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For more than a couple of months now, I’ve had this sparkly, surreal feeling while being in my house. I notice it most when I walk down the stairs. I feel as if I am extremely lucky to be living my life. I get the feeling of being inside of a dream…that I live in my dream home. I find that I look over to my office as I leave the stairs and I like what I see. I see the berry pink walls and the glitter, paints and my guitar on the wall. Then, I walk through to the downstairs living room and feel as if I am so lucky to be here.
A month or so ago, I walked down the stairs (feeling this way) and I walked through the living room to the kitchen. I could see the christmas lights twinkling through the living room window. The holly bushes that surround the back side of our pool are covered with small, white Christmas lights. Last year, after years of desiring that sparkle, I placed each strand on the tall bushes. Yet, on this evening, the lights meant that Chance and Mark were in the pool. I walked to the kitchen, feeling my feet against the tile floor and noticed that everything just seemed brighter, somehow richer. I felt drawn to the back door, so I pushed it open and walked out to the pool to watch them. Chance was screaming and carrying on…something I usually hear from inside. I felt happy inside – extremely happy. He and Mark were playing and I could see their pale bodies illuminated next to the pool light. Again, I noticed how everything seemed brighter somehow. The lights were brighter. The pool light was aglow.
I walked inside and started to go back upstairs. I had the distinct feeling of knowing I had created this experience. In that moment, the memory of how this house came to be came to mind. We were looking for a new house. We had an idea of how much we were willing to spend. This house was nearly $30,000 more than that. We had passed on it after the homeowner said he would not budge on the price. We kept looking. House after house made this one seem that much more appealing. I had felt when the homeowner initially said no it was because he had a date in mind when he would lower the price. We knew it was overpriced for the neighborhood. As we continued to look at other houses, I kept feeling that Mark really liked this house. I wanted him to have what he wanted. The last house was my idea.
Finally, one day, all of this built to a climax. While we were looking at another house, a messenger said to me, “If you want that other house, you must go now. There’s another couple coming and they are willing to pay full price.” I turned to our realtor and told her we wanted to go look at this house once more. As we stood in the kitchen that afternoon, I knew what number had to be on the paper for the owner (the husband) to say yes. We worked the numbers so that they worked for us and also showed him the number he must have said he ‘had’ to have before he could say yes. I asked Mark once again, “You are sure this is the house you like?” I had felt that this could be Mark’s turn to choose. I liked the house, I just didn’t care for the living room/kitchen area downstairs…it was galley style. A lifetime of living in apartments had left me not liking galley style areas. But, like Mark, I loved the yard and I loved the upstairs. Mark agreed. We turned in the paperwork, and the offer was accepted. Three days later, just as the messenger warned, another couple from out of state arrived and fell in love with the house (we were still in the option period). They were willing to pay full price – above market value.
This feeling of being ‘lucky’ – a word I prefer to fortunate, for some reason. It has a magical quality, this feeling and the word, a feeling of safety and security. I feel as if I navigate in this energy and it is here to remind me that creation is always available…just like it was when we created this house – our home.
The surreal feeling continues and the incidences keep coming to match this feeling. Wonderful synchronicities, amazing connections and I do feel as if I have entered a surreal existence – one where anything is effortlessly possible. I am so grateful! This is a whole new level of possibility for me… I’ve always felt anything is possible. This is an effortless feeling – beyond anything I’ve felt before.
And, perhaps, the joy this brings is why I so want others to experience it, too. I can’t wait to share my latest book with you.
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My mom is moving to the hill country just outside of Austin. She has had this dream in her heart for a VERY long time.
I’m excited for my mom. She has never had a dream house since I was in 6th grade, and even when she had that one, she was working all the time to try to pay for it so it doesn’t even really count.
This new house is so ‘her.’ She has always wanted to live in the Hill Country, which for those of you who don’t know, is down near Austin, Texas. She is totally going to LOVE being down there with all of those artists (she’s an artist – an amazing one who really has a divine connection where she just downloads tons of ideas).
What I love most, though, is that a couple of years ago, we talked about her dream of a new house. One never knows why someone has a dream. And, the truth is, you don’t need to defend your dream – your desire for it is enough. At that time, she was willing to write down her ‘wish’ and to put down on paper what she desired. However, like many people, she didn’t step into it. Instead, the dream simmered on the back burner.
