Adele...I hate her songs, lol. All of them make me cry. Like thinking about my stay at this old inn a few summers ago. It was raining like mad. Lightening was cracking open the night sky. It was so dark, I could barely see amidst the sheets of rain. When I finally arrived at this historic bed-n-breakfast, the front door had a note on it: "We had to leave rather suddenly but your room keys are on the table inside."
Who leaves "rather suddenly" at midnight??? Vampires? Witches? My imagination ran wild, along with the other guest arriving late. But things got even worse when I opened the front door and stepped inside....
Dolls. So many, many dolls. All staring with their empty glass eyes in this Gothic house that looked like it hadn't been changed since 1800, except, of course, for the dolls. A doll collection this size had to belong to an immortal of some kind. There were thousands of them, piled on top of each other like a Victorian curiosity from a #PennyDreadful.
The other late arrival helped me with my bag since our hosts were clearly off feeding on innocents or worshipping Satan...one or the other. But once I stepped into my room, my fears dissipated. It was like something out of a romance novel. The canopy bed, the carved, antique furnishings...and, that bathroom! The tub was huge!!! Yes, I was in love....
In the morning, I had opportunity to meet the lovely owners, neither of whom were vampires. Or, witches. Just a couple of nice folks who loved history, horses, and, yes, dolls. I walked the extensive grounds...in the rain. It was terribly dreary. But the horses were out and the swans were floating in the pond. The charm of the old barn had me practically seeing the ghosts of its' past, carrying out their chores while a young boy with a piece of straw in his mouth leaned one-legged against a small doorway. I had a feeling that, whoever that bare-footed boy was, he lived inside the barn...the extra-small door built just for him.
Even though that was years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. That's why I hate Adele's songs. When love is real, it's forever, too. You never forget. Even if you haven't seen your lover in years, you can still remember every moment you spent loving each other. So, no, there is no such thing as water under the bridge when it comes to real love. All that stops two people separated by life from reuniting again is pride. Pride, and yes, ego. Adele sings about both. And, the follies of love in all its many forms. Hence, my tears.
Sometimes, I wish I could go back to that day at the inn. I wish for so many, many things. But, wishes don't come true. Love isn't a fairy tale either. It's actually a miracle. And, miracles take effort. That's part of the magic. Doing something extraordinary--something you would only do for the person you love.
Have you ever had someone do something like that for you? Something extraordinary??? If you have, and you're not with that person today...what are you waiting for?!?! Miracles are rare. Go find your miracle again!
I did a guest interview on #love with Wes Forsythe for his Valentine's Day podcast on paranormalfiller.com last month; he said something during our show that struck me as too true to forget:
"We (humans) are masters at messing up our Destiny...."
Wes was right. We are all our own worst saboteurs. When we betray another, it is because we want to betray ourselves. We want to sabotage our own lives. Our own happiness. Because, deep-down, we don't feel we deserve things like real love. Or, miracles.
You do deserve it, though. The miracle of real love. If you're reading my blog, you deserve much more, too...not because you read me. Because, you are ready to live an #AwakeLife. And THAT is why you're here.
#AwakeLife means no more excuses. No more lies. It means rising up from the ashes of failure and claiming your success--no matter what. You aren't meant for suffering; you're here only to clear negatives so you might live a life full of love. No more fear. No more silence. No more lies. If you lost real love, you need to go find it again. Waiting for Fate to intervene is just another excuse. Another lie. Destiny is a choice. If you remember that, you have a much better chance of finding your happy ending...because, nothing can stand in your way. Nothing but you, that is.
#2017 is a year of creation. So, create the life you want. Find your miracle again and be with the person you love. Throw yourself into reconnecting with that love the way you threw yourself into denying it in the first place. And, you will be successful. Just don't give up this time....
None of us can go backwards. We can only ever move forward. If you fear repeating the negatives from the "old" relationship--that's just another excuse to not pursue what you know was, and is, right in your heart...or, you wouldn't still think about the person you lost.
A reunion isn't about repeating old patterns; it's about creating new ones. A renewed relationship cannot be exactly the same as the old, because, the old obviously didn't work, even if the love did. Reunion isn't magic; it takes time. Effort. Energy. You rebuild, day by day. Until, one day, all of the things you lost are found again. But this time, it's even better. It's even better because, this time, no one is going to disappear.
Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to love. But I will always cheer for it. The real deal. Even if Adele songs are constant reminders of why I still cry, and always will. The miracle of real love is worth the price of admission.
Hey, I don't have all the answers. I can only tell you that when an angel asked me to let him in, I said yes.
Saboteurs abound outside of the self. Those individuals are #MasterTeachers, believe it or not. People that got between you and real love were teaching you lessons about yourself. The obstacles those individuals put in your path were not meant to deter you from it, even if that was their intention. Those obstacles were actually meant for you to gain confidence. To see your own strength. Know your own courage. But, sometimes, those lessons backfire. Instead of courage, we resort to cruelty. Instead of strength, we show stupidity. Confidence melts away and transforms into codependence. That's why we wake up to new chances with each new day. New chances to make right all the wrongs in our lives. It's those new chances that put this lyric from Adele's "Water Under the Bridge" into perspective:
"Oh honey, if I'm not the one for you...why have we been through what we've been through?"
