Morning Wisdom

I am hooked on pinterest! I tend to be very visual in general so having all these boards helps me sort through thoughts and organize my creative energy. Ideas and inspiration for things I can do for my compassion project, food for cooking class and a future cookbook to help my clients, quotes and inspiring pictures. This really isn’t the point of today’s post, however. Last night a dear friend of mine (who I’ll keep anonymous for now), was going through a little spill of tiny drunk confessions: How she loves me because I accept her unconditionally as she is. But (of course there’s a but), whenever I moved out of the shed, that had hurt her deep. I can’t help this, I am on my path and this simple life is where I’m destined to travel. I love her and would live with her, but it’s not where I am supposed to be, it has nothing to do with her. If anything I feel a tinge of guilt for leaving, that was the hardest part (not living without modern conveniences and getting rid of most of my stuff), telling her that I wasn’t going to be there all the time. So when I discovered this picture this morning it reminded me of what we talked about last night  and if I could ever tell her anything, I think that Pooh does a brilliant job of simply stating what I feel. Plus ever since I read the Tao of Pooh, I realized what a fucking genius that little bear is. Short and sweet today, just something that spoke to me.

 

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The World through Heart-Shaped Glasses

Extraordinary, extraordinary, extraordinary; this word has been racing through my mind as I’ve been journeying into Dr. Dyer’s Wishes Fulfilled. As this weekend began I set off to discover just what it is like to lead an extraordinary life is like and to catalog and ponder upon it here. So set out with “What do extraordinary people do?” imprinted on my hand and a new-mind set. So put on your heart-shaped glasses and travel along with me. It began Saturday with me and mom whisking my nephews away from my sister to take them to the park to run up the hill. As they giggle and topple their way down the hill, with Trenton’s curly hair proceeding his legs, I can’t help but laugh and feel light-hearted. How lucky am I be here? To have these

Be Beautiful

BEAUTIFUL. I’ve written about it before, but I find that thoughts are ever evolving, so revisiting the idea and stepping in that footprint repeatedly is needed for it to stick. I’ve come to realize that this has long been a meme of mine. Growing up with everyone telling me how pretty and ‘hot’ my sister was, I labeled and put myself in the ‘smart/creative’ box. This was my conditioning, I always had a natural sympathy for looks, I despised the word ugly and can’t recollect ever using the term (nor fat for that matter either). In fifth grade I began my exploration into beauty, when I was placed in advanced art and assigned to do portraiture. I was hooked, hooked on the human form, mystified. I found that I was most taken to draw people with something unique a deciphering: glasses, a lop-sided smile, a distinctive nose, big doe eyes, and crinkles around the eyes from years of laughter. Things that some may point out to be flaws or signs of aging, but things that I took pleasure in. I began then to start looking for things that I found appealing. This was my first breakout from the conditionings of the world, where we look for the flaws. It’s like the scene from Mean Girls, where they stand in the mirror and say what they need to change and what is ‘wrong’ with their physical selves. It’s everywhere: on billboards, in magazines, on TV, everywhere is the ‘ideal’ image of that rail-thin or beautiful model that we’re supposed to live up to. I’ve felt these pressures,

Sisterly Growth

Lately I’ve been evaluating and expanding on my personal relationships, one that I have been working on and one of those one’s filled with memes, is the relationship that I have with my sister. I’ll admit we had a rough start. Amanda is seven years older than me, and Cliff is only a year, so growing up me and Cliff were always paired together and Amanda was up there on her own. I judged her. To a younger me she was stuck-up, always ratting on me and Cliff, while also nosing into our business. Always parading herself as the pretty one, I instantly let myself fall into the artsy/smart sister role. Meme number one, my sister is pretty, therefore I am not, so I am uncomfortable around her. I admit when I was younger, everyone was always telling me how pretty Amanda was and jealousy ran deep in my insecure and spiritually lacking frame. But as I grew (and with my post soon coming on beauty) and especially since I’ve been on my spiritually journey I’ve come to realize my own self-value and my current self-love will not allow such negative thoughts to come (although I find it odd, because my sister does have people who judge her based on looks and we all seem to be insecure and afraid of beauty). The major turning part in our relationship came, however, my senior year of high school

Child’s Play

Clearly today I will be looking at children, but not just any children, I will be talking about my two nephews. It’s funny how they can put life into perspective. I am the aunt to two breathtakingly beautiful boys, Gavin and Trenton. Gavin is a 4 year-old all-star basketball player, who is just stunning, there is no other way to put it. I could just stare at him, he is gorgeous. And Trenton is my cuddly curly-headed bubby, who makes anyone fall in love with him instantly. His innocence and the crazy shit that comes out of his mouth make it impossible not to smile when you’re around him. I honestly don’t think I capable of frowning in his presence. What I love about my nephews is that they’re pure. Children lack that pretension, where they’re trying to be somebody. They’re just following their instincts and trying things out. There are no mistakes or failures, everything is a test. They try walking just to fall down and get back up so they can try again. They haven’t been fully conditioned yet. My favorite thing to do is play with them, and just watch. To

