How important is language?

Alan and I have had an ongoing issue with the IRS because we filed an amended return for 2011.  We paid the taxes due and then I realized that we had more deductions and that it was necessary to see an accountant about them.

So, we filed the amended return and waited breathlessly for our check.  It has yet to come.  We have been waiting for six months.

While talking with my prayer partner yesterday, we were discussing what the problem was.  I told her that I remember reading that it was necessary to forgive and bless everyone that came to mind when we wanted to increase our prosperity experience.  So, I remembered that I forgave Alan for using Turbo tax to file our return, me for allowing him to talk me into using what he called “a time and money saver,” me for having to spend the extra money for our accountant and then blessing everyone.  I blessed Alan.  I blessed the IRS.  I blessed our union and our partnership in financial matters.

While telling my prayer partner about all of this, I said, “I have done everything I know how to do.  I just don’t get it.” 

Her reply was, “Of course, you don’t and you won’t get it the check either.” 

Oops!  As soon as she said that, the light blub went off in my head.  Since I don’t get it, I won’t get it.  I immediately replied, that, yes, I get it. 

I have since realized that some things are just not on my schedule or in my control.  I have given this situation over to God several times and I keep taking it back because I want to get the money.  I thought my control issues were over.  Guess not!

So, again, I turned it all over to God and said, “it’s all yours.”  Especially now that I get how important it is to language for posture and to ask for what it is that I want in my life. 

Thank you Source Energy for all that is in my life and for all that I am blessed with including receiving the check from the IRS in a timely and perfect manner.  All is truly well in my life.  And so it is.

Joy

The first book I picked up this New Year had an opening line of, “What brings you joy?”  It stopped me in my tracks.  I have been doing a lot of things but I am not sure that any one of them brought me joy. 

When I look at my life now, I love where I am and what I am doing, but none of it is with “deep joy.”  I realized that I had been so focused on getting settled into this house, being a day care for little puppies, being a wife and housewife, that I have forgotten what brings me joy.

Writing gives me satisfaction.  Painting gives me fulfillment.  Reading gives me knowledge.  But what gives me joy?

This will certainly give me something to think about while I am packing up this house to relocate to Oklahoma City.  Can I find joy while packing up my life?  I may have to start a list of things that I can do that bring me joy.

Again, I feel very grateful that I am in a position to be able to choose from multiple avenues.  Is it possible to have too many choices?

I have been looking for a theme for this year.  Joy seems to be my answer.  So, with joy in my heart, I allow it to be the driving motivation for 2013. 

What brings you joy?

Happy New Year

It is a pleasure today to complete and finish this year and bring it to a comfortable close.  I know that I am Divinely guided to my next new and different project because I am open to the possibility and am excited about what God has in store for me. 

This past year has brought about many changes for the better in my life.  I feel very blessed that all has been for my growth in spite of me digging in my heels and sometimes complaining all the way. 

I know that I need to relax, allow, accept, release and balance all in my life with grace and ease.  Life is just that much easier when I do.

Since in every end there is a new beginning, I invite all to thoroughly enjoy the process and create a spectacular new year.

  

Change

Right now I feel the uncertainty of my surroundings as I am living in a sea of packed boxes.  I am having to slow down to the speed of my life and it is very uncomfortable.  I am use to my nest being organized, available, and comfortable.  Right now it is none of these.

The house is “staged” and ready for the photographer to come in to take the pictures for the internet.  Living in a state of perfection is not the greatest.  Yes, it is clean and it looks nice but it doesn’t have the lived in feeling that I relish.    I guess this is all just part of what is necessary to release this house to some wonderful buyers that will allow me to move to Oklahoma.

Even the puppies I live with are feeling change and at times, stay very close and others, want nothing to do with me.  When I want snuggly, warm, furry bodies to hug, none are available. 

I am very grateful that I am able to pack up my treasurers and take them with me.  There were times in my life when that was not an option and it still makes me sad that I had to give up some very wonderful things. 

