So, you’re doing the prosperity work (you are aren’t you?) whether it’s affirmations, EFT, meditation, visualization etc. etc.
And yet, some days just suck.
And if you’re anything like me you start beating yourself up for the fact that you’ve managed to create a difficult day. It must be your responsibility, right?
But wait a minute. Stop. Breathe. I’m going to tell you a secret:
Even if you are totally positive, holistic and spiritual, Stuff Happens. Stuff sometimes just IS.
Why Stuff Happens depends on what else is going on in your life but there is always going to be the potential for Stuff (and yes, feel free to change the word ‘Stuff’ for another beginning with ‘s’ if it feels better).
This month the cat belonging to one of my friends had to be put down. Now she can be as enlightened as she likes; she can be a committed positive-thinker; she can know for sure that Mr. Cat is happy in the heavenly armchair. But the truth is that she is wracked with grief. And she really, really doesn’t need to beat herself up at the same time.
Pet cats die. Dogs die. Mothers and fathers die. God forbid, but our children die too. Projects die. Dreams die. Relationships die. And when they die, we cry. And maybe we get angry or depressed.
And even if it isn’t anything like that, there are astrological transits, biorhythms, homeopathic miasms — not to mention relatives.
After a day or two we can probably get a grip on it; re-frame it; take the flower remedies; talk to friends; pick ourselves up. But please, never, ever, beat yourself up for the days when nothing works. Just let them be; rest and wait for tomorrow. Trust me, the real friends on the spiritual journey will understand that. They won’t think you weak or stupid for the days when you are a soggy heap on the floor.
The truth is that we never get it done. We never get ourselves totally cleansed; we are never without desire for it to be better. And that’s actually how it’s meant to be. A world without desire (even if it’s just desire to be pulled out somehow from being up to your armpits in very stinky Stuff) would be a pretty tedious place.
Yes, everything that happens is our responsibility. Of course it is. But we live in a world of duality where, if we choose to love, we will experience loss. Every time we imagine something wonderful, we simultaneously create the possibility of its not happening as well as its being amazing. Our energies contribute enormously to how things turn out but we wouldn’t be human if we were perfect; if we could manifest absolutely everything without hiccups along the way.
And if we choose to love a person or an animal or anything alive, we will also be choosing the certainty of loss.
After my first husband, Henry, died I found some unexpected wisdom inside me when people expressed their shock and horror that someone so young could be taken and that our marriage had been of such short duration. I would say, ‘Yes, but it was worth it.’
And, you know, I think that is still the best answer I can give to the bad days; the days when everything in the planets is shrieking at your natal chart; when you’ve dropped the casserole you were making for guests; when the slugs eat your lettuces; when the cheque is late; when the rent can’t be paid; when you wake up depressed for no reason; when everything just makes you want to scream.
This is life on Planet Earth. Some days suck but they are the price of life in a world based on duality. Here we are in light and dark, life and death, up and down, left and right, male and female, right and wrong. It just IS. And some days, some of it sucks.
But if you can let that be the case, and allow it … if you can just look around you at the beauty and glory of this world and remember in your anger or unhappiness, just one moment when you were truly, truly loved or if there is now just one person in your life to whom you can turn for a cuddle, then it is worth it. It is worth it because you did once have that glory no matter how short the time.
IT IS WORTH IT. And this too shall pass.
Wednesday
The Cracked Plate
Are any of these situations famiilar?
• You are asking for a new job and you get offered voluntary work.
• You want to work in TV and a film crew spends a day shooting in your street.
• You want your own horse and you find a stray dog in the street.
• You want a good relationship and you get chatted up by someone who’s married.
• You want a new dinner service – and you are given a cracked plate.
It’s very easy to get mad about the Universe’s seeming non-comprehension of what you want but stop before you do. Get grateful instead. “The Cracked Plate Syndrome” is a very clear message that you’re on your way but something still needs a little more (or maybe a little less!) attention.
It’s actually a wonderful thing when something borderline to your desire shows up in your life. No, you don’t have to accept what’s come as the final answer but you do need to acknowledge it as a step in the right direction.
I first came across “The Cracked Plate Syndrome” in Catherine Ponder’s Bible of creating abundance, The Dynamic Laws of Prosperity (De Vors). Catherine teaches that the cracked plate is a clear sign from the Universe that the dinner service you want is on its way. All you have to do is check the signals you’re putting out and start giving thanks that what you want is already yours and moving closer.
