Showing posts with label Law of Attraction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Law of Attraction. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Tuesday's Teeming with Treasures! Timely After Thoughts
I received an email the other day, literally in the nick of time, from my dear aunt Marilyn Houser. This email was the answer to many unanswered questions about a project that is currently my greatest work - Friday's with Frank.
I felt I had exhausted all avenues of research and I kept coming up empty handed. I was just about to 'hang my hat up' on this bit of research, when I received this lifeline of an email.
I'm sure Marilyn had no idea how long I've been searching for this information (just in case you wanted to know - 4 months). For what ever reason she felt she should send this over, I thank you from the bottom of my soul.
When I think all of my avenues have been sought, it's then that the answers come.
Tuesday's Teeming with Treasures are quick motivational notes from my life. Mainly I post them for my use, to help me treasure each day, focus on the AMAZING-NESS that surrounds me. Most importantly they help me remember to get out of me head and into my true self.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Attracting Matt - What Does a Shallow Dish and a Hole in My Organic Garden Have to Do with Anything?
After a bit of research, I found two great options:
Chickens and Toads
My first choice would be to get me some chickens! We'd have fresh eggs, they're natural aerators (through their ground scratching), they LOVE to eat bugs, and they'd provide natural fertilizer to the yard.
I've been wanting chickens since we've moved out to the country. However my husband, being a city guy, will have nothing to with farm animals on our land. During my research, I thought that I'd finally found a solution to convince him that chickens were a great idea. I learned that they not only eat grasshoppers, but spiders too!
Nope, no matter how much convincing and begging, he wasn't going to give in.
My second option is a toad! A gnarly, healthy, knobby, rugged, local toad. I knew that toads live just up in the foothills from us (about a mile away), because I see them when ever I run at dusk. Now a toad isn't a farm animal. Who is my husband to say anything about a local toad moving in.
Now to research toad attraction to my garden - who by the way don't eat your veggies like the chickens will.
I found that toads like to burrow in cool, damp, shady spots. Now here's the thing, our yard isn't old enough to provide lots of damp shady spots for them to burrow in and live.
Imagination, here's your cue! So I call upon my imagination and figure how to create a toad pent-house haven (let me tell you, if I were a toad, I'd totally live here!)
I got a large shallow terracotta tray, built a shallow hole under it, and placed it near my ornamental grasses growing next to my garden. I then created a 'rain fall' from our irrigation pipes that'd fill the shallow dish and keep the ground wet around it. Perfect!
Once I finished the toads pent-house, I thought, and felt (very important step here), what it would be like to walk out to my garden and find all my vegetables in pristine condition. The leaves and veggies would be untouched by those jumping flying grasshoppers. I felt what it would be like to walk around and not flinch when an unexpected large flying grasshopper jumps out at me - they still startled me even after almost 40 years. Ahh what a great addition this toad would make to my organic garden.
Then I let it be.
I would imagine a toad living under that tray, and think about how exciting it would be to one day find him in my garden happily gorging himself on grasshoppers.
Then I'd let it be - not worry, not stress, not obsess.
I even let the nasty growth that builds on the bottom of the tray stay (my dogs love getting a drink out of it - so gross).
To my husband, I've become a bit crazy. Preparing, setting up and feeling what it would be like to have a garden toad, before we EVEN have a garden toad. I kept just telling him, and my daughter, that a toad will come, I know it. I've sent it out to the universe, and I'm letting the universe figure out 'the how' a toad will make it's way to this upscale toad house.
A couple of weeks later, I was over at a friends house, when a teenage boy thought he would try to scare a few of us gals by shoving this extremely large (about the size of a dinner plate) toad in our face and yelling 'blahh' at the same time.
I quickly jumped up, not in grossness, but in excitement. I grabbed the toad out of the kids possession, and almost kissed it. I did refrain from kissing it, only because it would confirm the belief of many that I may be off my rocker a bit. (BTW I rock on my rocker!)
The owner of the house, Matt, piped up, "Yeah I've got several of these toads around the yard, however this one hangs out on my driveway every night." That was my cue.
To my husband's dismay, we drove home with a toad!
Now to research toad attraction to my garden - who by the way don't eat your veggies like the chickens will.
I found that toads like to burrow in cool, damp, shady spots. Now here's the thing, our yard isn't old enough to provide lots of damp shady spots for them to burrow in and live.
Imagination, here's your cue! So I call upon my imagination and figure how to create a toad pent-house haven (let me tell you, if I were a toad, I'd totally live here!)
