Cow Pose – a fantastic torso and spine stretch!
And Cow Pose massages your internal organs, too!
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Dolphin Pose from the Book: Bed Yoga
Dolphin Pose ….
Dolphin Pose is an alternate pose for Downward dog, which can be done in bed. Details of how to do the move are found in Bed Yoga, Easy, Healing Yoga Moves You Can Do in Bed.
Boat Pose: A Great Pose You Can Do in Bed From Bed Yoga
Bed Yoga –
Easy, Healing Yoga Moves You Can Do in Bed
Boat Pose is great! It stimulates your digestion and improves core strength, and is a great stress reliever.
5 Minute Stories
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Dear Readers,
Over the years, I’ve had many, many short stories published in print magazines, literary publications, and online. I’ve brought together a few of my previously published stories in a small collection titled: 5 Minute Stories.
These are stories of a young girl growing up on the Nebraska prairie—surprisingly, a lot like me. I hope you enjoy visiting another place with a quieter pace….
Click on the cover to be taken to your favorite bookstore:
The 4th of July – Minute Stories
Here is a Minute story that is not in the collection:
The 4th of July
Minute chased Banner around his corral behind the house, but after a while of his skittery nonsense, she gave up, walked away and sat in the corner of the corral on a stump with her back to her horse. She slapped the bridle reins in the hot, dry, summer dirt, making poofs of dust. She turned to shout at him that he was no fun, but he stood, head hanging, right behind her.
“Oh … you don’t like it if I don’t play? Well, it’s no fun chasing you, either.” Minute started for the barn to hang up the bridle.
She heard the dull thud of Banner’s hooves as he followed behind her like a contrite puppy. She went through the Dutch door of the barn and turned to look out at the bright day, and her horse watched her with soulful expression. She brought the bridle back out, the sun glinted on the bit. Banner shied.
“Come on, what a sissy!” She held the bridle low and patted his muzzle with her other hand. “Come on, now.” She brought the bridle up and slipped the bit between his teeth, then she led him to the fence, climbed up to the second rail of the fence and hopped on, bareback.
“Finally!” she sighed. She reined Banner around and headed for the open land out back.
“Minute!” Mother called from the back door. “Come on, we’ve got work to do. You’ve had long enough to play with that horse.”
“Rats,” Minute said to herself. “I just got on,” she called back to her mother.
“You always say that. Come on, now!” Mother went back inside.
“Darn it!” Minute rode one turn around the corral, quickly scrambled down, took the bridle off Banner and hung it up. “See now, if you hadn’t horsed around, we could have been out back having fun and she wouldn’t have been able to call me,” Minute scolded Banner. “It’s all your fault.” She climbed over the fence and ran to the house.
Inside, it was like a cave, cool and dark. At first she could see nothing coming in from the bright sunlight. But the kitchen smelled wonderful.
What are you gaping at?” Mother’s voice came to her from near the stove.
“Nothing. I can’t see, it’s too dark.”
“Stop clowning around and let’s get some work done. Wash up, then wash those strawberries and take the stems off.”
“Okay.”
Mother was boiling eggs and potatoes for potato salad and Minute could smell the beans baking in the Dutch oven.
“Should have made the potato salad yesterday,” Mother said. “It’s better the second day.”
“Your potato salad always tastes great.”
“What are you after?”
“Nothing. Just hungry.” Minute put a strawberry in her mouth to prove her point.
“Don’t you eat those strawberries up,” Mother said.
“It was a little one, nobody wanted it anyway. I hope we have a pretty sunset.”
“Why?” Mother asked, pouring cold water on the potatoes and eggs, steam rising up around her pretty face.
“Because it’s the Fourth of July.”
“I’ve got to get the custard made for the ice-cream,” Mother said. “I’m never going to get everything together in time to eat at a decent hour.”
“At least it’s Daddy’s day off. I like it when we celebrate the Fourth on the real day.”
