In a world where possibility and probability have become buzz words, where potential is highly praised yet expectation remains in question, where receiving product just on time rather than ahead of schedule is the norm ~ wouldn’t it be delicious to make room for: Most Definitely! [...]]]>

Hello Dear Ones!

In a world where possibility and probability have become buzz words, where potential is highly praised yet expectation remains in question, where receiving product just on time rather than ahead of schedule is the norm ~ wouldn’t it be delicious to make room for: Most Definitely! Why Certainly! Absolutely!

Rather than building in contingencies for problems, limitations, setbacks and just-in-case scenarios ~ resulting in a greater probability of encountering them by the very matching of that same energy ~ how be we grow, develop and come to expect the very best of everyone, the power of teamwork, and the perfection of an idea, a dream ~ and live into its fulfillment by choice and by design!

In Light and Laughter,

Marcia

Two years ago today, on the Sunday of Canada’s Victoria Day long weekend of 2009, I stepped onto the retreat grounds of Queenswood and an incredible journey began … leading me to write my first book:

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Hello Dear Ones!

Two years ago today, on the Sunday of Canada’s Victoria Day long weekend of 2009, I stepped onto the retreat grounds of Queenswood and an incredible journey began … leading me to write my first book:

It has been – and is still – a magical journey, one in which you, Dear Reader, took an active role … as one of my dearest inspirations! That’s why I thought to stop by today to share this exciting news with you … my book has been published and is now available for sale!  You can check it out here: http://bit.ly/buspoet

And, as a tantalizing little bonus for you, a glimpse of one of my very favourite sections:

Like what you’ve read here? To learn more … here’s that link once again: http://bit.ly/buspoet

In Light and Laughter and Love,

Marcia

P.S.  Have a QR scanner? Use this:

A Year in the Life of a Bus-Traveling Poet

Being Christmas eve and all, it seemed like an appropriate topic for today.  This ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post is going to be primarily a ‘He Says’, and it’s likely to be our last blog post of 2010, so I’ll add in a greeting from Marcia [...]]]>

Hello, Dear Reader:

Being Christmas eve and all, it seemed like an appropriate topic for today.  This ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post is going to be primarily a ‘He Says’, and it’s likely to be our last blog post of 2010, so I’ll add in a greeting from Marcia as well:  However you celebrate it, we wish a joyous Holiday season to you and to those near and dear to your heart.

When you look like me, a lot of kids call you Santa Claus.  I’m also very fortunate to have my own Mrs. Claus.  Being called Santa may be partly because of the white hair and beard, but I still remember one day over 15 years ago when I was standing at an ATM outside (in July) wearing a headband, sunglasses, denim jacket and jeans, and a girl passing by called out, “Look mom, it’s Santa Claus!” “No, I don’t think so.” was the reply.  “Yeah, it is!”  Mom was thinking ‘Hells Angels’ was more likely, but the little girl could see through the disguise.  I also remember the first time a little one, too young to talk, walked by with his dad in hand.  As they walked away the little one began saying, “Ho Ho Ho.  Ho Ho Ho…”  His dad didn’t know what he was going on about, but we did.

However, this isn’t a post about how to look like Santa Claus, it’s about how to be Santa Claus, no matter what you look like.  And that’s something anyone can do, no matter your faith or beliefs.  The ‘father’ of the modern day Santa Claus was St. Nicholas, a Grecian man who lived in Lycia in the 4^th century.  Born to wealthy parents, they died when he was young and he was raised by his uncle.  As he grew up St. Nick was a pious man, and very generous with what he had.  He also encouraged his associates to be generous as well.  There are a number of stories about his life; this is one of my favourites…

There are many variations to this story, but they all concern a man who had three daughters, but who did not have enough money for dowries so that they could be married.  One night as he was passing the house, Nicholas threw a bag of gold through the window, enough for the eldest daughter to be married.  A year later he repeated this gift, allowing the second daughter to be married.  Another year passed, and this time the father was waiting to see who this mysterious benefactor was.  However, rather than being seen, Nicholas climbed up on the roof and dropped the third bag of gold down the chimney.  As it happened the youngest daughter was washing her stockings by the fireplace and the bag of gold fell into her stocking.

