The Private secret as Told by the Sea

This morning the sun beckoned me onto the beach early in the day. How several from yesterday! Yesterday I wore a goose down jacket and hooded fake fur jacekt, a ski hat, and winter gloves and walked uphill into a 30 mile an hour wind. Still, I was cold. The sea tossed and contorted before it threw itself across the beach in foaming wave after foaming wave.

This morning the wind had abated and the sea, though detonating into big combers and dashing up onto the beach in breaths of foam was more quieter. And improbably beautiful. As my on-going search for beach glass continued, I stopped-up sporadically just to savor the constant, but always several and ever-changing, beauty of "my" beach.

I've been perusal and reseacrching The Private secret for over a decade; this morning the sea discovered more. I remember listening to Ibrahim counseling to go "pet your cat." I grin because for me, walking the beach is a cat caressing session. I feel wholly relaxed here, continually in awe of the ever-changing constantness of the sea and the beach, immersed in its beauty, and open to an enlarged understanding.

My walks by the sea disapate my cares and worries as if they get blown away by the breeze. In their place a peacefulness settles in my being. My chequebook now is even as a bit more anemic than it was yesterday, yet I am so more less anxious and clutching just about it. Like the sea, it is waht it is; it will change. I mused this morning just about how several the ocean was now compared to yesterday, a certain lesson in how the illusions of now bear no relationship to the illusions of tomorrow -- a TUT message of a few weeks back.

I don't ask the ocean to be now the way it was yesterday or last week. I ne'er think just about how it will look tomorrow. I just accept that it will be there tomorrow and I will go out to meet it; I will enjoy it profoundly. No matter how it appears, I'll just love it. What a lesson for my life! I'll just love it no matter how it appears. Would-be that I were so casual and trusting just about the flow of cash in my billfold as I am just about the flow of waves across the beach.

How cool that the Universe conspired to bring me here! To this beautiful place of beach lessons and insights. Once I am that easy just about the flow of cash in my wallet, it will flow! It is flowing now! You see, in my early days, the lack of flow was acute. As a child, I was traumatized by the money scarceness in my life. Slowly, with the help of galore good people, and now the sea, I am reclaiming my birthright to abundance.

This morning, I watched the gull gathering on the beach as I, an interloper in their world, approached and detected that they just graciously flew away, ignoring me. What a great thing to emulate; once the lack throughts intrude in my mind, I can give them wings and just let them graciously fly above me.

I have found a number of blue beach glass pieces this week. They delight me because there are fewer of them than the clean and brown pieces. A week or so ago, I'd thought, "I'd actually like a red piece," ne'er having found one in my time here. Once in a piece I've thought, "A red piece would-be be fun" but without any great intensity that I get a red piece. It would-be be just fun to have one. I have it! Yesterday, I found a absolutely round, fat, red piece of beach glass.

Now, I understand the step of detachment better. A good big fat million would-be be good to have but I'm just going to walk on knowing that I'll be delighted by what I see, hear, and feel as I go. For me, the block to my abundance has been the early trauma and the resistance that set up. Now, I cognize it's just finding a red piece.

Do I cognize that my red piece was a production of my thought and energy? Yes! Do I cognize that the message I detected on my tape just about not expecting keep for my dreams from folk who have given up theirs was absolutely regular for me? Yes! Do I cognize that all is well? Yes!

If I should forget again, I'll just return to the beach.

More Beach Glass Musings

Several weeks ago, my TUT message (www.tut.com) of the day read: "The illusions that surround you today, Rita, have absolutely no relation to the illusions that will surround you tomorrow." The statement resonated; I written it out in large words. It has been announce on my wall ever since.

It arrived at a time once I was brooding the reality that EVERYTHING that we experience is only full-fledged because of the way we see it. It is our observation that calls an experience into "reality." Pure quantum physics. Wholly top down from everything I was instructed as a kid.

Yesterday piece enjoying my beach walk, it occurred to me that every time I walk "my" stretch of beach, it is different. In the twenty-fours or so between walks, the tide has move and gone twice. Beach glass that yesterday may have been buried under sand is now exposed for me to find and drop into my pocket. Another pieces, not found, may have been adopted by the tide and carried to another place, or possibly they are still whirling below the waves.

In my mind's eye, I can image the beach. It's not actually the beach; it's my image of the beach, the way I see it. I understand more deeply my production of my reality. Each day it's a several beach. It just appears to the the same, until I look closely.

My experience dictates that I keep the changes inside a narrow range. I don't see the water as red -- I see it only inside the realms of the way I've seen this particular beach and another beaches in the past. I am reminded of the story of the natives who could not see Magellan's ships because they had no previous experience of ships; it took them erstwhile and the chief physically visiting the ships before they could perceive those ships, bigger than any they had ever seen, but impossible to see at first.

It would-be be a bit too upsetting if I could see the water as red.

It's a several illusion every day. Can I let go of the pre-experienced days of my life, all those days that are the production of my history? Can I let go of yesterday's illusion and let the beauty of today's beach arise in my awareness? If I want my life to be different, can I let go of yesterday's illusion? Can I let go and exult in the I create today?

