There has been a shift in me since my Friday awakenings. The days have felt very different. I feel very different. I feel at ease.
I guess this is what life feels like when you believe in a God who believes in you and when you believe in the truth that our needs are always met; that we need nothing but our relationship with God; that the relationship IS the answer to all our fears, doubts and concerns.
It’s as if the tightness in my chest has lifted. The fatigue of spirit has drifted away. The timeline I’ve created to make changes in my professional life no longer feels like a ticking bomb. It all feels like an adventure, and is.
I’m more present and am not feeling so tortured by the present because I’ve changed on the inside, which I know is putting into motion changes on the outside. Wait and hope, right? Believing in my needs being met because they always have been, I’ve opened my Self up to multiple possibilities. I’m arranging meetings with people I don’t know, but whose ideas I am passionate about. I’m following up on creative thoughts and feelings. I’m seeing clearly how I am capable of being prosperous while living creatively—that it is no longer something that happens to “other” people. I’m now seeing how it can happen to me. I’m believing in me because I have the support of God.
Here is what has shifted in my mind since I’ve come to believe that God believes in me.
1). I’m no longer alone.
2). There is nothing to fear.
3). I don’t have to figure anything out—just need to act on creative thoughts, urges and desires. After that, wait and hope, then be inspired on what to do next.
4). The possibilities are endless.
It’s hard to explain in words this shift. I’m a bit befuddled as to how I didn’t get this before, but it makes total sense of my recent fear to take risks. When I was younger and had only myself to worry about, the fear didn’t exist. It wasn’t because I believed that God believed in me, it was more about me searching for a God, period. Through the search I came to have an unwavering belief in God, though I have continued to build a relationship based on proving God exists—hence the purpose of this blog. My thought was if I could document the changes that occurred in my life over this next year through a commitment to believing in God, then I would have the ultimate proof of God’s existence. Meaning, that this time, with this proof, well, then, God would feel and be more real than ever.
In just five weeks on this journey, I’ve realized this documentation isn’t to prove God’s existence, but to show the process of having a daily relationship with God and how it changes the course of life—allowing us to become that which we have always dreamed of. For a “real” relationship to exist both parties must give to each other and trust each other. I’ve continuously given time to God through my thoughts, prayers and words, to strengthen my belief. I thought by strengthening my belief I would be able to find God, touch God, feel God, as if God hasn’t always been here, with me.
What I’ve realized is I can continue to strengthen my belief in God all I want, but it will only fill half the void. God’s belief in me, and my knowing of that, is what’s required to fill the other half. Then, the relationship is whole. Then, I am a balanced human and spirit, walking this journey.
Quote of the day: “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” —Nelson Mandela; former President of South Africa
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Wait and Hope
Quote of the day: “All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.” —Alexandre Dumas; Writer
I wholeheartedly believe in today’s quote. If my life was a song, the statement “wait and hope” would be the chorus. Try singing it…wait and hope, bump bump bump, wait and hope, bump bump bump, wait and hope, bump bump bump bump…
I wait for the right time to act. I hope for the best to happen.
In continuing my study of the Illusion of Need, I experienced a bit of déjà vu. In understanding the illusion and realizing we have nothing to fear, we then have nothing to be afraid of. With nothing to be afraid of we become fearless. Then, everything becomes an adventure.
In that moment, I remembered journaling something about how life used to feel like an adventure to me. I flipped only a few pages back and there it was, written in my temperamental handwriting: Life IS an adventure!
When writing this I wasn’t consciously thinking about how all my needs are met and that there is nothing to fear. I was thinking more along the lines of me wanting to break free from the monotony of life, to take risks and let life show me what to do. I was needing change…spontaneity…excitement.
But what I see now is underneath my need for change was a yearning to live fearlessly and in confidence that all my needs will be met, regardless of the situation. This would be described by Neale Donald Walsch as using the illusion for its intended purpose to experience that which you truly are. And then, we are to become that which we have always dreamed of.
Imagine that. Becoming what you dream yourself to be?
The challenge always lies in not falling to the belief that the illusion is true: that all my needs will NOT be met; that I SHOULD be afraid.
I used to feel as if it was so risky and daring to trust in God, or the Universe, or whatever higher power there is, and that all my needs will be met. Now, I don’t see why they wouldn’t be met. I believe in God and I believe God believes in me. So, I should be all set, right?