I must admit that when I related this story recently to a friend, she thought it would be better if the third daughter decided she didn’t need to be married, took the gold and started her own business, but that’s another story.

Christmas, it seems, has become all about presents.  In fact it’s become so much about presents that we drive ourselves crazy worrying about them.  We wonder what to buy for this or that person, whether we’ve spent enough or too much, whether we can buy two presents for person A and only one present for person B, and so on, and so on.  We pack malls and stores and fight our way through crowds of people all trying to do the same thing.  We do the same thing with Christmas cards, making lists of those who sent us cards last year and deciding to whom cards should be sent this year…

Now this isn’t all bad.  For retailers, manufacturers, artisans, crafts people, even transport companies, Christmas sales can make or break an entire year.  But if you’re scrambling around madly trying to sort it all out, those aren’t presents you’re buying:  they’re obligations, and obligations aren’t gifts.  I’ve been guilty of it myself, and having worked in the retail sector, I’ve been on the other side of the counter too.  So, as Christmas comes and goes this year and we descend even further into the madness of Boxing Day Week Month sales, take a moment to ask yourself ‘why’ you’re doing this.  Does it make you feel good?  If it does, great!  If you’re doing it out of a sense of obligation, then is it really worth it?

In a child’s eyes, Santa Claus is about more than presents.  Santa Claus is about magic, hope, promise and excitement.  Okay, and candy canes.  Santa Claus represents giving, but giving of ourselves as much as giving of gifts.  Santa Claus also represents sharing – sharing joy, love, freedom, commitment to family and friends, and in the end it doesn’t matter if you’re Christian, Jew or Muslim,  whether you follow Sikh, Hindu, Buddhist, Shinto, Baha’i or Wiccan traditions or whether you’re a devout atheist, somewhere in what you believe there’s a message of ‘peace on earth’ and goodwill to everyone.  Carry the spirit of this holiday season in your heart every day throughout the year, and you too can be Santa Claus.

Love,
M&M

P.S.  Santa Claus delivers promise as much as expectation and a joyful ‘present’ moment; that CAN be delivered all around the world in one night.  And how do the reindeer fly?  Because they’ve dreamed that they can.

Gotta go… Christmas Eve is a busy night for me!

S.C.

We wrote a ‘He Says, She Says…‘ blog post a while back on ‘The Elephant in the Room‘. The ‘elephant’ in that case was money.  However, we recently rediscovered Bashar‘s talk on ‘Abundance‘, and that brought the idea back for us but in a different way.  [...]]]>

Hello Dear Reader:

We wrote a ‘He Says, She Says…‘ blog post a while back on ‘The Elephant in the Room‘. The ‘elephant’ in that case was money.  However, we recently rediscovered Bashar‘s talk on ‘Abundance‘, and that brought the idea back for us but in a different way.  Bashar defines abundance as:

“Abundance: The ability to do what you need to do when you need to do it. Period. Did you hear anything in that definition that said anything about money?”

Mike and I have both been considering the implications of such a simple concept – simple and yet radical at the same time. Though normally each of us would write about our own individual interpretations of our He Says, She Says topic, since I’ve been working full-time and away from home, Mike has been flying solo on a few of our dicussions with me reviewing and editing before posting.

Well, today the roles are reversed and it’s me doing the writing, with Mike doing a review and edit. Turn about is, after all, fair play!

So … back to our quote:

“Abundance: The ability to do what you need to do when you need to do it. Period. Did you hear anything in that definition that said anything about money?”

Two scenarios – both related to movies we’ve recently seen again: Groundhog Day with Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell and Star Trek: Insurrection. Though you may find it odd to compare these two, I do hope you’ll stay with me here.