I got a large shallow terracotta tray, built a shallow hole under it, and placed it near my ornamental grasses growing next to my garden. I then created a 'rain fall' from our irrigation pipes that'd fill the shallow dish and keep the ground wet around it. Perfect!
Once I finished the toads pent-house, I thought, and felt (very important step here), what it would be like to walk out to my garden and find all my vegetables in pristine condition. The leaves and veggies would be untouched by those jumping flying grasshoppers. I felt what it would be like to walk around and not flinch when an unexpected large flying grasshopper jumps out at me - they still startled me even after almost 40 years. Ahh what a great addition this toad would make to my organic garden.
Then I let it be.
I would imagine a toad living under that tray, and think about how exciting it would be to one day find him in my garden happily gorging himself on grasshoppers.
Then I'd let it be - not worry, not stress, not obsess.
I even let the nasty growth that builds on the bottom of the tray stay (my dogs love getting a drink out of it - so gross).
To my husband, I've become a bit crazy. Preparing, setting up and feeling what it would be like to have a garden toad, before we EVEN have a garden toad. I kept just telling him, and my daughter, that a toad will come, I know it. I've sent it out to the universe, and I'm letting the universe figure out 'the how' a toad will make it's way to this upscale toad house.
A couple of weeks later, I was over at a friends house, when a teenage boy thought he would try to scare a few of us gals by shoving this extremely large (about the size of a dinner plate) toad in our face and yelling 'blahh' at the same time.
I quickly jumped up, not in grossness, but in excitement. I grabbed the toad out of the kids possession, and almost kissed it. I did refrain from kissing it, only because it would confirm the belief of many that I may be off my rocker a bit. (BTW I rock on my rocker!)
The owner of the house, Matt, piped up, "Yeah I've got several of these toads around the yard, however this one hangs out on my driveway every night." That was my cue.
To my husband's dismay, we drove home with a toad!
A toad named Matt.
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| Here's a close-up of Matt |
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| Here I am showing Matt his toad pent-house  |
While working in my garden during the day, I try not to lift and look for Matt in the toad pent-house, especially since they are crepuscular animals (out during dusk and dawn). I'm just letting, not obsessing, over Matt. He is a wild local type of toad after all.
I just let him be, let him be him, and do his thing.
The other night, my neighbor tells my husband that he saw this really large toad in his rocks. He couldn't believe how big it was. I knew he saw Matt.
I sure hope he returns, cause I know of a great toad pent-house in the garden next door!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
On Sending Love and Opening Up - A piano gets a new life, and I send out the intent for a new piece
I've been thinking a lot lately about downsizing, letting go of things that don't serve my family or my needs anymore. Most of the stuff I hold onto are things that have great memories attached to them, or they were something that belonged to my mother. She passed of undiagnosed heart problems - I'll save that story for another post.
In any case, I have this beautiful piano that my family got when I was 8 years old. I sooo wanted to learn how to play. I remember begging for days, months, probably even years! Finally, the day had come! (I guess my continual pestering paid off!)
I remember walking into the piano store, as my eyes beheld the pianos in front me, my excitement grew to paralysis! All I could do was stare, and take in every detail of the shiny, beautiful, perfect pianos. I knew I had to revel in this moment, take it all in. I looked at every single piano before settling my eyes on the 'one'.
Oh this piano was perfect! when you pressed the keys they all had the same pressure, the sound was angelic, the curved smooth body was perfect. I run towards my parents telling them that I've found the perfect one! My dad follows me. As I sit down on the perfect piano bench, he giggles. I knew then that I wasn't going home with this piano. Come to find out, the white baby grand was way out of our budget. My dad and I walk back to the ''frugal' section of the piano store, where we'd eventually find the 'perfect' piano.
I remember my mom sitting down at dozens of pianos. Shed play a few keys and cords checking for their tone and how well it resonated. She slowly narrowed down her choice to 2 pianos. In my recollection, I think they were the exact same piano. I couldn't hear any difference, nor could I detect anything visually different.
After what seemed like days, I'm sure it was maybe an hour, my mom pics the 'one'. The piano of her 'dreams'.
The idea was that my sister, Beckee, and I would take piano lessons practice after school each day (at least 30 min). While my mom fine tuned her rusty ability, and learn to play like she use to years ago. Oh, I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get it home.
I don't remember how the piano got into our house, for all I knew or cared it was magically twinkled in by the fairies. I do remember the first time I sat down at the piano. My dad sat down with me and showed me how to find middle 'C'. Then he showed me what an octave was, and how play the 'c' scale'. I played on that piano for hours. I think I even fell asleep under the bench!
