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Where Is Joy?

Waking up this morning, I allowed some negative thoughts to creep into my otherwise focused psyche and I knew I'd better get a grip on these quickly as I also know all too well how their influence will ruin not just my day, but my life.

As I clicked off the alarm clock, I turned and gave an affectionate squeeze to Jack the Corgi who was snoozing, snuggly and warm beside me on the flannel sheets.

Stumbling into the kitchen and dodging the doggie toys on the floor from playtime the night before, I filled the coffee pot, poured the water into the brewer and stood looking out the window waiting for the sky to show what color it decided to be today. Hints of blue were peeking through the yellow leaves on my autumn trees and the day's first spark of optimism washed over me. Relief. I was back on track.

I've been facing some challenges in my life lately with finances and health issues. I know from many years of experience and especially after discovering the laws of attraction, that everything is always going to be fine. Everything is happening at exactly the pace it's supposed to. Nothing that "seems" negative actually is, as these situations are really the Universe moving in it's perfect way, to bring all that I believe is mine to me. There are lessons to be learned along the way. Still...every day I wake up searching for a bit of inspiration to make me a believer once again.

I've read or heard so many times from so many different authors, prophets or friends that no monetary thing brings us joy. Regardless of our circumstance, the true joy is ever present in our hearts and outward appearances cannot affect this if we are truly joyful. Seeing that bit of pale blue sky as the earth rolled around once again to bless me with another day...that is where my joy began today.

As I waited for the coffee to finish brewing and let the aroma fill my senses, I realized that there was joy there also. I thanked the Universe for making me the kind of person who can appreciate that and gave thanks again for having the coffee to brew in the first place. Then the floodgate opened. I thought about the two people who have so graciously employed me, allowing me to work from my home office...each of us having our own dream and each of us helping each other to achieve them. I thought about how miraculous is was for the Universe to have placed in my path... two people who have the same belief system that I do. After a very important lesson on trust, in a short amount of time I was blessed with two people who are incredibly trustworthy. Yes...this was real joy also.

As I sat at my desk and read the morning's emails, sent my responses and sipped my coffee, I heard a "thump" and Jack the Corgi had jumped off the bed and waddled into the office. His little stub of a tail was wagging so enthusiastically that it made his whole hind end sway back and forth. I greeted him with cooing words that a mother greets a toddler with, crawled onto the floor with him and just basked in his love for a little while...loving him right back. I thought about how unconditionally this little creature loves me. No cares about morning breath or if my hair is brushed. He's just downright elated to see me...treating every morning like it was his first day with me. It wasn't the first time I've told myself how like him I strive to be. My heart filled with joy again.

I brushed my teeth and hair and put on my coat and hat. I dressed the Corgi in his halter and leash, grabbed my cane and off we went for our morning stroll. The brisk autumn air filled my lungs and Jack was searching for renegade squirrels in between sniffing the shrubbery. I looked at the fall colors splashing against the now brilliant blue sky and reminded myself of all that is good. It's a daily thing with me. I walk out that door and look around...and I remember how small yet how infinite I am all at the same time. Jack and I walked the long route this morning...the one that lets us peek in between the houses to view the canal. We can hear the ducks and smell the earth and there's no rush to get anywhere imparticular. We're just...being.

As I strolled and he sniffed, once again I thought about all the beauty that exists in my life. Right now. Right this minute. I allowed myself to just live in the "now" being joyful for the love and family I have...the wonderful friends and neighbors I get to share my life with and the truth of the promise. The promise of everything my heart desires being delivered to me as long as I keep believing. ASK....BELIEVE....RECEIVE. That's all I have to keep doing. I've already asked...the Universe knows exactly what I desire. As long as I continue on the path and work toward those goals the best that I can...there's nothing that can stop my good from coming to me...and there's nothing that HAS stopped my good from being here now.

I've never had to look beyond the end of my nose to find the joy. It's here...a faithful sentinel waking with me every morning to remind me that it's always existed. So even if I get up in the morning unsure about what the future might hold, joy gently and lovingly takes me by the shoulders and leads me on it's familiar path...keeping me in the "now" and letting me dream my dreams knowing that they've all just been waiting for me to accept them.

