Meet Grace. She is my one eyed Goddess. I met her Soul just over a year ago. She came to live with me just under a year ago.
She is a traumatized, rescue kitty. And this morning she taught me a lesson. Let me share it with you.
She sits at the sliding door asking to be let out. She loves being on the deck. Yet as I walk to the door, she runs away. All the goodness I have bestowed upon her is forgotten and her pattern of fleeing kicks in.
How can I let her out if she runs away from the very thing she’s asking for?
Wow. That was a realization for me, too!
Where in your life are you asking for something and when it’s “this close” you bolt and head in the other direction?
Has not the Universe, or God, or whatever word you attach to a power higher than yourself always provided? Maybe not how you exactly asked for it, but has indeed provided.
It is said Ask and it is Given. So ask. What is your heart longing for? That longing would not be instilled...
A few years ago I had a new patio door installed. This winter it was apparent there was a leak. New one ordered and today was the day it was to be installed.
Toby, nice guy, hard worker, broken foot and all came over. Took the old door out, brought it outside, brought the new one in and low and behold, it was built wrong! He took it in stride, which was a big, admirable deal given he was doing all this with a broken foot.
I went with the flow and did not get upset. I have learned something my coach calls Divine Pace. It brings me comfort and perspective in many things.
When I think I “should” be further along in my business, I remember Divine Pace.
When I think I “should” have the program developed by now, I remember Divine Pace.
When I think a client “should” have had that insight or breakthrough already, I remember Divine Pace.
It’s very helpful, and it’s not a gimmick. It’s not a psychological mind set.
Do you ever think that what you have to contribute simply cannot be that important? In The Shack, it is established that if anything matters, everything matters. So, what if you simply had to declare “it” – to name “it” – for the whole Universe to shift?
Continuing last weeks look at the 1984 movie, The Neverending Story, I’d like to look at Bastion, the earthling child reading the story. He was a delight to watch; his youth and innocence shined. At first, when he screamed – and it echoed into the story – he was confused and shrugged it off. This happened throughout the story; I would imagine it impacted him just a bit deeper each time. “It’s just a story” “It’s not real” were things he would say – out loud to no one but himself, as he was holed away in a cluttered attic hiding from school.
At the end, when Fantasia is breaking apart and Bastion holds the power to stop it, the nudge...
“People who have no hope are easy to control, and whoever has the control, has the power.” Thus says Gmork, the servant to the Nothing in The Neverending Story.
Do you believe this?
Do you have hope?
Who is in charge of your destiny, your future, your life, your choices?
If it is true that those without hope are easy to control, how do they get to that edge of such despair? Gmork says it’s “because people have begun to lose their hope and forget their dreams.” and that therefore, “the Nothing grows stronger.” The emptiness that remains is despair.
If you know the story, you know that the conversation is between Gmork and Atreyu, the warrior chosen to help save the land of Fantasia from the Nothing. Atreyu is a mere boy warrior who was stripped of all weapons and began his quest with only a horse. The horse was lost in the Swamp of Sadness, so now he is alone. Or so he thinks.
Gmork is lurking, so he is not alone. And there, of course, are...
by Marita Rahlenbeck
as it wakes up from
It shouts and calls
The birds tweet
The trees are ready to sprout their leaves
for another season.
The grass is ready to turn
green and lush.
All this, for me, the observer.
The lake shape shifts before me;
the water dances many dances
as the wind decides how it wants to play.
The rain falls gently, so gently
it is barely noticeable,
but I hear the gentle and graceful
notes on the earth as the two meet.
All this, for me, the one who listens.
Moments of Silence and Stillness
and then a graceful song from a robin.
Then she’s gone and only a gentle breeze
shows herself to me as the mighty oak
silently waves her branches.
All this, for me, as I watch the world wake up
before my very eyes.
How blessed am I?
Gratitude ~ Gratitude
So much Gratitude
This poem lovingly and with deep...