In Groundhog Day, Bill Murray finds himself reliving the same day over and over and over again. Every morning he awakes on February 2^nd, and every night all failures (including bank robbery and death!) are wiped clean. Initially his life is mundane and boorish and his purpose for existence is to bed the character portrayed by Andie MacDowel. But after what you realize must be months of repeating the same day, (all unsuccessful in his attempts to win and woo MacDowell) he becomes an intelligent, talented and caring man, beloved by the people of the small town. Once he gets to this point in his life, he no longer seeks satisfaction from the MacDowell character – his life is rich without her. Only then does ‘fate’ intervene to bring the two of them together.

In the Star Trek movie, the people from this magical planet live rich lives well up to over 700 years – that second zero was intentional! There is no money in this society, yet everyone does anything and everything that they have ever dreamed of doing. If it is a thought or passion, they know they can do it, and they follow through on these dreams! These people are rich in talent, creativity, and self-satisfaction. Nothing stops them from completing their goals and each person in their society supports the success and achievements of all others. This year they might choose to study to become a doctor, next year might delve into pottery to the point of mastery, then tackle and perfect a new style of fabric, move on to become a chef … the options are limitless and the success to the point of mastery is a given!

In case you do not see where I’m taking this thought in relation to our topic … there is no ‘working for money’ in either movie. Bill Murray’s character finds ways to take piano lessons till he is a master pianist. He becomes a doctor and helps the people of this town in innumerable ways by caring about them as individuals – right down to the local street person who repeatedly dies every day till Murray finds a way to save his life! In Star Trek, the wellbeing of each individual in this utopian society is paramount … and the peace and beauty – both externally and internally – is tangible. Each person gives of themselves to enhance and support the community.

To consider a life of abundance without consideration of money as we know it in our society today is a radical concept! Yet as I’ve been playing with the idea of this as an option in my life, I have been finding magical scenarios popping up and providing me with physical expressions of abundance yet without the need of my having finances to ‘buy’ them.

Here are some simple examples:

* while awaiting our local library’s purchase of a book that I want to borrow in order to read, a co-worker brings her copy in for me to enjoy without having been asked – nor did we ever even talk together about my interest in it … she said she just ‘thought’ I’d enjoy it! YES!

* wanting the latest Abraham-Hicks book and CD: Getting into the Vortex yet not having the funds to provide it for myself, it arrived in the guise of an unexpected gift from a friend who claims she ordered two (bless her beautiful heart!).

* at a time when I find myself looking within to determine a healthy and contrasting perspective between my comfort in a small living space versus the more expansive and potentially labour intensive demands of residing in a larger home, a friend calls to see if we can house-sit her comparatively much larger house for 3 weeks!

Though simple examples, I think you get the idea that my life is filling up with magical expressions of abundance in marvelous ways that do NOT require the having of money as the prime prerequisite for their appearance in my life.

So let us review that quote one more time:

“Abundance: The ability to do what you need to do when you need to do it. Period. Did you hear anything in that definition that said anything about money?”

How does this quote sit with you? Where does the thought take you? Does it resonate well? Does it challenge your current concepts? Does it inspire you? I’d be delighted to hear from you … I encourage you to leave a comment below!

In Light and Laughter,

Marcia

Things have been a little quiet lately here in our little corner of the ‘net, but since we have three or four blog posts to do, let’s see if we can’t change that!  This ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post is going to be primarily a ‘He [...]]]>

Hello, Dear Reader:

Things have been a little quiet lately here in our little corner of the ‘net, but since we have three or four blog posts to do, let’s see if we can’t change that!  This ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post is going to be primarily a ‘He Says’, but as always Marcia gets the final edit.  I have an idea for this blog post but  I’m  having a little difficulty forming words around it; be patient and we’ll get there.

As the old saying goes, “You won’t recognize the house when you come to visit; we’ve moved.”  Actually Sunday and Monday were primarily occupied in getting our ‘stuff’ over to the new house.  Moving is nothing new for Marcia and me; so far, in the years we’ve been a couple we’ve occupied 17 different homes – together or separately.  Last summer the folks at Victoria’s Boulevard magazine asked people to submit entries of 300 words or less on the subject of ‘home’; I wrote in and told them that Marcia would say I couldn’t write anything in 300 words to save my life, but the concept of ‘home’ has been an interesting one for us.  We’ve each been planning to come here to Victoria for quite a number of years, even before we met, and we’re rather liking the idea that we don’t plan to move again.  The editors at Boulevard were kind enough to include my letter (edited for length!) in their recent 2010 Home Design Annual.

