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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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Today it was 5 degrees Fahrenheit outside.  And the windchill was 9 below.  I made certain I had enough kerosene to keep the garage warm for my poor old arthritic dog.

I was surprised when he asked to go outside this morning.  I was more surprised when he stayed out.  It’s only been a couple of days and he hasn’t been eating the pain pill laced ham I left for him.  There is no way that dog should be moving around like he is.

And yet, there he was, trotting back and forth at the edge of the yard.  Grumbling at the dog next door.  I stood in the cold and shivered, waiting for him to return.  He didn’t.

Instead, he went to his old spot in front of the shed.  Where the sun shines most of the day, uninterrupted by the tree branches.   He curled up at his post of many years and stayed there.

When I called to him to come back in the garage, he looked at me and then put his head back down.  It became obvious to me that he was not interested in returning to the semi warm garage with the comfy pile of blankets and space heater.

Instead, he stood his post as he’s always done.  Guarding the yard against possible intruders.  Barking warnings at the squirrels that race back and forth across the yard.

I was humbled.  Another life lesson from the dog.  I read somewhere that a true professional is someone who does the job even when they don’t feel like it.  I’ve determined that Hercules is officially a professional watch dog now.  And I’ve stopped hovering.

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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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My recent experience with Hercules the Legendary puppy has given me a great deal of food for thought.  It’s not that I haven’t had the thoughts before, but this time they came to me with a clarity I could not ignore.

Hercules is my hero.  I’d love to be more like him.  You see, he never gives up.  He loves unconditionally and passionately.  He doesn’t whine about his pain.  He works around any and all limitations we put in front of him.  He eats when he’s hungry.  He sleeps when he’s tired.  He lets you know immediately if you’ve done something he doesn’t like and then it’s over.  He doesn’t hold grudges.

For the last couple of days, he’s gone to the back door periodically, thinking he wanted to go outside.  He would stand in the doorway, cold breeze washing over him, and consider it.  Sometimes, he would carefully back up and then return to his bed.  Other times, he would step out the door into the cold and make his way to the other end of the yard to visit the dog next door or do his business.  No matter of coaxing can make him go when he’s not ready.  When he is, he just goes.  I can relate.  Many times I believe that I should move in a certain direction with my life.  I’ll stand in the doorway and consider.  Sometimes I back up and rest more.  Sometimes I move forward.  Like, the dog, I simply don’t move until I’m ready.

My goal for 2010 is to be ready.  For whatever is thrown at me.  And to realize the miracles when they come to me.

Happy New Year 2010 – the year for miracles!

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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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It was an interesting conversation with Harold last night.  Now, Harold is my neighbor and has been my neighbor for the last 19 or so years.  He’s not the kind of neighbor that comes and sits on the porch swing with us or comes over for dinner.  He lives a few doors down and we interact occasionally.  Usually it’s when he needs to bum a cigarette. Years ago he bought a car from me.  Once in a while we stand by the mailboxes and chat about life.

Last night, I was lying on the couch watching television when the doorbell rang.  It’s not something I spend a lot of time doing.  Historically, it’s something that I did only when I was too ill to do anything else.  Lately, I’ve taken to curling up on the couch with Mike and watching shows we both enjoy.

I got up and answered the door.  It was Harold, who felt the need to notify me that there was an owl in my yard.  I stood in the doorway and listened.  Indeed there was, in the tree directly in front of the porch.  He was trying to see where it was.  I stepped back into the house and got my big flashlight and shined it into the tree until I found the owl.  He was high up in the branches, all hunkered down.  Occasionally he let out a throaty whooo whoooo.

I called out to Mike and showed it to him.  Harold was enthralled by the owl.  He also needed to bum a couple of cigarettes.  So, after I frightened the owl off by shining the light on him one too many times, we all stepped back into the house.  That’s when he made the comment that caught me so off guard.

“So you DO have a television!  I was always going to ask you that.  I see you outside so much and sitting on the porch and frequently see you at your computer.   I never seem to see a TV on in your house.”  Yes, Harold, I’ve always had a TV.  I just don’t use it very much.

Mike and I both rather chuckled after he left.  I looked up the significance of the owl, remembering that I’ve only been visited by owls 3 times in my life.  The first time was after my father died and my mother was visiting.  The second time I can’t pinpoint what was going on around me but it was several years ago.

And last night, after my fantastic experience at the church service.  Mike says it’s good luck.  I lean towards the Indian folklore perspectives.  Or it could be that it was a random visit for no reason!

Anyway, I’m thankful for the visit from the owl and the interesting insight from Harold.  As I start my day, I close the entertainment center doors and focus on the work at hand.

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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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