“Um,” Mother said into her blue plaid cookbook.
“Don’t you think it’s more fun?” Minute asked.
“What’s that?”
“When Daddy’s day off is the same as the real Fourth of July. Then, we can have our own fireworks and watch everyone else’s at the same time. It’s more exciting.”
“Oh,” Mother said. “That’s true. But he gets double time when he works a holiday.”
“What does that mean?”
“That he makes twice as much money.”
“For just one day?”
“Yes.”
“Oh,” Minute almost said, “Phooey!” because now the railroad had taken the fun out of her holiday. But she looked at Mother concentrating on putting together the ingredients for the ice-cream custard, so she just kept taking the stems of the strawberries off, feeling quiet.
“I wonder where your father is?” Mother asked
“He’s in the garden,” Minute answered. “I’m hungry.”
“You said that already.”
“I know. I’m still hungry. Can’t I have a pickle?”
“Pickles and strawberries, you’ll ruin your appetite.”
“No I won’t. I’m real hungry.”
“You’ll ruin my appetite. Why a pickle?”
“Because they’re little and you wouldn’t even notice it was gone.”
“Oh, you want one of those sweet pickles.”
“Yes. Gherkin, gherkin. It sounds more like what an animal would say then what a pickle would do.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, I’m just so hungry.”
“Well here, eat some pickles and it would serve you right if you got sick.”
“Why?”
“Because you want to eat a pickle.”
“Oh. I’m through with these strawberry stems, now what?”
“Since you have your face in the pickles, make up a relish dish. Slice some carrots and put cream cheese in the celery.”
Soon the potato salad and relish dish and ice-cream custard were in the refrigerator with the strawberries. Then Mother was busy washing the sweet corn on the cob that Daddy had brought in from the garden that morning.
The sun pulled toward the western horizon.
“Shouldn’t I call Daddy to start up the grill?”
“Yes, I was just going to tell you.”
Minute ran outside, found her father in the grain bin with her baby brother.
“Mother says start up the grill, it’s time to eat! And I’m hungry.”
“So am I.” He picked up the baby and they walked back to the house. While Daddy got the grill going, Minute and Mother ran in and out, setting the picnic table with the brightly colored picnic dishes and bringing out the food. The back door slam-slammed after them. Walker, the baby, sat quietly in his little car, sucked on a carrot, head swiveling, watching all the interesting activity.
At long last they sat down to their Forth of July picnic.
“Finally!” Minute exclaimed. “Somehow, I’m even hungrier than I was before! Wait ’til you taste the strawberries, Daddy, I washed them myself.”
“Did you now?” He nodded as he made short work of a long row of corn. “The cooks in this house are more than a harem of men deserves.”
“You cook really great, too,” Minute said.
“Why, I was including myself!” Daddy laughed.
“Such modesty!” Mother said, shaking her head.
When they’d devoured everything edible in sight, Daddy brought out the ice-cream freezer. He poured the custard into the metal center, set the beater in place and screwed the lid down tight. Then he positioned the container in the wooden bucket and packed ice and salt all around it. At last he fitted the handle on and began churning.
“This is the awful part,” Minute said.
“What do you mean?” he asked, “you’re not doing the work.”
“I know! But I’ve waited all day for fresh ice-cream. What if it doesn’t turn out?”
“‘Oh ye of little faith,’” Mother said.
“Well, I just can’t wait, that’s all.”
“Go bring the strawberries then, keep yourself busy,” Mother said.
Minute ran inside and grabbed the huge bowl of strawberries. Coming out the back door, she gasped at the sight of the city. The sun, setting in the west, thrust it’s orange and golden rays against the myriad windows of the city spread out in a valley ten miles to the east, sparkling like a village from heaven.
“Oh, look!” she cried.
Her parents looked up in alarm to where she pointed, then smiles settled on their faces at the sight of the golden city on the prairie.
