thermal lifts

I have a theory. I believe that the physiological response to a smile allows the wings of your heart to ride the thermals lifts of gratitude. By engaging your facial muscles even in a faint uplift of the corners of your mouth, even the most dreaded task (mine happens to be a toss up between doing taxes and scooping cat crap) doesn't deplete energetic fields as readily as if your brow was furrowed by burden of a mundane chore. Choosing a gentle grin as often as possible softens the tension of a task driven existence.

When I smile it is as if my cheeks raise the marionette strings of my wing'ed heart. I soar on the thermals of gratitude in complete understanding that I am present for what is. The quality of job I do is dependent on this mindset. Even if I have to hold my breath, cringe, squint and scoop (how many of you are trying this...?) I can still smile. There will always be less savory tasks. The trick is to do them at a time where ones resistence is minimal. The greatest disservice you can do to your soul is to undertake a task while your soul is kicking and screaming, "NO F****** WAY!" By stepping back and recognizing this state of discust honors your core emotional guidance system...it allows a breathe of  peace and creates a space. Leave the task. Just walk away and by doing so you either allow for someone else to do it who doesn't harbor such resistence OR you return to the task later without the barbs and hackles raised. Really, it is the first step in respecting YOU from the inside out.

By recognizing that at each and every moment we have the choice to appreciate the journey, your soul takes a sigh of relief. I am soothed by the effortless flight of these thermal lifts as life's circumstances gift me daily opportunities to breathe into Being. By aligning with Source I am able to give my thanks back to the Universe by smiling and soaring into the unknown with an open, wing'ed heart.

cord wood

My husband is an electrical engineer and a pilot. He measures things precisely - and you can believe it - they always work. His dimensions and calculations are always right when embarking on a project whether that be rewiring a circuit, building a tree house or making the main course for the Christmas feast. Impeccable in his preparedness however, there is always a bubble in the line prior to the delivery of cord wood. Apparently the guys cutting and loading cord wood don't use calipers. Jeff knows it, he expects it and it makes him madder than a hornet even before they materialize. It's called the Law of Attraction; like attracts like.
So in my endless quest to introduce Jeff to this friendly and abundant Universe and living through the heart...and the benefits thereof, I ordered three cords of wood. I made the call, scheduled the date and caressed this interaction through an open heart the entire way. My reputation was on the line. I had taken my life into my own hands because if, gosh-forbid, the three cords that we pay for fell short I'd never hear the end of it. The day of the delivery arrives and I am already hearing mumblings...the wood arrives and my husband says, "this doesn't look like three cords." The transaction has airs like that you'd watch in a back alley drug deal. Their truck bed is filled with wood but until they have the cash in their hand they are leery to dump. A cheque puts the entire exchange on edge.  Then my husband proceeds to ask the guy who is covered in sawdust and wood chips, "Do you know what the measurement of a cord of wood is?" (4x4x8)
If the wood engineers knew who they were delivering to they'd never answer their phone. As I mentioned, my husband, who I affectionately refer to as Mr. Micrometer, has constructed a wood bin that measures the wood by half-cords. Wood is taken seriously around here. But then again, so is my insistence on illuminating the connection with the Universal Heart. I am shedding as much love over this situation as I can muster.
So, the wood guy leaves and we spend the next day stacking and...of course, of the three cords ordered we received 2.25 cords. This is not good. Not good at all. I am afraid. Am I more afraid for me...or the wood guy? However...now is not the time to fear the reaction of my husband....it is the time to love him...to love the wood guy and to envelop myself and all involved participants in white loving light purifying this whole situation and knowing without a fraction of a doubt that it is a friendly and abundant Universe!!!
Each of the two calls I made to Wood R Us I received an answering machine and with the most love in my heart I issued my request to complete the three cords for which we had paid. A week went by...omg. Pressure of this friendly and abundant world thing was starting to make me twitch. I just couldn't bear the thought of enduring several months of dissatisfaction. But then...as the rumbling noise permeated the interior of the home I peaked outside to witness the most beautiful sight of the remaining wood being dumped in our driveway. I was so happy, I sobbed. Yes, sobbed with gratitude. Grateful that my love surmounted fear. Grateful that I don't have to listen to complaining. Grateful that it truly is a friendly and abundant Universe. And grateful that I held it together until after the wood guy pulled away. Grateful that my husband is becoming a believer of the Universal Heart and that my faith delivered.