Want to be a better manifester??Question: When you are looking around your house are you overwhelmed by the stacks of laundry, endless piles of toys, games & books, unmade beds, and dirty dishes??? If your answer is YES then this is very important for you to read. Manifesting is something we are doing all day everyday with the attention we put on our life. So if the attention you put on your house and the things in it, that you have already magically manifested, is a feeling of overwhelming dread then the universe hears you saying "I have too much stuff, please don't bring me anymore because I'm already over run with too much to clean and do and I already don't have enough time in life........blah, blah, blah!!" So the universe in its all that isness will listen to this request and brings you NOTHING!! So, all the other incredible things you've been asking for.....a new car, a dishwasher, more clothes, money in your account cannot come because your vibration is not in line with what you are asking for. How do you change this?? By looking at your house with fresh eyes. When you come home from work today anticipate your arrival with new thoughts. I am thankful for the things I have, I can see the abundance that already surrounds me, I am so lucky to have a family to share this space with, cleaning can be rewarding as I gaze upon each item that has come into my experience, I am so happy to have a house to put all these things in........you get the point. Talk yourself into a vibration that matches the Law of Attraction and everything you've ever dreamed of will be yours.
On this day two years ago,
life was so different and beautiful,
never in my saddest dreams,
did I expect myself to be in the sorry state I am now. .
I was a person who over-did everything.
On small jokes I laughed too much,
in casual matches I played too hard,
and when it came to my favorite person I loved too much. .
Even though I tried too hard,
I always got the shorter end of the straw,
and the experiences that I want to relive,
were always so short and temporary. .
Even though I have become too lazy,
and cold to devote myself to anything,
it's the past,
in which I am stuck. .
I don't play anything anymore,
but I cannot forget that moment,
when I walked on the ground,
wearing my own jersey. .
I don't love anyone anymore,
but I cannot unlove,
those few people,
who are no longer a part of my life. .
I wonder where did that enthusiasm go,
those pure and strong emotions,
that unwavering will to do something,
that innocent smile I can no longer imagine on my face. .
If this is what they meant when they said,
that you will miss your childhood when you grow up,
then the only regret I am left with,
is that I grew up too quickly.
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Zwölf mal treffe ich die Mitte der verblassten Rotzielscheibe. Der dreizehnte Versuch gelingt mir nicht. Spricht man deshalb von Pech? Wahrscheinlich war ich einfach nicht mehr konzentriert genug gewesen oder habe zu sehr gehofft, dass der Pfeil vorbeijagen solle. Er trifft die Baumwurzel hinter dem Kreis. Die Wurzel, in der ich die ersten dreizehn Buchstaben des Alphabets mit meinem stumpfen Taschenmesser eingeritzt habe als ich noch klein war. Ich wurde damals von Mamas Rufen unterbrochen und habe anschließend meine Übung nie gewissenhaft fortgesetzt. So wie ich sie hinterlassen habe, ruht sie noch immer auf dem schmalen Steingemauer. Die Spitze klemmt im Inneren vom C und eine unbeträchtliche Kerbe im dunklen Holz. So wirkt das Schriftzeichen wie ein Auge, das mich bewegungslos fixiert. Ein Seher zwischen B und D. Die Zielscheibe war einst Teil der Ficht'. Ich habe also doch getroffen, nur eben nicht die vorgegebene Stelle - wohl eher einen vergangenen fernen Ort, dem ich mich geradezu entgegensehne. ~
💫✨𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂 ✨💫 ✨💫Thoughtful Thursday 💫✨. Do any of you remember the story of The Velveteen Rabbit? This, among many others was a favorite of mine, and I tend to go back to it from time to time to remind myself of not just my full life story, which many do not know, but how I came to be who I am today as well watching my daughters take on roles of leadership as they grow into strong-willed women. This is one of my favorite quotes from The Velveteen Rabbit, and I love it so very much because I used to care what others thought of me at one point in life, but now because I am surrounded with love because I finally accepted and embraced who I am, those things don’t matter anymore. I hope it resonates with some of you, and gives you something to ponder about. ✨ . “Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' 'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. ‘Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.' 'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?' 'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.” - Margery Williams Bianco (The Velveteen Rabbit).
"Na plenitude da felicidade, cada dia é uma vida inteira." Johann Goethe
Cada ser humano corre em busca da sua plenitude, cada à sua maneira e do seu jeito. E...✨
"A grandeza de um espírito encontra-se na pluralidade e plenitude da sua sensibilidade. Todo o vasto espírito é sempre um tanto santo e outro tanto demoníaco. Todo o artista exagera ou dilui, aviva ou simplifica."
19 minutes ago
Boundaries are the baseline
Everything that is small and insignificant is also the foundation on which your life is built.
The doorman was rude to us... telling us about the “rules.” I approached him after-the-fact and told him to speak to me like I am an old lady. .
Because it’s not really about the doorman, is it? .
I bought some cutlery from Amazon. It’s good quality and would work and wasn’t overly expensive, but I don’t like it. I’ll return it. .
It’s not about the cutlery. .
We said we would buy a couch and head board from the woman who used to live here. I changed my mind and doubled back on our agreement. I told her I didn’t want it. .
Because it’s not about the couch. .
The apartment was painted, but the landlord did a terrible job. I’m made to feel like all that’s been offered is “good enough.” It’s not. Rental after rental it never has been. This time, I will paint it myself... .
Because it’s never been about the paint. .
It’s about the baseline I am setting for my life. It’s not about them or this or that or logic or whether it matters that much or whether it’ll matter later. .
It’s enough that it doesn’t quite fit right. .
I get to choose what enters my life and what I will respectfully decline. .
It’s never been about the doorman, the cutlery, the couch, or the paint.
It’s about devotion to my own life. Devotion, as in: the loving labour of creating something. I’ll paint the canvass of my life one way, NOW, because it feels right... right now. But even if I lovingly paint over that section later... it doesn’t matter. It’s still there, buried beneath brush strokes. It makes my life what it is because of where it’s come from and where it’s going. .
Every time I say, “no... not quite like this,” I further instruct the universe as to exactly what it is that I DO want, and the way I want to receive it. .
Because life will never feel the way we want it to if we make a practice of ignoring our inner guidance. .
Heed the whisper. .