I have someone in my inner circle who; has the inability to feel gratitude for anything, this post reminded me that; there is always some worse off, so be thankful for your wonderful life.
Are these children; Indigo, Crystal or Rainbow souls?
This morning, much to my delight, I discovered a letter in my mailbox, which included two free double passes to see Goosebumps at my local cinema, also included was a notification that I’d won a prize pack, consisting of flashing shoelaces, bouncing putty, and other such merchandise.
Now, as; in the last 12 month, I’ve also been lucky enough to win; a family pass to Perth Zoo and to a Disney On Ice spectacular, I’m not really certain; what the message from Spirit is. Are they saying; grow-up, or re-discover the joy in life?
I’m veering towards; revive my ‘Joy’, and as in 2015, I was also, very kindly gifted with tickets to a Sam Smith concert, that’s my story & my sticking to it……not saying, I don’t have the odd childish moment, but don’t we all?
2015 for me, was a difficult year, although, I did connect with some incredible people online, yourself included, but it was also a growth year, during which I learn a lot, and frequently spouted my affirmations – I phrased it that way, because; there were times my affirmations; became a little panicked, but hey, I survived! Always; an important and worthy goal!
I have some specific mantras that I use on a regular basis, and I find they generally work within days. They run the gamut, from health to money issues, and I try to recite them when on the rowing machine at the gym – what else can you do, when you’re sat rowing towards a busy road, just outside a window…..sweeping meadows it’s not.
An old favourite, you might want to borrow is;
I attract prosperity, abundance, financial security, and unexpected money into my life each day.
But, back to the ‘Joy’ issue, when was the last time you felt such an emotion in your life? Or, has it been such a long time that you’re not really sure what brings you ‘Joy’ anymore?
I’m not talking happiness, or even contentment because we can feel either on a daily basis whether it be; happiness at work or contentment to be sat in front of the TV with a cuppa.
I mean real soul-deep joy. The type of joy engendered by the birth-of-a-child, or getting the all-clear from a; scary health issue, and dare I say it; money appearing just when you need it drastically.
You may not think that; these 3 examples should be grouped together, but real ‘Joy’ is subjective to each and every person, on earth.
To a thirsty child in Africa, dirty water, may bring joyful cries, to a homeless person, one night in a shelter, could touch their heart. And, to a rescued animal, first-cuddles from a loving human may be the greatest thing since Smackos (dog treats) were invented.
So, take 5 minutes today, review your life, and think about the last time you felt, heart-wrenching ‘Joy’, and I want you to revel in the sensations that appear with the memory, and hold on to them, so that you can bring them to mind, whenever you’re in a dark moment
My day started, with me being; overwhelmed by a tsunami of someone else’s discontent – this was even before, I’d had my first cuppa.
I sat for 30 minutes listening to gripes & groans, about how this person wasn’t happy with their life, and the changes they wanted to make, and it made me realise……
My Soul; Is Tired!
If, like me, you’re a listener, a volunteer, a doer-for-others, then perhaps you’ve also reached the same point in life I have, whereby; you want to ask; as the song says, “What about me? It isn’t fair!”
I’m not meaning to sound; selfish, self-centred, or even unwilling to help, because I’ll gladly do anything for anyone, in fact, I enjoy doing things for other people and am a great, believer, in being an instigator, when; paying-it-forward.
I find it natural to help someone else, and I’m sure many of you feel the same but has it occurred to any of us ‘givers’ it’s very easy to be taken for granted, and sometimes, we forget; what’s best for ‘You’.
To give you some recent, examples from my own life…….
Whilst walking back from the gym this morning; an acquaintance gave me a brand-new bookcase. It was small but lovely, and I carried this gift, several hundred yards home, only; to automatically offer it to my mother, who expressed a liking for it – Being a ‘giver’, it was an innate reaction to do this, even though; I wanted the item myself (fortunately, mum said no, but I would’ve gladly handed it over).
Then, a few days ago, I was talking to a young nephew & niece, who I see infrequently, as they live in another state when they asked if they could feed the ducks. I enquired of them, would this be permissible with their father (he was absent at the time) only to be told “Daddy said you’d take us to the lake, to feed the ducks”…….I was happy to do it, but was disconcerted; to discover myself being volunteered without any actual input.
If this, or similar situations occur in your life, like me; you must remember…….
This; is Your Life!
And, you too, are entitled to choices.
You can help whomever, whenever, but not at the detriment to self.
You deserve better, and ‘are’ the most valuable person in your life.
Remember; gratitude is something, ‘you’ are also entitled too.
Don’t get, me wrong; doing-for-others, can be a wonderful experience, in fact, I had another incident, recently, whereby I happily pitched in, and not only enjoyed it immensely, but I learnt something new, which may aid me, in a future venture. I also received a lovely expression of thanks.
To give; an abridged version……
I received a random phone call from a lady (Lynne) in Canada, who was looking for some childhood friends, she’d known in Perth 50 years ago. It transpired they had my surname, and Lynne was hoping to visit them, during a future trip – therefore, I took it upon myself to do some research online, and ‘may’ have located these people for her, after discovering their marital names……I’m still awaiting confirmation that they’re the correct people, but even so, the task was no hardship, at all.
Misquoting the Bible, what I’m trying to say with this post, is;
Do unto You, As, you would wish done, unto Others.
In Other Words:
Don’t Forget You!!!
