Sunday Morning Interview With The Animals

Please join me tomorrow  in a journey of love with Bob H(e)art.  This will be the fourth interview in a series of seven with the Hart Family felines.  Quiet, shy, and reserved Bob revealed the depth of love he has been holding and is now ready to begin to reveal. 

An Invitation

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FREE Teleclass
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Our actions do affect others.  I had to remind myself recently that the words of others need not change what I know to be true of myself. Believing  that someone else’s opinion is right and mine is wrong places finality and judgement on my opinion of myself.  It gives my power to them and to their words.  I am not denying that there are dark places inside of me that react in anger.  What I am doing is acknowledging that I have control over what I believe of myself ,and what I believe of others.  Something said out of limited knowledge from another need not take more of my time than I consciously give it.  I admit I am working on that. 

 I am taking ownership of my reaction, not their action.  

Hope and Faith.

When we hope for something, it tells us something is out of our control.  We hope it will happen.  We hope for a better future. It is always ahead, always outside of us.

When we have faith, we feel we can do things.  We feel inside that something is going to happen.  We feel inside that our actions are leading us to an outcome. 

 Faith is active.  Hope is stagnant.

 Faith is  internal.  Hope is external. 

As I sit at my computer poised to write about change, I hear voices from the past.  I see and feel how I fought it, sought it, and denied it.  I was doing this while all of life was “changing” around me.   If it makes your head spin and can’t wrap around the thought, join the club.  As long as I kept change in my processing filter of denial, I was ok.

Then a light went on, thinking myself Einstein, I came up with the thought , change in and of it’s self changes.  Landing in a heap of my own thinking, I decided to look around and see what I could see.   I couldn’t grab change and make it stand still so I could analyze it.  Ah, a clue.  Change like love is not a thing.  We attatch it to things, we can talk about what it does to things, but it’s not a thing.  We can watch it’s effects.  We can welcome it’s possibilities and  flow with them.  Sweet surrender, more change.