Let’s wait and hope.
I wholeheartedly believe in today’s quote. If my life was a song, the statement “wait and hope” would be the chorus. Try singing it…wait and hope, bump bump bump, wait and hope, bump bump bump, wait and hope, bump bump bump bump…
I wait for the right time to act. I hope for the best to happen.
In continuing my study of the Illusion of Need, I experienced a bit of déjà vu. In understanding the illusion and realizing we have nothing to fear, we then have nothing to be afraid of. With nothing to be afraid of we become fearless. Then, everything becomes an adventure.
In that moment, I remembered journaling something about how life used to feel like an adventure to me. I flipped only a few pages back and there it was, written in my temperamental handwriting: Life IS an adventure!
When writing this I wasn’t consciously thinking about how all my needs are met and that there is nothing to fear. I was thinking more along the lines of me wanting to break free from the monotony of life, to take risks and let life show me what to do. I was needing change…spontaneity…excitement.
But what I see now is underneath my need for change was a yearning to live fearlessly and in confidence that all my needs will be met, regardless of the situation. This would be described by Neale Donald Walsch as using the illusion for its intended purpose to experience that which you truly are. And then, we are to become that which we have always dreamed of.
Imagine that. Becoming what you dream yourself to be?
The challenge always lies in not falling to the belief that the illusion is true: that all my needs will NOT be met; that I SHOULD be afraid.
I used to feel as if it was so risky and daring to trust in God, or the Universe, or whatever higher power there is, and that all my needs will be met. Now, I don’t see why they wouldn’t be met. I believe in God and I believe God believes in me. So, I should be all set, right?
Let’s wait and hope.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Freaky Friday
Quote of the day: "Most people believe in God, they just don't believe in a God who believes in them." - Neale Donald Walsch
Friday's day of rest was spectacular.
It started off with a sleep-in. T0 put it in the sweet words of my husband, who rises each morning by giving me a kiss, "I don't want to see you downstairs at 8 a.m."
I rose at 9 a.m. It's funny how our concept of "sleeping in" changes as we age. When we're teenagers, we can sleep until noon. When we're college students, we can sleep until 2 p.m. When we're young women, post-college, we can sleep until 10 a.m. Now, in my early thirties, sleeping until 9 a.m. feels like an eternity...and it felt great!
When I woke, I knew what I needed to do to start the day right, but there was an underlying anxiety riddling through me. There were a few work tasks demanding my attention, so I quickly grounded myself by settling into the present reality of me having free time and space. Basically, I talked myself through the anxiety, telling myself I had plenty of time to complete the tasks after I take some time to read, reflect and rejuvenate my spirit.
I guess the professional world would call this time management.
As I normally do, I turned to one of hte books on my coffee table that instantly speaks to my spirit. It's one of those books you can open to any page, paragraph, or sentence and find meaning to comtemplate. I always find it interesting to see what page I open to, as if there is a reason to opening that page in that particular moment. Yesterday's passage was poetically perfect.
It was all about the Illusion of Need. I've read this explanation numerous times, but it is saturated in layers of understanding, so you can read it over and over and still find new meaning. Well, yesterday's read proved to be quite fruitful. I understood the teaching with a new awareness in my mind, body and spirit.
To believe the Illusion of Need is true, we then live in a constant state of fear...fear that our needs won't be met. To see the illusion for what it is, an illusion, we can use it to understand and experience the truth that our needs are alwaysmet. Case in point, if I look back to how I came to be at this particular moment in time, I would see that my needs have always been met because I am here. I may not have experienced all that I wanted, but I always had all that I needed, for I am here.
Neale Donald Walsch talks about the Illusion of Need being the first and strongest of illusions. It is the base of which all other illusions are created. To see the illusion for what it is and to be able to use it to experience that which you are is the Garden of Eden, for there is no fear, but a rooted trust in knowing that all will be taken care of.
The second area of understanding that rocked my world yesterday was the quote of the day, "Most people believe in God, they just don't believe in a God who believes in them." I felt a shift in my body after I read this. There was a feeling of deep understanding.
