Category: manifesting



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Your prompt today is brought to us by Willow!. Thank you so much, Willow! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there!.

Per Linda G. Hill:

       Your prompt for JusJoJan January 13th, 2020, is “subscribe.” Use the word “subscribe” any way you’d like. Have fun!

Willow had some good points on her blog about a point of view she doesn’t subscribe to. I have to admit to agreeing with her. I don’t subscribe to the philosophy that people deserve their life conditions. I think it is a way to ignore issues we feel helpless to deal with. Do you think that the rich man deserves his wealth? Do you think the people in cold, homeless conditions deserve theirs? Many say a person lost their fight with cancer or other deadly diseases. These put the onus on the victims. Christians are often the worst at that kind of thinking. I guess that book in the Bible about Job has been ignored lately. Did he deserve all the horrid things that happened to him? Did Christ ignore those in need or sick or young or old? I like to remind myself that, okay maybe a bad decision or two put some people into positions of need, but not always. And who are we to judge them? I don’t remember God/dess handing us deity positions. Have we not made some mistakes in our lives? Our job is to be the heart, soul, arms, and legs for Him/Her. To be understanding and loving to those in need is what we are assigned. A big word I think about is Grace. It doesn’t go to the deserving, It is there. Just there.

This is not to say that people who work hard and attain a certain amount of achievement shouldn’t have it. But rather, how much heart were you able to keep while getting there? Others, if you walked in their shoes, could have worked even harder than that rich person but never attain that monetary fulfillment. They may have given their very last meal of Ramen to help someone. Who is the wealthier now?

The person who survives a deadly disease may have taken the steps to stay as healthy as they could in their position but another may have done all the right things but the disease hits them harder. It is not how hard or smart a person works in the end.  It just is!

That is not to say we don’t do all we can to stay healthy and help our own situations. It isn’t even to not try and manifest our best lives. I do believe we can work toward goals and dreams. I do believe that a healthy attitude can take us a long way. But let’s not lord it over those who didn’t attain or survive. We do the best we can. Faith, hope and love.

I subscribe to LOVE. And yes it hurts sometimes. Some might take advantage. Some might not get what we try and reach. But our jobs are being LOVE.

Stepping off the soapbox. I just needed to get that out there. I hear so much negativity lately. People wonder where manners have gone but talk of bootstraps and cages for the illegals. Holding up a mirror. Job didn’t deserve boils and to lose all his money. People deserve love and help from people. Not a manners issue. A love issue!

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The person with a smile and a helping hand is the richest.


I can remember the first time I heard the word ‘Serendipity’. I don’t know why I learned it or even the year. What I remember is an excitement to know the word. Then I remember watching for it to happen. And it happened a lot!

It was years later that the movie came out.

I liked it so much I bought the DVD. But somehow their serendipitous adventure paled to many of mine at the time. Mine were not romantic encounters but manifestations I felt, in part, I drew to me.

As much as I want to give you a list of these happenings, I feel my brain is not up to that task right now. The closest I can come is how a few years ago when I lived in Reno, I couldn’t afford yarn. My fibromyalgia was worse in Reno. Again, I don’t know why. But I found that if I could keep my hands busy I could distract myself from the pain. So I started making things of plarn.

Stacking containers for folded plastic bags or sliced strips to crochet with and plarn balls.

The bag-bag chair. Was a laundry bag but the cats like it so much when I filled it with plastic bags for future projects when we moved. It is similar to a bean bag chair in size and comfort. But like I said, this belongs to the cats now.

This is one of the small containers I use for little bits.

If you look back into this blog and on my Ravelry page you’ll see a lot of fun ideas that kept me feeling less pain. Until crocheting itself started hurting. I still have a lot of those projects and they are still in use. Nice to know all those stupid bags became useful items.

Then we moved here and I learned of the Hat Huggers who have tons of donated yarn for donated comfort items. The leader taught me to loom knit and the rest is history. Someone else’s comfort is the result of my own comfort. I think of this as a serendipitous adventure. Though I could still work with plarn and I have lots made into balls ready for crochet (loom knitting it isn’t as easy, nor is needle knitting it as workable.) And maybe if I get bored I will go back and make a few things. Until then I’m looming a 10-stitch blanket, socks for my brother and lots more hats and toys.

I’m not so good at directing serendipity or manifesting. Because if I could, I wouldn’t mind making enough money to have my own yarn to make things for me. The donated yarn can go to my family and friends as long as I make sure to claim it on the rosters. Still, I want to go to a store and pick out the soft stuff and know it will be my own hat or my dog’s sweater. Or my own sweater? Or money to buy one– or more skeins of yarn.

Or meet the next teacher of my path. Maybe they’ll have yarn?

So this was a yarn about serendipity. For some reason, I feel I should apologize. I wish I was more alert today as I know I have stories of cars and houses that happened and lots of new friends. Just not specific ones for now. When I think of them I’ll post them, okay?

Thank you, Linda, for Jotting fun. Thank you, Jill, for another chance to remember a beautiful word, Serendipity, full of blessings.

 

 


Every January we go through traditions. Many choose the New Year to make resolutions to quit habits or institute new ones. A friend and I have used our New Years to write up possibilities. We feel resolutions are made to be broken whereas if you think ahead and wish to do better or see changes in your life you should write them down. They aren’t necessarily predictions, though they could work out that way, but rather shine a new light on our lives. The only prediction that comes out of this is as a counselor once told me: The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior. And of course, then continued with the solid advice that the only way that changes is if a person has hurt enough from that behavior and wants a change from deep in their soul.

When we see little changes happening for the better, they can put on the label of possibility.

I want to thank Linda G. Hill for asking for prompts for these Just Jot It January blogs. I had to take the time to think of what I wanted to put my thoughts and predictions. I will keep private my possibilities as I think it spoils the silent work I put into them if I share. Thank you, everyone, who used my prompt of Prediction. It’s been fun to see what you came up with.

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At last, the “iffy” trip and the “iffy” purchase of the acre and the double wide mobile have manifested. I’m sitting in my office/studio/escape looking out my window and seeing miles and miles of sagebrush. I can see little tiny hills far, far away and I can see the horizon. And the sky above goes on forever with feather clouds here and there.

As I sit here I can think of all the times I wondered if this was really going to happen. All the things that could go wrong did go wrong. They made me doubt that I should do this. They made me determined to try harder, but I didn’t want to press the gods that made this happen. What if I were to find out that I’m not supposed to do this? But what if this is exactly what I’m supposed to do? And I go around in circles with this batch of questioning. Still, I was packing boxes and packing boxes and packing boxes.

You see the two-bedroom apartment cave that I lived in before cost me over double what we will pay for this place. Our lease was up and we knew we wouldn’t be able to afford to live in that cave another moment.

In spite of how small the place was, we filled a van that should take a three-bedroom home and still had so much more to figure out how to get it here, or if we should toss it. And that was with C’s son moved out. His bed was the sofa and that was his sofa. So where do we get all this stuff? And how did the place get so dirty? Well, 2+ years in bed basically. And of course, we all know that nobody else cleans except the woman of the house. The pain of the fibro and the depression and the social anxiety all of the bundled up for those two years and all I could do was lay in bed. I tried to get out. I wanted to see friends but when I got to the day of doing it. I’d hit a flare. But this summer was different. I felt better. I got to go on a couple road trips. I got to go swimming. Whatever made me feel better, I am so thankful for it. The “iffy” trip gave me hope, gave me something to live for. And here I am, ready or not!

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