Daddy stopped churning the ice-cream. No one moved until the moment of fairy-tale beauty passed as the sunlight faded from the windows.
“I hope I didn’t ruin the ice-cream by stopping,” Daddy said, churning with new vigor. “Oh, good, there, I can feel it setting up.” He made a few more careful turns. “Here we go.” He took off the handle and unscrewed the lid. Inside, magic had turned the liquid custard into a gallon of white, frothy homemade ice-cream.
“Won-der-ful!” Minute exclaimed.
Daddy pulled the container from the wooden bucket and carefully removed the beater. Mother handed him a bowl and a rubber spatula and he scooped the ice-cream into the bowl from the beater, then proceeded to take the first taste by licking the beater.
“Hmmm,” he said.
Minute watched enviously.
“Well, how is it?” Mother asked.
“The best ever. Yes indeed-y, this is the best ice-cream on the face of earth. Maybe heaven has better, but I wouldn’t risk my money on it.”
Mother filled bowls to the brim with ice-cream topped with fat, juicy, slices of strawberries.
Then they all—even the baby—had seconds.
“Oh, I ate too much,” Minute moaned.
“I told you not to eat that pickle,” Mother said, laughing.
“Yuck! A pickle.”
“I guess you’re too full to play with sparklers,” Daddy said.
“No-no-no! I’ll be all right in a minute. What about you, Daddy?”
“I guess I’ll be all right about the same time you are.”
As dusk crept to darkness, fireworks began to appear above the city like fireflies. Mother and Daddy moved from the picnic table to lawn chairs, and Minute sat in the grass, watching the increasing fervor of fireworks in the sky.
“There’s the drive-in theatre,” Daddy said.
“And there’s the air base,” said Mother.
“There’s the display at the capitol building,” Minute said. “Now I’m ready for sparklers!”
“Okay!” Daddy dug into his sack of goodies; snakes, one Roman candle, and blue, pink, gold, and silver sparklers. Mother started with a pink one and Minute chose a gold one. Daddy lighted their sparklers with the kitchen matches. Walker squealed with glee from Mother’s lap, while she held the sparkler away from him and wrote, “Walker” in the pink light.
After everyone had sparklered every color, there was much production and standing back and oohs and ahhs while Daddy lit the Roman candle. Then Daddy lit more sparklers for everyone. Except Walker of course.
Minute wrote, “HAPPY 4TH OF JULY” in the sky with the last silver sparkler.
“All gone,” Mother said softly to the baby, settling back into her lawn chair.
They returned their attention to the firework displays in the city.
“A perfect Fourth,” Minute said.
“It was nice,” Mother said with a tone in her voice that said, “even though.”
Minute looked from Mother to Daddy. “Doesn’t the Fourth of July mean freedom?”
“That’s right!” Daddy answered.
“Does freedom mean that you’re happy?”
“Hopefully.”
“You can be free from a lot of things, can’t you, or not free?”
“That’s true,” he agreed.
“Can you be free of not getting paid double time?”
Mother and Daddy exchanged a glance.
“‘Out of the mouth of babes,’” Mother whispered.
“Because,” Minute said, “we’re together and I want us to feel free, you know, and happy.”
“We are,” Daddy said, tugging on one of her long braids with one hand and reaching for Mother’s free hand with the other. “We are.”
“Like that,” Minute said, pointing to a huge firework raining to earth. “So free, everyone sees it.”
The End
Be The Different Flower
Sometimes it’s not easy being different –
but that’s what makes you YOU!
Dare to be the different flower….
Easy Pose from Bed Yoga by Blythe Ayne, Ph.D.
Easy Pose from Bed Yoga, strengthens your back, opens your hips, and calms your mind!
One of the wonderful things about yoga is that it does not have a competition mindset. I always get to be an Absolute Beginner – and so do you!
