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It’s been almost a week since she left, quietly going to sleep and not coming back. I’ve noticed her not being here at the oddest of times. . . when I’m eating dinner I miss the conversations we used to have. When I’m lying on the couch, I miss her climbing up onto my stomach and resting with me. I notice that I don’t have to brush white hairs off of my black wool coat anymore.

It’s odd, after all these years, to not have her here.

My cat died last week. After 14 or 15 years of keeping me on my toes, she just went to sleep and didn’t wake up. It was a comfort, in some ways, that she passed on that way. There was no pain in her face or posture. She was stretched out in the sunshine, apparently resting. Until I reached down to pet her and realized she was cold.

I notice that I have more leftovers after a meal. She used to take care of those for me, patiently waiting 2 feet (no more, no less) from my chair until I threw her some scraps. If there were shrimp on my plate, she’d inch closer and then grouse at me if I called her on it.

Everyone was entertained by our “conversations”. “Mischief, you are TOO close, step back” I would say. She’d make a little noise that sounded suspiciously like a bark and stay. “Don’t you talk back to me, you KNOW you’re not supposed to be that close! Step BACK!” Grumbling, she’d inch her way back, watching me the whole time to make sure I didn’t trick her by throwing food her way while she was doing it.

Her favorite trick was to hide in the cabinet under the bathroom sink and wait for someone to come in and use the bathroom. When she heard the door close, she’d wait a few moments and then pop out to see who was there. If you didn’t know about the trick, it could be pretty startling.

Mike put a stop to it after she caught him off guard a few times. He took one of my hair scrunchies and wound it around the two door handles so she could no longer get in the cabinet. She continued to try, but wasn’t able to get it open with that in place. So, she moved her trick to the bathtub.

She would come to a whistle, like a dog. And sit on command like a dog. I trained her to do that with Kraft Slices. She would do almost anything for a Kraft Slice. Last year, I taught her to beg, also. Well, sometimes, when she was ambitious enough to lift her front paws all the way off the floor. Not an easy task for a cat her size and sometimes, she was just too tired or lazy. On a lazy day, she’d give a half hearted half hop and then look at me to see if she got the cheese.

Ah yes, old cat. I do miss you sometimes.

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I awoke this morning to the sound of loud singing. Not from people, they’re all still snoozing. It was the birds. It’s one of those things that I noticed right away when I moved into this house – there are birds that start their singing early in the morning. On sunny mornings, they seem to be a little more loud and boisterous. I can relate, I tend to get that way myself when the sun comes out.

This morning was the first bit of sunshine I’ve seen for a while. It was creeping through the front window, making a halo of sorts around the cats sleeping there. My hand reached for the camera, as always. I stood on the front porch and captured the first few rays sneaking over the horizon.

Then I returned to my desk. After a few moments, it became suddenly brighter in the room and I felt compelled to look again. From my vantage point in the window, I could see the huge ball of fire that was the source for the little rays I had photographed.

I reached for my camera again and stepped onto the front porch. In that moment, I had a deep appreciation for the beauty of the world. The birds were singing loudly, the sun was making a blazing arrival on the horizon. There was a slight chill in the air, but it wasn’t so cold that I needed to bundle up. The old Beatles song “Here comes the sun” began playing in my head and I smiled.

It’s a beautiful day. Make it a great one!

The Birds were singing.

The sun sneaking up.

Sunrise!

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Hercules is recovered, pretty fully I believe. Last night, a friend of mine was here picking up his repaired computer and he brought Herc a bone. Hercules sniffed at the foil wrapped treat and then nudged it. When the bone fell to the ground, my friend reached to pick it up to give to the dog.

He straightened up immediately and took a step back when Herc swung his head around with a mean sounding growl (letting him know that it was NOT ok to touch the bone once it hit the floor).

Tonight, I cleaned out the fridge. There was some lunch meat that was nearing it’s end of life and a little bit of ham left. He devoured it as though I’d been starving him (which I have not!). And then he circled me, asking for more.

I don’t know if it’s because the weather is a little warmer or if it’s because I’ve been slipping him the medicine every night that the vet gave me for him.

Whatever it is, I’m incredibly grateful. There’s still a lot of life in that old dog. Ask my friend who tried to touch his food!

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I had just returned from a trip for work and was sharing the pictures I had taken with a friend.  I had visited Las Vegas, NV and wandered out to Red Rock canyon and then Mount Charleston in my spare time.

She looked through the pictures and made sounds of appreciation for the beauty I had captured with my camera.  After a while, she sighed and said “Oh you go to such beautiful places!”  I contemplated her assumption for a moment, but before I could respond she commented again.

“Or is it that you find beauty wherever you go?”

What do you see when you look at the world?  Do you find beauty wherever you go?  If you don’t , you should try it sometime.  It has brought me many joyful moments in my life.

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I woke up this morning contemplating all the questions I get from the folks around me regarding the “Law of Attraction” that’s being marketed worldwide as the “way to get what you want”.

I’ve been told by a few people who interact with me that I’m good at using the Law of Attraction to get what I want.  Manifesting my desires or – more often, assisting others in manifesting theirs.

I break things down in my mind sometimes.  When I build a piece of furniture or a toy, I “see” it in my mind – then I draw a picture of what it will look like when I finish building it.  Then I take it apart mentally then on paper and determine the parts that are necessary to build it.  I almost always see the end before starting the project.