Project Compassion

I mentioned my ‘Getting Grateful n 2012′ journal, but I have also been scheming a new project as well: Project Compassion. While reading Dr. Dyer’s Being in Balance, he said to go on a rampage of appreciation. That instantly resonated with me, and I’ve kind of been on rampage the last several months. Therefore, I decided to add my own Brittany twist, because my current mindset is stuck on the love and kindness. We so frequently think of ourselves, and I wanted to challenge myself to place others first. To in the morning, think or do something for someone else. It could be simple. Last week I held the door open for a lovely couple at the coffee shop, secretly radiated love and kindness on them in line, and passed warming smiles back

Returning to Self

Working so much lately, it seems almost as if I am in a relationship with my job, where my identity has become locked into- I Am Body Change. Yesterday, I hiked with my Dad for three hours, though, and we discussed Dyer’s new Wishes Fulfilled and this I AM. So time away from work has lead me back to who am I? My dad screams at the top of his lungs that he is powerful, extraordinary, the best fitness coach. What do I want and tell myself? When I open my journal it flops right to the page of what I need to remind myself of daily:

I AM Love

I AM Health

I AM Beauty

I AM Compassion

I AM Kind

I AM Joy

I AM Peace

Electric with Inspiration

My journey is ever evolving and transpiring, but while walking at the park the other day, there are instances of such light and inspiration. Although I haven’t mastered the ability to harness this level of inspiration all of time, I am getting better at embracing it. So what does it feel like to be truly inspired. As I was walking around the park I tried to think of how I could explain this ( although I found that it tends to be one of those things that is best left for feeling than for trying to explain in words, but the feeling is so powerful that I felt obligated to have a go at it). There really aren’t any adjectives that can fully explain it, but I guess the best is electric. When the feeling comes over me I feel electric, like there are impulses just radiating throughout my body and if someone touches me they will get shocked. My mind is clear. The thoughts run fluidly, my plan of action. Decisions and I don’t have to second guess them, but act on them. They’re on my path, what I’m supposed to do (to move into my shed to take a retreat). Manifesting becomes effortless. There are no fears and everything is possible. There is only:

Love, Light, Beauty, Kindness, Possibility

Are you Afraid of the Dark?

I’ve been blasting through and exploring memes lately, after a hike at night I discovered another one. When I was younger I would be petrified of the dark. Punishment one time included setting outside at the back of the treeline until I was attended to, and as my grandma reminded me on my Facebook post, she would have to walk me to the top of the hill and watch me walk next door. A month ago my father implanted the idea of hiking by moonlight. The other day I finally dropped the excuses and went on my hike. Where did this meme come from? Is it really the dark that I am afraid of (I liked this title by the way because it reminded me of watching this show when I was younger)? When I explore this as my adult self (which is actually closer to my true self), I realize it was never the dark that actually scared me, but the fear of the unknown, of losing control. As someone with a vivid and somewhat over the top imagination, I could turn any shadow into a life-threathening scenario. What’s lurking around this corner? I couldn’t see what could potentially be coming therefore I was ‘afraid’. But now when I look at life, this was me controlling the situation. I always had a plan, knew what I was doing tomorrow, knew what I wanted and had my life planned out. I was a control-freak and the dark represented a lack of control for me. And actually when I think about it, this fear of not being in control, stopped me from living in

Joy, Love, Peace

Reading Dr. Dyer always leaves me vibrating at a higher frequency, reading Inspiration Your Ultimate Calling has been no exception. What has struck me the most goes in stride with the Tao of Pooh that life is fun, that life is simple. It’s not about agenda’s, meetings, cnferences, ushering kids to work or micro-managing our lives. We are entitled to the three parts of my title.

Joy

Who doesn’t want to enjoy life? You have an obligation to yourself to stop striving and feeling pressured into saying yes. I’ll do more. Yes I’ll work more, because that’s what’s expected and more work means more money right? We should be saying yes to what we enjoy, not what we should be doing. When do we take time to ourselves? Hell do we even know what WE find pleasure in, since we are so used to our conditioning. What do I enjoy? Hiking, traveling, reading, strength, a good night sleep, writing, cooking, researching, taking pictures, children, adventure and new experiences, nature and all seasons, driving, meditating, and drawing are just some of the things that bring me joy. Like Dyer says: We deserve to feel joy- it’s our spiritual calling.

Love

I loved in Dyer that he points out at moments close to death or danger we tend to cling to love and those we love, but why not feel this every day? I’ve been working on One Love the last year and expressing my love to others, because extending love magnifites its power (just ask my frinds and family as I’m on a current rampage of love and kindess, they have been bombarded