2 things:
1 - The next time I went into the Pret a Manger to get a chai, he didn't give it to me for free but he did give me a large for the price of a regular. At first he said, "What size do you want?" and before I could answer, he said, "Oh yeah! You're getting a large for the regular price." And when he presented me with the chai with the perfect cinnamon star on top, he paused and said, "Let's have a moment of silence for this," and I said, "What a masterpiece!" and we giggled. When I left the shop, I was smiling and feeling lighter.
2 - In case you're wondering, no, I am not always in the flow or tuned into the positive energy or happy-go-lucky. In fact, it is a constant discipline for me to bring myself back there. And sometimes I deliberately choose not to bring myself there because I can see there's too much of what I like to call "static on the line" - meaning, I'm too flummoxed and cranky to go right to joy or appreciation. So it's better to go deeper into the cranky first. Today I woke up later than anticipated (after having spent too much time watching TV and going to bed too late last night) and was feeling generally cranky and displeased to be awake and in my life. So instead of proceeding with my plans for the day, I decided it was time to do something about how I was feeling, since I have noticed an increased tendency to medicate myself with TV or other avoidance tactics over the past few days.
So I wrote a long thing about everything I was frustrated about and scared about and hated myself over, etc., etc. And by the end I had such insight into what the overall, underlying issues were, and such appreciation for how much I'm growing. And eventually I got sort of tired of that head space and wanted to come back to the other side. So I did. But I wouldn't have been able to do so if I hadn't fully allowed myself to go into the dark side. Writing, venting, crying - whatever it takes.
And that exercise did not solve all of my problems in an hour but it did shift my consciousness, so I know the rest of my day will be rooted in an entirely different emotional and mental space, which will affect my mood AND my productivity.
Ta ta for now!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Bad-Ass Bug Battler Starring in a Movie!
Hi All,
Just a quick note to let you know that a filmmaker friend of mine, who has recently been making films about modern-day goddesses, was so taken with the Bad-Ass Bug Battler character that she has decided to make her the central character in her next film. Whee!!!
Stay tuned for more details . . .
Just a quick note to let you know that a filmmaker friend of mine, who has recently been making films about modern-day goddesses, was so taken with the Bad-Ass Bug Battler character that she has decided to make her the central character in her next film. Whee!!!
Stay tuned for more details . . .
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Why Butterfly story in upcoming anthology
By the way, abundance is coming to me in a multitude of expected and unexpected ways, one of which is that my first posting on this blog (Why Butterfly?) will be published as part of an anthology entitled Audacious Creativity, which will be out in the next couple of months. I am honored by this development, which happened rather synchronistically and effortlessly.
Stay tuned for updates on the anthology, and information on the wonderful teachers included in it.
Stay tuned for updates on the anthology, and information on the wonderful teachers included in it.
I'm Being Helped
Last night I did a ritual to tune into the energetic power of 11/11. It was designed by an energy healer I know named Jennifer Matthews. Today I've been repeating some mantras/affirmations that are connected to that ritual. In addition, I said my prayers this morning and pulled a Goddess card (Doreen Virtue's deck). The Goddess card was Abundantia, which basically means abundance and prosperity is coming to you. Instead of scoffing at this card, like I did last time I pulled it a week or two ago (thinking, "Yeah right! I'm not seeing any abundance. Why do you keep getting this card? It's such a crock!"), I read the various meanings to myself slowly, and rejoiced that I had received the card and set the expectation that this would be true for me today.
And I set a plan for what money I was going to spend for the day, and on what.
On my way to work, I noticed that the scaffolding had been removed from the front facade of one of the blocks that I walk on every day to get to work. It was so refreshing to have so much light on that sidewalk, and to see the front of the building, which is quite beautiful, with metal scrolling and various other embellishments on it (the building is near Grand Central Station, you may be familiar with this style of some of the buildings near there). I decided to go into Pret a Manger to buy myself some lunch, even though I was late for work, because five more minutes wouldn't make a big difference and I was very hungry.