You honor your body with conscious movement and conscious relaxing, doing just what you need, when you need it. This attention to your body, to movement, to stillness, to breathing, also works to support, calm, and energize your mind and spirit as well as your body.
From people who are active athletes to people who are bedridden, yoga is healing and energizing!
Bed Yoga –
Easy, Healing Yoga Moves You Can Do in Bed
Bed Yoga – Bridge Pose
From Bed Yoga comes Bridge Pose –
a great way to strengthen your back and legs!
Bed Yoga is filled with my primitive but cheerful “stick people” demonstrating how to do bed yoga. In the morning when you’re too tired to get up, bed yoga will energize you, and in the evening when you can’t wind down, bed yoga will help you relax.
Reclining Butterfly-from Bed Yoga by Blythe Ayne, Ph.D.
Reclining Butterfly from Bed Yoga increases hip mobility, reduces stress and calms your mind.
One of the wonderful things about yoga is that it does not have a competition mindset. I always get to be an Absolute Beginner – and so do you! You honor your body with conscious movement and relaxing, doing just what you need, when you need it. This attention to your body, to movement, to stillness, to breathing, also works to support, calm, and energize your mind and spirit as well. From people who are active athletes to people who are bedridden, yoga is healing and energizing!
Bed Yoga –
Easy, Healing, Yoga Moves You Can Do in Bed
The Duckling’s Gratitude
Even the little duckling is grateful for her life!….
I may be just a little duckling
Only a few days in this wondrous world
But I bow my head in thanks to be here
With my tiny wings unfurled….
Romantic Monday – Pen to Heart
Pen to Heart
Pen to paper
Hand to Heart
Never together
Yet never apart
The Lovers linger
At ether’s door
For words to appear
Never read before
Separation is but
An illusion they find
When being together
Is the power of mind
All that matters
And what prevails
Is Love, true Love
All else pales
But ah! When loneliness
Sits on the heart
Like an unwelcome guest
At a cold unlit hearth
The mind wanders
To days together
In the past, in the future
In lavender and heather
On the breeze of thought
On wings of fire
When to touch your beloved
Is a persistent desire
Oh, Lovers apart
Put pen to heart
Write there the words
You felt from the start!
Blythe Ayne
Girl with Her Heart on Fire in the Forest
Thank you Pixabay for the inspiration.
#RomanticMonday #PentoHeart #HandtoHeart #PowerofMind #AllThatMatters
Mayhem!
Do you ever feel like mayhem has broken out?
Like things are in disorder? Like chaos is in the driver’s seat? Like all hell has broken loose?
Well, sometimes, it’s true! Sometimes there’s havoc, pandemonium, bedlam, turmoil, confusion, madness.
Sometimes – there is.
But! Don’t be pulled into the maelstrom.
As mayhem was breaking out around me during a particularly troublesome period, I stumbled upon a talk by Gregg Braden, with whom I’ve studied in the past. This was surprisingly serendipitous.
He said two things I’d like to pass on. I hope you find them helpful….
Dr. Braden said he’d been on all the continents except Antarctica over the previous two years, giving seminars and workshops. He said what he noticed, in the midst of the larger, planetary mayhem we’re in, is that people are waiting. All over the world, people are waiting.
His observation was that people are waiting for the world to return to how things used to be. And, while everyone is waiting for things to return to the way they used to be, things are falling apart more.
He said he wanted to communicate two things to people who are listening….
1. Things are not going to return to the way they were.
Not in our individual lives, and not globally. Stop waiting. Acknowledge that things – the world climate, the world economy, and so many other aspects of our lives and the life of the planet – have changed. They will not go back to the way they were.
Our minds must change as well. We must wake up and accept these changes. And get on with it.
Get on with it!
2. And the second thing he observed is that once we accept that things will not return to the way they were, it is time to ask:
“What do people need?”
and
“What does the planet need?”
Two Vital Questions
He illustrated his points with a story about his neighbor who was a builder of beautiful homes. This man was very successful, with many employees, and his homes in great demand.