I realized this entire faith walk, which has been about documenting how my life changes this year through a commitment to God (faith) and destiny, is not fully what I am doing. I've always had faith. I've always trusted in a higher presence and lived my life accordingly. My faith has been tested at times, but it always remains. What I haven't done is lived my life with the belief that God believes in me. This is where the blog is taking my faith to a new level. To believe this...to know what this validation and support feels like is undoubtedly the most transformational knowing of all.
It removes the fear of your needs not being met, plus it removes the wanting of approval from others...parents, lovers, friends, colleagues, etc. Believing that God believes in you and will support your dreams, well, that's the pinnacle of support--the alpha--the omega.
Who needs a loan from the Bank of America when hyouc an borrow from the Bank of God?
Needless to say, it was a valuable rest day. Insights were had and th epath continues to shape its course. It's been quite the adventure so far.
To be continued...
Quote of the day: "Most people believe in God, they just don't believe in a God who believes in them." - Neale Donald Walsch
Friday's day of rest was spectacular.
It started off with a sleep-in. T0 put it in the sweet words of my husband, who rises each morning by giving me a kiss, "I don't want to see you downstairs at 8 a.m."
I rose at 9 a.m. It's funny how our concept of "sleeping in" changes as we age. When we're teenagers, we can sleep until noon. When we're college students, we can sleep until 2 p.m. When we're young women, post-college, we can sleep until 10 a.m. Now, in my early thirties, sleeping until 9 a.m. feels like an eternity...and it felt great!
When I woke, I knew what I needed to do to start the day right, but there was an underlying anxiety riddling through me. There were a few work tasks demanding my attention, so I quickly grounded myself by settling into the present reality of me having free time and space. Basically, I talked myself through the anxiety, telling myself I had plenty of time to complete the tasks after I take some time to read, reflect and rejuvenate my spirit.
I guess the professional world would call this time management.
As I normally do, I turned to one of hte books on my coffee table that instantly speaks to my spirit. It's one of those books you can open to any page, paragraph, or sentence and find meaning to comtemplate. I always find it interesting to see what page I open to, as if there is a reason to opening that page in that particular moment. Yesterday's passage was poetically perfect.
It was all about the Illusion of Need. I've read this explanation numerous times, but it is saturated in layers of understanding, so you can read it over and over and still find new meaning. Well, yesterday's read proved to be quite fruitful. I understood the teaching with a new awareness in my mind, body and spirit.
To believe the Illusion of Need is true, we then live in a constant state of fear...fear that our needs won't be met. To see the illusion for what it is, an illusion, we can use it to understand and experience the truth that our needs are alwaysmet. Case in point, if I look back to how I came to be at this particular moment in time, I would see that my needs have always been met because I am here. I may not have experienced all that I wanted, but I always had all that I needed, for I am here.
Neale Donald Walsch talks about the Illusion of Need being the first and strongest of illusions. It is the base of which all other illusions are created. To see the illusion for what it is and to be able to use it to experience that which you are is the Garden of Eden, for there is no fear, but a rooted trust in knowing that all will be taken care of.
The second area of understanding that rocked my world yesterday was the quote of the day, "Most people believe in God, they just don't believe in a God who believes in them." I felt a shift in my body after I read this. There was a feeling of deep understanding.
I realized this entire faith walk, which has been about documenting how my life changes this year through a commitment to God (faith) and destiny, is not fully what I am doing. I've always had faith. I've always trusted in a higher presence and lived my life accordingly. My faith has been tested at times, but it always remains. What I haven't done is lived my life with the belief that God believes in me. This is where the blog is taking my faith to a new level. To believe this...to know what this validation and support feels like is undoubtedly the most transformational knowing of all.
It removes the fear of your needs not being met, plus it removes the wanting of approval from others...parents, lovers, friends, colleagues, etc. Believing that God believes in you and will support your dreams, well, that's the pinnacle of support--the alpha--the omega.
Who needs a loan from the Bank of America when hyouc an borrow from the Bank of God?
Needless to say, it was a valuable rest day. Insights were had and th epath continues to shape its course. It's been quite the adventure so far.
To be continued...
Quote of the day: "Most people believe in God, they just don't believe in a God who believes in them." - Neale Donald Walsch
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Catch Me if You Can
Quote of the day: “Don't be afraid to be amazing.” —Andy Offutt Irwin; storyteller, singer-songwriter
It’s amazing what an evening of resting can do for the spirit. After living through yesterday’s vat of fatigue, I am aware now more than ever how important it is to not act on anything I am thinking and feeling when I feel that way, and to relax in the knowing this too shall pass.
