Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining

Or "How To Create Reality"

I have been away for a while, skylarking in Neverland - so to speak - with my special ONE, not spending a thought on work or worries. The twelve days, we had together, went by like quicksand, and we strongly suspect some conspiracy out there, eager to steal our time. ;-))) Now we have to fall back on the means of modern technoligy to connect. Which turned out to be a bit shaky, after I came back.

In order to avoid destitution we planned on trying skype. We had been draggin our feet before, because the Neverland w-lan is not very consistent. Only the times called for drastic measures now. But when I came home I had to discover that my internet was down. I called my provider immediately on Friday and was fobbed off with a technician's appointment no sooner than Monday. At the same time I tried to find out, if there is another way to call the Ruler of Neverland under more fortunate conditions. I have an international flat rate, but it covers only landlines - which are not available on the end I wanted to connect with ;-))). When I talked to my provider asking if there is something like a favorite-number-plan, their system was down, so they couldn't really tell. By the time they had their information back, they found out that the flat rate indeed does not cover cell phones. I talked to maybe 5 different people from that company in the course of this issue, only to hear, that they could not help me out.

But aid was on its way in the form of a fellow knitter, who knew a website that would name call-by-call numbers for international calls to cell phones. So we had something to go on. But since they change their prices around midnight, I still would have needed my internet back.

During lunch break I mailed this to Neverland and was almost ranting and raving about the poor service of my provider. Catching myself in the act I reconsidered the whole matter. Maybe this was just THE key to present us an unforeseen possibility to get in touch with each other. So I ended my mail with a confident note, that the universe would provide us with all the necessities. Little did I know by then that I was right.

Monday came, along with the technician. Neither could he fix the line, he did not even stop at my appartment to talk to me about the further procedure. I wonder why I had to leave work early that day in order to be available to him ;-))). When it got later and later I called the provider myself (again) to find out that they would give it another try on Tuesday. BUT against all odds, just on the off chance that this employee might know something the others had been unaware of, I asked her if there was a possibility to get my international flat extended to cell phones as well.

And I was granted my wish. This woman told me, that the flat rate had been upgraded for some countries, since most of their citizens were using mainly cell phones. Hooooray. Of course, they did not upgrade my flat automatically when they made the change, but it will cost the same price and this helpful lady arranged an amendment of my contract immediately. I will have to wait some days until I get the confirmation and it will take effect. But on Tuesday my internet got repaired as well, and for the time being I can tide myself using call-by-call numbers.

To me this came as a miracle. I had asked several people of that company over and over without any luck. And right after sending an email full of confidence, that it would all work out to our benefit, I happen upon the ONE person that has the solution right up their sleeve. So I ask myself, what would have happened if I had just cursed and sworn in that email?

So I will keep on being optimistic, as there is another matter that needs to be remedied. The generous universe that granted the Ruler of Neverland an unlimited amount of text messages free of charge (outgoing and incoming), has now stated that international texts are excluded from that policy. And they are planning to charge him big time for the previous two months (happy anniversary btw. LOL).

Dear Universe, please help us find some solution, as we do enjoy texting a lot and we would miss it immensely. I trust that whatever you come up with will be better than what we already had. You always do. So I keep my mind open for all possibilities, may it be text messages or something way better, which exceeds my imagination at the moment. Since putting my confidence in writing helped so much yesterday, I thought I might use this hotline for what it was originally intended. ;-)))

Namaste

The Creative Power of Thoughts

It has been a while since I have written any post. Sometimes there is a longer interval because not so many things happen, that are serendiptious and filled with synchronicity. This time however I was not able to write because I was flooded by happy events and could hardly keep up. ;-)))

The most miraculous thing happened in my life. And this blog might have been part of it. I mentioned before that I created it in order to have a voice that speaks to the universe. One outlet to express my thanks and maybe one way to balance out all the bad news that are around in the media. Even though only three friends actually read this blog. But I believe in the power of thoughts, especially if they are written down. And what would be more appropriate when addressing the universe than to use the web in order to send some message into space?