Checking the signals you’re putting out is important. Sometimes you’re not quite asking clearly. For example, asking the Universe for full healing for a sick person or pet could (to the Universe) mean taking them home to Heaven. Asking for full physical wellness for that animal is closer to the mark.
I once asked for love with a kind, funny loving man like my former boss (who was a cutie). Guess what? I started being asked out by married men. I’d forgotten the all-important stipulation of a single kind, funny, loving man. My boss was married so the Universe thought that was the complete package that I wanted. Remember, Universal Law is very literal.
Don’t panic; you don’t have to fret frantically over the exact wording for your desire – that’s exactly what the Cracked Plate Syndrome is for: to help you hone your request and clarify your desire.
However if you’re constantly getting cracked plates, it could be that you are actually asking for something that can’t come to you either because your energy simply isn’t aligned to it yet — or it’s something that wouldn’t do you any good if it did come.
And leading on from that, it may be that the cracked plate is what you do want after all.
For example: I want to do more interfaith work so I Googled ‘Interfaith teacher’ and came up with a Fellowship in the Interfaith Department at Cambridge University. Now, in the academic world I would appear not to have a cat’s hope in hell when it comes to being accepted as a Fellow at one of the UK’s top universities; I simply don’t have the academic qualifications.
Several of my friends thought I was crazy (and said so) but, within a week, I’d been offered lecturing work at Stafford University, a former polytechnic. So the Universe had marked my request and come up with the nearest cracked plate available. And I’m very grateful for it!
If you’re in any doubt about what you actually do want or whether what the Universe is offering you is the cracked plate or the Full Monty, the simplest answer is to get vaguer!
Every day give thanks for everything you have appreciated in the last 24 hours from stroking a pet, through having a cup of tea to not being run over by a bus. And then tell the Universe that you want to wake up happy tomorrow and to receive a wonderful, amazing and delightful surprise.
That makes it so much easier for you to create a life full of happiness – and the perfect dinner service. Because you may have been asking for white plates with an ivy pattern and the simple truth is that you are plain plate with a silver edging kind of person; you just don’t know it yet.
Asking for a lovely surprise frees up all parties in the Ask and Allow equation. You get what the Universe knows you will love and the Universe doesn’t get its hands tied in a knot.
Trust your Higher Self to know best. Trust the Universe to deliver. Just get happy; that’s really all it takes and if by the Law of Attraction you see a physical cracked plate in the next week, I bet you’ll laugh out loud.
• You are asking for a new job and you get offered voluntary work.
• You want to work in TV and a film crew spends a day shooting in your street.
• You want your own horse and you find a stray dog in the street.
• You want a good relationship and you get chatted up by someone who’s married.
• You want a new dinner service – and you are given a cracked plate.
It’s very easy to get mad about the Universe’s seeming non-comprehension of what you want but stop before you do. Get grateful instead. “The Cracked Plate Syndrome” is a very clear message that you’re on your way but something still needs a little more (or maybe a little less!) attention.
It’s actually a wonderful thing when something borderline to your desire shows up in your life. No, you don’t have to accept what’s come as the final answer but you do need to acknowledge it as a step in the right direction.
I first came across “The Cracked Plate Syndrome” in Catherine Ponder’s Bible of creating abundance, The Dynamic Laws of Prosperity (De Vors). Catherine teaches that the cracked plate is a clear sign from the Universe that the dinner service you want is on its way. All you have to do is check the signals you’re putting out and start giving thanks that what you want is already yours and moving closer.
Checking the signals you’re putting out is important. Sometimes you’re not quite asking clearly. For example, asking the Universe for full healing for a sick person or pet could (to the Universe) mean taking them home to Heaven. Asking for full physical wellness for that animal is closer to the mark.
I once asked for love with a kind, funny loving man like my former boss (who was a cutie). Guess what? I started being asked out by married men. I’d forgotten the all-important stipulation of a single kind, funny, loving man. My boss was married so the Universe thought that was the complete package that I wanted. Remember, Universal Law is very literal.
Don’t panic; you don’t have to fret frantically over the exact wording for your desire – that’s exactly what the Cracked Plate Syndrome is for: to help you hone your request and clarify your desire.
However if you’re constantly getting cracked plates, it could be that you are actually asking for something that can’t come to you either because your energy simply isn’t aligned to it yet — or it’s something that wouldn’t do you any good if it did come.
