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“Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.” Ovid


I love that quote by Ovid and I keep it on my computer desktop so I can read it often. I’m not sure if it will ever happen to me or not….wake up one day to find that I have ceased to worry, but it might. It is possible, and this quote reminds me of that fantastic possibility. It also helps me stay aware of how my mind often seems to find a kind of perverse pleasure in thinking up new things to be afraid about.

I was shopping last week and found a gift for a friend that I just knew was perfect, so I bought it thinking I’d send it to her rather than waiting to give it to her when we met in November.

All was well as I drove home feeling such delight about my purchase. Then at some point (which I didn’t catch) I imagined her telling me that it was nice of me to think of her, but she didn’t really like it. In my imaginary, unhappy, scenario, I even heard her say that she was so sorry but she just needed to be honest and tell me. I began to feel bad and also think she was ungrateful.

I went to bed that night and forgot about my story but the next day, I saw the gift, wrapped and ready to be mailed and I had a huge desire to unwrap it and look at it again thinking maybe I’d been wrong to buy it. Then I caught myself and backtracked to the first thought, so I tried to change the scenario to seeing her opening the package and loving the gift, but it felt like I was in a tug of war with my mind: one part was trying to imagine a happy ending and the other was holding tightly to an unhappy one.

I decided not to mail the package out until I could stop being concerned (concern, worry, and anxiety are all just words that describe fear) that it wasn’t wanted, and could clearly see happiness all the way around. I eventually did mail the gift, and she loved it, but by the time I mailed it, I realized that the gift was really for me. The entire situation had helped me to see, once again, the power of thought and the power of choosing thoughts.

Not letting my mind dictate a story and have me blindly follow it, believing it to be “the truth”, is a wonderful step to take.

It sounds like such a small and dumb thing when I retell it. I mean, what the heck?! A 59-year-old woman still fretting about such trifles? But the thing fretted over isn’t the heart of the issue. It could just as well be the 2 a.m. thought that a headache is probably brain cancer or the sound of a siren means that someone I love has gotten into a terrible accident. When my mind is creating a sorrowful, frightening, or unhappy scenarios, it wants me to take it seriously. It doesn’t want to be questioned or, god-forbid, laughed at.

One of my funniest examples of this (I think I’ve written about this before but it deserves to be retold) was years ago when I was writing out affirmations. A suggested affirmation for financial success was, “There is no reality in lack”. I wrote this out with a bunch of other affirmations and somehow Jack saw the paper. He was devastated and confused. He thought I’d written, “There is no reality in Jack”. I still laugh when I think about this, but if he had just read it, said nothing, and let his mind run with it? Who knows what would have happened.

Don’t believe every thought you have, especially if the thought makes you feel awful. Imagine happy endings, beginnings and middles… is a lot more fun that way.

One of my newest little paintings for sale on MY ARTWORK PAGE

One of my newest little paintings for sale on MY ARTWORK PAGE

This entry was posted on October 13, 2014. 8 Comments

Getting off my high-horse!

Jeezum Crow is a real north country (upstate NY, VT, and Maine) saying...this is my latest painting and it is for sale on MY ARTWORK PAGE

Jeezum Crow is a real north country (upstate NY, VT, and Maine) saying…this is my latest painting and it is for sale on MY ARTWORK PAGE

“The only truly humane person is the one who admits that he is a rascal.” Alan Watts

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a problem with people who considered themselves to be “good”, blameless, or spiritually advanced. To me, they were the ones who always seemed the most critical, judgemental, and also the most humorless. People who believe that they are holding the rest of us to a higher standard of conduct, always seem a bit menacing below the surface. This is one of the reasons that I generally don’t get involved with groups of clergy. I’ve tried that, and it seemed like a gathering of people all hell-bent on convincing everyone else in the group that they were the most selfless. I believe that it was Jung who said that we are all capable of great good and great harm.

There is an expression, “Get off your high-horse.” I’m not sure where this originated but I like it. I began watching a TV show called, Once Upon A Time, and found that the characters who I enjoyed the most were the ones who were not so sugary sweet or apologizing constantly for not being good enough. I think it is time to be real, to laugh, to play with life and to drop the hard and fast rules about who is good/bad, nice/mean, kind/unkind. If I have to be the good one, then in my mind, I’ve created a bad one. I’ve created someone to fight.

I’m not advocating indulging those petty, mean, or vengeful thoughts but admitting them, at least to ourselves? Bringing them into the light of conscious awareness so we can notice what our minds conjure up? Being real? Laughing at ourselves and admitting that we can be rascals? I say Amen to that!

This entry was posted on October 8, 2014. 7 Comments

World Smile Day

this is a page from my 2015 calendar featuring the work of artist, Erin Smith. I love her sense of humor and cannot wait to put this calendar up!

this is a page from my 2015 calendar featuring the work of artist, Erin Smith. I love her sense of humor and cannot wait to put this calendar up!

