Happily Giving Thanks

We live in a bountiful land, loaded to the gills with so many blessings, in the produce of the land, the variety of forests, the differences of the dirt itself, in color and chemical makeup.  We Americans live in comfort, for the most part; comfort that citizens of other parts of the world cannot even imagine.  We have access, and now more access, to health care, to the treatments and drugs we need to survive the many and various bacteria and viruses which are always with us.  We are blessed, and we have much for which to be grateful.

Shortly after I launched this blog, I announced a Gratitude Challenge which, as far as I know, two people have  accepted.  Maybe people don’t know how to say it, or write it.  With a short self-inventory, however, I believe anyone can come up with at least a couple of reasons to give thanks. This very act reminds me of how good my life is, and how often I squander it, when I get wrapped up in happenings of the day.  I am reminded, each Saturday, when I write this list, of how fortunate my family has been, (as I am the least healthy of us, and I am working on that.)  I wish I could convey the feeling of peace I find in writing that post every week.  Maybe if I could, more readers would be willing to take a stab at it.

This is not a religious act.  When I give thanks, I offer it up to the stream of consciousness, and to everyone and everything that is made up of a tiny fraction of the material of the universe.  We are the little pieces of the universe which it makes of itself in order to be conscious and to have effect on each other and the world, hopefully for good.  We are stardust, and that makes us and our thanks as luminous as every star in the sky.  On Thanksgiving day, when I see for how much I can be grateful, I say Thanks.  I am a very lucky woman.


With the Universe, or Against Ourselves?

This is a short, to-the-point affirmation from Abraham-Hicks, which in its brevity encapsulates the entire idea of the Law of Attraction:

Your Inner Being is always guiding you toward what you are wanting. It is never protecting you from something else.


 Excerpted from the workshop in Philadelphia, PA on April 14, 1998

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Star Stuff

I saw a program on The Science Channel today:

The Science Channel

 Wonders of the Universe —  The Children of the Stars.  The title referred to the fact that everything on earth, including us, was created in the center of a star.  The cricket that’s driving me crazy, the bacteria living on my skin, the dirt under my feet, the gold and silver and all the base metals from which my jewelry is made — all of these, and everything else which is part of this earth, was originally born in a star.

Isn’t that a wonderful notion?  When I look at the sky at night, and see the billions of stars overhead, I feel like magic must be touching me, that I came from one of those.  For millennia, humans have looked at the night sky and the stars; only recently, in terms of the history of humans, have we understood that there in the sky is the site of our birth.  I love the idea of being made of star stuff — seems to me that most everyone would.

Those stars that birthed the elements of which we are made are hot, roiling balls of gas, and I know at times that I feel all the heat of a star in my heart and mind:  anger, passion, love, frustration, all feel to me like the power of the star that was my parent.  I feel as though all I would need is the spark, to burst into flame, as do the stars that reach a certain size and activity within.  This wild burning is, to me at least, part of being the child of a star.

The Children of the Stars

But stars are also spread through space, through the frozen nothingness of the billions of miles between the stars.  I have felt this, too — the utter desolation of sadness, doubt, loss, and despair.  These feelings are, to me, also part of the nature of the star which birthed me.  And then there are the times when we

cook along nicely through our lives — as our own star does during this part of its life cycle.

All of my physical and emotional characteristics are based, in one way or another, in the cosmos, and each tiny little spark of life is a microcosm of our universe in all its complexity and beauty and power and wonder.

So these  feelings fill me, and when I consider myself as a child of the stars, I am grateful for the wide variety and the sameness of the universe, of which I know I am an integral part.  I am, and we all are, wonders of the universe.

The Law of Attraction

Abraham-Hicks Daily Affirmations

I have been away from the computer today, but I read something this morning that I’ve been thinking about all day.  It is a quote from Abraham-Hicks Publications, attributed to Abraham:

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