I wanted this blog to be a tool to manifest miracles in my life by appreciating them not only in thinking but also in writing. I had the idea that if I would focus more on the magic in my life and express my gratitute, it would surely enhance the occurence thereof. Whether this was due to me being more observant or a change of reality was not important to me, since the result is pretty much the same ;-))).

In addition to this blog I used the method of creating a vision board. I put together a collage of pictures, words and symbols that would represent the things I would like to draw into my life. One of which was a new car. And that happened very quickly as you could read here. Another wish I had was to have a very deep connection with someone special - who is male and with whom I would be able to have a relationship. I didn't lack special people in my life. And all of you, who were so generous with their time as to read this blog, are the top of my list here. You guys are enriching my life because you always give me the feeling that I am not that crazy when having unconventional ideas about the world. I am grateful to have you in my life, but still I wished to find someone to have a deeper emotional connection and to be in love with. It's hard to phrase it without using stereotypes here. LOL

So I put this on my vision board. As a placeholder I used a painting of "Sagittarius" which I created years ago. I was not excluding other possibilities, but I always liked the positive energy of Sages and wished for a partner with that sort of attitude. Also the picture shows this figure as a Native American, which was not a must as well, neither was the athletic build. I included all kinds of characteristics in the draft, trying to write down all that I really wanted, so that the universe would have an easy job to grant my wishes.

And guess what? IT WORKED. I met that amazing special person in writing 5 weeks ago and in talking 4 weeks ago. So I got a bit preoccupied, since we spend so much precious time sharing thoughts, ideas, feelings, and whatever one would want to share in such a situation. He is a TOTAL match regarding all the character traits I put down on the vision board. But it gets even better. He is a Sagitarius, he is an athlete, and, as if this wasn't enough already, he is even partly of Native American decent.

And it gets still better. Just like me he wrote down all the things he was looking for in a woman and in a relationship. Which all apply to me !!!!!!! We already asked ourselves, if we had dreamed the other one up. But he really exists. Amazing, isn't it? The chances to find an equally out-of-the-box thinker are very slim, but to find one who shares all the other interests of me as well? They are tiny!

So being accurate with my wishlist seemed to have helped to find that special someone.

Dear Universe, I am overly thankful to be given this great opportunity and I am embracing this chance with open arms. Words fail to express how puzzling and amazing this whole thing is to me. But I trust that my gratitute will still be heard. And if this special someone will care to read this:

I am stupidly-happy that you crashed into my life!

What goes around comes around

Last weekend was filled with some funny incidences and stuff I created this blog for. But I will relate them little by little. I don't want to shoot my bolt all in one go. ;-)))

I was visiting my parents on Saturday and in order to express my gratitude for inviting me to this lovely trip to Amsterdam I had made a photo album with the best pictures of the haul, spiced with some funny captions that only they can make sense of. I wanted them to be able to wallow in the memories whenever they needed a boost.

And as I was just handing over my gift I received one myself. My father obviously had a similar idea. At least regarding the effect ;-))). During our journey we had often stopped for a sip in several cafés and my mom usually drank hot chocolate. There is a special brand of cocoa from the Netherlands that we used to die for as kids. It's very rich in taste and unsurpassed so far. In one of the cafés my mother was served her hot chocolate in a cup from that exquisite brand and of course I fell in love with it. Not that my china cupboard would lack any more cups, but I liked the idea of having one of these just to prolong the happy memory. The waitress was very relentless and wouldn't sell us the desired item nor could I spot it in any of the thousand souvenir shops that suddenly increased in attractiveness ;-)))). My father did the obvious: He went online and bought one for me at an auction.

So all of us were sitting there startled at the sight of our presents. This certifies the universal law that whatever you sow you will reap. It does not always return this immediately and sometimes it takes a detour before it will hit you back, but in this case the rule was blatantly confirmed.

