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As any regular reader of this blog knows…and bless you for that…I’m less than perfect at using the laws of consciousness.  I know how they work, I know what to do, I practice using these principles all the time and I catch myself more often when I miss the mark… a good thing…and I’m sooo much better than I used to be, but I still have reactions that are so automatic, that they come and go before I can say Jack Robinson.  Hecky doodle, another weed seed planted in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, just catching our reactions is a great opportunity to uproot that weed seed before it produces rotten fruit, bringing something we could happily live without. We read something in the newspaper that pushes our buttons, or watch something on the telly that is annoying and just accepting or consenting to it on a regular basis is enough…

Throughout my life I’ve had support and encouragement from the important people in my life, starting with my Mum and Grandma and my siblings and friends and significant others.  I know I’ve been blessed. The support I’ve received over the years has been such a wonderful source of growth and expansion for me and for them.  For what we give to others, we always, always receive ourselves. This is such an important piece of our personal development that I have to say it again, sorry, can’t help myself.   So to repeat…whatever we are giving to another, be it support or attempting to put them down, we are the givers and the recipients as well.  There’s no escaping our universal connectedness, for good or ill, we are all part of the consciousness of all. [success] YOUR INTERNAL CONVERSATIONS ARE SENT OUT INTO THE WORLD, AND THEY WILL NOT RETURN UNTO…

[success]The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.–Henry Ward Beecher[/success] If you’ve read my ‘about’ page, you’ll know I’ve lived in many exotic places throughout the world.  It was pretty cool, but even as a kid I recognized poverty when I saw it.  Children with no shoes and bellies large from malnutrition can’t be hidden even from children with shoes and socks and chocolate mouse for dessert. I wasn’t aware at the time of the true hardship and poverty that was endured by many, for whom the things I took for granted like clean running water and electricity were a luxury.  Hey, be kind…I was a kid too. But one thing I was aware of was that these children, with so little, still had bright smiles, still laughed, and played just like me. They were happy. And I knew, young as I…

[success]You are the sculptor of your own reality.  Don’t hand your tools to anyone else. ~  Jeff Brown[/success] Did you know that 66% of job seekers who imagined themselves as being happily employed found new jobs months earlier than those who merely had career counseling? What?  You hadn’t heard that?  Me neither, but that’s according to a study by the Journal of Consulting Psychology, so it must be right. Right? If that all sounds a little bit too studious, never fear, I have a little story to tell that’ll be right up your alley because it’s all about imagination…we love that don’t we? Don’t we? Have I ever mentioned Louisa’s husband?  Hmmm it’s time to remedy that.  I’m going to call him Tom…I love to protect the innocent as I tell stories about them…okay not stories about them so much, as their very own stories, as told to me.  Honest.…

Recently, I began to miss the good old dawn chorus.  Not that I was always happy to hear it.  In the middle of summer in Britain, sleeping with the windows open chances are you, okay make that me…were more than likely to be woken up by above mentioned dawn chorus around 4 am.  Not usually at my best at that time in the morning.  Might even go so far as to call me a little grumpy. Yet, here I am missing the dawn chorus.  I miss the sounds of those little British robins, the song thrush, wren, chaffinch, goldfinch, and sparrow for starters. We have the mockingbird, wagtails as I like to call them, and I’ve seen cardinals flitting around in the marsh trees outside our window.  Not too shabby, but, bless their little hearts, they don’t add up to a dawn chorus. So what’s to be done? I decided to train…

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