Principle is my foundation. Mind is my guide. Soul is my music. Life is my friend in whom I abide. Truth is my protector. Love is my mother. Spirit is my reality. I need no other. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
I woke up to find out that someone(s) had attempted to steal from me – long story involving trickery and someone posing as me in an email. Anyway. At first I was freaked out by this. But then this weird thing happened. I felt this kind of detached calm about it all. I took the steps I needed to take to to try to fix the problem, and then got in my car and drove up to Bellingham for a nice walk on the boardwalk. The sky still had pink in it when I got up there. There were goldeneye ducks and seagulls and cool patterns in the bay. Everyone I passed gave me a friendly smile for a smile. It was lovely.
I stopped at the Colophon and as soon as I walked in the hostess/server asked me if I’d like my favorite peach Arnold Palmer drink – she recognized me! And then she led me back to my favorite seat in the corner. I ordered some avocado toast and sipped my peach tea and just soaked up the happy vibes.
It came to me that I was in control of how I was going to feel. The person who had attempted to steal from me wasn’t the boss of me, and had no say in how I was going to feel about my day.
The server gave me another peach tea to take with me when I left, and I left a big tip in appreciation for the friendly kindness I’d felt at the restaurant – a reminder of all the good folks in the world with me.
Shakespeare wrote: “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” And I saw how true that was today. I could choose to be all ruffled and affronted at the way my morning had started. Or I could choose to find joy for myself.
Life isn’t “out to get me.” Life is good.
(Photo below is of a goldeneye duck on Bellingham Bay this morning. Photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell.)
Last sunset of twenty twenty-two rotates into first sunrise of twenty-three connecting yesteryear to a year that’s new and what we were to what we’ll be. I pull off the road to take this year’s first photo and a man stops his car to check if I need help and gives me my first kind smile of the year. I thank him and tell him I’m fine – just taking in my first sunrise of a new time. He laughs and says he understands and watches with me as a swan lands and we wish each other a good year.
Love is the only source; the only cause; the only effect; the only power; the only presence; the only creator. Love is All.
We come from Love; we are the effect of Love; we manifest the power of Love; we express the presence of Love; we reflect the perfection of Love; we are the image and likeness of our creator; we are the ideas and children of Love.
Anything that would keep us from being the reflection of perfect Love is a lie for we are Love being Love.
Love is omnipotent, omnipresent, glorious All. And we are Her children. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
It’s a humble holiday, tucked in between Christmas and New Year’s, but it’s really keen. Things look a little bedraggled, it’s true. The tree’s a little droopy and no longer new.
The movies and music of the Christmas season are getting on our nerves now, and we’re seeing no reason to eat even one more sugary oversweet sweet. It’s time for broccoli and carrots (maybe hold on the beets).
The pressure for perfection comes off on this day, the toys have been opened, and it’s come time to play. And if before we were wearing faux holiday cheer to blend in with the others and not Scroogey appear –
it’s time now to be genuine, and honest and real – the food banks are empty, people still need a warm meal. The homeless and hungry and jobless and alone still need love and caring, still need a home.
It’s 3:00 in the morning when I awake to find it arrived while I slept! Christmas has landed in my heart! I slip out of the bedroom and go downstairs and the cats greet me in the hall. I think they feel it, too. I plug in the Christmas lights above the mantel and settle into my chair near the woodstove. Black cat rubs his head against my hand. Calico cat jumps up in the chair next to mine and tucks her paws underneath her and closes her eyes – we are enjoying each other’s company. The Christmas lights sparkle off the smooth surfaces around me. I sing “Silent Night” to the cats and they turn to me and listen. Magic is here! Incredible good beyond imagining is here and more on its way! Peace! Joy! Love! Hope! It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!