And, Make 2016 ‘The Year Of You!!’
Over the last few months, whilst trawling Facebook, much to my dismay, and abject horror, I’ve noticed a sharp incline in reported cases of animal abuse. This made me question “are we as humans, becoming increasingly cruel, and losing our sense of compassion for other creatures, including our own class of bipeds?”
Some stories are so appalling, I veer between, sadness and grief, to anger, and hopes for instant karmic retribution, but recently; I saw another perspective……
For all the instances reported – other than, extremely dire, or cultural situations – someone took a stand. Perhaps, a passing Good Samaritan found an injured animal and took it to a refuge, a vet or a wildlife centre. Or, maybe a member of the emergency services rescued a stranded pet, or farm animal, during a fire, flood, or earthquake.
There are numerous refuge centres throughout the world, that give freely of their time, volunteering at all hours, and conservation workers in inhospitable places, put themselves at risk to ensure some species are preserved – These kind-hearted souls, are already aware; there are far too many animals on the endangered list as it is. Approximately 41,415 species, at last, count.
Various trusts and charities have been set up, to ensure, we; the supposedly ‘more intelligent’ species, donate our money if not our time, to help our earth remain; a beautiful world, flourishing with a true menagerie of wonderful creatures. Filling the skies above our head, the oceans and rivers we admire. They reside in rainforests and jungles, even in our gardens, and some, below our floorboards.
Animals feed us, clothe us, work for us, trust and follow us blindly, but most of all; they love us……….and, can we honestly say; we deserve their adoration and assistance? Or; is it a case of; in our arrogance, We Expect It!
All this introspection, brought me to another thought……if each one on my friends or followers on social media, started to put aside; just one dollar a week, whether it be in an old coffee tin, a jar, or, even a special money box, at the end of 2016, the total amount would be $77,844 after 6 months $38,922 and at the end of a quarter $19,461.
So am I…..although, in actuality; it would only cost each individual $52 annually.
My challenge to you is; start you own $1 a-week, charity jar, and, whilst; ‘animals are my thing’ perhaps you’d prefer to donate your money to a cancer-related or childhood charity the choice is yours. I currently, donate monthly to the RSL, but whomever you choose; they’d appreciate the gift, whether it’ $13 a-quarter, $26 twice-yearly, or $52 annually.
I don’t know about you, but $1 wouldn’t even buy me a full-priced chocolate bar, but cumulatively, ‘all’ our dollars, might save a beautiful creatures life.
Below are some wonderful charities that would love your donations or perhaps you have your own personal favourite.
Make 2016, the year you give something back.
P.S: It’d be tax-deductible.
I’ve not been able to post for the last few days, and I’ve only got time for a quickie now – so to speak – as I’ve been spending a lot time, sat in the waiting room, of Perth’s primary public hospital, in fact; that’s where I’m typing this.
There I was; lying comfortably, in the land-of-nod, at 7.15am on Sunday morning, when I heard a feeble voice call out my name, believing it to be a dream; I ignored it. Only to hear “Julie Julie” being called out again.
Rushing up the hallway, I discover my mother in extreme pain clutching her lower leg and to cut a long story short, after an ambulance ride which my 9-year-old niece envies – she told me, she wants to ride shotgun next time – my siblings and I spent the day waiting; whilst my mother had 2 blood clots removed from her right leg…..one quite large, from what I can understand.
Five days later, my mother’s doctors are still trying to discover where the clots originated, and why they formed, which is why, she’s currently undergoing an endoscopic-like procedure, whereby they insert a probe to look at the heart. And, as my siblings are predominantly nine-to-fivers, I’m sat here alone, trying to keep busy, whilst the hospital bustles around me.
This wasn’t mum’s original choice of hospital, she wanted to go private, but the paramedics; take patients to whichever is closest, which Royal Perth Hospital was, and I must say; they’ve been brilliant. The nurses are cheerful, and helpful, the doctors; willing to explain what’s happening, the physiotherapists push when necessary, and as it’s the home of; West Australia’s major ‘adult’ trauma centre, emergency helicopters land, literally, just outside my mother’s window. I’ve witnessed them land, about 4 times, over the last few days, not at night unfortunately, but that did happened last evening, from what I can understand.
Where I’m leading with all this, is……..remember to thank the people; that do the jobs, you may not want to, for very little recompense, at all hours of the day or night, because you may need them one day. And, no matter how busy you become, don’t forget to spend time with your parents. Fortunately, I still have my mother, but sadly, I lost my father 6 years ago, and there’s still a lot I would love to say to him, or do with him, but can’t.
Six weeks ago a new foster baby was brought into our home…a frightened, sandy blonde and cream-colored mini-Schnauzer, Maltese mix named Cletus. Riding home in the car with my friend, Lyn, another foster parent, I held little Cleet…Cleet in my lap. Each time I touched him, he cringed. He would not look at me. His eyes shared such a dreadful fear that I wanted to hold him closer, and when I tried, his horrified little body trembled. It was easy to see, Little Cleet…Cleet had been mistreated, abused and never cared for like animals deserve.
Arriving home that Saturday afternoon, he sniffed at our animals, Shakespeare, Sandy Bear, Shadow and Shasta. He rushed outside, watching us to see if we were coming after him. When I moved my arms out to pick him so he could come inside, he darted away. My husband watched him. “This little guy has been…
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