When I went to her house this past February, that simmer had worked into a rolling boil. She was frustrated (a good sign that it’s time to make a decision) and she wanted more. She was tired of fixing things on her old house. She wanted her studio to have various comforts. As we harnessed the energy of creation, I asked her again, “What do you want?” She said she wanted a house that was conducive to having family over and having more get togethers. She wanted to get together and celebrate more often. For years, she has been so embarrassed about her house (she lives in a single-wide mobile home out in the country that has essentially been completely rebuilt inside – my stepdad is a master carpenter – and there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with a single-wide, it’s just that that house is not my mother’s dream house). Yes, it’s small, but we could all fit. Yes, it needs some repair, but the food is good and the company is even better. Like many people, she often would let her frustration about what she wanted to create overshadow the reality.
November 2010 must have been the beginning of my mom starting to let go. She decided that she WOULD have everyone over for Thanksgiving – despite the cramped quarters. She had been putting it off for years! We invited some friends, a couple who we knew would be non-judgmental and loving, who didn’t have plans for Thanksgiving. When I told my mom our friends would be coming, too, I could feel her grimace, and then right behind it, I could feel her letting go. I guess she figured if I had invited them, then it would be okay. If anyone knew what her house looked like, it was me!
At Thanksgiving, we arrived, and I could feel my mom was overwhelmed. I helped get everything organized and the dinner went off without a hitch. My mom has a heart of gold. She is super creative and always has all kinds of creative ideas of what she would like to do. I just wish she could relax and see that we all love her and that she is a hoot and so much fun! I believe it was after that Thanksgiving that she realized life is too short to be worried about dust and whatnot. Fourteen of us were cram-jammed into that little space, laughing and talking, and it was just fine. It was actually BETTER than fine. It was the FIRST Thanksgiving my mother has ever had for all of us and I am 43, my brother is 40, and my step-brothers are 40 and 39!!! They have lived in the same little single-wide mobile home for 23 years.
I truly believe that her letting go of what she didn’t want to see opened spaced for what she could receive in. In February, I asked her, “Are you WILLING to decide that you will have what you desire, understanding that you don’t have to figure out how it will happen?” She looked at me suspiciously, and then gave in (yes, I can be VERY persuasive!) and said, “Yes, I’m willing.”
After 23 years, they have purchased my mother’s dream home – a house in the Texas hill country, complete with hardwoods (she has always wanted hardwoods) and a three-tier deck in the back for plenty of bar-b-que cookouts and family gatherings.
This move, even with its added responsibility (my step dad’s mother has moved in with them), is a miracle. Plus, my stepbrother and his wife, who is a nurse and who works with the elderly like my step dad’s mother (who will also be going with them), is 10 minutes away and can step in to help my mom. Everything lined up like a magical story that only happens in Hallmark movies. I am SO happy for my mom! 
When my mom was over last week, she told me that she had written down a list of things she wanted in a new house two years ago when I told her to start dreaming and that if she didn’t believe in her dream, who would? She said this house has everything she had on her list. But, it wasn’t until she really allowed herself to ‘decide’ she could have it that everything aligned for this to happen. The full story is quite amazing… and such a testimony to creative spirit!
My mother would have NEVER dreamed that she would be having the experience she is having. She couldn’t… she literally couldn’t see how anything was possible since she always thought she had to do everything herself!
I have so many stories like this… amazing, miracle stories of creation and faith. I often say that it costs nothing to ‘make a true decision’… you can literally make a decision for nothing and get so much more than you can imagine. God is more generous in the giving than we often are in the asking or the receiving…allow that magic to flow!
About a year and three months ago, Mark and I went out to visit Dusty Rose (a.k.a. Mom). I had plans to take pictures and to help her set up her blog. This would be a surprise for her – my idea since I had signed up for a blog challenge and she had ‘wished’ she could, but she didn’t have a blog.
Like I had planned, I ran around and took photos. We went through a few thousand (or so it felt) WordPress themes, and finally found one she liked. With the blog set up, we started to write her ‘about’ page or her ‘bio.’ I traveled back in my mind to figure out the timeline… she moved out there when I had just graduated high school. My brother and step-brothers graduated from high school there. I estimated that she had been living her dream for about 24 years. I began writing her bio… “For more than two decades Dusty Rose has been living her country-fied dream of being an artist.” I finished the bio and gave it to my mother to read and edit.
