Sometimes the most beautiful art is an accident. Nature has a way of creating beyond anything we ever could. This is a picture I took of blue glass ice in Alaska. There have been no color adjustments, it is just this glorious aquamarine delicious blue! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Wowwwwww!
That anytime in life,
may it be in a conversation, during yoga, while making art, sleeping, etc. if I am PUSHING/FORCING/GRINDING/SHOVING at all, I am not allowing the Universe to move through me.
Life can be filled with ease and delight in every moment.
Sometimes I need to remember this as I live.
Anything I choose to do,
experience, can be done with an open ease to allow the truth that I may not even know exists yet, come forth.
Wow! Can’t believe it’s nearing the end of August! Oh my gosh!!! So my family and I just got home from an Alaskan cruise. It was great in many ways, but of course it wasn’t without the occasional family drama. Soooo nice to be home though! Even though I am still wading through travel items that need to be put away, 1/2 done loads of laundry, and this excited/anxious feeling of wanting to get back into a LIFE SCHEDULE and experience DAILY LIFE AGAIN. Traveling is so great, but it’s always nice to come home. 🙂
A couple weeks before we left, I ordered a book on Amazon that supposedly was written to help people manifest in an easy way, sort of reset the thick anticipatory funk that usually seems like comes with the concept. I opened the first page, and the author had written that she had been inspired by the book “The Game of Life and How to Play it,” by Florence Scovel Shinn. The name of the book caught my eye because I’ve had that book on the shelf for 2 years, and hadn’t opened it yet. I remember I had heard about it on some spiritual website/blog/ or from a person that the book is pretty amazing, but just never got around to it. This was obviously a sign! So I decided to switch over to reading that little book that had been patiently sitting on my shelf instead of my new one.
I feel so blessed that this book was waiting for me. My entire perspective is shifting and I am feeling more empowered, more delighted, more alive in my life. I am astounded that Florence wrote this in 1925, wow! What a freakin’ powerhouse.
My husband and I have been reading it together nearly every night. (I know I know I’m pretty lucky to have such a receptive partner….)
One of my favorite messages from the book is that there is a supply for every demand. She also mentions that blessing others automatically blesses ourselves. I love the concept of blessing others, and it automatically dissolves any anger or irritation towards them. Life in so many ways has been so ego centered. I feel so connected to humans by blessing them, and acknowledging that we all aren’t that different.
She has reminded me of the law of karma. If we want love, send love out. If we want support and understanding, to give that. Give that which we seek.
It really reminds me to expect miracles. That what is our divine right cannot be taken from us, and will show up in divine timing. I feel so much more at ease in my life, trusting that the Universe has my back.
I love it when a message, a book, a person, a realization shows up at just the right moment. It seems like this is happening to me more and more.
Yay! Sending so much love and blessings to all of you. 😉 xo
My bonus daughter is away for 4 days at Lacrosse camp. She just started learning the game a couple weeks ago and now is in an immersive camp with a bunch of girls that have been doing it for years. She was so nervous to go. She is so hard on herself, and will not try new things easily with the fear that she won’t be great at it. It was so brave of her to take this leap and go. We hoped that once she got there and felt uncomfortable for an hour or so, it would start to get better, and she may even enjoy it.
She texted me this morning to let me know that the girls there are so nice. She was telling them that she’s not as good as they are and she was embarrassed to play. They told her that she is so much better than they were for just starting, and that she is doing great. This made her day! I love that there are 13 year old girls, in all the awkwardness of that age, that can open up to say exactly what someone needs to hear. I love that the distaste of middle school years that I still have in my mouth can be swept away by girls that are willing to HELP when they see someone struggling. I want to give them a hug!! They probably know how it feels to feel like the worst at something. To feel different. To feel not as good, or special. I love that my bonus daughter heard them. She was willing to listen to them. Hearing that you are okay from another 13 year old girl? Oh my gosh, priceless.
It’s moments like these that I feel like humanity isn’t as bad as we think it is. There is still kindness, there is still people (young girls even) willing to reach out a hand to someone that needs it. Thank you thank you random girls for making our girls day.
Life can move so fast, sometimes we forget to check in with what is FEELING right, what is FEELING good.
This is a good piece to remember….
I appreciate listening to Oprah’s words of Wisdom while I work on this book I am creating.
