Tag Archive | it is never too late

decisions, decisions…or maybe not

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Fred on the counter yesterday morning…looking like he belongs there!

Jack and I have wanted to move for a while, but since this isn’t happening as quickly as we’d like, we’ve decided to open a small shop/gallery in the studio space on our property. It will be called Little Wing Shop and Gallery. We’ll have artwork of our own and antiques, including furniture, mirrors, scales and other interesting and old things for sale. Jack’s store will be open as well since he isn’t closing it until the end of October.

Today, it just felt like the right time to set a date to open. We’ve decided that we can get ready in 7 weeks (6 weeks seemed too little and 8 much). On Saturday, June 10th at 10 a.m., we will open our doors and welcome all who feel drawn stop by.

Our address is 148 Dunbar Rd. Cambridge, NY 12816, and it’s about 3 miles from downtown Cambridge. Please feel free to email me at mmuncil@verizon.net or call me at 802-233-4997 if you have any questions. I’ll post more about this before the big day.

I don’t know whether this shop/gallery is a “divine” idea or not. Many times, when things are right, I’ve had a feeling of uncertainty. Often my guidance seems clearer when what I’m considering is a no…but the yesses are things that I have to begin and then trust that the way will unfold and the next step will be given. No matter what happens though, I will not worry about it.

Below is a photograph that I just took of the studio space. I’m finishing up painting the walls.

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“The direct path might seem long, because the mind tells you of a distance and mesmerizes you with its proof. When you believe that thought, you feel the exhaustion that accompanies it, the heaviness, the stress. But the direct path isn’t long. In fact, there’s no distance to it at all. Where are you going, other than where you are right now? How can you go anywhere else? The direct path means realizing that the beginning and end of every journey is where you always are. You can’t make a decision. You can only experience a story about how you made it. Decisions make themselves; they’re happenings; they come when the time is right. I like to ask, “Are you breathing yourself?’ No? Well, maybe you’re not thinking yourself or making decisions either. Maybe reality doesn’t move until it moves, like a breath, like the wind. And when you tell the story of how you’re doing it, you keep yourself from the awareness that you are nature, flowing perfectly.” Pg. 122 A Thousand Names For Joy, Living in Harmony with the Way Things Are, by Byron Katie

2nd (and 3rd, 4th, 5th……) chances

This little spider peaked out at me when I was writing the other day. I am a bit afraid of spiders so Jack rescued it when he got home.

This not-so-little spider peaked out at me while I was writing the other day. I am a bit afraid of spiders so Jack rescued it when he got home.

I wrote last evening about the meteor shower because I didn’t want to start today’s post by saying what a spectacular few days it has been watching the night sky, and have someone think, “I wish I had known about it!” It reminds me a little of, A Christmas Carol, when Scrooge says to the Spirit of Christmas yet to come, “Why show me this if I am past all hope?”

We are One with the Spirit of God, can never be separated from that infinite field of Love, and so we have not missed our chance, messed up our lives so they are beyond repair, or been given (and missed) our last chance to change. We put these kinds of ultimatums and limits on others (and on ourselves) but they are human constructs.

I think maybe that’s why Dickens’ created the character of Ebenezer Scrooge. He was (by the standards of the day) old. He had no friends. His only family member was Fred, his nephew, who he had resented since birth, blaming him for the death of his sister. If Scrooge was our neighbor, we would probably not talk to him (or he wouldn’t talk to us) and we would shake our heads and think he was a person unable to change. The reason that I love this story so much is that it speaks a great Truth. Change is always possible. It is never too late.

This weekend I plan on using the affirmation, “I am right on time!”…if you care to join me, we can create a circle of light for each other.

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” George Eliot