Feeling fatigue in spirit almost feels like the flu, but worse because unlike with the flu, there is a fear it won’t go away. Sure, when you’re sick with the flu it feels like it’s lasting forever, but you know there is an end in sight. When you’re sick with a fatigued spirit, it’s difficult to trust in the hope of there being brighter, more energetic and inspired days ahead. The dark, soul-sucking vat the fatigue places you in feels timeless.
Today, in less than 24 hours, I’ve made my way out of the vat. My spirit is much more awake and I’m feeling hopeful. Yesterday, by 5:30 p.m., I was ready to walk away from it all—the job, the belief in being able to create something for myself, the hope of living my dreams. This morning, when the clock turned to work wake-up time, I felt the dread I normally feel on week days, but that was it. There was no vacuum; no black hole harboring my spirit like the day before. I was free.
You know that feeling when you wipe clean the windshield of a dirty car, or when you clean the bathroom mirror…that feeling of Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh yes, this is how I felt when I woke up.
In taking advantage of my being present, I walked into my boss’ office this morning and asked if it would be OK if I took a vacation day tomorrow. She confirmed it would be fine.
And just like that, I’ve created some breathing space for my Self.
We do NOT have to fear our unique ability to be amazing. We can have it all, little by little, if we believe and trust in the hope of the dream. When we’re tired, it doesn’t mean we can’t do it all. It doesn’t mean we have to walk away from a vision. It simply means to do nothing for a moment and rest.
These moments of fatigue used to discourage me from giving all my dreams hope. I would assign inaccurate beliefs to the experience, such as: Your dreams are unrealistic. See, you can’t do it all; have it all. Your expectations are too high. Stop shooting for the stars and face reality.
Coming full circle to a philosophy I blogged about from Neale Donald Walsch, which states how we give meaning to everything and anything that happens in our lives—that there is no other meaning than the meaning we assign to it. I would allow the fatigue to assign self-defeating meanings to my life. I’m no longer doing that.
The only meaning I can give to what I felt yesterday was that it meant I needed to rest. And today, I’m shooting for the stars.
It’s amazing what an evening of resting can do for the spirit. After living through yesterday’s vat of fatigue, I am aware now more than ever how important it is to not act on anything I am thinking and feeling when I feel that way, and to relax in the knowing this too shall pass.
Feeling fatigue in spirit almost feels like the flu, but worse because unlike with the flu, there is a fear it won’t go away. Sure, when you’re sick with the flu it feels like it’s lasting forever, but you know there is an end in sight. When you’re sick with a fatigued spirit, it’s difficult to trust in the hope of there being brighter, more energetic and inspired days ahead. The dark, soul-sucking vat the fatigue places you in feels timeless.
Today, in less than 24 hours, I’ve made my way out of the vat. My spirit is much more awake and I’m feeling hopeful. Yesterday, by 5:30 p.m., I was ready to walk away from it all—the job, the belief in being able to create something for myself, the hope of living my dreams. This morning, when the clock turned to work wake-up time, I felt the dread I normally feel on week days, but that was it. There was no vacuum; no black hole harboring my spirit like the day before. I was free.
You know that feeling when you wipe clean the windshield of a dirty car, or when you clean the bathroom mirror…that feeling of Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh yes, this is how I felt when I woke up.
In taking advantage of my being present, I walked into my boss’ office this morning and asked if it would be OK if I took a vacation day tomorrow. She confirmed it would be fine.
And just like that, I’ve created some breathing space for my Self.
We do NOT have to fear our unique ability to be amazing. We can have it all, little by little, if we believe and trust in the hope of the dream. When we’re tired, it doesn’t mean we can’t do it all. It doesn’t mean we have to walk away from a vision. It simply means to do nothing for a moment and rest.
These moments of fatigue used to discourage me from giving all my dreams hope. I would assign inaccurate beliefs to the experience, such as: Your dreams are unrealistic. See, you can’t do it all; have it all. Your expectations are too high. Stop shooting for the stars and face reality.