She looked at it, and said (very matter of fact way), “I haven’t been doing my art that long.” I just looked at her like, “Mmmm, well, yes you have.” She said, “No, I haven’t.” And, I was like, “Remember, you lived out her and you worked for the state, and then after about five years of driving 120+ miles per day, you quit and started doing your art full-time?” It was odd to be arguing a timeline with the person who was supposed to have lived that timeline. She looked at my suspiciously, but then I started matching my own timeline to hers… I was married and then I was divorced (after nearly 8 years), single for four, and I’ve been married to Mark for 10, so… well, that’s more than 20 years!
She couldn’t believe it. She literally, in her mind, thought it had been about 10 years. Where does the time go?
And, that’s how our lives go. We dream. We create the dream. We live in the dream. Sometimes we forget to dream more – even when our world doesn’t really feel like a dream anymore.
I began to talk about how I remembered that her dream at the time was to quit her job and do her art full-time. She had, in fact, been living the dream for TWO decades! I began to say to her, “Mom, you are living the dream that you so desired many years ago. You are living the dream that MANY artists DREAM of… living out in the country, free to create as you wish, a full studio full of all kinds of art supplies, a big resource stash of reclaimed wood and metal at your disposal and a partner (my step dad) who can help you create anything!”
She nodded, but I could tell that she didn’t feel like this life was a dream.
I added, “Mom, if you don’t feel lucky to be living the life you are currently living, that just means you have an invitation to upgrade the dream. It’s time to dream a new dream.”
She listened, but I could tell she wasn’t sure that was really possible – perhaps, or even true.
All of this happened mid June 2010.
In late January of this year, I awoke to the idea to give my mom my treasured computer armoire. I called her and let her know I was ready to give it to her. The thing about my connection with my mother is that I’m extremely sensitive to her desires. If she needs help, I wake up feeling inspired to go help her. If she wants a new computer armoire, I wake up wanting to give her mine. This time, with the armoire, I could feel that she was ready for her own space. She had desires to have her OWN computer, her OWN desk and a yearning to have her OWN personal space. I see how easily my mom creates what she wants. I’ve always seen it – beyond the feelings of limitations, beyond the beliefs – and mostly because I’m usually part of the magnetic pull of her desires! A couple of months earlier she had said she would ‘pay’ me for my armoire if I was ready to get rid of it. I didn’t want her to pay me…at the same time, I wasn’t ready to let it go. About the same time she asked about the armoire, my step dad pulled Mark and me aside because he wanted to buy her a laptop and surprise her. Yes, her desires for personal space (she had been sharing a computer and desk with my step dad) were brewing.
Note… SHE did not go buy her computer, SHE did not go buy an armoire, SHE did not get someone to get her computer ready with all of the programs she needed. SHE did nothing but decide she wanted these things. The rest of us scurried around in the magnetic pull of her desire.
I believe that our conversation from June had been percolating… if you aren’t living your dream life, then what are you living?
When we arrived to deliver the armoire in February, we arrived to see my mom worked up. Not in a big way, but more in a way that was boiling under the surface. I walked right into the energy. I certainly wasn’t paying attention. All of a sudden, I took it all on. The anger. The frustration. The irritation. I began acting it out. Now, here’s the rub. I had been feeling similarly. Mark and I had had a long conversation on the way out to drop off the armoire. I was an energetic match.
Mark went to the store to get something. My step dad went to play Farmville. Mom and I headed out to her shop. I began to pay attention to what was bubbling up. I noticed a pattern in her that I also felt in me. It smacked of “I can’t because he wants something different from what I want.” I felt it with Mark. She felt it with her husband. I suggested four or five things, and every time she said, “I’ve been waiting on him to do it.” Soon, I could feel and notice the patterns. I was running the same patterns with my husband! Ack!
