Memory Serves Me

I have this idea that it should be hard work, otherwise you haven’t earned it. I sometimes struggle against envy towards some who experience it effortlessly. But perhaps that is what to strive towards.

Believe me, I know that sacrifices have to be made in order to achieve anything. At this point, I might have to sacrifice alone time, which I am loathe to do, as it is so hard won, and so long earned.

I’ve been going through, once again, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success by Deepak Chopra. It is not so much about becoming a millionaire, although the same laws of nature apply if that is your desire. It is about achieving a state of peace within yourself, and within your relationships in order to more effectively manifest whatever it is you want from life. So much is about mindset, and training our monkey brain to quiet itself. And it’s about tuning in to the natural laws that govern all creation.

During this time, while my body heals and renews from Lyme, my energy level is not at its peak, so I am having to take a good look at my list of things to do around here, and really prioritize and find the best ways to get things done. As Deepak says, “Least effort is expended when our actions are motivated by love, because nature is held together by the energy of love.”

I wonder if the storm windows coming off for repair know this. I wonder if the second and third bedrooms still needing finishing and beds built, know this. I wonder if the two Norway Maples growing too close to the house, that need to come down this summer, know this. I wonder if the wet basement, due in part to a negligent plumber, who does not finish his work and has left my brand new pressure tank leaking at a join, knows this.

I am so grateful that this house has been a safe haven for me. I will give back to it, and make it beautiful and loved and in good sturdy repair.

I am so grateful that I live in a community that has been so welcoming and have a larger community that cares about me and offers advice and support.

I am grateful for colour, and its ability to transform or set mood.

I am so grateful for the rain, which has transformed my struggling garden. Shortly, I will be up to my ears in zucchini. Any good pickling recipes are welcome!

I am so grateful for music. For singing. For learning new songs and having them become a part of me. I’ve been following Grace VanderWaal on YouTube. She won America’s Got Talent when she was 12 years old, singing her original songs and playing ukulele. Now she is 17 and is still so beautifully, creatively free. This is a girl who is not afraid of emotion and honesty. She has maturity and innocence her musicality, and add to that, she’s also beautiful to watch perform. So graceful and real. All long thin limbs. Fragile almost. And then this raw voice. My god, she takes me away. I look forward to seeing her evolve as a musician.

I am grateful for a body that is strong and resilient. Let’s get some chaga tea, why don’t we?

This is it for a blog post this week. I wrote another story if you care to read it. Nothing to do with anything I just wrote. It was another writing prompt, this time, the story had to have an old barn as the setting.

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