Coming full circle to a philosophy I blogged about from Neale Donald Walsch, which states how we give meaning to everything and anything that happens in our lives—that there is no other meaning than the meaning we assign to it. I would allow the fatigue to assign self-defeating meanings to my life. I’m no longer doing that.
The only meaning I can give to what I felt yesterday was that it meant I needed to rest. And today, I’m shooting for the stars.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Going Through the Motions
Quote of the day: "Fatigue is the best pillow." – Benjamin Franklin
I’ve been stewing over what to write about today in my blog entry. Normally I am able to tap into my voice in the late morning, before I head out on lunch. On this particular morning, the juices were not flowing. Actually, I don’t think I was even breathing until after noon.
Yesterday, I came into work well before my normal arrival time in order to leave early for a dance and drum performance at a college. The show went great, though we didn’t pull into our driveway until almost 10 p.m. It all made for a very long day.
This morning, I woke up completely and utterly fatigued. I commented to my husband, who was as chipper as always in the early morning hours, that I really wasn’t awake–to not be fooled by my showered, vertical appearance because I was actually sleepwalking.
I’ve already commented some about living on auto-pilot, but man-o-man, it’s amazing how the body can survive on its own, going through the motions it knows it needs to do, without the spirit being awake.
The fatigue I feel today isn’t physical. It rarely is. In fact, the only remedy I could find to my waking daze, besides taking the afternoon off and sitting in my writing room to reconnect (which wasn’t an option), was to jog for a few minutes, then do repeated sequences of downward dog into a push-up position, then some core/ab work, and then lay flat on my back in corpse position in the women’s locker room in meditation.
The active breathing and engagement with my physical self helped to sweat off the haze I found myself in and now I am able to put together a sentence, slightly. I “feel” more of my Self now, but I’m not fully present. Definitely not.
Being on this journey requires me to share all of the experience; not just the inspired, feel-good moments. In commitment to faith, it is precisely in these moments of fatigue that we must hold onto those of exuberance.
My spirit gets tired when I don’t give it time to rest. The running from one thing to the next, to the next, to the next, may be fine for some people, but not this chica. If there is one thing that I’ve become absolutely certain about myself over the past few months is that I absolutely, positively, need downtime…the type of downtime that is quiet, soft, still and in spirit.
I don’t have the slightest clue on how to get the downtime I need, though I know “I” need it like my body needs water. I trust that this knowing will help me to create the breathing space I desire.
I’ve been stewing over what to write about today in my blog entry. Normally I am able to tap into my voice in the late morning, before I head out on lunch. On this particular morning, the juices were not flowing. Actually, I don’t think I was even breathing until after noon.
Yesterday, I came into work well before my normal arrival time in order to leave early for a dance and drum performance at a college. The show went great, though we didn’t pull into our driveway until almost 10 p.m. It all made for a very long day.
This morning, I woke up completely and utterly fatigued. I commented to my husband, who was as chipper as always in the early morning hours, that I really wasn’t awake–to not be fooled by my showered, vertical appearance because I was actually sleepwalking.
I’ve already commented some about living on auto-pilot, but man-o-man, it’s amazing how the body can survive on its own, going through the motions it knows it needs to do, without the spirit being awake.
The fatigue I feel today isn’t physical. It rarely is. In fact, the only remedy I could find to my waking daze, besides taking the afternoon off and sitting in my writing room to reconnect (which wasn’t an option), was to jog for a few minutes, then do repeated sequences of downward dog into a push-up position, then some core/ab work, and then lay flat on my back in corpse position in the women’s locker room in meditation.
The active breathing and engagement with my physical self helped to sweat off the haze I found myself in and now I am able to put together a sentence, slightly. I “feel” more of my Self now, but I’m not fully present. Definitely not.
Being on this journey requires me to share all of the experience; not just the inspired, feel-good moments. In commitment to faith, it is precisely in these moments of fatigue that we must hold onto those of exuberance.
My spirit gets tired when I don’t give it time to rest. The running from one thing to the next, to the next, to the next, may be fine for some people, but not this chica. If there is one thing that I’ve become absolutely certain about myself over the past few months is that I absolutely, positively, need downtime…the type of downtime that is quiet, soft, still and in spirit.
I don’t have the slightest clue on how to get the downtime I need, though I know “I” need it like my body needs water. I trust that this knowing will help me to create the breathing space I desire.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
It All Comes Back Around
Hope just emerged in my life where I was defeated.