Telepathy

I believe in the power of thoughts and I think we create the world around us. I am not sure yet how this exactly works. Whether we only perceive the world differently or really change the world by adopting a certain attitude I cannot say. But I think our mind is too limited to understand it anyway - at least mine is ;-))).
I sometimes even don't know if an idea really belongs to me or if my mind is like a receiver picking up things that are broadcasted by the universal radio. Especially when I have thoughts which are excellent. LOL Who has the copyrights on ideas anyway if it so happens that sometimes two independent people come up with the same idea at once without having even talked to each other before?

Having said that I want to relate what occurred this morning. A very nice pen pal of mine, whom I in touch with since a short while now, wrote me that his mother took a bad fall and was a bit under the weather. She seems to be accident-prone and often creates situations like this in order to get more attention by doctors. So I thought why not write that nice old lady a card so the need for being noticed would be satisfied a little bit. Then I thought it might be very intrusive to do so and not my place.
This morning however I was told that some friends of his had just did what I had planned and thus executed "my" idea. Funny isn't it? It proves to me that we are all connected.

And it reminded me of something that happened when I was still with my last boyfriend. There were times when he was unemployed and extremely short on money. He felt very bad about it, almost ashamed. During this time he lost 50 bucks. I don't quite remember in which way. Some stupid payment or something broke down. All I remember is that there was a hole of 50 bucks wallet. I would have volunteered to fill it, but did not want to hurt his pride. So I planned to furtively slip a bill of 50 into the pocket of his trousers the next time I was at his place - we did not live together - in order to spare his feelings. He would find it and think he forgot all about this money, but it was righteously his.
The very next morning he called and told me that he had put on a pair of trousers he is only wearing rarely. And believe it or not, he found a 50 buck note in his back pocket. Cross my heart I didn't put it there. I haven't even been in the vicinity of these pants. But I was relieved that the job had been taken care of.



Imagine what we could create if we learned who to use this mechanism deliberately.

Some Insight

I learned a lot from pain in my life. But this month I took a lot of benefit of my delightful trip to Amsterdam. Today it crossed my mind that what I believed in theory is really true. One can learn from joy as well.

I think I will take that road more often in the future. Wanna join me?

"If there's hell on earth, there must be heaven, too"
(Crowded House)

Mind Sugar

Last week I had another brainwave. I have to go back a bit in order to make it at least a bit comprehensible. Sometimes we get hit by the light while our revolutionary ideas would not change other people's life at all. Although we think we just hit pay dirt. LOL

When I grew up I had a sweet tooth. I was addicted to chocolate for a very long time, but any other candy would do as a substitute. Ice cream was an all time favorite, then again there are hardly any sweets I didn't like except maybe liquorice. But this word contains the word liquor, which I never liked either. Maybe that's why? OK. I am getting silly now. Suffice it to say that I had this habit and I managed to get away from it. Nowadays I don't even crave for sweets and even the scent of chocolate can make me feel sick sometimes. What I gained was a new sensitivity of my taste buds. To me so many things taste sweet and I never use salt or any other spices because they just tamper with the real thing. And I am not only talking about fruit here. A tomato can be sweeter than a cherry pie. Even endive has a sugary quality about it.

So there is no sugar in my food anymore. At least not that I know of. But sometimes I grab the wrong things from the shelve. That's what happened in Amsterdam. I wanted to shop plain biological yoghurt and when I opened it up and licked the stuff from the lid I tasted: SUGAR. Biological non-refined sugar, but nonetheless sugar. I was tempted for a moment and the thought of "just this once" crossed my mind. But then I threw it all away. This would have been like the first glass to an alcohol addict. And what for? It didn't even taste excellent.

Last week I was hunted by unhappy and totally superfluous thoughts. An issue so unimportant that I cannot even remember what it was all about, but it made me feel miserable. Suddenly I had the image of me throwing away the Vanilla yoghurt I mistook for a plain one. And then it hit me. These thought were just like sugar to my mind. I had not problems throwing away the yoghurt, why not treat thoughts like this the same way. They are just as unhealthy for my system as the sugar. So I will refuse to have them in my sytem any longer. And it works, folks. At least as long as I can think of the image again. Then I don't have any problems to trash whatever is bothering me.

