When you receive an unexpected gift - make it mean something.
Last week, I found a letter from a “stranger” performing a random act of kindness. Inside the letter was a $10 bill. I will reflect on this more later but right now I just want to tell you what I did with the money. I bought Mike Dooley’s “Manifesting Change” for my Kindle. It is exactly what I needed, what I’ve been craving to read and reflect on. The premise is pretty simple: the Universe is always conspiring for us, for our expansion, for our breakthrough performance in this lifetime. All that is required from us is that we visualize all that we are magnificently capable of, and that we take steps in that direction. We don’t need to know “how” the future will manifest, and it is detrimental to even attempt to answer those questions. Dream, visualize, trust, move forward.
We are always attracting what we primarily think about. If we experience ourselves as the embodiment of love and success and beauty – well, then that’s the ONLY thing we can attract.
Do I believe that I am called to write and make my contribution to the world in that way? Yes.
Do I know exactly what that will look like? No.
Do I need to? Absolutely not.
I am not attached to the details or the outcome. I am only attached to being a writer in all the ways that I can at this moment and believing that my story will offer hope or comfort to the reader. To you.
I want to share this excerpt from the book:
It’s as if you’re pounding on the massive doors of the kingdom of your wildest dreams. At first lightly, even respectfully, then, losing patience, louder and louder. You pray. You plead. You beg. You ask. You cry. You wail. And just on the other side of the door, your faithful, adoring subjects silently writhe, some quietly crying, all intensely feeling your frustration and loneliness. Yet they remember all too well how, on the day you left, you made them swear not to ever open the door, so that you might discover for yourself …
…that it was left unlocked.
I hate when that happens. ~The Universe
I am committed to believing that all doors are open.
Knock Knock,
Rhea
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LAST THOUGHT:
When I lived in North Carolina, this is what I remembered winter looking like:
Today, I am reminded of what it ACTUALLY looks like:
The car, completely buried.