The guy who rang me up asked why I didn't buy any coffee with my meal and I told him I don't usually drink coffee, so he suggested coming back later today for a chai. He told me he makes the best chai. I asked him when he works until. He said 3:30. I decided I just might go back, even though chai wasn't in my spending plan for the day. He was so charming and I thought it'd be fun to return as a little break in my day.
Of course I almost forgot until at about 3, I started to get a little sleepy and hungry. So, I went back, and he remembered me right away and said, "You're here for the chai." I smiled and nodded "yes." And I waited while he finished helping another customer. Every time the other guy behind the counter asked if someone needed help, I waved the other people behind me in line forward, saying, "I'm being helped." That felt lovely.
And before I knew it, I was presented with a beautiful, foamy chai latte with a star design in cinnamon atop the foam, and my friend was singing "Happy Birthday" to me, and I was blushing. Both men smiled. I told my friend that my birthday wasn't for another three weeks. When he rang me up, he discounted my chai because it was my first time trying his chai. Then the other guy, who I think is the manager, adjusted it and the register read "$0.00," because, he said, "It was my first time."
When I exclaimed how kind that was, they said to tell all their friends. Then my friend said, "Then they'll all come wanting it for free." I assured him that part would be our little secret.
This made my day. And it felt like a sign that I'm tuning into the stream of pure, positive energy and abundance.
"I'm being helped." How true that is.
A side note: When I returned to work and shared with my (male coworker) what had happened, he kept asking if the guys at Pret had wanted my phone number in return, and he said they were hitting on me. That may or may not be the case, but why is it that men so often assume the worst about other men? Have we forgotten that flirtation can be innocent and fun and light, without expectations or bargains involved? As Regena Thomashauer, aka Mama Gena, says, flirting is defined as "enjoying oneself in another's company." After all, eros is the life force and we can all use a little extra shot of it every now and then in the midst of the work day, within reason, of course.
And I set a plan for what money I was going to spend for the day, and on what.
On my way to work, I noticed that the scaffolding had been removed from the front facade of one of the blocks that I walk on every day to get to work. It was so refreshing to have so much light on that sidewalk, and to see the front of the building, which is quite beautiful, with metal scrolling and various other embellishments on it (the building is near Grand Central Station, you may be familiar with this style of some of the buildings near there). I decided to go into Pret a Manger to buy myself some lunch, even though I was late for work, because five more minutes wouldn't make a big difference and I was very hungry.
The guy who rang me up asked why I didn't buy any coffee with my meal and I told him I don't usually drink coffee, so he suggested coming back later today for a chai. He told me he makes the best chai. I asked him when he works until. He said 3:30. I decided I just might go back, even though chai wasn't in my spending plan for the day. He was so charming and I thought it'd be fun to return as a little break in my day.
Of course I almost forgot until at about 3, I started to get a little sleepy and hungry. So, I went back, and he remembered me right away and said, "You're here for the chai." I smiled and nodded "yes." And I waited while he finished helping another customer. Every time the other guy behind the counter asked if someone needed help, I waved the other people behind me in line forward, saying, "I'm being helped." That felt lovely.
And before I knew it, I was presented with a beautiful, foamy chai latte with a star design in cinnamon atop the foam, and my friend was singing "Happy Birthday" to me, and I was blushing. Both men smiled. I told my friend that my birthday wasn't for another three weeks. When he rang me up, he discounted my chai because it was my first time trying his chai. Then the other guy, who I think is the manager, adjusted it and the register read "$0.00," because, he said, "It was my first time."
When I exclaimed how kind that was, they said to tell all their friends. Then my friend said, "Then they'll all come wanting it for free." I assured him that part would be our little secret.
This made my day. And it felt like a sign that I'm tuning into the stream of pure, positive energy and abundance.
"I'm being helped." How true that is.
A side note: When I returned to work and shared with my (male coworker) what had happened, he kept asking if the guys at Pret had wanted my phone number in return, and he said they were hitting on me. That may or may not be the case, but why is it that men so often assume the worst about other men? Have we forgotten that flirtation can be innocent and fun and light, without expectations or bargains involved? As Regena Thomashauer, aka Mama Gena, says, flirting is defined as "enjoying oneself in another's company." After all, eros is the life force and we can all use a little extra shot of it every now and then in the midst of the work day, within reason, of course.
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