Isn't it funny how the meaning of some "stupid mistakes" like picking the wrong can of yoghurt get revealed to us one week later ;-))). So lets trust all of our errors make sense on a larger scale.

Mission Accomplished

I have been to Amsterdam with my parents for a weak. I figured it would be wise to cherish the time with them while they are still with me in this life instead of being full of regret once they have both moved on. So we picked Amsterdam as a nice spot for a holiday week.

This place is awesome. There is so much to admire and see. So we all had a wonderful time there.

Usually I have to get used to being on a tour with others since in my usual single life there are only rare occasions for delay. If I plan to go out, I grab my purse and shoes and off I am. With the three of us that was a whole different story. You always hang behind because one still has to pay a visit to the bathroom while the other one just needs to comb some hair. Then the next one decides to switch shoes due to the weather. In the meantime the one that has been ready to go from the first moment on decides to go to the bathroom just as a precautionary measure (of course that would be me LOL). So the time it takes to finally get going is stretched out a bit compared to when I am on my own.


While this tends to be a challenge to my patience in my average life I was in a totally different state of mind this week. I was just happy to be with my parents. What did it matter if I had to wait for them to get ready when the whole idea was not getting to some nice tourist attraction but simply being with them? I was pleased as Punch to have them around. The nice outings were just some adornment. So I discovered myself to be in the here and now totally. In fully acceptance of the situation we would find. Even if this meant a waiter was taking too long so that our hot drinks would be only lukewarm by the time they had arrived. I sensed my dad's anger about it, but I could leave that with him. I didn't need to take over and change the situation - or him and his emotions - in order to feel comfortable myself.

Back in my hometown I fell back into my old rut and got nervous when things didn't present themselves in a way I would have expected. I longed for my relaxed state of mind but did not know how to get there. Until it finally struck me. Maybe my purpose on earth is to spend this life relishing the company of myself rather than doing this or planing that. While I toyed with this idea I found that there was much comfort to be found. I don't have to "get" anywhere, because I already achieved my goal. I am with me. No need to fuss about anything else.

Mission accomplished !

I had a vision

Yesterday I had a vision. At least literally speaking. I finally took a test ride with the car I consider to buy. It's fun to drive with, feels great and has an unbelievable tight turning circle. The power steering - which I never had before - is pure luxury, especially now since I bruised my shoulder and elbow lately. As for all the other things like the power and sound of the engine or the car stereo, I am not able to judge them because they gave me a car that came with all the bells and whistles, which I surely am not willing to afford even if I could. I can see their point though. They are not able to provide every variation, and of course they would like you to fall in love with one or the other gadget. I remained steadfast in my resolution only to buy the basic model with the smallest engine and an additional car stereo. That's a must for me - being a music and audio book lover. I cannot imagine even an one hour drive with just me doing all the entertainment.

But my resistance broke down when I saw the color. This model only comes off the peg in white and a dark blue. White looks nice for the first five minutes after a good car wash. So I targeted for the blue. It looked nice in the folder and real good on the internet. But in the flesh it looked dull and sad. I couldn't bring myself to even imagine me stepping in such a car every morning and being cheerful. I am a colorhappy person. I drink colors, I suck them in, and they are means or therapeutic treatment to me. So I had to deal with the heavy task of choosing the right color for me.

There is a very vibrant lime green and I really entertain a soft spot for this particular color. But would this be good for everyday use? Same goes for the wonderful magenta. These two colors are flying of the shelves now, so I figured this would not be the right choice. One lime green car in the street looks good, two look like competition. So I thought I would go for a color called vision blue. It looks very lively and refreshing, sporty and fast. And the image of two of a kind parking next to each other leaves me with the feeling of family instead of two bitches struggling for attention. ;-)))

I was about to leave when I spotted another option shown in the catalogue, but not on any car. Eggplant. I really love this shade and often wanted it on a car. So there I was - wavering again. This color looks classy and stylish. Shouldn't I go for the more timeless option? The downside: It only shows off in bright sunlight, otherwise it looks - well, brown.