So, what’s that about moving?  Again?  Actually, this particular move is a temporary one; we’re house sitting/ budgie sitting for a friend who’s on vacation and we’re still in Victoria.  Still, it brings up some interesting thoughts.

Seth said:

“As you come into your body with all of its physical surroundings, so at birth do you emerge into a rich natural psychological environment in which beliefs and ideas are every bit as real.

“As you become more proficient at using your conscious mind, then of course you examine the beliefs that surround you, even as you question and often move out of your native environment. You may migrate to a climate in which the prevailing ideas suit you better, as well as the weather…” ~ The Nature of Personal Reality, session 649.

As I said, we’ve both wanted to come here to Vancouver Island for many years, and for several reasons.  Originally it was the pull of the ocean and the mountains, and since we have family on the mainland, we can be close to them without having to live in the ‘big city’.  In being here, we’ve also disovered that the temperament of Victoria suits us pretty well; the climate is moderate, the people are friendly, and there are some great coffee shops!  We’re quite literally surrounded by ocean, and although we’re in the city one doesn’t have to travel far to encounter the forest.

There’s one other aspect of this last ‘move’ that has intrigued me though, from a metaphysical perspective.  It’s been the ocean and the idea of living by the ocean that has played a large part in pulling us here, and yet our current apartment (blessed though it is), is at the north end of the city.  We know the ocean is ‘out there’, and a short walk to the top of Christmas Hill for example brings it into view.  But even though the ocean is only a few miles away from our place, we can’t see it and we feel, or at least I feel somewhat separated from it.  Where we’re staying now the ocean is only six houses away and across Dallas Road.  When I walk out the front door, from the front step I can see the mountains of Washington state across the Juan de Fuca Strait.

Yes, our stay here is temporary, but… Ever since I first read Seth’s suggestion of:

“You get what you concentrate upon. There is no other main rule.” ~ The Nature of Personal Reality, session 617.

I’ve really taken that to heart.  I mean, it’s only twelve words, so there’s not a lot of possibility for misinterpretation, and yet an entire industry of books, CDs, DVDs, conferences, speakers and experts has grown up around these ideas, both offering to aid people in achieving what they desire and explaining why they haven’t been successful (and what they need to do next).

I’ve been playing with these ideas for a lot of years, and one thing that’s taken me a long time to accept is that reality creation is a developed skill.  It may not be a ‘physical’ skill like learning to walk, and yet I believe it follows many of the same patterns.  When infants learn to move, learn to sit up, learn to crawl and learn to walk, it’s an accumulated behaviour, built up over time with more than one mishap along the way.  We accept that.  When we learn a new skill, whether it’s how to dance, how to draw or how to write computer programs we start small and build up our knowledge and our skill set as we progress.  I still remember when I was first learning t’ai chi.  I felt like an elephant in ballet slippers, and I had a martial arts background.  Still, I was asking my body to move in different ways than it ever had before.  My favourite instructor approached the t’ai chi set like peeling away layers of an onion, starting with the gross movements and adding to the complexity as we went along.  There are 108 movements the first time you complete the set and 108 movements in the set years later, yet there are layers of complexity built into those movements that the beginning student can’t grasp.  When I was learning how to identify plants and animals in school, there were often very subtle clues that separated one species from another.  Not only did I have to learn a new language (for plants there are several different words for ‘fuzzy’, including downy, pubescent, glaucous and hirstute), but I had to learn how to see in new and different ways.

When we’re learning something new we expect to progress.  We understand that at times there will be frustration and at times there will be breakthrough.  It’s part of the process, and the process is really what it’s all about.  There is no endpoint, whether or not the activity produces a tangible product.  It’s not only that there’s always more to learn, but that the value is in the experience.  Value is built in to every moment.