I harnessed the anger, the frustration, the irritation and declared, “Mom, if we aren’t living the lives of our dreams, then there’s only one reason… because we have not decided to! Let’s do it NOW – time to DECIDE!” I realized I had been holding myself back and making Mark my scapegoat. I saw the same in my mom. I had seen my step dad as someone who has always done what he could to give my mother what she desires. Same with Mark. He would do anything for me. What both she and I were bumping up against were our strong husbands who believe THEY know the best way for us to have what we desire. It wasn’t that they were trying to keep us from having what we want, it’s just that their way, their approach doesn’t necessarily feel good to us. We are both so sensitive, we tend to let things go instead of speaking up. We tend to dismiss, let go of things instead of making a big deal about it. However, in the process, we were mistaking this for ‘we can’t.’
Wow – what a HUGE a-ha! I knew it was time to shift this ancestral heritage. I knew I didn’t want to live this way anymore!
There we were sitting across from each other in my mother’s art studio. I started asking her, “Mom, what do you really, really want? No limits… what do you want?” As she spoke, I began to listen energetically…asking new questions as they came to me. Soon, she had her manifestation set. She was complete.
I’ll share tomorrow what has happened since then. It’s a GREAT story… I LOVE creation!
Yesterday, I shared an intimate view of how I work through limiting beliefs… for myself and with clients. It’s so much easier to spot the not with others! LOL
I had thought about what was shared and thought about some other perspectives that may not be as readily apparent.
For me… I truly feel like (in my heart) that we are all one (this is the reason Mark challenged me when I wasn’t acting like it)…when I am in bliss, I can hardly see the lines between us. It took me many years to figure out where ‘I’ began and ended energetically. When I give to another… I know that somewhere out in the cosmos, I’m being given to, and always in the moment as well.
This is trust at the highest level… letting go of the need to accumulate and ‘hold’ whatever it is you desire. Like the birds…they go, they have. Peace Pilgrim did it, too, to be a model of what is possible when we walk in peace and unity.
I remember when I was younger, before I learned to ‘force’ to ‘get’ what I wanted. Now, I look back and have to laugh at how I truly had everything given to me. I started playing tennis in 7th grade. That started out because I wanted to get out of gym class first period. Ugh! Can you imagine? Sweaty by first period? Adolescence? YUCK! This is the clearest memory I have of ‘figuring’ something out on my own instead of doing what I normally did – ask and follow. However, regardless of how forceful I ever became, my intuition always assisted.
I started by asking to change gym classes. The response – “no.” Then, I started asking if there was anything else I could do. I had made a decision to get out of that first period gym class – that’s for sure. But, then what? I went to the guidance counselor and she explained that if everyone wanted to change then it would be chaos. She made it sound like the city would crumble down if a bunch of 7th graders were given what they wanted. Hmmm, there’s got to be a way. Force –fully engaged.
During one gym class, a coach – the tennis coach – came to tell us about her sport. She was recruiting. I raised my hand, “What period is JV tennis?” The answer? Third period – right before lunch. I reasoned I would have until after lunch to get showered and ready for 4th period. I thought, there’s my ticket out of here!
Turns out I was pretty good at tennis. My love for the sport propelled me through high school. I eventually became the varsity team captain. Oh, and the wonderful reward? SIXTH PERIOD because once I got to THIRD PERIOD JV, I realized this was just a delay in my first period misery. Ah, force. The trappings of thinking you know what’s best for you!
Tennis, as you probably know, is a very expensive sport. VERY expensive. My mom did not have the funds for my new love. My grandmother shouldered most of the burden, but I see now that I attracted every experience I ever desired. I played at the local country clubs. I played at TCU. I won expensive equipment. I could never have ‘figured out’ how to ‘get’ these things… they came to me from sheer desire to have the experience. Each came in their own extraordinary way – even hitting balls at TCU a few courts down from Martina Navratilova! What a thrill.
The ‘work’ for what you want came in with the country clubs that were just given. Who could tell what was what? I decided I could handle the clothes part, thank you. And there it was… my first job at 13. Still, it was the best job for me… sleeping for a living. You can’t quite get away from what you are. 
I did… babysat at night by sleeping! Oh, sure, there was plenty of force right along with this as my teenage mind was driven to get what I want. I begged my grandmother for tennis clothes. Looking back on it, the guilt wasn’t worth it. I wanted the best, but we didn’t have a budget for the best. Every day I wore those clothes I got from force, I felt guilty for the money that went to pay for them.
