Painting today. Precious time. Alone at home.
I feel rich in my warm house. Wooden floors. Fireplace.
And I have my duvet... fortunate are we with more than one duvet : )
I'm still on Karen Knowler's ExtRAWdinary Life course.
For the next two months we are working on our MONEY. Karen recommended a book by Sandy Forster called How to Be Wildly Wealthy Fast. Very cheesey title - but what a fabulously inspiring read! Here's the link if you feel inspired to take a peak. Wildly Wealthy.
I am implementing all her suggestions - even the ones I might find embarrassing! Like standing outside with my arms to the sky, saying out loud (part of a long affirmation she wrote): Wealth from the North East South and West - Come to me now!
I did it on the beach...don't worry, I'm vain enough that I made sure there was no-one within earshot around. It was actually SO GOOD to do!
I felt like laughing hysterically with all the goodness that bubbled up inside. It was like a psychological exercise in releasing, surrendering and accepting.
After reading the whole book, I was inspired to write down exactly what RICH feels like to me.
How Rich Feels
Smooth, creamy, silky.
Calm, luxurious. Smiles.
Scents of balmy evenings.
Music in the twilight.
Exotic perfumes. Candle light.
An abundance of fruit and coconuts. Oils. Massage. Flowers.
Kilometers of Kirstenbosch-style garden and nature around my home.
Solid walls. Big pillars, big arched windows. Dark wood. Gorgeous finishes of high quality materials.
Smiling faces. Laughter at life's magical changes. Freedom from attachment to it all.
Friendships that enrich and support me. Happy children. Gifts to give and receive.
Surprises of joy in giving.
Plenty of everything. Time to listen to the birds and the quiet breeze that carries promises of more.
Moonlight. Peace in the early dawn as I walk barefoot on my dewy lawn.
Time to look at the stars.Time to get lost in looking.
Time to Be with Nature and God Within.
Overflowing gratitude. Grace. Release, compassion for others.
Dancing gently through life. Space.
Light. The play of light. On water, through leaves.
Golden sunshine. Seeing that. Drinking it in through my skin.The wealth of nature.
Feeling like the blessed custodian of a precious piece of Creation.
I am becoming rich to be an inspiration.
I have had 3 solid days of solitude. How perfectly divine. A gift.
This morning I took the dogs, a flask of green juice and my camera and drove to the beach - a 10 minute drive.
I could not stop swerving off the road to try to capture the verdant, shimmering greens and little vignettes of natures beauty along the way.
For some reason buildings and windmills out here just need to have that sepia tone to the colours...
This couple were very curious about me and my camera. I managed to get closer shots of them , but my focus was so bad I had to trash the pics : ( I'm still learning.
The entrance to my favourite part of the beach....says:
....which is why I like it ; ) Thought it would look nice all retro coloured.
Spotted this interesting group of actors on the beach... They were kind enough to wave for my intrusive photo's. I was too far away for my lense to capture the details, sadly. And I was a bit too shy to go up to them and ask about the movie.
Endless fields of green all the way there and back. I felt so privileged to be a part of this landscape.
Playing with vintage tones again...
Sat on the beach and read a fascinating article called 'Perception' by Proffessor Puri. The following is a passage from the talk that the article is transcribed from.
" No-one has yet offered any proof that the causal direction, for an experience, or perception, is from without to within, and not from within to outside.
It is impossible to say: Because we are conscious of things, therefore they are being perceived; or, because they are there, that we are perceiving and becoming conscious of them.
It is like going through a dream state....Is this a dream or reality? and we start touching to examine if it is real or not real - well, we can use all the systems of perception, all the senses, and come to the conclusion: but when we wake up, the dream ends, and we find: It was a projection of our own mind.
Therefore, checking off the same experience by more than one of the senses, does not give us any conclusive proof of its reality, or objective existence, beside our own consciousness."
Food for thought.
I think I 'projected' a very pretty peaceful day dream ... : )