I wrote my first song on that piano, it was 'Nicole', my elementary BFF inspired my to write it. I think it had only 2 cords and 4 words for the entire song. I learned how to play Star Wars, that was fun. I also learned to love Beethoven, Bach, and many other classical composers.
In my junior year of high school I decided to try out for the Brigham City Peach Queen pageant. For my talent, I decided to play a classical musical piece on the piano. I can't remember what I played. However, I can remember how nervous I got when I stepped out onto the dark stage. All the spot lights were off, which made it possible for me to see the crowd. OMG was it a large crowd too!
I could see all the red blinking lights from the many camcorders recording what I was about to do. I sat at the piano waiting to disappear, wanting to become part of the ivory keys or the black seat - no such luck.
The spot light shines in my eyes - I'm up. It's my turn to dazzle the judges and wow the crowd. I'd worked hard (well, maybe not as hard as I should have) with my piano teacher - I was ready. I started playing the memorized piece of classical music. I continued to play for the next 2 hours (well maybe on 3 minutes) the same 2 lines of music over and over again until I could figure out a way to end the disaster.
My mind went completely blank, I forgot the music, forgot what I had practiced - well except for the first 2 lines! Gladly and quickly I end the snowballing mess. I stand, bow, and run off the stage. I'll bet you'd be surprised to learn that I didn't win Peach Queen, runner up, or any other title. I was fine with it, because it wasn't my thing any way.
Years later, I'm a young adult now. I ask my mom for the piano (because in my mind it was bought for me and it belonged to me). She tells me no, it's her piano. I couldn't believe my ears. What, her piano? In all the years we've had the piano, I never heard her play it. She tell me she practices when no one's around. I ask her if I can hear her, she says no, because she's embarrassed.
More time passes, maybe 8 years since I asked. In that time my mother passed about a year before and my dad was getting ready to marry in a few days. I walk by the piano in his living room and my Dad asks me if I'd like to take my piano home with me.
What? My piano? It's been 20 years since we've bought the piano, and my Dad tells me that he really got the piano because I begged so hard as a little girl. He adds, after all I was the only one to really play it,and it belongs to the one who played it. I'm so excited to finally get my piano home, I jump up and down while saying, "Of course".
I've now had the piano in my possession for 10 years. In those 10 years I can probably count on all of my fingers and toes combined how many times I've played it. Sad, but true. I even sanded and refinished the piano, except the legs- cause I wanted to change those out, but it hasn't happened. You can even see in the picture that I haven't stained the legs.
I sit and look at the potential of that piano, the great sounds it's capable of, and yet no one plays it. I'm in a place in my life where I don't desire to play the piano. I want to orchestrate great nature expeditions, not piano music. Having this great instrument is a blessing and a curse. I love the memory, the connection it brings to my mom, but it just sits and takes up space. Space that I'd like to see something else that we could use there. Something that fits into our decor that could house other musical writing material.
So, here I go opening up to the universe - letting go of a beloved item in hopes for another beloved item, one that my daughter will have these types of memories about.
I called my sister, Beckee, who has 3 of her 4 children learning to play the piano on an old worn out, with 2 broken keys, piano. I ask her if she'd be interested in having the piano.Without hesitation, she says yes. Her children say yes.
They were feeling the same excited feeling I felt when we walked into the piano store. I'm sure they'll feel the same way I felt when they finally get to have the piano in their living room.
The piano is off to another life. To be cherished, loved, played, and received by other children. Music will resonate through the fine keys, strike the strings, and back out of the solid wood, creating tones of pleasure to the player, listeners, and piano.
I open my heart and send out to the universe the intent of finding and receiving the 'perfect' new piece of furniture that will house what it needs as well as turn into a beloved family item.
Live on little piano, let music resonate again. Thank you for the many values you helped me learn: dedication, hard work, coordination, commitment, and love for music. May my nieces and nephews find the same love and values through you.
In any case, I have this beautiful piano that my family got when I was 8 years old. I sooo wanted to learn how to play. I remember begging for days, months, probably even years! Finally, the day had come! (I guess my continual pestering paid off!)
I remember walking into the piano store, as my eyes beheld the pianos in front me, my excitement grew to paralysis! All I could do was stare, and take in every detail of the shiny, beautiful, perfect pianos. I knew I had to revel in this moment, take it all in. I looked at every single piano before settling my eyes on the 'one'.
Oh this piano was perfect! when you pressed the keys they all had the same pressure, the sound was angelic, the curved smooth body was perfect. I run towards my parents telling them that I've found the perfect one! My dad follows me. As I sit down on the perfect piano bench, he giggles. I knew then that I wasn't going home with this piano. Come to find out, the white baby grand was way out of our budget. My dad and I walk back to the ''frugal' section of the piano store, where we'd eventually find the 'perfect' piano.