So I went to my local yarn shop in order to sit on the couch along with some other customers to knit for a while and give my thoughts some rest. When I stepped in there was already one knitting friend sitting there. She never shows up that early and what came even more as a surprise, for once she was not wearing her usual autumn colors. She always goes for orange, rust, pumpkin, olive, and sometimes even brown. But this day she wore vision blue. The exact color I was on the verge of ordering. That couldn'd be just a coincidence. I think the message is clear.

This "vision" will cost me some additional money, and if I ever have to replace a fender, it will increase the amount necessary for the repair, but since money is always floating back..... I had another prove of that two days ago, when a second hand dealer who sold me a book online did not score full marks in my comment because the book was in worse shape than he had promised in his description. The dealer wrote me a mail offering a refund if I would delete my comment. I readily agreed to that. So it's not even pennies on the streets anymore ;-))).

I think I will go for my vision. Even the name is stirring me on. And it reminds me of the vastness of the sky on a clear day. Like the one you see in the picture with the fabulous tree. May there be more visions to come.


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Signs

Some decision has to be made. Which means I need a new car. I never thought this would happen so soon, but due to circumstances that might only bore the pants off you a change has to be made quickly. There are of course thousand options and even more opinions. It's like going to the doctors. Ask seven people and you will get just as much advice.

What it all boils down to is that I could go for a very reasonable car that looks nice and is supposed to stay with me for a very long time. It has a year more to offer warranty-wise than the other option, which has a fairly good reputation too, but looks real cool. In either case I would be flat broke and all my savings for other occurrences will be gone in a wink. So wouldn't I be better off with something that fully pleases me now and which might be just as long lasting as the other car?

But that itself is not very miraculous. Surprisingly there is something else going on since this car issue is on my mind. I stumble across money. It started with one cent in the storeroom at work while I was discussing car options with a very nice and helpful colleague. I gave the lucky penny to him without thinking.

Next day I went grocery shopping and found even more cents on my way to the store. And then the thought struck my mind that someone might try to get a message through to me. Hadn't I made the experience more than once before that spending all my savings would not leave me destitute. More money would be bound to rush in, so this wouldn't be the end of the world obviously. Of course such an investment has to be considered thoroughly, but after all the thinking is done it's time to put all my trust in the universal power of refilling my resources again.

And in order to really emphasize this point someone up there sent me a dream last night in which I again found money on the street. Looks like this energy is trying to get in even through concrete. Just like dandelions - the bravest flowers in our civilization - wiggle their way through stones and walls.



I think it's time to send my response to whomever is messaging me there:

"ROGER, I think I got it now!"

What A Day

I know, I know,

I neglected this blog tremendously. All the little things that happened seemed either too minor or did not put me into a spirit of enthusiasm enough to get me started on writing. But this day honestly has.


I have to start with a little bit of prehistory. I am confronted with a streak of loose ends at the moment. A lot of material things need to be fixed plus my parents aren't doing that well. My mom came down with a serious disease which is chronic but can be treated. Thank goodness. But all of this is keeping me a little bit under stress. And one way for me to deal with this is seemingly having some weird sort of accident in which I hurt myself in order to focus on me again plus giving me a break and some allowance to be weak and fragile.