Now, when it comes to activities and skills expressed in the physical, I’ve been willing to accept and work within those parameters, but for a very long time I haven’t been willing to accept the same ‘learning curve’ when it comes to the metaphysical.  Part of this has been tied up with ideas of ‘perfection’ and part of it was simply from the perspective that I didn’t see it being necessary.  I mean, since we are essentially infinite beings, what is there to learn?  I could accept the learning as a necessary even essential part of being physical, but I didn’t think the same rules should apply to the non-physical as well.  But there’s the kicker… since we are infinite beings who are focusing a part of our essence in this dimension of reality, then everything with which I’m involved comes from that infinite Source.  By definition there is only one All That Is.  Therefore, this process of ‘experiencing’ applies to non-physical as well as physical aspects of my existence.

But I haven’t seen it that way, and so while I’ve had desires for objects, events and experiences, I’ve been pretty rigid in my ideas of what should happen, how, and when.  I still remember one of my teachers telling me, “There is no ‘how’, there just is.”  I wasn’t willing to accept that at the time, because I had an idea that if I could learn ‘how’ to manifest the reality I desired, then the rest would be easy.  I mean, once you know how to walk, you can walk anywhere.  The process is the same even as the environment changes.

Recently, those who guide me have been reminding me that “When you change how you perceive, what you perceive changes.”  And so with that, I’ve been looking for different ways of perceiving what I’ve believed to be.  Years ago, if I set a desire for a house on the ocean and was asked to housesit for a friend, I’d have been disappointed, even angry.  From my perspective, since staying in a house by the ocean and living in a house by the ocean are both equal possibilities in an infinite future, why create one when you want the other?  Whenever I had something come to me that wasn’t exactly what I’d asked for I’d be grateful for it but I’d always circle back around to, “Why this and not that?”  Was the Universe dense?  Not listening?  Intentionally obtuse?  What did I need to learn from disappointment that I hadn’t already learned?  Old ideas…

Sitting in the office of ‘my’ new house right now, things are not exactly as I wish them to be, but a different perspective tells me that here I am closer to my goal than I have ever been before.  When I woke up this morning it was with a thought that the purpose of existence is not to learn, but to experience.  Right now I am experiencing life in a place that’s very close to my desire.  Not perfect, but close.  And in accepting it for what it is, appreciating it, I create a new pivot point whereby I open myself to even more possibilities.  It may be that in a few weeks we’ll go back to our apartment in the north end of the city while we continue to look for new possibilities.  Right now it’s equally possible that we won’t, that our stay here is a bridge to something even better, if we dare allow ourselves to look for it.  Whatever the case, all I have and all I will ever have is right now.  Right now I’m sitting in an office in a beautiful home with Bushtits and a White-crowned Sparrow sitting on the branches outside the window, and a view of the ocean from the front porch.  Life is good.

Hugs,
M&M

“Nevertheless, I feel myself growing out of myself in a certain fashion. My adopted characteristics are becoming too small and cramped to contain my new growth and development and I will move on most certainly to larger psychological quarters. It is not only the physical body we outlive, but the psychological house we have chosen.” ~ The Afterdeath Journal of an American Philosopher, The World View of William James, March 29, 1977.

One of the Energy Medicine Cards, revealed at a crossroads in Marcia’s work day recently:

RELEASING:

Examine your beliefs. Assess your emotions. Wherever there is historical pattern, be willing to throw it out and see anew.

~ Energy Medicine Cards

It is [...]]]>

Hello, Dear Reader:

One of the Energy Medicine Cards, revealed at a crossroads in Marcia’s work day recently:

RELEASING:

Examine your beliefs. Assess your emotions. Wherever there is historical pattern, be willing to throw it out and see anew.