I remember my mom sitting down at dozens of pianos. Shed play a few keys and cords checking for their tone and how well it resonated. She slowly narrowed down her choice to 2 pianos. In my recollection, I think they were the exact same piano. I couldn't hear any difference, nor could I detect anything visually different.
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| This is the piano I'm sending with love to my sister. It's now been 31 years since it's been in the family. |
After what seemed like days, I'm sure it was maybe an hour, my mom pics the 'one'. The piano of her 'dreams'.
The idea was that my sister, Beckee, and I would take piano lessons practice after school each day (at least 30 min). While my mom fine tuned her rusty ability, and learn to play like she use to years ago. Oh, I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get it home.
I don't remember how the piano got into our house, for all I knew or cared it was magically twinkled in by the fairies. I do remember the first time I sat down at the piano. My dad sat down with me and showed me how to find middle 'C'. Then he showed me what an octave was, and how play the 'c' scale'. I played on that piano for hours. I think I even fell asleep under the bench!
I wrote my first song on that piano, it was 'Nicole', my elementary BFF inspired my to write it. I think it had only 2 cords and 4 words for the entire song. I learned how to play Star Wars, that was fun. I also learned to love Beethoven, Bach, and many other classical composers.
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| About 6 months ago, my daughter added these letters to help her learn how to play. I think she's played it 2 times since adding these. |
I could see all the red blinking lights from the many camcorders recording what I was about to do. I sat at the piano waiting to disappear, wanting to become part of the ivory keys or the black seat - no such luck.
The spot light shines in my eyes - I'm up. It's my turn to dazzle the judges and wow the crowd. I'd worked hard (well, maybe not as hard as I should have) with my piano teacher - I was ready. I started playing the memorized piece of classical music. I continued to play for the next 2 hours (well maybe on 3 minutes) the same 2 lines of music over and over again until I could figure out a way to end the disaster.
My mind went completely blank, I forgot the music, forgot what I had practiced - well except for the first 2 lines! Gladly and quickly I end the snowballing mess. I stand, bow, and run off the stage. I'll bet you'd be surprised to learn that I didn't win Peach Queen, runner up, or any other title. I was fine with it, because it wasn't my thing any way.
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| Ivory and Ebony keys |
More time passes, maybe 8 years since I asked. In that time my mother passed about a year before and my dad was getting ready to marry in a few days. I walk by the piano in his living room and my Dad asks me if I'd like to take my piano home with me.
What? My piano? It's been 20 years since we've bought the piano, and my Dad tells me that he really got the piano because I begged so hard as a little girl. He adds, after all I was the only one to really play it,and it belongs to the one who played it. I'm so excited to finally get my piano home, I jump up and down while saying, "Of course".
I've now had the piano in my possession for 10 years. In those 10 years I can probably count on all of my fingers and toes combined how many times I've played it. Sad, but true. I even sanded and refinished the piano, except the legs- cause I wanted to change those out, but it hasn't happened. You can even see in the picture that I haven't stained the legs.
I sit and look at the potential of that piano, the great sounds it's capable of, and yet no one plays it. I'm in a place in my life where I don't desire to play the piano. I want to orchestrate great nature expeditions, not piano music. Having this great instrument is a blessing and a curse. I love the memory, the connection it brings to my mom, but it just sits and takes up space. Space that I'd like to see something else that we could use there. Something that fits into our decor that could house other musical writing material.
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| The foot pedals - I remember trying to reach these when I first started to play. I couldn't wait until one day I'd be using these in my songs. |
I called my sister, Beckee, who has 3 of her 4 children learning to play the piano on an old worn out, with 2 broken keys, piano. I ask her if she'd be interested in having the piano.Without hesitation, she says yes. Her children say yes.
They were feeling the same excited feeling I felt when we walked into the piano store. I'm sure they'll feel the same way I felt when they finally get to have the piano in their living room.
The piano is off to another life. To be cherished, loved, played, and received by other children. Music will resonate through the fine keys, strike the strings, and back out of the solid wood, creating tones of pleasure to the player, listeners, and piano.
I open my heart and send out to the universe the intent of finding and receiving the 'perfect' new piece of furniture that will house what it needs as well as turn into a beloved family item.
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| Roll-on little piano, play on |
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Visions Created.... Manifesting Material Money
In early January, I had to opportunity to attend a workshop by my life coach, Andrea Owen. This workshop was about creating the future you want using a Vision Board to help creat this future.