In this case it happened on Saturday as I tripped when I was walking through the inner city. I fell hard on the ground and on my right shoulder and elbow. Some nice passers-by immediately stopped and made sure I was fine to walk and take care of myself. I was a bit under shock and my arm hurt immensely, but since I could move it in every direction I figured nothing was broken. I went to a hospital on Sunday to get an X ray after a night without sleep and a lot of more pain since my shoulder was swollen now, got some medication and the diagnosis that nothing was broken (thanks Geoff), got better and went to work on Monday. Not such a good idea, although driving is a funny experience steering with the right hand while shifting gears with the left ;-))) . This really works. LOL


Anyhow, in a nutshell, I called in sick today because I overdid it on Monday and needed to give my arm rest. I had a very pleasant day which feels a bit funny, because one is not supposed to have fun when being on sick leave. At least that's what my inner critic would say. But I did not pay attention to this fellow. Instead I decided to take a walk in order to at least have some exercise since my daily work out is badly stripped down to half an hour and would exclude everything that includes the arms. I wanted to try on a ring I had seen in a shop window twice. The shop was always closed then but the ring really got me hooked. A dangerous stroll, but this thing was really calling me. And it fits perfectly and looks good, feels good, so I went for it.



I kept it on but the lady was still handing me the little box. And funny enough I took it with me although I thought I would throw this little plastic cube away immediately as soon as I got home.





Then I wanted to have a water in the sun so I went to several street cafés. I like to do that from time to time in order to socialize and have some small talk with strangers. The first place was only serving sparkling water and the second place was shadowy and asked for such a ridiculously high price for just a glass of water that I decided to walk back home, grab a bottle of my own water, and go to the park across the street in order to sit on a bench in the sun.


While I was happily knitting and talking to my mom on my cell a handicapped women asked if she could join me on the bench. I asked her if she would mind me finishing my conversation, and she said that wouldn't be a problem for her. So I talked to my mom for several minutes longer and after I hung up this woman and I drifted into a conversation. A real good one. She had an attitude one does not meet very often. Like she thought that people who always get disappointed by others better should ask themselves what THEY did wrong instead of blaming the ones who let them down. WOW. I always thought sitting in the green is nicer, but would exclude me from a nice conversation so I mostly I opt for the cafés instead. And today I had been given all of it this morning. The green that heals my soul, a chat with a lady who shared my opinions.


After lunch I had an appointment with a physiotherapist. This date had been set up before Easter but it came in quite handy now because that guy could examine my arm and shoulder from another point of view. I went there early and sat down in another park previously unknown to me. The grass had just been mown and I felt very happy. I love the scent of freshly mown grass. Some children had collected all the cut off dandelions and as I passed one girl she was fondling one silvery blossom which they had laid out separately. I asked her what they collected them for. She said they would sell them and I should feel how nice and soft they were. "Oh", I said, "so these are wishing flowers?" And she confirmed that. I wanted to buy one and she only asked one cent - after consulting her older brother. So I gave them ten cents for two blossoms. Her brother picked out the second one and made sure I got a real big one. I wanted to send them to my mom but could not think of a way to protect them on my way home - when I remembered the little plastic cube I got from the woman who sold the ring. Bingo. I was so amazed how everything fell into place.


I sat a knit for a while and then I realized that this park was full of lilac bushes. My mom had asked me to make a photo shot of a white one. She needs that for a birthday gift and I know that there is one bush close to a friend's garden, but the blossoms are very high in the sky and hard to shoot. So I went to that park again after seeing the physiotherapist and was lucky to find one bush with white blossoms.

All the kids had discovered that there was some money in selling flowers and I bought some lilacs for 50 cent since I love the scent of lilac in my house.


How nicely everything turned out this day. I was really giving up control and whenever I do this I am guided and well protected.

I only wish I could surrender more often, but I surely will have to pursue this.

Funny Money

Yesterday as I was talking on the phone with my already introduced soul sister we discussed the different attitudes people have towards money. While some seem to hoard it up, counting every penny although they are quite long on dimes, there are these other people who tend to squander it as fast as they can. Needless to say that we both rather belong to the latter category although we are careful not to make debts, of course, and try to spend it within reason. (Reason is a very elastic term, mind. LOL)

Both of us fail to understand the use of piling dollars if you don't intend to "reinvest". My mom always used to say: "Money is a dead matter, you have to convert it into life by spending it." And this makes sense to me, since I always regarded money as a form of energy. If it doesn't flow, there won't be any light, right?