And leading on from that, it may be that the cracked plate is what you do want after all.
For example: I want to do more interfaith work so I Googled ‘Interfaith teacher’ and came up with a Fellowship in the Interfaith Department at Cambridge University. Now, in the academic world I would appear not to have a cat’s hope in hell when it comes to being accepted as a Fellow at one of the UK’s top universities; I simply don’t have the academic qualifications.
Several of my friends thought I was crazy (and said so) but, within a week, I’d been offered lecturing work at Stafford University, a former polytechnic. So the Universe had marked my request and come up with the nearest cracked plate available. And I’m very grateful for it!
If you’re in any doubt about what you actually do want or whether what the Universe is offering you is the cracked plate or the Full Monty, the simplest answer is to get vaguer!
Every day give thanks for everything you have appreciated in the last 24 hours from stroking a pet, through having a cup of tea to not being run over by a bus. And then tell the Universe that you want to wake up happy tomorrow and to receive a wonderful, amazing and delightful surprise.
That makes it so much easier for you to create a life full of happiness – and the perfect dinner service. Because you may have been asking for white plates with an ivy pattern and the simple truth is that you are plain plate with a silver edging kind of person; you just don’t know it yet.
Asking for a lovely surprise frees up all parties in the Ask and Allow equation. You get what the Universe knows you will love and the Universe doesn’t get its hands tied in a knot.
Trust your Higher Self to know best. Trust the Universe to deliver. Just get happy; that’s really all it takes and if by the Law of Attraction you see a physical cracked plate in the next week, I bet you’ll laugh out loud.
Tuesday
The Sabbath
“I’m late. I’m late!” said the White Rabbit.
This article is late. Technically it should have been sent out on 28th February or 1st March. And the reason why it wasn’t is this month’s topic.
The Sabbath.
Despite the fact that guilt tried to gnaw me raw I didn’t write it yesterday. I didn’t check my emails. I didn’t answer the phone. I didn’t go on Facebook or Twitter; I kept my mobile turned off; I didn’t update my website which was suddenly (again!) totally out of date. I worked all weekend so Monday was my Sabbath.
“Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy” is the fourth of the Ten Commandments. If we are of a similar age and upbringing, you’ll remember deeply boring Sunday mornings in Church and Sunday afternoons with absolutely nothing to do apart from (in term time) the dreaded homework.
Nowadays, of course, it’s different. You can do pretty much whatever you please on the Sabbath, whether it’s Saturday or Sunday or any other day off if you are working at the weekend.
But do you? Especially if you work for yourself or as a freelance? Or do you still open up the computer and deal with emails? Do you succumb to Facebook or Twitter addiction? Do you scorn the idea of keeping a day separate and sacred? Do you have good intentions but get ambushed by family, colleagues or friends? Does the dreaded Should bite your neck?
It’s not easy to celebrate a Sabbath. In the fast-paced world there’s always the Blackberry, the mobile and the Internet. But I’d suggest you try.
The idea is not about being bored. It’s not even about stopping you from going shopping or having fun; it’s about slowing down enough to be able to hear the Daughter of the Voice.
The Daughter of the Voice is one of the names for Shekhinah, the Presence of God, also known as the Feminine of God. This is the part of Divinity which touches our Higher Self and which gives birth to us and receives us back at death.
It’s often said that prayer is talking to God and meditation is listening to God and a Sabbath is a whole day where we are meant to slow down enough to be able to hear our intuition — the Still, Small Voice. It can tell us where we’re going right and where we are out of kilter. But it can’t compete with the noise of constant action.
I worked both days of the last two weekends and the first temptation was to say that I didn’t need time off was everything I was doing was delightful and inspirational. I’d done two workshops and taught at the Interfaith Seminary and had had a ball on every occasion. So my ego was fairly emphatic that more fun was not required; what WAS required was administration, banking, accounting, answering emails, writing etc. etc.
And other people can’t be expected to know you’re taking a day off either. The phone rang these last two Mondays just as much as it always does. It’s not easy to let it ring and challenging for my husband to have to answer it for me and tell someone with a pressing enquiry that I’m not available when I’m obviously doing very little.
And apart from that, defining a Sabbath is pretty tricky. In essence it’s meant to be about not doing what you do every other day. Ringing the changes.