I appreciate these moments of silence in the library with my noise cancelling headphones.
I appreciate hearing Will Smith say that ‘Self discipline is the definition of self love,’ and seeing the places that I can work on my own self discipline/love.
I appreciate getting some great Ah-ha! moments with art!
I appreciate choosing to write 5 things I’m grateful for every evening before bed.
I appreciate visualizing the way I want to see my life.
I appreciate hearing Oprah say that we become what we believe.
I appreciate that I can make new choices for showing up my most authentic way.
I appreciate that my muscles and mind are strong.
I appreciate that I am starting yoga again soon.
I appreciate that taking deep breaths usually relaxes me right away.
I appreciate hearing my bonus daughter say that I’m one of her favorite people.
I appreciate that I am capable of showing up my truest and most authentic self.
I appreciate late afternoon walks with my hubby.
I appreciate taking kitten out for a walk and watching him bask in the sun.
I appreciate that our house usually smells of homemade food.
I appreciate nourishing my body with healthy food.
I appreciate that I am drinking a gallon of water a day. Yikes!
I appreciate the feeling of being loved for exactly as I am.
I appreciate loving and enjoying my siblings.
I appreciate deep meditation.
I appreciate new, thick art paper.
I appreciate that I am here in this reality, on this planet, for so many reasons, even if I don’t know yet what they all are.
After all these years of feeling inadequate because I didn’t follow a concrete PLAN, I am finally relishing my wild spirit that enjoys getting lost.
Maybe not knowing the next step is okay.
Maybe allowing myself to burst with excitement about something obscure and unique is wonderful.
Maybe the dark alleyways and strange curiosities that I noticed and didn’t ignore, but instead:
choose to check out,
helped me choose to finally enjoy the rebellious, inquisitive, marvelous mind of wonder that. I. have.
I would love my bonus daughter to feel good in her own skin. To enjoy who she is as a human, and know that she is enough.
But I also know that she is 13, and just at the BEGINNING of weirdness and possibly a push/pull relationship with her body.
So how can I help? What can I do to make it better or guide her to see her beautiful spirit and not just the fact that she doesn’t fit the societal MOLD of what is considered beautiful?
I know I need to talk to her more about it than I have been.
But there are a lot of different thoughts running through my mind. I don’t know if SHOWERING her with compliments is the way for her to see her true power.
- I was given a lot of compliments on my looks as a kid, and I didn’t believe any of them.
- I felt ugly even though I was told I was beautiful.
- Feeling truly beautiful is when we don’t need to be TOLD them from other people, we just feel our own power. So telling her a lot isn’t necessarily going to convince her.
- I know I had a very different experience related to beauty growing up than she is. And yet I didn’t feel good about myself at all. I’d like to share more with her, and maybe remind her that one day, as she’s living more her truth, she will see her pure beauty.
- I like the idea of using the compliment of ‘beautiful’ related to being kind and loving, like I read someone blogging. That it doesn’t need to only represent outer appearance.
- Maybe I can remind her that as I have gotten older, the times when I actually FEEL beautiful are when I just stood up for myself, or when I am doing something where I am so present and immersed in it, I lose myself. I feel solid and enough and beautiful.
- Maybe I can also tell her that just having people think you are ‘pretty’ isn’t that helpful if you don’t believe them.
- People will always have different opinions about beauty anyway. If we are swayed back and forth if someone sees it and the next person doesn’t, we won’t feel beautiful. Beauty starts deep inside US.
- I can also remind her that the times when I feel ugly are when I don’t speak up for myself, when I swallow my feelings and when I am trying to be different than I am.
- Some of the most beautiful people I know do not fit societies standards of beautiful. In fact, 99.9% of people don’t fit those standards, and we can find beauty in everyone.
- Remind her that there have been so many times that I would see someone and be swept up in their beauty and then created a story in my head about how their life must be so much better than mine, etc. And how loved they must be, etc. Once I got to know them I realized that they were going through similar things as me. There life wasn’t any better because I thought they were pretty.
Those of you that have girls, what is your experience?
I can see that not telling someone they are beautiful because of the fear that they will think that is all they are, may not be the best decision either. Maybe there is a happy medium where they are told they are beautiful but they are also told their are brave and kind and loving and strong.
I would love to hear your thoughts!!
I need this right now. So sick of apologizing for WHO I am.