I am creating something new – and I’m calling it a DreamBook. It’s an interactive version of a vision board, making space for progressive revelation.
I’ve started with heavy weight sketch/art paper and am creating pages in the categories of life, like the Circle of Life exercise I use in my coaching or perhaps like the Feng Shui Bagua. So it’s areas like Home, Health, Abundance and Love but then you take it from there to suit your needs. For example, I’m combining Work/Career with Creativity and including many emotional issues in the Health Department and calling it Wellbeing. The categories are flexible – they are your categories.
And because life is moving as fast as it is, and transforms in the blink of an eye, I’m putting it all together with a ring that opens and closes. You can expand the sections, insert or remove pages, change your mind, add and subtract. You can use magazine pictures and words, add drawings, stickers, your own photographs, quotes and comments. You can take out a category and hang it up to focus on or write a new chapter of your book anytime.
And you can include your wildest dreams, not just your current vision. Maybe it’s more like a 5 or 10-year plan. Or a forever future. It’s based on the belief that if we take action and create, we can move in the direction of making our dreams come true. There will surely be changes along the way – re-calculating as they say. It has much more to do with the process than the eventual outcome. Three cheers for creativity!
Bunnies have been coming my way for quite some time and in numerous ways. When I was about 4 or 5 I got baby rabbits for Easter. They soon got very big and my Dad built a big hutch out back. I dutifully served my bunnies lettuce and water every day. Now I see them on my morning walks. This little guy was frozen in position as rabbits are want to do, but made a great photo shot.
Among other things, rabbits represent creativity. Reminders to express ourselves. If you don’t like something about your life, create something new. If you have a story to tell, a picture to share or a song to sing….go for it. As Wayne Dyer said, “Don’t die with your music still in you.”
I pulled into a parking space the other day and the license plate on the car in front of me said, CREATE. When the universe wants to get its message across, it spares no effort. I am creating photo cards, a renewed sense of wellbeing and an interactive vision for my own future.
What are you creating?
Adults talk about authenticity, living your full potential, dealing with your subconscious issues and discovering who you really are.
All valid, but it occurs to me that maybe kids say it best.
This is on my morning walk, so I’m getting the message over and over. I love it that these are the kinds of catch phrases the younger generation is using. I suppose I’m dating myself, but we never wrote messages like this in my day.
Be the one and only unique and divine YOU!
These daisies are a tribute to a brave soul who recently passed from a tragic fire in Russia. She was a determined spirit with a heart of generosity.
I really didn’t know her personally. But I know her because of the wonderful stories of her dedication and love for others. Sometimes we feel close to someone because they have touched so many other lives. There are many individual daisies here but they are touching one another so gently.
No matter distance or even intimate knowledge of one another’s lives, we remain so closely connected. And despite the annoyances, social media has brought us together in an previously unimaginable way.
May your hearts expand today.
This bunny is hard to see as he is disguising himself as a mulch rock. His little eyes were watching me as I framed him in a photo. When he heard the click of the smartphone camera, he took off.
What followed next was like an animated cartoon. A black and white cat, who had been stealthily watching him from somewhere behind both of us, took off after him. That little cotton ball tail was bouncing, with the cat in full pursuit. Down the block they went flying over sidewalks and lawns. The cat’s long legs were racing, but that little bunny was quite a bit faster.
Once I caught up to where I’d seen them round the next corner, I saw a glimpse of black and white well hidden behind a bush, crouched and ready for more fun. And the bunny? Nowhere to be found.
The tiny click of my camera doesn’t seem like much of an alert, but it proved to be the impetus for that bunny. Sometimes the message of alert we receive is quiet and almost unnoticeable. Sometimes it comes from the least expected source.
However it was a reminder to me to listen. Listen carefully. Don’t doubt the messages you are getting, wherever they may come from. You may be alerted to danger or to a bit of fun. You may discover a clue to the next step on your journey or to an amazing inspired opportunity.
Another way to open the heart….the magnificent back roads of Montana.
Between me and the future, only sky. Occasionally a pickup truck or a cow. Impossible to even breathe it all in.