Should I go shopping? Should I phone my mother? Should I do the washing? Should I clean out the chickens? Should I do something worthwhile instead of blogging in front of the TV? Was it defaming the Sabbath to be blogging in front of the TV? Should I cook? Should I take just that one phone call? Should I send just one email in case someone’s worrying? After all, I haven’t been on the Internet since Friday so checking emails would be okay wouldn’t it?
No, it wouldn’t. Because it would be succumbing to the demon of Should.
Maybe that’s it. The Sabbath is a day off from doing anything that we Should.
That’s going to be a tricky one I know but I think that’s just the point. Our life is run by so many unacknowledged Shoulds.
One of the things I love about the Jewish faith is that debate about the laws is encouraged so there can always be a lively discussion about what’s appropriate. Even if the discussion is only inside our own head.
One thing I do know for sure. If we don’t take time out for the Still Small Voice then we’ll never be free of the Shoulds or the Hows or the Urgents.
Yes, today when I logged onto the internet there were five emails saying “Please confirm you received this…” because I hadn’t replied in three days. But I know the answer to that now because it came to me easily and peacefully yesterday as I sat with my feet up, a beagle on my lap and a good book in my hands. I can put an “Enjoying a Day Off” out of office auto-reply on my emails for just that one day a week. I can put a message on the answerphone. I can own up to the fact that I take a Sabbath. For me and for God. And without that, I can’t deal with you guys half as well as I do.
So this month, take a Sabbath just for fun, once a week. If it’s too much to ask, I’d respectfully suggest that’s the root of practically ALL your prosperity issues in just one go.
Bless you and have a wonderful March.
This article is late. Technically it should have been sent out on 28th February or 1st March. And the reason why it wasn’t is this month’s topic.
The Sabbath.
Despite the fact that guilt tried to gnaw me raw I didn’t write it yesterday. I didn’t check my emails. I didn’t answer the phone. I didn’t go on Facebook or Twitter; I kept my mobile turned off; I didn’t update my website which was suddenly (again!) totally out of date. I worked all weekend so Monday was my Sabbath.
“Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy” is the fourth of the Ten Commandments. If we are of a similar age and upbringing, you’ll remember deeply boring Sunday mornings in Church and Sunday afternoons with absolutely nothing to do apart from (in term time) the dreaded homework.
Nowadays, of course, it’s different. You can do pretty much whatever you please on the Sabbath, whether it’s Saturday or Sunday or any other day off if you are working at the weekend.
But do you? Especially if you work for yourself or as a freelance? Or do you still open up the computer and deal with emails? Do you succumb to Facebook or Twitter addiction? Do you scorn the idea of keeping a day separate and sacred? Do you have good intentions but get ambushed by family, colleagues or friends? Does the dreaded Should bite your neck?
It’s not easy to celebrate a Sabbath. In the fast-paced world there’s always the Blackberry, the mobile and the Internet. But I’d suggest you try.
The idea is not about being bored. It’s not even about stopping you from going shopping or having fun; it’s about slowing down enough to be able to hear the Daughter of the Voice.
The Daughter of the Voice is one of the names for Shekhinah, the Presence of God, also known as the Feminine of God. This is the part of Divinity which touches our Higher Self and which gives birth to us and receives us back at death.
It’s often said that prayer is talking to God and meditation is listening to God and a Sabbath is a whole day where we are meant to slow down enough to be able to hear our intuition — the Still, Small Voice. It can tell us where we’re going right and where we are out of kilter. But it can’t compete with the noise of constant action.
I worked both days of the last two weekends and the first temptation was to say that I didn’t need time off was everything I was doing was delightful and inspirational. I’d done two workshops and taught at the Interfaith Seminary and had had a ball on every occasion. So my ego was fairly emphatic that more fun was not required; what WAS required was administration, banking, accounting, answering emails, writing etc. etc.
And other people can’t be expected to know you’re taking a day off either. The phone rang these last two Mondays just as much as it always does. It’s not easy to let it ring and challenging for my husband to have to answer it for me and tell someone with a pressing enquiry that I’m not available when I’m obviously doing very little.
And apart from that, defining a Sabbath is pretty tricky. In essence it’s meant to be about not doing what you do every other day. Ringing the changes.