Then the bottom fell out of his home-building business. He had no business, he had no employees. His life was suddenly a sinking boat. One night he woke in the middle of the night, thinking and thinking. He came to these two statements:
1. Things will never again be as they were before.
2. What do people need?
The result of his self-query was a design for gardens ranging from one by one foot, to four by eight feet. His gardens became in great demand. He’s more successful now than when building homes.
So!… The point of this post is not about his success. That’s merely the fallout of what’s vitally important. What’s important is:
1. Things will never again be as they were.
2. What do people need, what does the planet, need?
What about You?
You can be amazing in the midst of mayhem. You can make positive changes that help others and you can help Earth.
Yes, you!
You can become quiet and still in equanimity and ask, “What do people need?” “What does the planet need?”
Let the answer rise into your consciousness. Only you can do what you can do.
Only you ….
Blythe Ayne
Read Gregg Braden’s book: Human by Design for more insight.
The Greatest Gift
Dear enchanting Home
Of my diaphanous Heart
May you thrive in Love
As Love is Life’s greatest Art
May this day be one
Of delicate reflection
As we take a brief hiatus
And contemplate our direction
May we consider
Our amazing destiny
While we pause and give thanks
For every bird for every tree
For each tiny grain
Of the ocean’s far-reaching sand
For every intricate insect
In its niche in every land
May we each heed the call
To awaken from our sleep
To return to balance our Home
We’ve been entrusted to keep
For a gift is a kindness
Even if the Giver is unseen
And LIFE is the greatest gift
Whether one is pauper or queen
Won’t you share with me this moment
As the week goes rushing by
To stop in awe-struck gratitude
For the gift of you and I.
Metta,
Blythe Ayne
Fear of Failure, Fear of Success–Fated Twins or Helpful Teammates?
Although Fear of Failure and Fear of Success may seem as though they must be, somehow, opposite states of being, what underlies them both is the common ground of….
Fear of Change
We are often more willing to stay miserable than to move into the unknown. But learning to know the unknown is the envelope against which all manifestation and creation pushes.
“Anything I have ever done that was worthwhile …
initially scared me to death.”
Betty Bender
HOW DO I MOVE INTO THE UNKNOWN?
The secret to mastering the unknown is not really a secret. You simply take a baby step. Accomplish a small aspect of an endeavor, an experience, or your heart’s desire, rather than expecting to be entirely successful with it.
Want to end a sense of poverty? Get twenty $1 bills and give them away to strangers.
Want to write a book? Write an article about something that you are passionate about and publish it—free—on the web. Then Goggle yourself and see your name and work come up for the world to see.
Want to give paid seminars and talks to audiences of hundreds or even thousands? Give a complimentary talk at a community organization.
How did any of those experiences feel? Perhaps a little uncomfortable, perhaps a lot empowering.
These small steps in the direction you’re headed give you confidence, bring the fear down to manageable size, provide you with many learning experiences of how to continue toward your goal, and begin to clear the path that brings you and your intention toward one another.
RISK
Life involves risk, and risk suggests the possibility of failure. Be willing to take risks! Within those risks lie what you need to learn, within those risks like your rewards.
Another part of this fear-based impedance to our goals is fearing disapproval. You can end up virtually paralyzed in your longing for approval.
You want to be told you’re doing wonderful things, but fearing criticism, being laughed at, scorned, and/or ignored, you put the brakes on manifestation.
An attitude that is wise to acquire is as Wayne Dyer observed, “Your opinion of me is none of my business,” advising us not to be held hostage by longing to receive the good opinion of others. Do as your inner wisdom suggests. It is not possible to “make” others happy, in any case.
You may accept constructive feedback, but, in the end, you must stick by, and be faithful to, your inner knowing.
“Most of our obstacles would melt away
if, instead of cowering before them,
we made up our minds to walk
boldly through them.”