Beach Glass and Beginner’s Mind

Last week as I walked White Horse Beach, I met an older man walking in the opposite direction. He asked, “What are you picking up?” “Beach glass,” I grinned as I flustered my treasures in my pocket. Recently arrived in the area, I was a collection newcomer and delighting in all the beach glass I was finding amidst the thousands of smooth, beautiful rocks of Parent Nature’s gigantic, melodic polisher.

The Irish brogan with which he spoke was about as swimmingly polished as the rocks at our feet; only a hint of its innovational form remained. He abreast of me that he’d had a home on this beach for years and went on to say that finding beach glass now was nothing like it had been years ago. “There used to be so more of it and in so galore marvelous colors.” He showed me the two small pieces he’d picked up that afternoon. I extended my hand wherever at least twenty pieces glistened in the sun.

Shortly afterward, we compound and I continuing my walk, now musing on our conversation. Aha! A lesson in the utility of a fresh start, of being in the state of beginner’s mind. I, not contaminated by previous experience or expectations, was finding many, galore pieces of beach glass. Every time I return home, I have a big handful of beach glass. My gentleman approached his beach glass search from the mentality of comparison, not expecting to find more glass. And he didn’t. Wow! What a lesson in the power of expectations and the s of approaching everything with a fresh start attitude.

I spent the last week, celebrating my Sixty-fifth birthday, a significant birthday in our communal experience. I have ne'er been 65 before. What a grand chance to declare a fresh start. Circumstances are so right. I’m in a new home wherever I listen to the sound of the surf as I fall asleep and beside which I walk every day. The beach reminds me that a fresh start exists in every moment. Here for a month now, the beach is always different, waves higher or lower, water color tinted a several shade of blue, green, or gray, tide rising or falling, surf sounds a quiet thump or a brilliant roar.

I have distinct to pretend that ever day is the 1st day of my life. The red-wing blackbirds singing in my other’s tree plumbed exceptionally delightful. I stopped-up to appreciate and admire the dripping icicles wetly shimmering in the early morning sunshine on her rosebush. I savored the feel of March sunshine on my back as I walked up the hill and the push of an aggressive wind that shoved me on the beach this afternoon. I am noticing more now that I get multiple fresh starts every day.

I am besides free from the Lyme illness caught on my Geographic area Trail solo through-hike in 2000 and the agonizing pain of trigeminal nerve neuralgy that I suffered for so long. For the 1st time in years I am confident that my body will collaborate with my yearning to hike, bike, swim, and run. I feel the excitement that I felt 30 or more years ago once I began my life as an athlete. It’s all brand new again; once more I explore the delights of my activities without preconception of how I “should be” performing. My yoga practice is so helpful in my ability to stay mindful, in the moment, and conscious of each moment even as each breath, as a fresh start. I love the recently returned strength and grace of my body.

I am doing an inventory; what ideas, thoughts, beliefs, and feelings have generated the results or experiences I want? What, in my new life, do I want to spend my time, energy, thoughts, and money on? How can I spend more time with my beautiful GRANDdaughters whose really being exudes fresh start? Fresh start is contagious; how do I spend more time with friends of any age from whom I can catch more of it? Wherever to put the post-its in my home and calendar to create a visual reminder that I am brand-new in this life, every moment is a fresh start?

When I forget to have beginner’s mind and become aware that I need a new fresh start, I have just the anthem. As I came down the stairs this morning, shortly after my morning ritual of standing at the window and breathing in the ocean, I found myself singing, “I’ll pick myself up, brush myself off, and start all over again.”

The Law of Attrs Rocks

I'm in the process of moving; I put up a craigslist ad for several freebies. Dan answered and came to pick them up this morning. Not surprisingly, we were like-minded in terms of prosperity and success. In the course of our conversation, Dan mentioned that as a kid his father had told him that "money burned a hole in his pocket."

I had an instant flash of recognition. That was one of the things that my family told me, too! In all the years I've invested with in acquiring free of the "stuff' just about money and becoming conscious of the negative messages I had gotten just about money and wealth, I had never dredged up this particular one!

What a delicious collection of synchronicities. It is amusing me greatly to reflect on how I became conscious of one more piece. It is besides delighting me that the emotional charge that has been there is gone. No discomfort was associated with the recollection, just an "Oh, isn't that interesting! I detected that, too. And it has no power over me now."

Poof! Gone! Bye Bye Struggle!

A Dose of Laughter for a Snow Day in the Northeast

My cousin, Anita, sent this to me. After I stopped-up laughing, I distinct to post it for all to see. I will I could credit the creative mind that put this together, but I don't cognize who it is.

Watch for these mergers in 2007:

1. Hale Business Systems, Mary Kay Cosmetics, Fuller Brush, and W.

R. Grace Co. will merge and become: Hale, Mary, Fuller, Grace.

2. Polygram Records, Warner Bros., and Zesta Balmy join forces

and become: Poly, Warner Cracker.

