Thursday, March 5, 2009

March 5, 2009 @ 6:44am

The gifts of the Spirit spill out through me daily as peace, joy, wisdom, intelligence, healing, and love given with grace every minute, every hour (www.scienceofmind.com).
I love how last month the affirmations focused on being loved by God and this month the affirmations seem to be focused on expressing love to those around us. It is my sincerest desire to be an expression of unconditional love. I want to be the light in the darkness. I want to convince people of how great they really are. I want them to know this joy, peace and contentment that I feel. I want them tap into their internal God power and use it to build the life that they so desire.
As I work on some pieces of creative expression, I come to desire to want to make sure that the work has deeper meaning, has deeper spiritual understanding which makes me think it won't be as interesting. Also, I'm a person who really doesn't care for lots of drama but it happens. Also, I read a review of an anthology that I have a short story in and they never mentioned my story, it's not like they mentioned many stories and a point of doubt entered my consciousness. Also, once I read the review I could see that the author was giving it rave reviews but for a certain aspect of the writing, my writing didn't fall into this category which would explain why she didn't mention my piece. This was a good experience for me. As I continue to write and I will get published. Reviews will be an aspect of this journey and what I learned in this situation is that, what people say is tempermental, it's based on their own taste buds, their own opinions about the way things should be and if nothing else, I can relate to that because I am a very thinking person who formulates many opinions, stances and down right conclusions about everything. I had always said that I would never read reviews and after reading that review I can see why I wouldn't want to again. There are some things that can be left tight where they are and I don't have to partake.
Pride, I'm thinking about this notion of pride this morning because I've seem to gotten myself in a couple of situations where I'm not sure how I want to handle them and my first thought is to act out of pride. The type of pride that wants her ego stroked, who wants something, the type of pride that feels as if I deserve something better, the pride that suggest that I am better than that or things can't continue unless it is done so the way I want it to be. It's above all else the type of pride that wants something and a pride that doesn't want to ask for anything. I can see that this is an example of a way of being I want to move out of and an old fear based way of living life. I recognize that there is nothing to be prideful about, I have everything I need and my only goal is to be present and allow the situation to manifest as it is suppose to. Also, perhaps in the midst of these moments there is a blessing, an answer to a prayer or simply a spiritual lesson awaiting to unfold.
My only job is to be a force of positivity and to do that with grace, the outcome will happen in divine order. I get frustrated and there is nothing to be frustrated about. I'm really yearning and learning to lean on spirit in every moment, to call on the omnipresence and allow it to move throughout my being. To take a moment to meditate on goodness, love, joy, peace and the truth. I'll create a sticky note reminding me to center my energy, to breathe and to reflect on the only thing that matters which is love. It's okay that I might need to remind myself over and over. I've often said that I was spiritually special ed. This might be a slow journey but it is nonetheless the journey that I am on. I'm just happy to be on the journey, glad to be open to abundance of good that the divine spirit has for me and glad to be open and receptive. I may need to sticky note my way through the rest of my life but it's a small price to pay, plus their cheap and biodegradable.
I am perfect and I am whole and I am complete. I LOVE ME!

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