But it was not before this morning that the full extent of its fleetness was revealed to me. Money itself represents a value, sometimes even a lot of value admittedly, but it only unveils it's merits if you seek to not having it any more. Otherwise it will be but an abstract figure on your bank statement or - if you keep it at home - hold the value of the paper it's printed on. So in order to get a "good run for your money", all you have to do is losing it, spreading it around, giving it away. The moment you try to hold onto it, it's value dissolves magically into nothing. In this regard money almost resembles ...

LOVE. ;-))))

To flat or not to flat

Yesterday I received an offer to hire a flat with a balcony. I would like to find an appartment which enables me to be outside without leaving headquarters. To stay in my refuge and still enjoy the sun and the nice summer breeze. Sit outside, having breakfast or lunch. And a balcony would be just the thing. A garden is too much work for a non-gardener. I love gardens, but I don't like gardening.
And though I know I want to change my dwellings I am not actively looking, browsing through newspapers etc. etc. because I think the timing is not right. I made plans for some holidays this year and fitting in a move would be very hard. Plus it's such a long time since I did this whole flat hunting business. .... ;-)).
But yesterday a colleague, who's friend wants to move and is the next tenant short, mailed a pdf with the description of a lovely place. Just what I wanted, except some teeny flaws. So I wanted to give it a chance. Next thing happened was the current tenant showing some strange attitude, but since I would not have to deal with her after she moved I still wanted to inspect that place. But the ill timing....

She just called and cancelled our appointment. Another lady just signed the contract. Thanks Geoff. It would have been a drag. But I appreciate you sending me some nice offers to remind me of my plans, to show me that places like this exist and even rescue me from the looming decision. I got the message and I will keep my eyes peeled.

Soul Sisters

Although I am burning to relate how I recently met one very dear soul sister on a plane I first have to tell you what occurred yesterday. It was so stunning and exactly the sort of thing that made me start this blog in the first place. And since this little event is related to another soul sister of mine, I can just as well start with that story

The woman I am referring to lives on another continent and I have not met her personally yet. Yes, with internet such things are possible. We enountered by means of a knitting related online group. Both of us being avid or rather fervent knitters we had a lot to write about. Our mails got more suffused with other stuff and before we knew it we discovered that we had read the same books, thought similar thoughts, and had a nearly identical approach to life in general. She is really one of my closest friends now and we write almost daily. She backs me up with comfort and support like any friend close by would do. It goes even so far that she sometimes picks out a gift for me just on a hunch although it does not relate to my life situation at that moment. (Yeah, she often spoils me.) And by the time she sends it, my life has changed and this thing is exactly what I would need at that given moment. She seems to be just like an angel. So maybe she is channeling some messages from Geoff ;-))).

Don't laugh. I might not be that far off. As a true friend she follows my whims as well and of course she reads this blog. She might be the first and only so far. LOL. And yesterday she wrote me that had she been born a boy she would have been named Geoff. Wow, I get goose pimples when such "pure" coincidences happen. Has it been just by chance?

Brainwave

This morning I had a flash of inspiration. I have to go back a bit in order to explain. My life is full of riches. I really enjoy being on this earth and I am thankful for all of what is given to me. Only sometimes I miss a partner to share all this bliss.



There had been times when I was desperate to find my soulmate. Find the one who would truly understand me. And in these times I even listened to people who promoted the crazy idea that all the good ones are already taken. These days are gone. Over. Finished. Why should this be true. I am single. And unless I regard myself as not good (which would include that I didn't even deserve someone who IS good) I am living proof of the undeniable fact that NOT ALL the good ones are hooked up. (Are you still with me? LOL)



Once a councelor told me that there are two types of personalities when it comes to choosing a partner. The ones that would be attracted to the opposite and the other ones who would go for unison. I definitely belong to the latter category. Having developed male and female character traits equally it would be hard to find the opposite anyway. ;-))). So there are moments when I wish for another who would be in harmony with me, understand me, laugh with me, and keep me company. This morning while I was doing the dishes I was suddenly struck by an idea that this person is already part of my life. And this companion is ME. I understand myself, I am in harmony with myself (well, at least most of the time). I felt so blessed in that moment.