Should I go shopping? Should I phone my mother? Should I do the washing? Should I clean out the chickens? Should I do something worthwhile instead of blogging in front of the TV? Was it defaming the Sabbath to be blogging in front of the TV? Should I cook? Should I take just that one phone call? Should I send just one email in case someone’s worrying? After all, I haven’t been on the Internet since Friday so checking emails would be okay wouldn’t it?
No, it wouldn’t. Because it would be succumbing to the demon of Should.
Maybe that’s it. The Sabbath is a day off from doing anything that we Should.
That’s going to be a tricky one I know but I think that’s just the point. Our life is run by so many unacknowledged Shoulds.
One of the things I love about the Jewish faith is that debate about the laws is encouraged so there can always be a lively discussion about what’s appropriate. Even if the discussion is only inside our own head.
One thing I do know for sure. If we don’t take time out for the Still Small Voice then we’ll never be free of the Shoulds or the Hows or the Urgents.
Yes, today when I logged onto the internet there were five emails saying “Please confirm you received this…” because I hadn’t replied in three days. But I know the answer to that now because it came to me easily and peacefully yesterday as I sat with my feet up, a beagle on my lap and a good book in my hands. I can put an “Enjoying a Day Off” out of office auto-reply on my emails for just that one day a week. I can put a message on the answerphone. I can own up to the fact that I take a Sabbath. For me and for God. And without that, I can’t deal with you guys half as well as I do.
So this month, take a Sabbath just for fun, once a week. If it’s too much to ask, I’d respectfully suggest that’s the root of practically ALL your prosperity issues in just one go.
Bless you and have a wonderful March.
Sunday
Allowing
All the Law of Attraction teachings are clear on the idea that there are three stages.
1/ You ask
2/ Source gives
3/ You allow.
Number three is always the challenging one; it took me ages even to get it, let alone to practice it, let alone to allow it.
But this month I’ve had three lovely examples of how allowing does work.
The theory is that, having asked — i.e. “May my perfect partner come,” you let go of any worries and cares about the outcome and get on with the process of being happy.
But if we are still worrying or wishing or even hoping, that means we are not allowing the process to unfold because we are poking at the vibration instead of letting the Universe getting on with the job.
Or we are seeing more examples of what we don’t want … and commenting on those in our mind or out loud. Even just observing them with distaste or sadness lowers that pesky vibration level again.
Or we are checking in ever so regularly to see if the metaphysical kettle has boiled yet and, if it hasn’t, switching the plug on and off or even changing the fuse.
Just today I asked just to encounter well-mannered dogs on my walk with Dessy because she’s still a bit nervy about bouncy big dogs when she’s off the lead. Then I saw some people with dogs ahead of me and put her back on the lead. A little voice in my head said, ‘Oh I see. You ask for good dogs and then you prepare for bad dogs? Oh ye of little faith!’ I took Dessy off the lead, put on my ‘calm and assertive’ mode and of course, the dogs were all beautifully behaved and Dessy was fine.
Recently, I was doing a Raphael Healing Mass for the survivors of the Haiti earthquake and I asked my Facebook friends if they had any names they wanted me to put on the prayer list for the Mass. To be honest I wasn’t expecting much response as a Mass can sound quite scary or orthodox to people in the New Age field.
Seventeen requests later, I wrote down all the names and began to prepare for the Mass.
Then I received the phone call from my friend Roger saying that his Uncle John had been taken to hospital in an emergency and could I please go and be with him as it would take Roger more than three hours to get up from South London. John has dementia, has no other living relatives and his nursing home couldn’t spare any staff to sit with him for hours in intensive care.
So, I didn’t do the Mass that day.
However, within 24 hours I had four messages of huge gratitude from people saying that something akin to a miracle had occurred in their or their loved one’s life.
It hadn’t happened from this end! Although I did do the Mass the next day and I’m sure that in the higher worlds, time doesn’t matter the way it does on Earth, I think what happened was that the people concerned asked, believed, let go and then the healing could occur.
Meanwhile John was still in big trouble in hospital. Roger kept asking me to pray for him to live and wasn’t in any space for me to say that perhaps John wanted to go. He is 87 after all.
On the second day, Roger had to go home and it was just me alone. John was conscious but not connecting with anything and obviously frightened. I told him that it was absolutely fine for him to die if he wanted to and that he could take his time deciding. Then I held his hand said the ho’oponopono prayer of ‘I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me thank you,’ out loud to him for an hour. He calmed down and his pulse steadied. The staff nurse tried taking him off the oxygen. He was fine and relaxed more. Then I read to him for an hour from Florence Scovel Shinn’s book ‘The Game of Life and How to Play It.’ I really enjoyed doing both and, to be honest, I didn’t mind one way or another whether John lived or died.