Every move allows us to get rid of and move on.  Granted, there is stuff in my life that is easy to recycle.  I sometimes wish it were as easy to recycle the baggage in mind as it is in reality. 

Life goes on and I am ready for a new adventure in sleet, snow and ice.  Winter will truly afford me the time to snuggle in, recharge, and maybe get some serious writing done. 

Either way, I am looking forward to the new and different, as I remember to stay present and realize that I have some things to complete and to close the book on 2013.  All is well and I feel thoroughly blessed in every way.  Happy New Year.

Waiting

I am in a waiting period.  Feels like a fallow time where everything is resting - getting ready for something big to happen.  I can feel the change in my bones but it’s not yet.   Alan is already out of state working in his new position.  I have been left here to get the house ready for sale.  I am in the process of staging it, making it look as though there is plenty of room of everything, except my craft room.  That is my “catch all” room and how I am going to “stage” it is still a mystery for me.  I don’t want to pack it because there are some projects that I want to continue and maybe finish before we move.  I know that I will virtually be “house bound” once the showings start as I need to be here to capture the puppies and get them out of the house before anyone shows up. 

It has been ten days since Alan left and I am not a happy camper being alone.  Even though we email, telephone and Skype, it is not the same as being in the same house at the same time.  I have had to take over some of his duties like taking out the garbage, etc.  As time goes on, I am finding other things that need to be done.  I know that eventually we will be together again because he left his “toys.” 

I think I have learned to sleep alone again.  The “noises” of the house no longer wake me up and I love having the whole bed to sprawl around.  Not as much fun as sharing a bed but it has its perks.

Deciding what to pack and what not to pack is a challenge.  I have decided that the kitchen is closed for the duration.  No major cooking or baking until we are settled into the new house.  I am also having to empty the freezer and eating up what is in there.  So far, it has claimed some interesting combinations. 

Today’s project is to pack up the “bottoms” of the closets, pantry and hall closets.  Then when they are opened up, and the floors are cleared, it gives the impression that there is a lot of open space.  Also, getting some extra bedding packed up and into the storage unit so that it is out of the way and vision of perspective buyers. 

Doesn’t this sound like a fun life?  I know, fallow!

More Bridges

P. S.

Today's paper had a blurb about a Kansas farmer that built 150-foot long replica of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge on this farm!  What is with the farmers who have bridges in the middle of their fields?  Wonder if he has the safety bar that keeps little kids from sliding from the bridge into the "earth" below!  Does he charge a fee to people to "see" and walk the bridge?

I guess all of us need hobbies and something to do.

Hotel Living

My Beloved and I spent some time in Oklahoma City and I was stunned at what passed for okay behavior in several venues. 

First, having dinner at a fairly up scale restaurant the first night, seeing the men wear their cowboy hats or baseball caps at dinner was a sight to behold.  As my sister would say, “they probably didn’t have a mother to teach them differently.” 

The next morning walking down the corridor to the elevator, I heard two doors open and people walked out and allowed their doors to slam.  I purposely walked slowly to give them time to get the elevator, as I knew I would not be able to keep my mouth shut if I had to spend anymore them with any of them.

Next, I am in the downstairs area for the complimentary breakfast and I see a guy walk by in his pajamas and socks.  Jamers?!  No sooner, had I gotten my mouth shut than a whole family came into the area and they are all in their jammers. 

I may be from the “old” school that says, dress appropriately when in public, but I guess this rule is only for me.  I couldn’t help but wonder if these people were “commando” too!  I could hear my mother’s voice in my head that said “be sure to wear underwear all the time because you never know…”  She never did explain the “never know” part of that sentence and I never thought to ask.  She use to make me wear underwear in my jammers because “you never know…”

Without slamming the Midwestern part of our country, I can’t help but feel that the farther you are from the big city, the more relaxed traditional behaviors become.  Considering that we are planning to move to OK City, it has to be a reminder for me to keep up my standards in order to maintain a “presence” in the city.  Spirit, help me to put away my judgment mind about all of this.

You, of course, don’t have a problem with any judgments, do you?