tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66505821842120359842024-03-13T14:04:24.465-06:00Living the DreamWe dance in the world of the "deep sleep" believing that our destiny is controlled by a higher power when in truth, we are the choreographers given full authority
by the Creator.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-16871669522334798592011-09-02T16:15:00.000-06:002011-09-02T16:15:32.392-06:00Discipline (and other nasty words)With each new blog, I promise myself to become focused and disciplined in making posts. As you can see from the dates, I failed. This procrastination trickles into my exercise schedule, my Facebook and other media posts, and even my correspondence efforts. Does anyone else have this problem?
It feels like there is just too much going on. As I reexamine what I’ve done that could cause the hours Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-87781266676770019572009-10-04T16:31:00.004-06:002009-10-04T16:39:05.479-06:00What Do I Want?One of my friends has a signature on her e-mail that states “The happiest people don’t have everything…they are just happy with what they have.” Noble words yet they always leave me with an unformed question in the back of my mind. Today her phrase came to mind again as I was allowing a critical assessment of a happening in my barrio to consume my thoughts. The tranquil Sunday morning had been Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-21523677724757415102009-06-30T13:02:00.003-06:002009-06-30T14:22:12.828-06:00Let Go of All You Fear to LoseI’ve just returned from holding workshops in the States. It is alarming to see the condition of sadness and despair that fills so many communities. The news media only reinforces this negativity by sensationalizing unhappy events associated with the process of change that is happening. This is probably why I was impressed to start doing the “TOOLS FOR TRANSITION” workshops. One of the greatest Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-12860035440069027692009-02-17T14:07:00.003-06:002009-02-17T14:11:11.836-06:00Weaving a DreamIt’s difficult for some people to get a picture of what is happening when they read or hear the term “Dream Weaving.” I think part of the confusion comes from the popular Native American dream catchers. One, the dream catcher, is passive and the other proactive.I’ve been tempted to address this confusion for some time but have been busy working on a new book teaching the use of spiritual Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-69702208394611187452008-10-08T14:32:00.003-06:002008-10-10T09:23:24.003-06:00When Dreams Become NightmaresAs we dance with a Greater Mind in the daily creation of our realities we become pure potential. This idea is the foundation of Positive Goal Setting, Masterminding, Treasure Mapping and others practices. So why does it seem that as we near the fulfillment of a dream it can appear as our worst nightmare?It is because the person who asks for a thing is never ready to receive it. If we were, we Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-91924005763582407052008-05-10T19:32:00.006-06:002008-05-10T19:47:05.592-06:00MotherlessMother’s Day without MotherMy mother passed away in June of 2005 and each holiday that followed was a first time experience: her birthday two weeks after her passing, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas without her, etc. I don’t mean to give the impression that she and I were close. We had good experiences but our head-to-head relationship was never chummy and often placed weeks of no contact Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-48354151743728391222008-03-06T10:33:00.000-06:002008-03-06T10:49:55.207-06:00Following in the Footsteps of the MayaIt never ceases to raise eyebrows when I mention that my husband, Ordin and I have moved to the Central American country of Honduras. Many folks presume it was because of U.S. politics; some believe we were pursuing affordable retirement; while others assume we wanted to reduce distance from our Hawai’i home to family in the States. Though each of these reasons influenced our decision, only a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-28603164167539364432008-02-13T14:29:00.000-06:002008-02-13T14:44:59.615-06:00Happiness?Someone once asked me what I wanted of life and I said “to be happy.” I realize now how naïve that answer was. Happiness is up to the individual since if we ever base it on anyone else the rug can be pulled from beneath our feet. I believe happiness comes with having a dream for our life and striving to pursue that dream. The effort makes us happy...since often once we have achieved the end the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-28779270261580827432008-02-07T14:39:00.000-06:002008-02-07T14:43:56.213-06:00Retirement: a dream job.Several people think I am retired. Retired; who’s got time to retire? I still work, but now I have the luxury of putting my attention solely on what I want to do instead of what I have to do.It must be the ol’ German work ethic in my blood that rubs the word “retirement” wrong way against my grain so I finally decided to look it up in the dictionary. Possibly I had a wrong impression of the word.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-31273352482383624372008-02-04T10:43:00.000-06:002008-02-04T10:48:07.549-06:00To Each His Own (dream)We sat among the others in the long row of tables under the manaca. We were the newcomers. The twenty some people gathered were from various parts of the globe but the common thread that brought us together was that we were each emigrants to Honduras. Some had come to the country to retire, others were still exploring while a few, like my husband Ordin and I, were seeking new opportunities since Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-88980784508378399832008-01-24T10:46:00.000-06:002008-01-24T11:00:32.921-06:00My back yard Edendon Cesar is out in the yard raking, pruneing and fertilizing. As I sit at my computer I can see him working accompanied by a neice and nephew. He is called Tio (uncle) by many of the neighborhood children. He is a man of great patience.As I see the effects of his presense on our beautiful 3/4 acre yard, I feel so blessed that he was part of my dream. I did not intentually create HIM so to speak,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650582184212035984.post-52890372397082195632008-01-23T11:07:00.000-06:002008-01-23T14:32:52.134-06:00What dreamers often do...A television inteview that I had the privilage to be part of during a book tour in Phoenix was called Following Your Dream. Since authors will grab any chance at publicity I had said "Yes" before catching the theme of the program; my ego had assumed it was about my book. During the pre show preping I was surprised when I finally allowed the subject of the program to register but then realized, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09533956767145889517noreply@blogger.com0