Just listen, this is where prayer and meditation needs to go today". Having your finger on the pulse of society doesn't have to entail all the fear and anger it would like to incite.

Do fear and anger govern your response to violence? Do you have an eye-for-an-eye attitude? Do you go into denial? "Do you go out and buy a gun......or turn on I Love Lucy reruns"? I have felt all of these things, and more. I am a single mom. I have a little girl and it's just us living here in our home. Would I know how to protect her if someone broke into my house in the middle of the night? Do I rely on prayers when I go to sleep and my Mother Bear instinct to suddenly jump into action if need be? Well, I pray, and I know I could muster super human strength if I had to, but is it wrong to pull out a gun and blast the head off an intruder, someone who means to harm me and mine? Tough questions to answer if push came to shove.....and tougher still if you are a person of faith. I haven't even been able to find a pastor to answer this question directly for me. So here's what I think.....and God knows I don't know much, but I believe the Universe supports our survival, and the right to defend ourselves with brut force if need be. I also know that carrying around fear will certainly cause the wolf to smell you coming a mile away. I used to think that living a good and honest life had built in protections all over it. Not so. Bad things happen to good people. But I will not lend my voice to the hatred of violence. Does that make sense? I will not add to an already jumpy society and trigger happy mindset that creates it own violent energy. What you focus upon expands. So instead of hating violence, or those who commit atrocities, I will put my focus on educating children in conflict resolution.....(and in my opinion this is sorely lacking in schools and homes). I will put my focus on gun safety and education, because face it.....our world will never be without guns, and yes, I would take action against someone attempting to harm me, and I would shoot someone in a heartbeat that was going to hurt me or my child. But do I walk around like a bad ass all day? No. Would I feel safer with a gun? Maybe so, but I would also be extremely aware of the responsibility gun ownership carries, and I would adopt the attitude of being quietly prepared but still expecting the best out of people. There is an energy we put out everyday. It's tangible, it's real, and it attracts. There is a fine line that must be walked here, and while I choose to send out light and love to those around me, I also know that realizing there are those who do not care about society's rules is a wise stance to take as well.

What I will not do is hate the hater. I will not add violent thoughts to an already tragic situation, I will not allow a horrible event like yesterday's mass shooting to pull me off center. We reap what we sow....pure and simple. Tough stuff to think about....no easy answers either. But somewhere between being "prepared" and "ready", I believe there is a soft place, a yielding place where we can offer up our fears and questions and misgivings and come away blessed.....and not hardened. When I send out love to everyone, and I mean to the perpetrator as well as the victim, I come away much more centered, much more quietly alive, alert, aware. Good things to have going for you in a time and place where people are losing their cool. And I've always been able to act in the appropriate way when I've surrendered my day to a higher power, and whatever that may look like or need to to be if push ever did come to shove, I would rather come from this place of centeredness, then anger, hate and revenge. At least this is how I sleep better at night.....quietly prepared, yielding up my fears and trusting I would know the right thing to do if and when the time ever comes.....and exercising my right to protect myself in whatever way the situation warrants.

May those who are in pain and suffering unimaginable loss be lifted up. May their pain cease, may it be a benediction on those who have died, for their depth of pain shows just how much their hearts are capable of holding love. May that place stay soft and yielding, and may the bitterness end.

Until next time.....blessings upon your heart. (And forgive my musings on a very tough subject....I am still seeking further peace of mind on this topic as well.)

Cindy

Monday, January 3, 2011

It's Not About The Money

I tend to believe what we all want in life has nothing to do with money, but it has everything to do with finding your purpose for being here. In my humble opinion it's about service to others, it's very plain and simple to me. So what would service look like for you? Do you have a clear vision of how you can reach out and serve? Here's a thought for starters, it's never been about us. Our purpose is to be in community with others, and when you hit your stride, reach your bliss, get on purpose, you will be provided for abundantly. That is how it works....promise.

The drive to make money blocks it from flowing into our lives. It's about perception, focus, intent. Now I'm not saying if you're about to be thrown out of your home, and your kids are hungry, that you should just sit there. You will need to support yourself and working is the socially acceptable way to do that. But what about this economy and it's jobless rate? What about there being too few jobs and too many people needing to work just to feed their children? Their stories fill the evening news, they're our neighbors, everywhere. So while your purpose for the time being is to provide shelter and food and clothing, I would also say that it isn't a rut you need to dig yourself into. I know about ruts, I've written about the kind of rut I was in for so long, but what I'm saying here is that you can be lifted out of the rut of a dead end job if you change your focus, perception and intent.

A wise therapist once told me I would need to think outside the box in terms of meaningful and lucrative work. With so many jobs being obliterated and sent overseas, there comes a challenge now to create new lines of work. There are new niches to be filled, areas that have yet to be explored. Clearing the cobwebs out of our heads about what work "should" look like (and while we're at it, I vote to obliterate the word "should" from our vocabulary, so repeat after me: "Thou shalt not should on thyself from this day forward") and begin to open ourselves to endless possibilities. You and I have gifts residing within us that can be nurtured and if they are service based in any way, shape, or form, they will flourish given fertile ground. One of my favorite meditations in the morning is, "Help me to get out of my own way. Let me realize my work in this life is before me now, and even though I can't see it, it's there, and it's coming....into full expression". I would suggest staying open to the leadings and urgings that come, you know, those little thoughts that say, "try this, talk to this or that person, go down this street, take this turn", etc., you know what I mean, the little thoughts we squelch because, well, that won't work, that doesn't make sense. Again, getting out of one's own way, staying open....then acting on the direction we get, seems to me like true wisdom.

Simplistic you say? Maybe, but maybe not. Abundance is simple, and it's everywhere. When I see a penny or a nickel on the ground I pick it up and say "thank you". Perception, it's all about perception, and many times it needs adjusting during the day. To be miracle-minded is a natural state of being, we have just forgotten how.

Follow your path today....wherever it may lead you. And say, "Thank You"....it will be enough.

Until next time....blessings upon your heart.

Cindy

Sunday, January 2, 2011

This Little Blog Of Mine

I started this blog as a way to process my divorce. Part a cathartic exercise and part an attempt to share what lessons I'd learned along the way. Well, no one really reads this blog, and I'm totally okay with that. I don't write for anyone's approval or comments. I write because I think. I write because I get into this stream of consciousness mode and just need to pound it out on these keys. So there you go.

But that leads me to this: I am ready to move this blog into a different direction now. I'm completely past divorce mode and now into living my best life. It's still going to be a ride, what good things in life aren't? Maybe a wider audience will eventually pick up, maybe not, and that's okay by me. So, here goes nothing.

I still think the title of this blog fits. Everyone is looking for a place to call home, and while I'm not saying this is your home, I am saying that the universal call to find out what your heart truly calls you to do is something we can all relate to. So the title stays, but the emphasis is going to change. A new year and a new blog. Sounds good to me.

Let me prime my pump, so to speak, and I'll start writing as the spirit moves me. Stay tuned, or not, but if you got anything out of my divorce writings then read on. Even in the throes of a divorce it's imperative to look ahead, past the pain, and begin to visualize a new life for yourself. So my blog will be about life, yours, mine and anyone else who wants something better. So there. :-)

Until next time...blessings upon your heart

Cindy