Orison Swett Marden
FEAR OF FAILURE
First, it’s helpful if you tell yourself that there is no such thing as “failure.” The process of discovering how not to do something or how something does not work is central to the process of learning. Otherwise, how will you know how to solve a problem?
You not only learn the correct answer to a problem through processes which do not work, but aspects of this form of learning experience may provide solutions to other problems.
Considering something a failure is simply a negative judgment of your experiences. Failure does not ultimately exist if, when you meet with a setback, you
• pick yourself up
• step back and study the complication
• then make a path around the boulder that landed on your road
and continue to move forward.
Failure only exists when you decide to fail, when you decide to stop moving toward your goal. Honor that energy in you that calls you to your purpose.
We’ve not been taught, at least not formally, how to handle experiences which do not fulfill our expectations. We have been given many models of failure, however.
For instance, if a child has learned 60 percent of the material being taught in school, the child has failed. Why would that child continue to try? Failure is so inflexible.
John Holt, in his book How Children Fail writes, “For many years, I have been asking myself why intelligent children act unintelligently at school. The simple answer is ‘because they’re scared’… fear destroys intelligence… it affects a child’s whole way of looking at, thinking about, and dealing with life.”
“The greatest mistake you can make in life
is to continually fear you will make one.”
Elbert Hubbard
EXPECTATION FAILURES
When something you’ve undertaken comes out as anticipated, that’s great! However, that experience doesn’t teach much. That is to say, what you expected to happen, happened. What you already knew was put into action, with anticipated results.
And so you continue that behavior (which was, no doubt, learned at some previous—fearsome!—point). But when the outcome falls short of your expectation, you need to recover from the “failure” so as not to repeat the same expectation failure behavior again.
Learning occurs by this process. Be not afraid!
FEAR OF SUCCESS
Fear of Success, once again looks into the maw of the fear of the unknown. You may make up pictures of success, but if they are so huge and unfamiliar in comparison to the life you know, it’ll be frightening.
Even if your conscious mind is saying, “Oh boy, let me at it!” The subconscious mind is saying, “YIKES! I don’t know that territory, and I’m not moving into it.”
When the subconscious mind is not congruent with the conscious mind, guess which rules? Yes, the subconscious will dominate the outcome with numerous actions and behaviors of self-sabotage.
A primary Fear of Success is the fear of accountability. If you raise up a step on the ladder of success it feels like you must stay there, but it’s sort of high, and seems to require constant attention, which is uncomfortable and energy-tapping. It’s not difficult to talk oneself into not taking the step up the ladder in the first place.
There is also the Fear of Success of incongruity, of seeming to be someone you do not feel like you are inside. The Wizard of Oz was quick to say to Dorothy and friends when Toto pulled aside his curtain, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!”
We all fear a little Toto who will reveal the true, small person, the faker. The solution is to move forward authentically, to give up these self-conscious thoughts to the part of you which knows your potential. (Feed your Toto a little yummy treat, so that he doesn’t go looking for mischief.)
As you will recall, when The Wizard of Oz finally stepped into his own, true, person-sized self, he then became truly great. He became helpful and wise and fulfilled his purpose.
That True Being is in each and every one of us, manifested in a vision of perfection by the creative force.
Another Fear of Success raises up when one is motivated by vindication, or an “I’ll show them!” attitude. This emotional terrain does not have a strong support under it. If success is based on vindication, it’s hollow and unsatisfying, because it’s about other people, not yourself.
That’s not to say that a bit of “I’ll show them!” isn’t motivating. But it’s not effective if it is the predominate emotion.
Fear of Success often revolves around guilt. Ah, guilt! That emotion that is about others, and not about one’s self. Some people experience guilt if they improve themselves beyond where their parents have managed to arrive, or if they exceed their peers. People suffer guilt if changing the order of things. Guilt laces the doubt about one’s choices.