Remember a few weeks back I had an interview for another position within the university? Well, I quickly assumed I wasn’t a candidate in the running because I never heard back for a second interview. Turns out I was a candidate who was strongly considered, although I still wasn’t offered the position. I know this because the person in charge called me yesterday to explain they offered the position only a few days ago to someone else after a long, contemplative couple of weeks. She continued to express how impressed she was with me and that she would be happy to assist me in finding another position within the university that would better utilize me and my skills set.
Wow, how about that?
In today’s job market, where employers have one of the largest pools of candidates to choose from, you rarely hear of personal follow-up calls to interviewees to let them know they didn’t get the job, let alone a call offering to help the person find another position. I was unbelievably surprised and grateful. What a gift!
This is a perfect example of feeling defeated only to not being defeated at all, hence the title of my blog entry on January 12 when I processed my disappointment, “The Joy in Losing.” What I discovered from writing the blog was that it was the “competitive” part of me who felt disappointed in not being chosen, or in “losing,” not the real me. This interview was actually the first time in my life when I interviewed fully as me. What I mean by that is I didn’t curb my answers to the panel’s questions to give them what they wanted to hear. If you’ve ever interviewed for a job, you know what I mean by that. Not that I gave outrageous answers or anything, it’s just that I remained centered in who I am and answered accordingly. I never wavered, even when I felt tempted to say what should be said, regardless of what I believed, in effort to WIN.
That good ‘ole phrase, “I guess it wasn’t mean to be,” proved to be true. It wasn’t mean to be that, but it’s meant to be something else.
Even though I walked away that afternoon feeling good, internally, about how I presented myself, it’s hard to express in words how good it also feels to receive the external validation. It wasn’t needed, but it sure feels good.
On January 12, when I wrote my blog entry, I honestly believed I had found the joy in losing. It’s my quest each and every day to find the joy and I had done so on that day. Today, I find it so beautifully ironic how the joy that day has come full circle and continues to give me hope for a better tomorrow.
Quote of the day: “Hope is always available to us. When we feel defeated, we need only take a deep breath and say, "Yes," and hope will reappear.” —Monroe Forester
Remember a few weeks back I had an interview for another position within the university? Well, I quickly assumed I wasn’t a candidate in the running because I never heard back for a second interview. Turns out I was a candidate who was strongly considered, although I still wasn’t offered the position. I know this because the person in charge called me yesterday to explain they offered the position only a few days ago to someone else after a long, contemplative couple of weeks. She continued to express how impressed she was with me and that she would be happy to assist me in finding another position within the university that would better utilize me and my skills set.
Wow, how about that?
In today’s job market, where employers have one of the largest pools of candidates to choose from, you rarely hear of personal follow-up calls to interviewees to let them know they didn’t get the job, let alone a call offering to help the person find another position. I was unbelievably surprised and grateful. What a gift!
This is a perfect example of feeling defeated only to not being defeated at all, hence the title of my blog entry on January 12 when I processed my disappointment, “The Joy in Losing.” What I discovered from writing the blog was that it was the “competitive” part of me who felt disappointed in not being chosen, or in “losing,” not the real me. This interview was actually the first time in my life when I interviewed fully as me. What I mean by that is I didn’t curb my answers to the panel’s questions to give them what they wanted to hear. If you’ve ever interviewed for a job, you know what I mean by that. Not that I gave outrageous answers or anything, it’s just that I remained centered in who I am and answered accordingly. I never wavered, even when I felt tempted to say what should be said, regardless of what I believed, in effort to WIN.
That good ‘ole phrase, “I guess it wasn’t mean to be,” proved to be true. It wasn’t mean to be that, but it’s meant to be something else.
Even though I walked away that afternoon feeling good, internally, about how I presented myself, it’s hard to express in words how good it also feels to receive the external validation. It wasn’t needed, but it sure feels good.
On January 12, when I wrote my blog entry, I honestly believed I had found the joy in losing. It’s my quest each and every day to find the joy and I had done so on that day. Today, I find it so beautifully ironic how the joy that day has come full circle and continues to give me hope for a better tomorrow.