Looking back, I see so clearly that my focus was on the experience I wanted to have in the areas where I could not figure out how something would happen. It was not on buying the things that would give me my experiences. This 20/20 hindsight is 20+ years in the making. I had it all along. Yet, I can see the differences in those things I had NO IDEA how to get vs. those I thought I did (like clothes). Had I been focused on ‘getting’ a country club membership, my journey would have been way different! I just wanted to play. I just wanted to go where my friends played. I wanted to see what it was like. Were the courts better like they said? My curiosity took me many places. Over and over again… delight to go and be part of something new.
Yes, we are all connected…and certainly, if you have the desire, you can have it.
Yesterday, I got lost in an art project I’m making for a good friend. I found myself looking up four or five hours later (at a time), wondering ‘where’ I had been! Yes, I had coursework to do, but I kept being pulled back into drawing and creating. I’ll post over the weekend a bit about what I was doing! It is wonderful!
While I work or read or do anything, a part of me is noticing what I’m thinking, what I’m observing, and so forth. Yesterday, I kept feeling SO excited about the show coming up that night. I felt fun, laughter, joy and a wonderful sense of connection.
My guest last night was Ellany Cevan. I had spontaneously asked her to be on the show one day while we were out and about (see what we were doing that day below). She said yes, and planned to talk about “it’s never too late to find true love.”
Yesterday, I wondered why I could feel SO much energy moving. But, then when I got to the call, I could SEE why… lots of people tuned in live.
When I got to the call, I could see why so many STAYED tuned in! Ellany was completely real, captivating and down to Earth, telling her story the way she lived it with courage, strength and conviction. If you have not heard it yet, definitely TUNE in because this podcast was all about loving yourself, too.
I found many things popping out at me last night. One was that we each have a hand in encouraging and teaching each other how to love – both ourselves and others. As Ellany talked, what came to my mind was the idea of women looking for love when they already have children. I remembered one of my friends – one of the DEAREST people on the planet – saying, “Who’s going to want me? I have three kids and I’m over 40!” That came up and as I said it, my voice cracked into a thousand little pieces as I connected to the energy that spoke it.
Ellany could relate and she shared how that had felt to her, and how it does seem like if you have kids a guy wouldn’t be interested because that’s what people say, but then she flipped it and helped people see the other side of the equation. And, by the way, my DEAR friend who said that, found a WONDERFUL guy who had kids and they fell madly in love and, well, that limited thought is in the DISTANT past!
As you live your life… are you focused on what is GREAT or what could be thought of as ‘not so great’… if you are looking at the ‘not so great,’ how can you FLIP it? For example, if you have kids and you want to be in a new relationship, just think about how much YOU love your child or children. What’s special about them? What’s AMAZING? Can you imagine how LUCKY someone would be to have that child in their lives? Wow! Wow! WOW!
Children are a wonderful gift! And, I have to share this, too. My DEAR friend who found her Prince Charming introduced us to him last October. As he talked, I could sense the gratitude he had for the man who married his mother who had TWO children when they married! His step-father had been an unbelievable guiding force in his life and treated him like the son he always wanted.
There’s always a different perspective… one that is empowered and alive with the divine part of who you are!
Ellany, thank you for ‘keeping it real’ (what I kept hearing yesterday). What an amazing conversation!
A few weeks ago, Ellany told me she was going to go to see a Mac consultant for a makeover. The last makeover I had was when I was 16 (back when pink and gray were the ‘in’ colors!), and I instantly felt like I wanted to go. So, we went and had so much fun. Ellany wanted a smoky, ‘going out’ look and I wanted the look that I’ve been seeing everywhere… this ‘dewy,’ fresh, lipstick is just so look. So, here we are after our makeovers! I can say this looks a LOT better than when I was 16 (when I vowed I would NEVER do another makeover!) I’ve been talking about trying new things to open up new ways of thinking, and the first thing the woman did was suggest to use PEACH colors. I had horror thoughts of the old Estee Lauder peaches from when I was a teen, and I said, “Oh no, I don’t look good in peaches.” The Mac lady was so nice, and said, “There aren’t any rules any more. Are you willing to try something new?” I was shocked to find I LOVE my new lipstick in a peachy-pink tone! AND, it was a near-perfect match to the colors I had seen on TV on women I thought looked amazing! Who knew?