It was like the universe had knocked at my door delivering the sweetest strawberries. Rich in taste, juicy and full or the sun's energy. And so delicate and soft that they would melt on the tip of my tongue. So who am I to complain that there is no whipped cream? ;-))) I mean, would you ever make an effort again to pick a basket full of strawberries for a friend who would be so ungrateful? Thus I am very glad to be in my own company.



Of course I am only human and a snug hug would be very nice from time to time. Maybe I'll go and get me a big soft and cuddly teddy bear this Saturday. ;-)))

Well done, Geoff !

Today I would like to introduce you to Geoff. He is an incredible nice person whose shift seems to start as soon as mine ends. In other words whenever I am driving home in the rush hour with my mind still on the job and not on the traffifc. Which is not very advisable by the way. ;-))) So in these times he looks after me and keeps me out of trouble. As you could have guessed by now: Geoff is my guardian angel.

Yesterday I gave him a hard time when the cars in front of me suddenly came to a halt and I had to slam on the breaks very hard in order not to hit the next bumper. The guy behind me wasn't that lucky and so he smashed into my back. So Geoff - although from heaven sent - had a hell of a job to break that driver's speed to provide a major crash. And folks, he did it. The car hit my bumper and at first it sounded pretty bad. But I could detect no damage. So I left it at that although the frame might be slightly warped without me noticing it. But I trust that Geoff who does not deal in half-measures did a proper job again.

Thank you Geoff for tirelessly watching over me!

Just another blog or just an OTHER blog?

So I finally did it. I started up a blog. When blogs became known even to me I was wondering about this new concept. Some people use it as a public diary with a lot of onlookers. It can be a perfect way to keep in touch with your family while on a journey. Some use it to show off their outcome of creativity, thus inspiring others, helping, learning, and leading them to interesting other sites. Some just use it as a means of information or what have you. There are so many ways to use such a tool.

At first I was sure I never wanted a thing like that. What would I have to say that iy important enough or that has not been put into words more eloquently before? Then a series of things happened in my life and I was receiving - again - so many unexpected gifts from the universe that I wanted to say "thanks". Not in the way I always did it before, but in a more solidified way.

In my eyes this world is spread out in many layers like a puff pastry. Except for the plane that most people regard as solid truth and hard facts on which a lot of things appear haphazardly like out of the blue there are other levels on which these incidents are glued together. To me these coincidences are the sealing compound that holds this world together. And luckily even some physicists agree that there is more between heaven and earth than the mind can explain or remotely understand. So I might not be that nuts after all. ;-)))

Since the majority of people seem to concentrate on the "real world" I thought it might be nice to do my bit to balance it out. I will stay anonymous in order to be able to write freely here. Plus I might want to refer to things that include other people also. And I want to keep their privacy unharmed as well.

So this idea began to take shape and I realized that this is what I wanted long ago. In a world where drama and bad news sell faster than fresh warm rolls - and for a better price to boot - I always dreamed of a counterpart daily newspaper. Something that would focus on the glass that is still half full. Something that would shine a light on the miracles hidden even in tragedy. Like when three houses collapse in my hometown in the middle of the day only two people are missing while just one week before a parade was held in just the same street. Thank you Lord.

To me these things are miracles because my brain cannot explain them, but deep down I feel that they are just right. And I want to write them down to emphasize my gratitude and to tell the universe: "Thank you. I realized and I do care."

You might want to participate and write me some of your stories. Feel free to do so under

janesmiraclebox at googlemail dot com

This blog is meant for sharing and welcoming more wonders in our lives.

Keep your eyes open. They happen all the time
Jane