Guilt will make you ask yourself, “If I’m successful at this, is it what I was meant to do? I feel guilty not doing what I’m really supposed to be doing (whatever that is).”
Or maybe you hear yourself saying, “I feel guilty not doing what someone else says I ought to be doing.”
Let All of That Go!
There is no place for guilt in the process of creation, in being on purpose, in moving toward your goals, fulfilling your heart’s desire. Guilt is the giving up of your personal empowerment to others, and therefore will never go away as long as you grant it permission to stay.
Banish all thoughts and feelings of guilt, which, in any case, is a very low level emotion. When someone attempts to cause you to feel guilty, this is about their envy, jealousy, and insecurities. Simply lay that guilt on a gilt platter and hand it right back to them, saying clearly within yourself that you have no use for it.
Don’t trouble yourself to explain, you do not have to defend yourself, and guilt-makers will not hear you anyway. Keep your vision of your work and your success clear. Banish fear and keep moving.
“I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me
and through me. Where the fear has gone,
there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Frank Herbert
CONTEMPLATION: FEAR OF FAILURE, FEAR OF SUCCESS
Fear Motivation
We are driven to build structures from fear of excesses of cold and heat, we are driven to work from fear of starvation, we are driven to war from fear of loss of property, we are driven to reproduce from fear of loneliness.
But these fears are learned. We can learn to replace fear with more meaningful emotions. And we can become familiar with different levels of fear. Understand your fear. Get in the habit of contemplating your fear. Give it a number from one to ten. This undoes the power of fear, which, if we don’t stare it down and name it, always feels like a ten.
Fears are not objects that have their own reality. Feeling fear is a choice you make, choosing from among the myriad emotional options you have inside you.
If fear makes you uncomfortable, or impedes your motion toward your purpose, then stop, think, and make a different choice.
Say, “I choose to be Happy!” as Wayne Dyer suggests. Make a choice like that, and you’ll still receive the learning, while moving forward more effectively, not having to negate the fear.
Fears rarely equal consequences. The pictures your fears make are rarely what manifests. When you feel a fear, ask yourself, “what’s the worst that can happen?”
If afraid of public speaking, what’s the worst that can happen? You forget what you’re saying, you feel embarrassed. Okay. Did you DIE? No? Okay, not so bad.
Bring the fear down to the tiny thing it is, and choose a different emotion altogether. Why not choose to be happy? Say, instead. “I’m happy about public speaking.” Isn’t that a much nicer thought/feeling? Even if it’s incongruent, the more you harbor the thought, the more your feelings will fall in line with the though.
It’s just, exactly the same as having the thought of fear caused you to learn to feel fear. Change it. Grow away from fear. You have too much to accomplish to waste thoughts or feelings on fear.
And never forget to experience authentic GRATITUDE.
Masaru Emoto, who accomplished the amazing work in Messages from Water, which was featured in What the Bleep Do We Know, believes that gratitude is the very highest, most powerful, emotion we have. He says that it is, in his opinion, bigger than love. For myself, I see the two as inextricably linked. You cannot have the feeling of gratitude pulsing through you without love, and you cannot experience true, pure love without gratitude.
So, every time you make your way through some fear, be filled with gratitude for the experience. This lets your subconscious mind, your conscious mind, your emotional/feeling body, your higher self, your energy field beyond your body, and the cosmos know you are awake and conscious and taking in the opportunities that are presented to you.
Fears will melt away, leaving you with the path to your purpose open and beckoning.
Happy Journey!
Wavy Edges
I was helping my client sort out the arc of her novel a few days ago. We finally tracked down the illusive flow of her book in the pursuit of “idea, concept, premise,” as taught by Larry Brooks in his popular Willamette Writers’ conference workshop. Continue reading
My Heart
My Heart is as wide
As the Grand Canyon
When I say “I Love”
I’ve only begun
As Love is a Force
Beyond all others
Where strangers become
Sisters and Brothers
My Heart is as deep
As the Grand Canyon
Plunged into love
Like deep rivers run
For Love is a Spirit
An eternal Power
In morning’s sunrise
Love’s colors flower
My Heart is as cratered
As the Grand Canyon
Here is a chamber
For everyone
Come my friend
Into my Heart’s Grand Canyon
You’ll be loved forever
My dear companion.