This morning while I was in the shower, an idea jumped into my mind and would not leave.  I felt inspired to share it here, where it might help others.
I share my ideas in stories and analogies much of the time.  This morning an analogy hit me right between the eyes and demanded that I write it up
And so, my friend Edward, this is for you.

The dynamic behind what I’ve always experienced is this – it’s the difference between “the check’s in the mail” and “direct deposit” from the Universe.

Let me expand on this a bit.  Mike gets paid on Fridays – his paycheck goes into the bank and becomes available to him on Friday morning.  He can often calculate based on the hours that he worked how much it will be.  He then anticipates how he will spend the amount he expects to have.  He’s usually pretty accurate.  And there is always a limit, based on the number of hours he’s worked.

My paychecks are sporadic – I live the life of commission sales and on the spot fixes.  I do everything reverse of what Mike does.  I set on my calendar what I need to cover and when it needs to be covered and then I take inspired action to ascertain that money is in the bank when the bill gets paid.

Sometimes I get a check right away when I do the work.  Sometimes I give companies payment terms and they pay me a piece in 30, 60, 90 days.  Sometimes they pay with a credit card and there’s a bit of it that goes out to the credit card company.  Sometimes I’ll be at a point of absolute destitution and an opportunity will arise that puts relatively large amounts of cash into my account.

The difference that came to me is the difference between EXPECTING and KNOWING.  I always know that something will happen that will get me what I need and want.   It’s a definitive difference in attitude and feeling.

I’m pretty sure it’s the same as the difference between believing and having faith.  I live in faith, absolutely.  I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that things will always fall into the right places in the tapestry of my life to create the beautiful vision that I’ve seen.  I don’t believe it, I know it.  Doubt and fear are not a part of it.  And I don’t question it.

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It’s one of those details I notice in life:  the background music.  My son Brian, the musician in the family, has noted the “coincidence” many times of just the right music playing at just the right time.  He refers to it as “the soundtrack of my life”.  I have to agree.  I remember times when music saved me from moments of deep despair.  “The River” by Garth Brooks was constantly playing in the months during my divorce so long ago.

When I say constantly, I’m not kidding.  I made a tape that was just that song over and over and over.  And I played it.  All the time.  The lyrics resonated with me on a deep level and propelled me forward through the tough times.

It’s always been true in my life that music has affected me.  I’ve had great learning over the last few years as my son Brian pursued his studies – music theory and music history and the soundtrack became interesting and beautiful.

I’ve studied Pat O’Brien and Joe Vitale’s “clearing audios” that are designed to open up your mind to the possibilities.   I’ve often started my day with Pat’s 7 minute buzz just to test the theories he presents.

This morning, I was showering and a song started playing in my head.  It was a song that melded my past, my present, my future all into one and I found myself singing it loudly, testing the voice I haven’t properly exercised or cultivated in years.

I was alone in the house and free to make whatever noise I chose.  I chose a joyful noise.   A bold and happy rendition of one of the hymns from yesterday’s church service.  I stretched to reach the higher notes and listened as my voice strained to reach notes it likely hasn’t touched in years.

As I sang, I could hear my cousin’s voice singing along from my childhood.  And my mother and grandmother and aunt and the rest.  “He Lives!  He lives!”.  I’m not certain how it sounded, but it FELT GOOD!  “You ask me how I know he lives…….. he LIVVVES within my heaaaaaaaaart!”

This morning, I have a deep appreciation for the music in my world, in my soul and spirit.  And I ask you this “What music is playing on the soundtrack of your life these days?  Are you making a joyful noise?  Or are you singing the blues?”  And I’ll add this reminder – if the music that is playing on the soundtrack of your life isn’t bringing you joy, perhaps it’s time to change the channel!

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I’ve spent the last two or three weeks admiring the crocuses and daffodils that crept up through the soil this spring.  This week, I noticed the peony shafts starting to sneak up behind them.    I have been absolutely reveling in the warm weather, wearing my spring “layers” that allow me to work my way down to a tank top or t-shirt  in the middle of a warm afternoon.

Yesterday, they announced that a cold front was moving in and we should expect up to 4 inches of snow.  We only got 2 or 3 inches but my world is covered in white.  I guess it’s a good thing that I didn’t get the mulch all cleaned out of the flowerbeds yet.

It’s funny how quickly the weather can change.  Life is like that as well.  It’s a matter of how you deal with it, I guess.  I woke up, looked out the window and appreciated the beauty of the snow covered landscape.  Later, when the sun makes it’s appearance, I’ll drag out my camera and get a few shots of the daffodils peeking out through the snow. 

It’s one of those things I look at and ask “Well, is there anything I can do about it?”  The answer is always no.  You simply can’t change the weather.  It’s ruled by something greater than me.  All I can do is adjust my life and behavior around it.  I probably won’t go kite flying today or clean the winter leaves out of the flowerbeds.  I will likely take advantage of the picturesque view of the daffodils standing proud above the piles of snow.  I”m anxious for the sun to rise so I can grab my camera and capture that view.

I treat most things in life like I do the weather.  I ask the question “Is there anything I can do about it?”  In most cases, the answer is no and I simply adjust my life around it.  Complaining usually doesn’t do any good, unless it’s communicated to someone who can do something about a situation.  If there is an action to be taken, I take it.  If there’s beauty to be found in it, I find it.  This morning, my world is beautiful and peacefully covered in snow as the sun peeks over the horizon.  

And still, I’m going to make it a great day!

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