~ Energy Medicine Cards

It is with the prompting of this simple suggestion that our topic was chosen …

Read on…

Follow these links to read what He Says/She Says: Marcia’s View / Mike’s View

Our ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post is a day late this week because we were off visiting our grandchildren yesterday.  Such a wonderful time for us to reconnect with family and to live in the ‘now’ that these little ones experience.   It sparked our topic for this week, the “Sweet [...]]]>

Hello, Dear Reader:

Our ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post is a day late this week because we were off visiting our grandchildren yesterday.  Such a wonderful time for us to reconnect with family and to live in the ‘now’ that these little ones experience.   It sparked our topic for this week, the “Sweet Innocence of Children“.

Hugs,
M&M

Follow these links to read what He Says/She Says: Marcia’s View / Mike’s View

A friend has a deck of meditation cards. You shuffle them while considering a question you want answered or an issue or emotion you want clarified. Since yesterday’s decision to no longer wear the mask of anger (see my blog post Anger = Fear, Masked) I wanted to know where [...]]]>

Hello Dear Ones!

A friend has a deck of meditation cards. You shuffle them while considering a question you want answered or an issue or emotion you want clarified. Since yesterday’s decision to no longer wear the mask of anger (see my blog post Anger = Fear, Masked) I wanted to know where to step next – what direction to take to heal this issue further. The wording on the card was generally this:

“Forgiveness is for you and you alone.”

Forgiveness. My next step. Forgiveness. And in the way it was worded, apparently I need to forgive myself – not the Universe, God or the Divine – not the people who made the decision not to hire me. Just me: me, myself alone. Ha! Easier said than done!

I chose to dream a dream. I revelled in its potential. I did all I could to envision its unfolding, vibrating at what I felt to be peak performance at matching the way I knew I would feel -  I did feel! – taking on the new role in a new job that was custom made and right up my alley. It wasn’t an arrogance, it was a happy confidence I felt!

Then, like other dreams I dared to dream, this one was dropped, to be crushed and broken, laying on the ragged-rocks of reality. If I can’t blame someone or something, then it means I need to turn my attention to myself. Ya, like that’s an easy thing to do! Ha, once again!

How does one forgive oneself, when that self has no idea what s/he has done wrong? Thinking that sentence has the anger rising within me again – feeling the victim to a situation perceived to be beyond my control.

“Breathe. Breathe more slowly. Breathe deeply. Breathe slowly and deeper still,” that’s me talking to me as I release the anger once again.

There has to be a valuable lesson in all this for me! My dear friend, author and visionary, Cindy Teevens inspires me with her soon-to-be published book The Alchemy of Love and Joy. Cindy, through her own personal journey and life experience, teaches us ways to awaken love and joy into our lives.  Cindy, my friend, if you will forgive my pale pun … I certainly could take a page (or many) from your book regarding this very issue! It is time for me to reacquaint myself with the innate state of love and joy within me and grant myself the acceptance of this perceived disappointment as the valuable teaching tool I have chosen it to be. Then forgive myself – not for failing at anything, but for the simple fact of not recognizing sooner the opportunity of learning from the experience.

Moving from anger to acceptance and then from acceptance to forgiveness allows me the grace to move ever closer to a state of love of self and, completing the perfection of the growth, to a place of joy, magic and the marvel of physical existence. Today I am stepping into the potential of seriously forgiving myself. A much better place to be in than I was a mere two days ago …

In Light and with a tinkling glimmer of Laughter!

Marcia

Interesting that last week Mike and I wrote about “When dreams do NOT come true” in our He says/She Says post. Here’s a direct link to my take on the topic … Marcia Says … Notice I talk about being angry.

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Hello Dear Ones!

Interesting that last week Mike and I wrote about “When dreams do NOT come true” in our He says/She Says post. Here’s a direct link to my take on the topic … Marcia Says … Notice I talk about being angry.

The week before, tied in to a Hallowe’en theme, our joint topic was on the masks we wear. Today I’ve had a strong – very strong – inclination to connect the two: anger as a mask.

It’s easier to be angry than it is to be scared. Anger is familiar. It is within my control. I can mumble, grumble, explode, lash out, blame others and the Universe as much as I want.

Fear, on the other hand, leaves me feeling helpless, powerless, lacking in control, weak, vulnerable, even impotent.

Being angry I feel powerful, in control. Being afraid, I feel like a victim.