Metta,
Blythe Ayne
Love is the Answer!
Love Is The Answer Beautifully illustrated with black and white images by the author. Volume also includes many of the world’s greatest quotes about the power and the wonder of Love.
Excerpts from Love Is The Answer:
Exponential Increase
Love has a very interesting action – the more it is given away, the more it becomes. The cup of love poured out becomes a bucket, the bucket spills over into a stream, the stream flows into a river, the river fills the oceans – that is the energy of love.
“The love we give away is the only love we keep.”
Elbert Hubbard
Love’s Instinct
There are many things that we know we know, even though we may not know how we know them.
The phone rings, you know it’s Mother or your friend, Mary. Sure enough, even without caller ID, that’s who’s on the other end.
You go to a job interview, and, although there are dozens of applicants, you know you are going to be offered the job. And you are offered the job.
Instinct is simply another word for love. True instinct has one purpose, one intention, and that is to serve you in the best way possible.
And so, too, it is of love.
“There is no instinct like that of the heart.”
Lord Byron
Happy Valentine’s Day
It’s Caturday – it’s Valentines Day
It’s two magnificent days in one
May you day be filled with balloons of Love
And endless Caturday fun
May you be utterly Valentined
And may you cats be Valentined too
If there’s not a special “One” in your life
May cupid visit you
May all the Caturday kitties
All the world ’round and ’round
Remind us how grateful we are
That we’re the person they found
May this day Love grow as never before
Rising up like heart-shaped balloons
And may we find ourselves singing
Our eternally favorite love tunes….
Because all we need is Love, Love –
Love is all we need…..
Within the flower of gentle Love
We find Love’s ever-manifesting seed.
Miss Valentine Kitty
As told to Blythe Ayne
Itty-Bitty Kitty Teaches: How to Fly
If you really want to fly
It’s very easy to do
You think about a birdy
And remember how she flew
Then go to an open field
With your favorite kind of flower
And breathe in their sweet smell
Packed with Life Force power
Next you start to run
Bursting with joy and glee
And soon you’ll start to fly
Just like you see me
Maybe you don’t fathom
The point to learning to fly
But it’s something truly wonderful
And here’s the reason why
When you can clearly picture
Yourself leaving the ground
You’ll believe in all your powers
The lesson is quite profound
But even more exciting
In my flying lessons for you
Is that you can “leave the ground”
In anything you do
You are so amazing
You have power to change the world
Only believe in yourself while imagining
Your wonderful wings unfurled!
Itty-Bitty Kitty’s Wisdom
As shared with Blythe Ayne
An Angel’s Visit
What if an Angel appeared
Upon your path today
In the midst of your work and your hurry
What would you have to say?
Imagine with me if you will
What this might be like
To see with ordinary vision
An Angel glowing in lightning strike
Would you desire to converse
With this Being from Heaven’s realm
Or would you be stricken silent
By glory overwhelmed?
Trust me my Beloved Friend
In your every breath Angels abide
They lean over you with Love and Care
They are always at your side
There is never a grief nor a trouble
But that Angels are supporting you
If you believe in your Angels
Their presence will come through
You have nothing to lose to call, ”Angels!”
Whenever life’s woes get you down
Your Angels are meant to attend you
As in spirit you wear a crown
How amazing is your own Light
That to an Angel shines like a star
Your Angels are close by you
For them there’s no such thing as far
So be comforted my Friend to know
If you can’t see their realm so near
You are cherished by your Angels
In your Heart may you hold them dear.
Blythe Ayne