I opened up my emails this morning to find one telling me that today is World Smile Day*.  It made me want to smile and that’s when I realized that I probably hadn’t smiled yet since it felt like an effort. I am actually trying to smile as I write this and it still feels forced. So I have my assignment for today: I am going to smile as much as possible. I am going to write, “Smile” on my hand to remind me to do this as well.

I love the idea of World Smile Day and the ripple of happiness, kindness, and love that the creators of this “event” wanted to get started.

* The link to this very sweet blog, Reading With Rhythm (Book reviews from Rhythm the Library dog), is here

A fresh, new, day

Fred, Bodhi adn Noah lounging on the sofa

Fred, Bodhi and Noah lounging on the sofa

The other day while on a run, I was thinking about someone who has been in my life (really just on the periphery) for many years, and how this relationship has always been a struggle. The next thought was that I needed to forgive her. I could feel that I still had a lot of resentment when I thought about her, even though it was pretty much dormant most of the time.

Often, when I realize that I need to take this step in my life and clear up the old, negative, energy that I’ve been carrying around, I’ll imagine sitting face-to-face with the person, seeing and hearing myself say that I forgive them and asking for their forgiveness, but as I began to do the process regarding this woman, it felt wrong. I felt like a victim and it just seemed so serious and uninspired, like, “Here I am the ‘good one’ taking the step of forgiveness because that is what a good, spiritual, person should do.”….yuk.

So I cleared the image and suddenly a new one came to mind: we were sitting face-to-face, but we were laughing and congratulating each other on a game well-played. The words, “You have been a worthy adversary” came out of my mouth and she said them back to me. Then all sorts of other people from my past joined in as well. It was as if my past life had been played on a gigantic game board and I could see myself and everyone else as “players”.

The feeling of liberation was astounding and with it came the thought that I had a choice about how I viewed my life. I could continue to unconsciously compete with people, considering every unpleasant interaction as a personal affront and challenge to me, thus seeing myself as mostly a competitor who needed to win in life (or protect myself from getting hurt) or I could wake up and see that I have been playing a role. I also like the thought that I have the ability to witness this and possibly choose another role, or no role. I really like the thought of dropping all roles, definitions of myself, ideas about who I am and who other people are (or are supposed to be) and to try to show up fresh everyday, ready to see what the world presents and how I respond without thinking about how to do it. I believe this is what it means to be authentic and it sounds like fun to me.



It is a curious fact that people are never so trivial as when they take themselves seriously.’ Oscar Wilde



This entry was posted on September 28, 2014. 7 Comments

entering the mystery

Eleanor sleeping on top of blankets and a large frog pillow (reminds me of the Princess and the Pea)

Eleanor sleeping on top of blankets and a large frog pillow (reminds me of the Princess and the Pea!)

Did you ever have a day where you felt like you didn’t know what to do or which way to turn? Several days ago, this is how I felt. There were many things that I could have done and many things that I should have done and yet I didn’t want to do any of them, so I decided to take a nap, which at the time, felt irresponsible. Lying down on my bed I had the thought, “If I knew that I only had 24 hrs to live, what would I do?” I originally thought I was asking this question of myself because of my seemingly extreme lack of motivation to do anything. The question (I thought) was like a kick in the butt. But what happened next was extraordinary.

As I truly pondered the question, I could see options moving across my inner vision. Would I go to Paris? No. India? No. The special restaurant I’ve been planning to visit? No. There was no place I would go.

The question: What would I do if I only had 24 hrs to live?

The answer: I would see the people who I loved, and I would thank them for being in my life.

I also knew that no matter how much I loved them, I couldn’t attach myself to them for 24hrs….none of us would enjoy that, but I would want to see them and thank them. So I closed my eyes and let the faces of my loved ones come to me. I saw their smiles and I heard their voices. At first I sort of “controlled” who I would see, calling to mind those closest to me, but then others started coming in. People who I’d known years ago, neighbors, casual friends, and some people who I would’ve considered difficult or unpleasant, began to appear in my mind’s eye, and what surprised me most was that I felt only love and gratitude for them. When I imagined that I only had 24 hrs to live, I saw all beings as equally “important” in my life.

This revelation has left an impression on me and has changed me….I’m not quite sure how, but I can feel it. Knowing that if I only had 24 hrs to live, I could somehow drop my preconcieved ideas about people and their “value” in my life, has expanded my consciousness and it was born from a sense that I was wasting time, being lazy, and opting for a nap when I should have been “productive”….


This entry was posted on September 18, 2014. 8 Comments

Back on the path of love…again and again

Good Morning Love!

