Accepting ourselves and finding that place of absolute surrender to the flow of life is one way of making peace with our self. It may be that some need to throw self forgiveness into this mix as well.
Do what you need to do to find peace within.
Blessings.
I saw this poster and even though my blog was about Peace yesterday, I thought the poster was a road map about getting to peace.
Peace of mind, to me, means, “don’t worry, be happy”. The idea of no worries is very appealing. How do you shut off the worry about kids, spouses, parents, jobs, etc.? How do you find a place where none of those things are part of your immediate consciousness? Is there a way?
What do you do?
Blessings.
Again, this idea of PEACE keeps rolling through my mind. Is it because of all the fighting in the Middle East and Russia and the Ukraine? I do not know. What I do know is that I feel gratitude for living in Canada, in Alberta, in my house, with my husband and dogs, and with friends close by.
Peace has so many meanings. For me, it is about contentment, quiet, and harmony, and the feeling of security. I know for some folks, peace is about having a full stomach, clothes, and a place to sleep.
Peace seems to be a theme that is running through the world right now.
Blessings.
The message that the Angels were trying to impress upon me is – you do not need to try harder for anyone other than yourself. This poster popped up when I was mulling over whether to commit to taking several classes this fall.
My first instinct was to say that I don’t need more classes; I can probably teach most of them. However, the credentials look good on one’s resume. More importantly, taking classes will cut into the evenings that I want to do other things in.
Blessings.
The Angels seem to want to impress upon me that life is quite good – even if I am tired and if I am a bit whiny (whine goes with cheese) about what I have to do.
I do think this life is amazing. I am very happy where I live, with my friends and family, and with my team at work. I feel lucky to be experiencing life at this time. I am thankful for my husband and my dogs. I am thankful for my sisters and my brothers. I am blessed to have so many great friends and colleagues.
I commit to stopping to smell the roses. I commit to “not solving every problem” for the team. I commit to letting the dust bunnies grow ears. I commit to sitting in silence for a bit each day.
Blessings.
The Angels used this poster to remind me that there is more to life than working, regardless of what there seems to be to do. There is always work to do for clients.
The message was:
Dearest One, we call to you and say that you need not hunch over your computer for so many hours. Stand up. Breathe! Fill your lungs with oxygen and light. Remember that you are a Divine being as is everyone that you work with. You are more than what you see in the moment.
Relax! Remember to find the time to stretch, to move around, and to fill your heart with gratitude that you can do these things. Find time to do a short meditation or prayer. It will rejuvenate you and let your heart sing. Loving thoughts to you.
Blessings.
I have had a very busy week, and I really have not had time to blog. I am sorry about that because I enjoy my blogging sessions, and I love getting the emails and comments from everyone.
Thank you to all of you that shared stories with me this past week. By the way, if you are okay with me sharing your story, please let me know in the email. Some of you have very special stories that should be told.
So what have I been doing? We have three people away on vacation, and I have been doing extra work to help cover off our clients. If the work can be done in the evening after I do some of my regular work, then that is when I do it.
I think I am back on schedule! Thanks for your patience.
Blessings.
I was walking my dogs this morning with my friend who is an Estimator at a large construction company. We talked about dreams. Hers, she says, gets squashed constantly by the petty politics of the men around her.
To me, the pettiness, whether in men of women, is the pebble that is in your show, and makes walking difficult. Normally, you can dump out the pebble in your shoe. What do you do with people around you?
Some thoughts are:
Blessings.
What ever befalls us during the day, we can be sure that we are seeing a mirror of something that is going on within ourselves. WE CREATE our own reality here on Earth. There are some very interesting books being written on that topic right now. We perceive and we see as we need to as we try to move through life.
We would all like to walk through life with grace and ease. However, the car breaks down, the kids are sick, our job is a pain, and it goes on. How do we achieve that grace?
Acknowledge that life happens, and it is all a dream.
Blessings.
This lovely poster is beautiful in both thought and design. It speaks of the way of the Angels… those beings that work with us at our request, and who do not interfere if they are not called upon.
At work, we often talk about the differences in our clients. We differentiate between those that are kind and those that are political. The Kind clients help each other and help us to get the work done quickly and easily. They are polite and say please and thank you, and always have fun in what they are doing. We come away invigorated.
The political client is one that does things if it has a direct or indirect benefit to themselves. They are not kind to one another, and generally do not socialize. They are bullies, or self protective. Working there is difficult because one cannot get a straight answer. They throw up road blocks. A day in this environment feels like three.
Overtime, we work to weed out the clients that take too much energy. Sometimes, we have to do that with our friends. Who or what is sapping your energy today?
Blessings.
Everyday is a choice. You are able to choose between this and that, the long way or the short way, or between the straight and narrow and the long, hilly, winding road. The straight road indicates that you know your destination. The destination is reached and you chose the next destination. The winding road shows that you are not certain about your direction, your destination, or even that you know how to drive!
What are some of the tools that you require to move directly from A to B?
Blessings.
Walking through the downtown area, I look around. I see that there are thirty story or more, towers for working and for living in. I see big parking lots that ask prices of thirty-five dollars a day. I see cranes and construction equipment, chain link fences, and security guards. I see very little in the way of green space, chirping birds, or bees and dragonflies.
I saw the poster above and put it through my thought process. I think that this poster not only talks about the individual, but about humankind. As we build and move forward with designs that are supposed to improve our lives, I think we are actually moving to a place where we are losing who we are – the caretakers of the earth.
Blessings.
It seems the world gets a little crazier each day. Common courtesy goes by the wayside. What causes that to happen? Adults are worse than children. They walk in front of you without “excuse me” or “sorry”. They cut others off in traffic and believe it is their right to do so. They are cruel to others with one hand even when they make donations to a charity with the other.
This blessing is offered to everyone, to help you make it through the day with grace and ease.
Blessings.
Figure 1 – this comes from Wikipedia
Harvest
August, with its clouds of scented blooms,
August, with its great stacks of giant clouds,
August, with corn plants standing like rows of soldiers,
August, with watermelons, full and heavy, dozing in the sun,
August.
August, remember swimming in the lake?
August, remember baby Alice daintily eating berries from the vine?
August, remember Richie playing with the goat?
August, remember Donald practicing on his new saxophone?
August.
August, and its lightening laced sky,
August, and newlyweds Pat and Chet decorating their first home,
August, and Billy the Brave, Billy the Fearless, on his two wheel bike,
August, and shimmering memories hanging like drops of dew,
August.
August, the bountiful, August the full,
August, Mama hot, but smiling, over a platter of succulent roast chicken,
August, Daddy mixing her a frosty mint julep,
August, blessed harvest of memories,
August.
Mary Naylor
Blessings.