One of the key points in this workshop talked about the Law of Attraction. In a nutshell this is the idea that what we think, how we act, we manifest. If we have negative thoughts, negative things happen around us. If we have positive thoughts positive things happen around us, very similar to Karma.
I flipped through magazines looking for pictures that reflted images of what I wanted to 'attract' for this upcoming year. I then cut, positioned, and pasted those pics onto poster board.
It's been about 6 months since I've had the opportunity to do this. In that six months I've seen some manifestations start.
For starters: I've decided to start having a better relationship with my money. If I compare my finances to a garden, my finance garden has been overrun with obnoxious, non-native weeds. I pretty much left my little money plants to fend for themselves. This let the weeds start to take over. Soon the small weeds grew stronger, wrapped themselves around my money plants, surrounding, and chocking them out until one day the money plants disappeared underneath a thick patch of weeds.
When I finally had to (thanks to my husband) walk out to my money garden, I found that I couldn't find my little plants. I didn't evey know where they were, or if they still were still alive. Each time I'd attempt to check on my money garden, I'd start to get anxious. I'd start to have that anxiety feeling that makes your palms sweat, your stomach do flip-flops, your deodorant have to work extra hard (luckily I wear prescription strength). Slowly, ever so slowly I started to dig through the tangled mess of emotions I'd created around money.
I've come to realize that I assigned feelings to money. For example, if I had money, I was happy - if I didn't have money I was sad, nervous, with a scarcity feeling. Through some really focused work, I'm finally able to stop assigning my emotional feelings onto money.
Just like an overgrown garden (which requires some serious work), I've been busy. I've been metaphorically digging, weeding, watering, feeding, weeding, and more weeding through my emotions around money to slowly uncover a positive neutral relationship towards it.
In reality it's really rather silly. I was allowing a piece of paper, or small metal coin to predict my mood and responses to money. Money relationship is no different then the relationship you have with yourself, your partner, or friends - they all require loving attention. If I treated any of these relationships like I was treating my money, I'd end up be a self loathing, lonely, divorced, bitter woman.
I'm happy to report that I'm no richer then I was 6 months ago, but I'm able to 'romance' and have a positive relationship to money. This isn't something that is going to change overnight, but I'm loading up my toolbox with tools to help keep those sneaky weeds from popping up in my money garden.
One of the key points in this workshop talked about the Law of Attraction. In a nutshell this is the idea that what we think, how we act, we manifest. If we have negative thoughts, negative things happen around us. If we have positive thoughts positive things happen around us, very similar to Karma.
I flipped through magazines looking for pictures that reflted images of what I wanted to 'attract' for this upcoming year. I then cut, positioned, and pasted those pics onto poster board.
For starters: I've decided to start having a better relationship with my money. If I compare my finances to a garden, my finance garden has been overrun with obnoxious, non-native weeds. I pretty much left my little money plants to fend for themselves. This let the weeds start to take over. Soon the small weeds grew stronger, wrapped themselves around my money plants, surrounding, and chocking them out until one day the money plants disappeared underneath a thick patch of weeds.
When I finally had to (thanks to my husband) walk out to my money garden, I found that I couldn't find my little plants. I didn't evey know where they were, or if they still were still alive. Each time I'd attempt to check on my money garden, I'd start to get anxious. I'd start to have that anxiety feeling that makes your palms sweat, your stomach do flip-flops, your deodorant have to work extra hard (luckily I wear prescription strength). Slowly, ever so slowly I started to dig through the tangled mess of emotions I'd created around money.
I've come to realize that I assigned feelings to money. For example, if I had money, I was happy - if I didn't have money I was sad, nervous, with a scarcity feeling. Through some really focused work, I'm finally able to stop assigning my emotional feelings onto money.
Just like an overgrown garden (which requires some serious work), I've been busy. I've been metaphorically digging, weeding, watering, feeding, weeding, and more weeding through my emotions around money to slowly uncover a positive neutral relationship towards it.
In reality it's really rather silly. I was allowing a piece of paper, or small metal coin to predict my mood and responses to money. Money relationship is no different then the relationship you have with yourself, your partner, or friends - they all require loving attention. If I treated any of these relationships like I was treating my money, I'd end up be a self loathing, lonely, divorced, bitter woman.
I'm happy to report that I'm no richer then I was 6 months ago, but I'm able to 'romance' and have a positive relationship to money. This isn't something that is going to change overnight, but I'm loading up my toolbox with tools to help keep those sneaky weeds from popping up in my money garden.
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