Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Day 2 – March 22nd, 2011


Day 2! I re-read what I wrote yesterday and then I thought to myself: what an ambitious project you have gotten yourself into, Channel! 365 days of writing. What I cannot promise is that my entries will be all the same length!
This morning started pretty much like any other: Wake up at 3 am, sit up in bed and meditate, go back to sleep. Wake up to the sound of the alarm and cursing the alarm clock one more time; sit up and meditate, stumble out of bed and wake Mr. Grasshopper up.
This day felt really good, right from the very beginning. The Boys have been around all day shedding tons of light into my day. You see, one of the perks of being connected to Source is that you get these snippets of wisdom when you need them the most. It is not like if suddenly the skies open and a finger-looking cloud points in the direction I should be going as a thunder-sounding voice commands me: "This way." It is just inspiration – and god knows I need it! – Pure and simple inspiration that guides me towards the path of least resistance. It is also a confirmation that The Boys are always around. Now, don't get all excited about 'them' being guys or girls. They really are neither. I say "they" because it is a collective energy, so it wouldn't be right to call them "it" or "he" or "she". I call them "boys" because, for me, the word itself gives me a feeling of fun, adventurous and exciting, but it is clear to me that they are not "gender-specific."
I've been productive today. After the mandatory argument with The Grasshopper about how many calories I am "making him" eat, feeding the Tripod and rushing out the door to drive him to school, we had our great morning conversation. This morning we talked about our dreams and what we want to achieve. He wonders when the heck I'm going to be financially abundant so that we can take that long-promised trip to Italy. I'm not going to lie, I sometimes wonder too! He asked why I haven't made it happen. This, of course, brought on the conversation about The Boys and how they guide us to let things happen, rather than trying to force them into manifestation. There's no convincing him. He believes I've given them plenty of time and it is time for me to take matters into my own hands. If he only knew how many times I've thought that way and how it has back-fired (big time) on me! Which then led us to talk about inspired action (see how it all ties together?), and how when we relax, chill down and let our spirit flow, we are inspired to take specific actions that will lead us closer to the manifestation of our dreams. All of this in a 10-minute ride to school. Didn't I tell you? He is so insightful!
Came back home to find the Artist looking beautiful and ready to leave. Aaah! That meant I was going to have the house all to myself today, all day. Wait a second! Did that mean that I had to actually clean the house? I started not liking the idea, so in order to make that feeling go away, I sat down in front of old faithful and proceeded to respond to the avalanche of e-mails that had come in during the night. Not before making my daily call to the Manager, though. Oh, how I love her! Always making sure that I'm OK. Always watching after me! Maybe I should rename her and call her "Guardian", what do you think?
I was surprised, and so excited, to see how many hits this blog had during the night. And from so many faraway places! As I was expeditiously responding to e-mails, I received a call from overseas. It was the Nutritionist. I hadn't heard from her in a while. She and the Ladydoc called to share good news with me. That just brought my vibration even higher! I was so excited for them! I shared some difficult times with them back in the day and now the Universe seems to be bringing them back everything they have wished for. I love it when I see that good things happen to good people. During the whole conversation I kept feeling the chills running up and down my legs. The Boys again! After I hung up the phone I was so happy I couldn't focus on what I was doing. So I did laundry!
I know in the back of my mind that I need to prepare for this week's classes, but my ADD is hitting strongly today and I just can't get to that. Hehehe. I sit in front of the computer and all I want to do is browse the internet and check out Facebook. Focus, Channel, focus. As I did that and started working on my class, I got a call from the Author. Those conversations are so juicy and fun, that I had to stop and enjoy this. I love her words of advice and her perspective. She can be so much fun! So light and fluffy and yet so smart and realistic. She loved the blog! Back to work. But not for long.
Then I got an email from the Irish Intuitive. We are co-authoring a beautiful journal about changing your life in 3 weeks. The cover design is BEAUTIFUL. This is also a very exciting adventure. I can't believe it! I've published one (super amazing) book in two languages, and now I am co-authoring this beautiful journal with an amazing person. I am also in the process of writing my second book and have started this new journey with you. Isn't life just amazing? No wonder Mr. Grasshopper is so confused about not having the funds to take that vacation to Italy! Stay with me. I'm sure it's going to get better!
Waiting to hear news from the House Whisperer. Nothing yet.
The knot I felt in my stomach last week is gone and it has been replaced by this exciting new feeling of joy and hope. Meditation is definitely the best of all medicines.
Later on in the day it was time to make myself pretty and go meet the Book Dealer for a drink. That went really well. Came back home to find the Grasshopper waiting for me to help him type a very long paper, "because I'm such a fast typist." Right.
And that's all I have to say right now! See you all tomorrow! Sweet dreams!

2 comments:

circe said...

I must thank this text so much for showing us how to notice and read the signs of our own "boys" (hahaha, I liked the name; years ago I had a very near experience, I called them "mis niños"- my kids. It has been a very reliefing¿? text. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

Pete Ashman said...

Hehehehehe