When Lily was a very little girl – maybe 2, she had a book about a baby bird who falls out of its nest and spends the book going around to different animals asking: “Are you my mother?” She asks, in turn, a cow, a cat, a goat, and a pig, all animals that toddlers love to imitate – moo, woof, cock a doodle doo, oink – “Are you my mother?” And one after the other, each tells the baby bird that their baby is a calf, a puppy, a chick, a piget and, “No I’m not your mother.” The baby bird, disappointed but undaunted continues its search until it comes across the mother bird who has been looking frantically for her baby bird and they are, happily ever after, reunited.
Today, when I came home I walked into my house and met a creature who looked like my daughter LIly but who acted like someone else. I asked, “Are you my daughter?”. She snapped, “No, I’m not your daughter, ” and stormed out. She returned a little later, in yet another incarnation, looking familiar but still behaving in disconcerting ways, thinking she could maybe fool me. I asked, “Are you my daughter?” to which she replied in silent body language, “No, I’m not your daughter either.” I waited patiently ( a kind of searching) for my off=spring, my heart seeking her out and my arms longing to enfold her and hold her close. Finally, yet another young woman emerged and entered the kitchen, combed and dressed to go out, speaking in tones I recognized as her own. I gave thanks and knew, “Here she is, finally, done shape-shifting, back, prodigal and on her way out.” I breathed a sign of relief and climbed back into my nest watching her walk up the steep driveway to her car.
My amazing Sunday began with the treat of a 3 hour Yoga class with a teacher new to me and new to the island. He began by suggesting that to monitor, measure and manage in the practice of asanas (yoga postures) helps us to monitor, measure and manage challenges in our everyday lives.
To monitor is to pay careful attention, to notice what is going on (with than hamstring, shoulder, lower back). To measure is to play with moving into discomfort and then to back off and to manage is to handle the the challenges of a position with mindfulness and grace – having monitored and measured first.
As a lover of both Yoga and metaphor I appreciate the notion that paying attention, taking stock and acting based on intelligent inside information is key in life as in Yoga.
It sounds like the law of attraction in action to me and it’s the way I’ve been suggesting you deal with challenges – getting present (deep breathing brings us back to the NOW) and noticing, getting into that observational look-out to take stock and see where we are inside and out, and then finding the better feeling thought to managing what’s going on with detachment, intelligence and vision.
Don’t you love how what you learn over here works over there?
Have you ever thought about how you can apply the strengths and strategies that work in one situation to another, seemingly very different problem? What does lengthening your spine before bending have to do with your business or your relationships? How could taking 5 deep breaths in each pose apply to cooking a great meal or writing, or creating the next best thing to ?
OM Shanti.
Today was the debut of A Taste of Paradise: A Sampler of Healing Practices for Body, Mind and Soul. The 1/2 day ‘retreat’ was a collaboration between me (Coach Paradise) and Jane DiCola,( Bliss Retreats and Zumba Instructor). It was the manifestation of a dream and it was awesome.
We had 19 attendees who snapped up our limited spaces within the first week of the promotional email. Each presenter (including myself on Law of Attraction and the finale of energizing Zumba) provided a fun, value packed experience that left people wanting more (it was a taste after all).
We pulled off a classy, smoothly running event – from the safari bus that shuttled people to a world class villa with a view of the British Virgin Islands – to the bouganvilla and bird of paradise that adorned the tables to the life changing offerings that had people lined up to make appointments with our presenters.
If I am in the business of collecting evidence for success and prosperity as I spread love and well-being, my collection grew greatly today. And, if this retreat wasn’t enough well-being for one day, I arrived home to a phone message from a radio listener, “You are the best thing on the radio.”
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Collaberators par excellence
Today was the debut of A Taste of Paradise: A Sampler of Healing Practices for Body, Mind and Soul. The 1/2 day ‘retreat’ was a collaboration between me (Coach Paradise) and Jane DiCola,( Bliss Retreats and Zumba Instructor). It was the manifestation of a dream and it was awesome.
We had 19 attendees who snapped up our limited spaces within the first week of the promotional email. Each presenter (including myself on Law of Attraction and the finale of energizing Zumba) provided a fun, value packed experience that left people wanting more (it was a taste after all).
We pulled off a classy, smoothly running event – from the safari bus that shuttled people to a world class villa with a view of the British Virgin Islands – to the bouganvilla and bird of paradise that adorned the tables to the life changing offerings that had people lined up to make appointments with our presenters.
If I am in the business of collecting evidence for success and prosperity as I spread love and well-being, my collection grew greatly today. And, if this retreat wasn’t enough well-being for one day, I arrived home to a phone message from a radio listener, “You are the best thing on the radio.”
Sweet dreams are made of this.
Collaberators par excellence
Talk about the magic of manifesting…. I stopped at Friendly’s Grocery this morning to pick up a newspaper. The headlines screamed: FORCASTER PUTS ODDS ON HURRICANE STRIKING VI and VITEMA PREPPED AND READY (Vitema is a local emergency organization). My heart skipped a couple of beats as I felt myself sliding down the emotional guidance scale to fear, despair and powerlessness.
I was here, in St. Thomas, for two major hurricanes, Hugo in 1989 and Marilyn in 1995. They were both very scary: before, during and afterwards.
Well, magnificent manifester that I am, I jumped up into my observational lookout station and took stock of what was happening. I could see clearly that my reptilian brain (my amygdale) was swollen to outsized proportions and had kicked into its fight or flight stance. I spoke calmly to myself, took a few really deep breaths (the sure fire way to return to the present NOW moment) and began the incremental process of shifting my focus and finding ‘positive aspects’ to what was looking like a dire situation.
I turned to page 4 of the paper and noted that there is a 28% chance that a hurricane will pass within 50 miles of the Virgin Islands and a 9% chance that it will be a major hurricane. This was feeling better already. Even a major storm 50 miles off felt a whole lot better than “…odds on hurricane striking the VI.”
I then reminded myself that newspapers are in the business of selling papers and fear sells. I got angry at the newspaper and noted that anger is much further up the scale than despair. I was heading in the right direction.
I remembered that nothing happened to my family during Hugo or Marilyn. My daughter slept through both of them. I reviewed my hurricane prep drill and made a mental note to beef up supplies and find a buff guy to help if I have to put up shutters. That was feeling better still.
I thought about what powerful vibrational beings we all are and that the energy we send out is that which we receive. I decided to picture all storms moving out to sea or dissolving mid-ocean. I gave thanks for the volcanic haze that is covering the island right now because it is supposed to deter hurricanes. I was feeling better and better and really grateful for the opportunity to do what I do best and to show you all how to use your law of attraction tool kits when the going gets rough.
As I finished filling up my car with gas I read about A RARE SIGHT – a short-eared owl who appeared out of nowhere and perched on a utility line in a housing project near me. “It did not hoot but it did turn its head around, which was weird to see.” It returned for a second night in a row and put on a display of flying around for the people in the community to see it.”
Back in business thanks to manifesting magic, a hoot owl and the power of NOW.