Quote of the day: “Hope is always available to us. When we feel defeated, we need only take a deep breath and say, "Yes," and hope will reappear.” —Monroe Forester
Monday, February 1, 2010
One Down and 11 More to Go
Quote of the day: "Discover your own discontent, and be grateful, for without divine discontent there would be no creative force." - Deepak Chopra
In taking a moment to reflect, I’ve completed a month on this blogging journey of faith and destiny. While it may not look like a lot has changed in my life on the outside over the past four weeks due to a commitment to living faithfully, and with joy, there have been significant changes on the inside.
For starters, this voice of hope, joy, passion and purpose is no longer a distant noise in the dark corner of my Self that comes alive in moments of retreat and silence. The daily check-ins of mindful communication with my Self and putting it down in words has given it more breath, strength and life. A shift in position is occurring. The voice of fear, lack and need isn’t commanding the attention it once had. It is now becoming the distant noise…the after-thought.
Over the past 27 blog entries, I’ve begun to discover the source of my discontent, which time and time again points to a wanting or a needing…that I need something out there, anything, to fill me up, to satisfy this need of more…more passion, purpose, love and joy. The discontentment feels like an insatiable hunger.
Deepak Chopra speaks to this discovery of discontent and finds value in the quest, “for without divine discontent there would be no creative force.” As his words of wisdom so often ring true for my spirit, I have felt and acted on a number of creative surges in January, all of which occurred from the inside out.
This is what I find to be so fascinating about the discovery process…It’s been purely in the act of discussing the daily conversations, conflicts and confusions within my Self that I’ve been able to bring to light the source of my discontent, to put it out there, which has in turn reduced its hold on me.
It’s amazing how the process of becoming emotionally and spiritually fit compares to becoming physically fit. In giving attention to the disciplines each day, we become more of want we dream to be. Without the attention, they remain a dream.
In just four short weeks I’ve changed the outside of my life from:
1. Dreaming about writing to writing every day.
2. Wishing for a stronger lower-back and core region to prevent further and future injury to doing 10 minutes of core work each day, which have already made a noticeable difference in regards to pain—not to mention my clothes fit even better and I overall feel stronger.
It may not seem significant, but these two changes are huge for me. They are tangible actions of change. They are the result of a commitment to find joy in each day and I’m so thankful already.
I can only wonder what this next month will bring...and so the journey continues.
In taking a moment to reflect, I’ve completed a month on this blogging journey of faith and destiny. While it may not look like a lot has changed in my life on the outside over the past four weeks due to a commitment to living faithfully, and with joy, there have been significant changes on the inside.
For starters, this voice of hope, joy, passion and purpose is no longer a distant noise in the dark corner of my Self that comes alive in moments of retreat and silence. The daily check-ins of mindful communication with my Self and putting it down in words has given it more breath, strength and life. A shift in position is occurring. The voice of fear, lack and need isn’t commanding the attention it once had. It is now becoming the distant noise…the after-thought.
Over the past 27 blog entries, I’ve begun to discover the source of my discontent, which time and time again points to a wanting or a needing…that I need something out there, anything, to fill me up, to satisfy this need of more…more passion, purpose, love and joy. The discontentment feels like an insatiable hunger.
Deepak Chopra speaks to this discovery of discontent and finds value in the quest, “for without divine discontent there would be no creative force.” As his words of wisdom so often ring true for my spirit, I have felt and acted on a number of creative surges in January, all of which occurred from the inside out.
This is what I find to be so fascinating about the discovery process…It’s been purely in the act of discussing the daily conversations, conflicts and confusions within my Self that I’ve been able to bring to light the source of my discontent, to put it out there, which has in turn reduced its hold on me.
It’s amazing how the process of becoming emotionally and spiritually fit compares to becoming physically fit. In giving attention to the disciplines each day, we become more of want we dream to be. Without the attention, they remain a dream.
In just four short weeks I’ve changed the outside of my life from:
1. Dreaming about writing to writing every day.
2. Wishing for a stronger lower-back and core region to prevent further and future injury to doing 10 minutes of core work each day, which have already made a noticeable difference in regards to pain—not to mention my clothes fit even better and I overall feel stronger.
It may not seem significant, but these two changes are huge for me. They are tangible actions of change. They are the result of a commitment to find joy in each day and I’m so thankful already.
I can only wonder what this next month will bring...and so the journey continues.
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