Good Morning Love! (my latest painting*)

I was sitting here this morning thinking about friendship and a memory popped up from when I was about 11 years old. A girl from my class and I were playing at her house, and when it was time for me to leave, she walked me home. I was about to go into my house when she said, “Now you should walk me home.” I didn’t want to do it and told her that. I can remember feeling like it was a courageous thing to tell someone that I didn’t want to do something that they wanted. She then told me that I wasn’t a friend and that I wasn’t nice. I was devastated….and so I walked her home.

It seemed like I spent the next 40 years of my life trying to be the kind of friend, sister, daughter, mother, wife, employee…(the list could go on and on) who other people wanted me to be, until I lost myself so completely that I feared if someone was mad at me or didn’t like me, I would be somehow cast into the outer darkness of life. I know that this sounds dramatic, but it is how I felt. I wanted to meet everyone’s expectations of what a friend should be, but since everyone was so different, I was living in a constant state of anxiety that I would somehow fall short.

What I had also done, because of my fear of being unliked and unloved, is I’d drawn very critical, unloving, people into my life. I felt like I could never be good enough and so I drew to me people who mirrored this belief and reinforced it. Fear is a powerful force when it goes unrecognized.

As I became more conscious of this, I began to search for my authentic self. I sensed that “she” was inside somewhere and that she wasn’t this insecure, oversolicitous, anxious, person that I had become. I made a decision to discover her and to spend the rest of my life honoring this part of me; to look for what I was doing right instead of wrong and to honor my inner voice instead of trying to get others to like me. When the fears about what I thought someone was thinking about me crept in I would say to myself, “It isn’t important if ‘they’ like me or not. It is only important if I like me.” I began to try to think kind thoughts about myself and to try not speculate about what others were thinking about me.

The more that my mind cleared (and the mind will always clear when we begin to think thoughts of harmony, kindness, happiness and peace) the more I could see that these people, who I had tried so hard to please, were not just unhappy with me. As I took a step back, I could see that they were pretty much unhappy with everyone and lived in a state of conflict and struggle with the world…just as I had. I also realized that they had played an important role in my life; they were simply the outpicturing of my thoughts about myself…and often my thoughts about them.

I don’t want to make it sound like now, I don’t care what anyone thinks of me or that I am totally serene and secure within myself at all times. But what I do now is I catch it sooner when I am feeling like I am wrong or bad or unlovable. When I find myself in one of these unhappy states of mind, with a little investigation, I can see that these feelings are coming from my own thoughts about myself or others and I know that it is time for a course correction…it’s time to take my own hand and gently direct myself back to the path of loving, gentle, kind, encouraging, thoughts.



“One day a girl told me of her difficulties in working with her employer. She was convinced that he unjustly criticized and rejected her very best efforts. Upon hearing her story, I explained that if she thought him unfair, it was a sure sign that she herself was in need of a new conversation piece. There was no doubt but that she was mentally arguing with her employer, for others only echo that which we whisper to them in secret.
She confessed that she argued mentally with him all day long. When she realized what she had been doing, she agreed to change her inner conversations with her employer. She imagined that he had congratulated her on her fine work, and that she in turn had thanked him for his praise and kindness. To her great delight, she soon discovered that her own attitude was the cause of all that befell her. The behavior of her employer reversed itself. It echoed, as it had always done, her mental conversations with him.” Neville Goddard


*This painting and others are for sale on MY ARTWORK PAGE




This entry was posted on September 15, 2014. 7 Comments

All is well and a give-away!

I had an extra copy of this book, so it is the "give away"

I had an extra copy of this book, Dying To Be Me: My journey from cancer, to near death, to true healing,by Anita Moorjani, so it is the “give away”. If you would like it, all you need to do is comment by telling us one thing that happened in your life that you felt wasn’t a good thing but turned out well. I’ll pick a random winner tomorrow 9/9.

Our oil company overfilled the oil tank when they made our delivery last week. The man caught his mistake before too much oil spilled out, but even a little bit of fuel oil smells bad, and the odor-killing powder that they put down smelled really strong as well. I spent most of the next few days removing things from the basement so they wouldn’t be ruined, and washing the clothing and bedding that we had stored down there.

When it first happened, I felt somewhat overwhelmed but quickly began to say to myself, “This must be for me, what is the gift?

I’d been wanting to clean out the basement  for at least a year but kept putting it off…I just never felt motivated enough. Suddenly the motivation was right in front of me and not only did I need to clean it, I wanted to. It felt wonderful and freeing to get rid of so many things that I’d been saving just in case I wanted or needed them at some future time.

Bags of books, paintings, mirrors, pot and pans, dishes, sheets, and clothing are all now someplace where they are truly wanted and needed: Goodwill.

“…after my NDE (near death experience) things got a whole lot easier. I no longer feared death, cancer, accidents, or any of the myriad things that used to concern me…I detach myself from preconceived outcomes and trust that all is well.” pg 128 from the book, Dying to be Me” by Anita Moorjani