I’ve been reading and practicing from the book, Feeling It the Secret by Neville Goddard. Feeling groovy, being in the feeling of your desired state of being, is the secret of this tiny yet powerful book.
Love Letter #65: How to See What You Believe
I also believe we are powerful beyond what most of us are willing to believe and accept. So, today, I want to share a tiny, powerful book that will help you to see what you want to believe.
Love Letter #64: Pockets Full of Confetti
In a culture where we seem to only feel proud of doing something hard or overcoming a challenge, can we still take pride when it comes easy?
Love Letter #63: Minding My Business
How often do we get caught up in how other people are living their lives instead of focusing on our own? How often are we pushing against something we dislike rather than focusing our attention on creating what we envision?
Love Letter #62: Lovability is Your Ability to Love
As you might have guessed, the practice of letter writing is, for me, a healing practice. I use letter writing as a way of forgiveness, affirmation, and as a way to transmute hurt, fear, or anger.
Love Letter #61: Find Your Voice, Free Yourself
Have you ever been afraid to have a conversation because it felt difficult?
Maybe asking for something you want or need, or don’t want? No matter how much you want to have the conversation, you can’t see to do it.
Love Letter #60: Universal Wonder
On this leap day, I received a greeting in my inbox this morning. “Happy Universal Day of Wonder”, it said. I don’t know where the idea of a universal day of wonder came from, but I like it. A lot.
Love Letter #59: Change is Life in Action
God (Spirit, Source, Life, Love) knows Itself by becoming things. Those things come through you and me. We are Life living itself as me and you. Change is what we are here to be, do, and create. It is the one constant, yet we are most often in resistance to it.
Love Letter #58: For the Love of Curiosity
Thinking about curiosity this morning. It’s been a month long discussion in a Monday morning women’s group I participate in. This week we touched on the old idiom, “curiosity killed the cat”.