3. 3M will merge with Artificer and and become: MMMGood.

4. Zippo Manufacturing, Audi Motors, Dofasco, and Dakota Mining

will merge and become: ZipAudiDoDa.

5. FedEx is expected to join its major competitor, UPS, and become:
FedUP.

6. Fairchild Physics and Honeywell Computers will become:
Fairwell Honeychild.

7. Grey Poupon and Stevedore Pants are expected to become: Poupon

Pants.

8. Knotts Berry Farm and the National Organization of Women will
become: Knott NOW!

And finally:

9. Victoria 's Private secret and Smith & Wesson will merge under the new
name: Breast Titty Bang Bang.

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I wonder if this was created by person at a Bored Meeting.

Thoughts just about Meditation

Are you a meditator? Or a being resisting meditation? I've been both. It was a long time ago that I 1st knowing just about transcendental meditation and several of the benefits that regular meditators experienced. I wasn't available to embrace a regular practice, except I recognized that my daily run was a mediation of physical expression. I besides recognized that I admired being a actually physical animal, that my physical hardiness was an expression of my essence.

Fast forward galore years and now my ability to express that essence through physical work was curtailed by the Lyme illness that I brought back from the Geographic area Trail. Slowly, I have been reclaiming my joyous existence as a healthy physical being. Until really recently, I continuing to resist regular meditation, my busy mind doesn't like me to turn it off. Yeah! Isn't that the point of meditation?

As a writer and speaker, I love words and throught my learning just about quantum physics have begun to be more and more aware of the energy vibrations of our words and the power they have in the production of our lives.The word "meditation" doesn't resonate -- for me -- with blessings and joy. It comes dressed in the energy of plodding and discipline, on the lines of "You must sit and write the correct orthography 100 times."

Recently, I've found a wording that works more better for me. What I used to think of as meditation is now "Plug in Time." That's not a terribly elegant phrase but it works for me. I am now taking at least 20 minutes in the morning to "Plug in" to the radio station I have long termed WJOY. I dial in to the program "health, wealth, and happiness." That is who I am and what I choose to experience.

For me, plugging in is a lot more fun than meditating as I gleefully tune in to the vibrations of health, wealth, and happiness. Wish you the same.

New Year's Evolutions

Wow! Here we are in mid-January and I've been a nonchurchgoing blogger. Among my another Christmas gifts, Santa left me a bit of flu. I've been in really close contact with my couch over the past few weeks. As "they" say, "Life is what happens piece you're devising another plans."

So, did your plans for 2007 include the perennial favorite -- losing weight and acquiring fit? If so, I'd like to recommend that you scurry on over to www.winthefitnessgame.com -- once you've finished this article, of course.

I was the guest speaker on the www.circleofabundance.com teleconferencing last evening. That experience inspires me to add to that speech just about winning the fitness game.

The statistics just about the number of folk who've already born their solution ball by mid-January sadden me. I cognize how really dearly folk want to be fit. I think that one of the reasons is that the resolutions we set are too demanding. We take too big a bite of the weight loss/fitness pie devising the effort way too strenuous to maintain. It's like person who is cardiopulmonary exercise at a 10 minute pace suddenly deciding to run a 5 minute mile. Their systems just aren't available for that pace. That's why I reccomend New Year's Evolutions.

Make it easy on you -- take the easy way out of being overweight and unfit. The Resolution/Evolution time is a hare/tortoise situtation. Going out too fast and too hard leads to an early drop-out. Go for the turtle approach!

The thoughts we think and the ideas we have just about our bodies are a great place to create an evolution. Last evening, I recommended that peoples love their bodies, appreciate all the fantastic things that our bodies do every day, 24/7 without our even as having to pay attention. Our bodies are miraculous!

If you live in the United States and are at least age 3, you've probably absorbed several actually eccentric messages just about your body -- mostly just about it's inadequacies and short-comings. That means you've incorporated those negative thoughts and ideas, probably without even as being conscious of them. In order to disempower the uncounscious, we need to become conscious. But that's actually quite okay. As far as I can see, what this life is just about is becoming more conscious!

Play with this. Take several deep breaths, relax, then take paper and pen. Write down all the comments you detected just about your body once you were a little kid, several positive and negative. Hopefully, you've got lots of positive comments. If not, do a conscious decision just about which ones serve your goals and health and which do not.

Physically destroy the ones you no longer want to hold by tearing them up and trashing them, burning them or burial them. Imagine as you destroy them that the energy embodied by those thoughts is being transmuted by a beautiful white light, changed into loving, helpful energy that you are cathartic into the universe.

Repeat the thoughts you like often and often until they are wholly at home in your body/mind/heart, especially your heart. Until they are your underlying beliefs, put them on Post-its, and stick them all over your earth so you see them often. Write them in a journal, in your day book. Do any you can to remember the good beliefs you are building, one thought at a time.

Those beliefs will power your behaviors, devising it easier and easier to evolve into the fit, healthy person that you are!