“This life is yours.
Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well.
Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly.
Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature.
Take the power to control your own life.
No one else can do it for you.
Take the power to make your life happy.”
Susan Polis Schutz
TODAY: “Begin at once to live and count each separate day as a separate life.” Seneca
I woke early – dawn had broken, the sky was pale blue with a soft pink hue…It felt fragile and ethereal and decidedly feminine. I felt wistful, connected, happy and loved.
IN ONE WORD: Happiness! ‘Some days we can see it! We even feel it, and we live it! Other days we feel weak, battle weary, even afraid.
Only to rewaken on a new day filled with hope and our dreams intact!’ Ashtara
COLOUR OF THE DAY: Rainbow hues…
HOW I FEEL: I know and understand that all of us do have to adjust to so much that feels ‘new’, or different…changed forever…There is a part of ourselves that we must lovingly let go of. What’s next could be vital, exciting, interesting, and even more than that, if we open ourselves to let it in…
INSIGHTS: “Ester asked why people are sad.
“That’s simple,” says the old man. “They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Zahir
THE COLLECTIVE: Yesterday I wrote a note to myself – and today I know that these words hold a key to your future and mine!
‘Be ‘small’ and feel unhappy about where you are, or look forward excitedly and create a more dynamic reality…’
‘We have to go with our gut, make changes, move, re-arrange, throw out, fix, alter, renew, add and then start afresh!’
AFFIRMATION: “Every day in every way I am Happier and Happier…”
“What can I do with my happiness?
How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it?
I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.”