Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sharing from SGR blog

Since we're on Week 6, Recovering a Sense of Abundance, my worlds are beautifully flowing together. Click here for today's entry from my Science of Getting Rich blog.

Still totally in love with reading and practicing this book. And going to lie down for some rest now.

I love you!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Letter to me, from Myself at Eighty-Years-Old

Another joyful and profound exercise. Here's an amazing letter to me (at age 39) from myself at age 80, with gratitude:

Dear Carin at thirty-nine,

You are absolutely wonderful. Do you know this? You are so full of love and generosity and creativity. You've brought so much joy to the world already, and this is a big year for you.

You can absolutely trust your intuition. You are the divine intelligence, and all you need to do is quiet down and listen.

You have nothing to worry about, ever, my dear. Do you hear what I say? All of life is supportive of your dreams. All doors open naturally for you. Mr. Wattles was right: you need never feel disappointed. You have a miraculous and blessed life. Every moment is gold. Do you remember writing that?

Keep writing. Keep sharing your nuggets of creative wisdom. You are a mouthpiece for the flow, joy and fun of the divine.

Keep studying and being in the Certain Way. Increase is what's true. Just keep hanging out in that vibration. It is vibration rather than the logical mind that has you remain dialed in thus and that exponentially and effortlessly, molecularly affects those around you.

Keep dancing and keep throwing dance parties, but don't worry about throwing them all the time. A few times a year could be plenty.

Do travel with your Airstream.

Never feel guilty. Following your heart will always lead to the greatest good. Your heart is inseparable from that!

Never feel shame for your loving heart or your worldly or physical desires. Never ever shame yourself, beautiful child. You bring only love into this world and people are grateful for it.

You will always be surrounded with love. You will have extraordinary loves and spectacular partners and ultimately the true love of your life. There's no rush and no hurry. All is perfectly aligned and you are in the perfect position to receive.

Call on me if you're ever concerned, beautiful child! I'm here to tell you:

It's nothing but blessings.

I don't think I need to encourage you to travel because it is in your very soul. But I will remind you to do it - and everything my dear - with absolute freedom and abandon.

You are here to celebrate, as are all beings, in their way. You're just clued into it.

You are remarkably powerful.
Don't let this scare you, my sweet.

It is the infinite power of God! You are so blessed to know this and radiate it.

If there's one thing I can get instilled in you, it's this:
You can relax.

Your dreams are God's pleasure and He's working overtime on your behalf.

Your instinct to love is right on. All is cared for. All is abundant. All is lucrative. All is effortless!
There's nothing to fear, ever.

I love you with all my heart, dear child, and I'm with you all the way. Every moment. Every step. It's all gold, and it's an absolute peaceful, dreamy, groovy, ever-expanding blast.

Love, love, love,

Carin, yourself at eighty

SMOOCH! XOXO! You're the best!

P.S. She told me later: for sure, stay at nice hotels.

Artist's Prayer

What a gift to have an assignment to write and recite an Artist's Prayer. I'm grateful to the great Wallace D. Wattles for his coaching (via his masterpiece The Science of Getting Rich that absolutely goes hand in hand with The Artist's Way. I'm quite certain Julia C. has read him, too . . . ).

Please feel free to recite, share, and/or create your own.

To you, with love:

Dear Lord,
May I welcome your perfect love.
All you create is perfect.
May we know ourselves as that.
May we know ourselves as vessels
of your Love, for we are inseparable
from You.
Remove all sense of guilt
and instill freedom,
freedom that we may celebrate,
for we are born uniquely
celebrate the mystery and magic
of creation.
Remove all blocks to knowing our
and in our knowing may we
mirror this ultimate joy to all.
May our freed creativity
bring only love and celebration
to this world,
generating peace, joy and the deepest fun.
May all know that we're
deeply supported in your loving care,
that we are perfect
and that the world welcomes our
unique creations.


And I assert, this [scribbling and coloring and finger painting (and not-shown are the puffy animal stickers we put on) on Beth's living room wall] is the direct result of this work and specifically the above prayer, with gratitude:

First, an update

As I type this, I'm hearing Dave Matthews sing Daniel Lanois' "The Maker." I know this song from Jerry Band. It's so sweet to hear. I just emailed myself the chords.

I'm sitting on my couch, almost 4 pm, on the first day of Daylight Savings. It's been a gorgeous day. I sorta feel like taking a nap, but I doubt I will. I'm glad to be writing.

So let's see, what's there to update?

Let me first day that I have absolutely loved working this book so far! I'm on Week 4 and it's been a great week so far. I had my Artist's Date at the Airstream dealership in Buda

which was a blast. And the next day I got to scribble and finger paint and put stickers on a wall. It was utter joy on freedom, filled with gratitude. And a joy as I felt the impression spread throughout the house. It seemed to extend directly from this work. So, thanks!

I also am seeing myself shift out of people-pleasing more and more. These are the things I'm looking at cutting out:

- people pleasing
- shoulds
- guilt

I have a lifetime of such things to unwind, but I'm thrilled with the beginnings. Today I had a gorgeous morning at a coffee shop eating breakfast (missing reading!) and working on a task from this week's homework. I've been wanting to get to the gym for a full-on workout because I've settled for little walks - or less - many days this week, and it's not feeling good. So a friend messaged and asked if I could meet her for a stroll. It was tempting, being a gorgeous day, and since I was in the area (I didn't tell her that, thought). And I watched myself contemplate it and then say, "No, I've really been wanting to go to the gym right now," and I did. Success!

I'm learning a lot about what I've agreed to do that I don't really want to do. Not the greatest thing to do and sometimes slippery to get out of, but beautiful to be distinguishing. I'm grateful for this training, this permission - amazing to consider that I would need such a thing! - to live how I want to live.

I'm getting totally munched by mosquitoes as I sit here on my couch. It's irritating as shit, but I don't want to close the door (they're all inside already) and I don't want to spray shit on my skin, so . . .

I'm also hopeful that some of this aggravated feeling is actually my period coming on, seeing as how I'm on day 38 or something like that of my cycle. I mean, come on!

Is this all related? Probably.

And what of the reading deprivation?

Well, I haven't opened any books nor allowed myself any snippets of audio books that have shuffled through my world. I've looked at two types of email: ones related to the rally I helped with this weekend and lusty ones. Oh wait, I read my Diamond topic too and passed it on to my Diamond guests.

I've taken the occasional glace at my Facebook page but haven't allowed myself to idly scan others' pages.

So all in all, I feel like that's a huge success. I felt a little guilty about reading the lusty emails, but I also saw that fighting that didn't seem to be helping. And I did have a few days off on the front end. :-) Maybe I'll get a few days on the back end, too.

I do feel tempted to look in the emails to see about how I can save on my car insurance and what's up with my Landmark dating profile that I'd forgotten I even had. But I also feel it can all wait and be handled all at once.

And in a way it was good that I peeked because one of my musicians canceled on me for my rally and I wouldn't have known it had I not snuck a peek at my FB that day. I made him all sorts of wrong for emailing rather than calling. But shoot, I've been a chicken plenty of times myself.

Okay, so next I'm going to post my Artist's Prayer that I had the pleasure of writing and reciting this week. And then I'll post my letter from me at eighty. Delightful.

With gratitude and much curiosity,