Thousands of others visit in the summer, heading to the national parks.
I prefer the quiet places where I can hear the sounds of silence and relish the untarnished beauty.
Whatever brings you back to your center, your inspiration….that is your destination.
The color of this rose today drew me in, captured my heart. Deep, as where we go to be our real selves, where authenticity emerges. And rich, like memories which cannot be erased.
The last time I spoke to my Dad was on Father’s Day two years ago. We had such an opportunity together. I left home at 18 and was gone for many years. Because of multiple family situations, my Dad and I had time to catch up and get to know each other all over again during the last ten years.
We did simple things together. Like sandwiches and coffee at the little cafe downtown, where my Dad grew up. He liked the place so much because he remembered it as a candy shoppe when he was a boy. He and his dad would drive in from the country and sell them their homegrown strawberries and sit at the counter and eat ice cream. He always told that story when we were there.
My Dad passed a few days after that Father’s Day, as I was on my way to see him. I was in the Minneapolis airport when I got the call. Despite the distance, I felt wholly connected with him in those deep, rich moments. I was between planes…..and so was he!
May the deep richness of life embrace you.
How to be so sweet and fiercely wild all at once? One of life’s mysteries. The petals so tender, as if they could be crushed by the tiny hand of a child. But the bush itself wild and free, perhaps planted but springing up with a mind of its own, blooming when it feels like it. And just to make sure, thorns to stay protected from being plucked.
And why look for life’s metaphors everywhere? Because I for one become lighter and more in love with God’s creation. I want to stand fiercely against all that is causing pain in the world, the evil that abounds. I want to be free to create, imagine and bloom. And just to make sure, I too carry the thorns of truth and shy not from speaking my mind.
May we all breathe free!
For many years, I have been finding pennies – sidewalks, parking lots, shiny, not so shiny, in the dirt, among the rocks, etc. Twice I have found folded dollar bills (and I knew the message was extra important. In all cases, I have felt that I was being reminded that I was on the right track.
During the last 3 or 4 weeks I have been finding dimes. This strikes me as quite unusual. I pick out a parking place in a large lot, get out of my car and right there next to my foot is the third dime in a row. Something is going on here! A friend sent me some information about the symbolic meaning. Dimes represent fresh starts, coming full circle and returning to our center. More importantly to me, dimes have come to mean shiny opportunities once thought lost, and are considered beacons of promise.
As a child, I was a reader. When so many others were out playing sports and doing all the after school activities, I was in my room reading. When I left home and began to travel to New York and London, my goal was to be a writer. Destiny, of course, took me in lots of different directions and required some tough spiritual lessons along the way. I never gave up on the idea, but I had numerous roads to travel first and the goal became a distant dream.
And so I realize the message of the dimes… after so many years, I can place my focus back on writing. An opportunity once thought lost has come full circle. Whether it be blog or story, coaching article or novel, I love to share my thoughts and stories through writing. The universe, as always, through dimes or dollars, kindly reminds us of our purpose, our direction and that we are being watched over and blessed.
One fine spring morning, these two ducks were jet speeding on a cloud. The sky was in the water and the pond was a blue glassy mirror of heaven. Ah, how we are in need of changing perspective, swimming on clouds, walking on water. Change is delightful for a few moments but can we get used to living upside down?
It occurred to me recently that we often say we love change, want things to be different, yearn for a new perspective, a shift in reality. But when it happens we suddenly feel Wait a minute! and realize we need more time, more patience, more courage to get used to the new and unfamiliar. Yes, it can all happen at once in the blink of an eye but what happens to our memories, our regular routine, our previous preferences?
Maybe the key is Acceptance and the deep understanding that all things change. We are not here permanently, this is a visit that seems infinite only in the present moment. The fabric of our lives, however, is constantly changing texture, color and meaning. We are traveling higher and deeper at once. We think we are walking the earth and digging in the soil, but we are also speed swimming on clouds. Shifting. Stretching ourselves. Seeing farther. Getting clues and whispered messages that often change everything. The only real lesson may be to stay alert and be ready.