Hugger, Not A Shaker

Hugger, Not A Shaker

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A path we all travel

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A story from Denise McCall

“WEIRDO MAGNET”

I’m sure that it’s not the first time you’ve seen or heard someone declare herself a “weirdo magnet”. Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not producing this blurb as yet another bitter woman’s proclamation that the only kind of men out there are broken, warped beings who walk the earth for the sole purpose of causing women to look over their shoulder constantly and check that the door is locked three times before going to bed. No. I may be putting a new twist on an old cliché.

From just beyond my toddler years, I seem to have a recollection of bringing home “strays” of every kind. Whether they were wounded birds, fallen squirrels or abandoned cats and dogs, I had a knack of tugging on my mother’s heart strings until she said we could keep it…what ever “it” was…until they were better or the owner came to claim them. Those were some fond memories now that I think about them again.

As I grew older, my need to give care to anything “broken” and my capacity for doing so, grew along with me. At any given time one would find at the very least, a few cats and a dog or two who had taken up household in our all too humble habitats. Who would have known that those furry critters were building a fortress…a haven for all of the Universe’s creatures to be welcomed, nurtured and loved despite their handicaps? I certainly didn’t think about it until the stress of it caught up with me one adult day.

Unwittingly, my love for furry critters evolved into a love of the not so furry ones also. I love people. In so loving people, I still to this day will strike up a conversation in the check out line at the grocery store or even yell across the street to the neighbors passing by. I love them. I want to hear the resonance in their voice as they talk to me. I want to see the expressions on their face as they share an experience of the day…no matter if the experience was happy, sad or indifferent. I think it’s funny when I see a piece of their lunch still clinging to one of their teeth and I wonder what made them so busy that they didn’t notice. I look at their countenance and study every little nuance from the color of their hair (or roots) to the kind of shoes they’re wearing. I still want to know all the people I can. It’s a strange hunger I suppose but I just can’t seem to get enough of them.

Sorry about the digression…back to the stress thing.

One evening as I was begrudgingly cooking dinner, my late husband came into the kitchen knowing that something was wrong with me. He knew something was wrong because it was a rare occasion that I cooked ANYTHING begrudgingly. There were a number of political issues going on in the church we attended and one of my dearest friends and myself, seemed to be in the mix of it. She had never kept it secret that she suffered from mental illness. In my eyes, despite her self- proclaimed “handicap” she was indeed a very strong woman. Perhaps, however, I overestimated her. I was accustomed to seeing her “manic” side and after years of knowing her, was now privy to experiencing her “depressive” side. Seeing this threw everything I’d known about her, off balance. I was sad. I was stressed out because I didn’t know how to handle this other personality of hers and any reaction I was giving her was met with her disapproval. I didn’t want to see the foundation of a friendship that was years in the making, crumble to the ground.

This is when my late husband presented me with one of the most valuable wisdom pearls I’ve ever received. He told me like it was…and is. He honestly told me without mincing words, that I am a weirdo magnet.

Now you’re probably thinking the same thing I was…that THAT was a hell of a thing to tell your wife. But he meant it in a most loving way and I’m thankful that I stayed calm enough to hear him out.

He told me that in the 20 plus years he’d known me, people like my dear friend were always drawn to me. They were first drawn to me by my beauty and openness, and they were secondly drawn to me because of my power. My strength, he told me, is what gave me my power. He likened me as the candlelight that the moths are drawn to. With a giant lump in my throat, he continued on…reminding me of people and times in my life that supported his proven theory about me. What more could I say to that? How does one get angry at that title when it’s stated about one so beautifully? I couldn’t say anything except to hug him and tell him that he was my best friend. I then politely and lovingly accepted that truth about myself.

I love thinking about this pivotal moment in my time on this plane because it was yet another piece of evidence that the law of attraction was at work in my life long before I even realized it. Again I will tell my reader that studying, practicing and training myself to “live the law” hasn’t caused the events in my life to change. It’s done much more than that. It’s taught me to LOOK at the events in a different way. I look at the fact that I may be a weirdo magnet in a completely different way because of that day with my husband.

I’m closer than ever with my dear friend who endured that church experience with me. We’ve both traveled our spiritual paths together and have grown as not only human beings, but as spirits having a human experience. So who’s the weirdo and who’s the magnet? It doesn’t really matter. Hopefully we are all weirdoes…and all magnets at any given time. The important thing is that we’re all in it together…attracted to each other…sometimes being the moth…and other times being the flame.

Shine on!