Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts
Monday, January 11, 2010
Why do we ask people what they think?
"Your joy factor will remain constant as you are continually refining your ideas of what you want, and that's why it is so important for you to get everybody else out of the equation. They've got their own game going on; they don't understand your game. Give them a break; stop asking them what they think. Start paying attention to how you feel. Joy will be yours immediately, and everything else that you have ever thought would make you happy, will start flowing, seemingly effortlessly, into your experience."--- Abraham
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Time for an Adventure
Oh wow, I almost forgot. I was actually thinking that something outside myself would make me feel whole, content, happy. Maybe a boyfriend would do it, or a trip to another continent for a while.
How do we find the discernment of knowing when we are escaping and knowing when we are just choosing a thought or an action that makes us feel better? How do we know that feeling amazing is actually what we should be reaching for at all times? How do we get to that pure and true divine guidance so that we are clear on what is the highest choice?
Sometimes the holidays can shrink me to my lowest common denominator. I seem to land in the densest version of myself, kind of believing what I hear, think and see instead of what I know, feel and align with. I start living in the world instead of creating the world moment to moment.
Well, whether I get on a plane and leave or not, it is still time for an adventure, both inner and outer.
How do we find the discernment of knowing when we are escaping and knowing when we are just choosing a thought or an action that makes us feel better? How do we know that feeling amazing is actually what we should be reaching for at all times? How do we get to that pure and true divine guidance so that we are clear on what is the highest choice?
Sometimes the holidays can shrink me to my lowest common denominator. I seem to land in the densest version of myself, kind of believing what I hear, think and see instead of what I know, feel and align with. I start living in the world instead of creating the world moment to moment.
Well, whether I get on a plane and leave or not, it is still time for an adventure, both inner and outer.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Happiness is Nothing but Total Relaxation
These words were written on my tea bag this morning and really caught my attention. I have been noticing lately how I feel the minute I wake up in the morning before I dial in to this time/space reality. I remember many mornings waking up with a general excitement; about nothing in particular but just an excitement towards life. Today I woke up with that familiar sense of subtle anxiety. I could describe it as a thin film of discontent or worry about nothing in particular: free-floating anxiety lite. Where does that come from? Why do I have it on some mornings and not on others?
"Happiness is total relaxation" implies that all is well within our world. So how do we get to that state as quickly as possible? As I drink my tea steeping in this wisdom, I remember.
It is through gratitude. I cannot be grateful without at least some things being well. So I am going to do what I have done so many times before and that is to make a list of 100 things I am grateful for. I know through experience that it is impossible to get to the bottom of the list without the fog of discontent lifting. Here I go...
"Happiness is total relaxation" implies that all is well within our world. So how do we get to that state as quickly as possible? As I drink my tea steeping in this wisdom, I remember.
It is through gratitude. I cannot be grateful without at least some things being well. So I am going to do what I have done so many times before and that is to make a list of 100 things I am grateful for. I know through experience that it is impossible to get to the bottom of the list without the fog of discontent lifting. Here I go...
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