But the power behind the mask that is anger is still fear: pure and simple. Wearing the mask of bravado covers up my vulnerability. Appearing vulnerable is seen by myself and, from my perspective, by others as a weakness. I don’t like to be seen as less than me at my best. Those in the circle of my life rely on my strength. From my egotistical perspective, they would fall apart if I weren’t the rock and foundation of this family. Those I love dearly have needs and expectations they’ve come to count on. I do not want to lapse into any place less powerful than their needs.

So donning the mask of anger allows me to remain strong in their eyes and in my own.

And yet … though I feel powerful and in control when I wear this mask that is anger, it is all a front – literally and figuratively! My vision is distorted. It is impossible to see with clarity and my peripheral sight is non-existent. Personal features are wooden – there is no variation in facial expressions for others to read. There is no softening of the lines at the eyes and the mouth to present a laughing, caring individual to those near and dear to my heart. There is no flexibility … and the toughness of the exterior face carries down into the heart.

And worst of all, I can’t breathe. The mask covers the nose and disallows oxygen into the lungs … contaminating what air does manage to sneak through the makeshift nasal passages of the mask.

Yet to wear, with open pride, the human emotion of fear is to tell the world that I’m really and truly still a frightened little girl rather than the grown woman I purport to be. I have not let this aspect of my vulnerability show often in my lifetime and hence it is unfamiliar territory – an uncomfortable place to reside – even within my own skin. Not comfortable at all!

Though I still have no answers as to how best to deal with the darker emotions surfacing within me these last few days, I’ve realized that wearing the mask of anger is not the solution.

In Light and with a very good measure of Laughter,

Marcia

BTW: I’m still encouraging folks to watch “Being in the Vortex” by Esther Hicks … a powerful way to start and end every single day!

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A desire arose within Marcia four weeks ago. An ad appeared in the employment section of the local newspaper requesting applications for a position Marcia had both the skill and the passion to tackle. She felt it a perfect job fit and a truly outstanding role. [...]]]>

Hello, Dear Reader:

A desire arose within Marcia four weeks ago. An ad appeared in the employment section of the local newspaper requesting applications for a position Marcia had both the skill and the passion to tackle. She felt it a perfect job fit and a truly outstanding role. Thoughts of moving into this role had her excited! The added advantage of a more remunerative wage than her current position offered, plus medical benefits and other perks had her submitting her revised resume with a very wisely worded, professional cover letter.

She got an interview. In fact, she was the first to be interviewed by a 3-person panel. It went outstandingly well. Marcia felt she set the bar high for all other candidates being considered. As she had been taught and because it felt right, she then sent an e-mail to all 3 interviewers the day after the interview to thank them for their time, their expressed interest and the pleasure and privilege it was for her to have shared with them and learned from them during the process.

Due to a large number of qualified candidates and a week’s unavoidable absence by one of the interviewers, there was a two week wait to hear the results. By the  Thursday of the second week, Marcia thought (at Mike’s wise suggestion) to send a  “Thanks for taking the time to interview me, I’m still interested …” e-mail to each of the 3 interviewers. She was in the midst of composing this e-mail when the telephone rang.

The head interviewer was calling, he said, rather than sending out a mere letter, to advise that the final decision was to hire someone else, however … that each of the interviewers were so impressed with Marcia that they wanted her to know they strongly request she re-apply for any upcoming positions within the same organization.

During the two week wait, Marcia found ways to honour and appreciate the employer she currently has, being grateful for the financial remuneration provided during this tough time, thankful for the colleagues with whom she is working, and pleased to be offering her skills and assistance to all customers. Marcia also focused on high vibrational thoughts, envisioned her presence within the potentially new facility and amongst the staff and saw our finances and security improving happily and healthfully. And then on Thursday, everything came crashing down around her.

As she picks up the pieces of her broken dream, we thought to tackle this issue in this week’s ‘He Says, She Says…‘ post, “When Dreams Do NOT Come True‘.

Hugs,
M&M

Follow these links to read what He Says/She Says: Marcia’s View / Mike’s View