When I had to go, I told John that I had to leave and that I would come back the next day. He opened his eyes, looked straight into my eyes, squeezed my hand and said ‘Bye bye.’
Four days later, John is on a ward, out of acute care. He has decided to live — for the moment at least. But I’m sure it helped that he was able to calm down and allow himself to heal in any way he wanted to deep inside.
So February is nominated ‘Allowing Month.’ See if there’s just one thing you can leave to the Universe to take care of for you. Ask, believe and get on with whatever makes you happy. Wishing you a wonderful month.
1/ You ask
2/ Source gives
3/ You allow.
Number three is always the challenging one; it took me ages even to get it, let alone to practice it, let alone to allow it.
But this month I’ve had three lovely examples of how allowing does work.
The theory is that, having asked — i.e. “May my perfect partner come,” you let go of any worries and cares about the outcome and get on with the process of being happy.
But if we are still worrying or wishing or even hoping, that means we are not allowing the process to unfold because we are poking at the vibration instead of letting the Universe getting on with the job.
Or we are seeing more examples of what we don’t want … and commenting on those in our mind or out loud. Even just observing them with distaste or sadness lowers that pesky vibration level again.
Or we are checking in ever so regularly to see if the metaphysical kettle has boiled yet and, if it hasn’t, switching the plug on and off or even changing the fuse.
Just today I asked just to encounter well-mannered dogs on my walk with Dessy because she’s still a bit nervy about bouncy big dogs when she’s off the lead. Then I saw some people with dogs ahead of me and put her back on the lead. A little voice in my head said, ‘Oh I see. You ask for good dogs and then you prepare for bad dogs? Oh ye of little faith!’ I took Dessy off the lead, put on my ‘calm and assertive’ mode and of course, the dogs were all beautifully behaved and Dessy was fine.
Recently, I was doing a Raphael Healing Mass for the survivors of the Haiti earthquake and I asked my Facebook friends if they had any names they wanted me to put on the prayer list for the Mass. To be honest I wasn’t expecting much response as a Mass can sound quite scary or orthodox to people in the New Age field.
Seventeen requests later, I wrote down all the names and began to prepare for the Mass.
Then I received the phone call from my friend Roger saying that his Uncle John had been taken to hospital in an emergency and could I please go and be with him as it would take Roger more than three hours to get up from South London. John has dementia, has no other living relatives and his nursing home couldn’t spare any staff to sit with him for hours in intensive care.
So, I didn’t do the Mass that day.
However, within 24 hours I had four messages of huge gratitude from people saying that something akin to a miracle had occurred in their or their loved one’s life.
It hadn’t happened from this end! Although I did do the Mass the next day and I’m sure that in the higher worlds, time doesn’t matter the way it does on Earth, I think what happened was that the people concerned asked, believed, let go and then the healing could occur.
Meanwhile John was still in big trouble in hospital. Roger kept asking me to pray for him to live and wasn’t in any space for me to say that perhaps John wanted to go. He is 87 after all.
On the second day, Roger had to go home and it was just me alone. John was conscious but not connecting with anything and obviously frightened. I told him that it was absolutely fine for him to die if he wanted to and that he could take his time deciding. Then I held his hand said the ho’oponopono prayer of ‘I love you, I’m sorry, please forgive me thank you,’ out loud to him for an hour. He calmed down and his pulse steadied. The staff nurse tried taking him off the oxygen. He was fine and relaxed more. Then I read to him for an hour from Florence Scovel Shinn’s book ‘The Game of Life and How to Play It.’ I really enjoyed doing both and, to be honest, I didn’t mind one way or another whether John lived or died.
When I had to go, I told John that I had to leave and that I would come back the next day. He opened his eyes, looked straight into my eyes, squeezed my hand and said ‘Bye bye.’
Four days later, John is on a ward, out of acute care. He has decided to live — for the moment at least. But I’m sure it helped that he was able to calm down and allow himself to heal in any way he wanted to deep inside.
So February is nominated ‘Allowing Month.’ See if there’s just one thing you can leave to the Universe to take care of for you. Ask, believe and get on with whatever makes you happy. Wishing you a wonderful month.
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