Adele's song ends in a series of pleas to her lover, asking for reassurance that their love isn't somehow gone. But real love is never gone, regardless of whether or not either of you ever set aside your ego and pride long enough to admit it. That's just the truth. It's sad for those left behind by love; we're never the same again. No matter how brave a face you see in social media selfies.
It takes courage and strength to admit you love without condition. To admit you love at all. There's never a better time to admit to real love than the present either. Again, waiting for some perfect fated-moment is just another way to justify inaction. An excuse to keep yourself unhappy. No more excuses!!! Your mantra going forward, when it comes to love, or anything that makes you feel paralyzed, is #NoMoreFear!
Fear is the worst saboteur of all. Don't let Fear win. Don't let any saboteur win. Let love win instead. Laugh, feel joy, dance under the stars, hold hands in public, go to the movies, live in a house, and make babies...or at least, practice. A lot. You're never going to be younger than you are right now...so, why wait??? The only reason you're hesitating from going after your miracle again is because of self sabotage. And, we already agreed that we were not going to use excuses anymore: #NoMoreFear, remember???
Now, go get 'em, Tiger....
#Saboteur
Who leaves "rather suddenly" at midnight??? Vampires? Witches? My imagination ran wild, along with the other guest arriving late. But things got even worse when I opened the front door and stepped inside....
Dolls. So many, many dolls. All staring with their empty glass eyes in this Gothic house that looked like it hadn't been changed since 1800, except, of course, for the dolls. A doll collection this size had to belong to an immortal of some kind. There were thousands of them, piled on top of each other like a Victorian curiosity from a #PennyDreadful.
The other late arrival helped me with my bag since our hosts were clearly off feeding on innocents or worshipping Satan...one or the other. But once I stepped into my room, my fears dissipated. It was like something out of a romance novel. The canopy bed, the carved, antique furnishings...and, that bathroom! The tub was huge!!! Yes, I was in love....
In the morning, I had opportunity to meet the lovely owners, neither of whom were vampires. Or, witches. Just a couple of nice folks who loved history, horses, and, yes, dolls. I walked the extensive grounds...in the rain. It was terribly dreary. But the horses were out and the swans were floating in the pond. The charm of the old barn had me practically seeing the ghosts of its' past, carrying out their chores while a young boy with a piece of straw in his mouth leaned one-legged against a small doorway. I had a feeling that, whoever that bare-footed boy was, he lived inside the barn...the extra-small door built just for him.
Even though that was years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. That's why I hate Adele's songs. When love is real, it's forever, too. You never forget. Even if you haven't seen your lover in years, you can still remember every moment you spent loving each other. So, no, there is no such thing as water under the bridge when it comes to real love. All that stops two people separated by life from reuniting again is pride. Pride, and yes, ego. Adele sings about both. And, the follies of love in all its many forms. Hence, my tears.
Sometimes, I wish I could go back to that day at the inn. I wish for so many, many things. But, wishes don't come true. Love isn't a fairy tale either. It's actually a miracle. And, miracles take effort. That's part of the magic. Doing something extraordinary--something you would only do for the person you love.
Have you ever had someone do something like that for you? Something extraordinary??? If you have, and you're not with that person today...what are you waiting for?!?! Miracles are rare. Go find your miracle again!
I did a guest interview on #love with Wes Forsythe for his Valentine's Day podcast on paranormalfiller.com last month; he said something during our show that struck me as too true to forget:
"We (humans) are masters at messing up our Destiny...."
Wes was right. We are all our own worst saboteurs. When we betray another, it is because we want to betray ourselves. We want to sabotage our own lives. Our own happiness. Because, deep-down, we don't feel we deserve things like real love. Or, miracles.
You do deserve it, though. The miracle of real love. If you're reading my blog, you deserve much more, too...not because you read me. Because, you are ready to live an #AwakeLife. And THAT is why you're here.
#AwakeLife means no more excuses. No more lies. It means rising up from the ashes of failure and claiming your success--no matter what. You aren't meant for suffering; you're here only to clear negatives so you might live a life full of love. No more fear. No more silence. No more lies. If you lost real love, you need to go find it again. Waiting for Fate to intervene is just another excuse. Another lie. Destiny is a choice. If you remember that, you have a much better chance of finding your happy ending...because, nothing can stand in your way. Nothing but you, that is.
#2017 is a year of creation. So, create the life you want. Find your miracle again and be with the person you love. Throw yourself into reconnecting with that love the way you threw yourself into denying it in the first place. And, you will be successful. Just don't give up this time....
None of us can go backwards. We can only ever move forward. If you fear repeating the negatives from the "old" relationship--that's just another excuse to not pursue what you know was, and is, right in your heart...or, you wouldn't still think about the person you lost.
A reunion isn't about repeating old patterns; it's about creating new ones. A renewed relationship cannot be exactly the same as the old, because, the old obviously didn't work, even if the love did. Reunion isn't magic; it takes time. Effort. Energy. You rebuild, day by day. Until, one day, all of the things you lost are found again. But this time, it's even better. It's even better because, this time, no one is going to disappear.
Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to love. But I will always cheer for it. The real deal. Even if Adele songs are constant reminders of why I still cry, and always will. The miracle of real love is worth the price of admission.
Hey, I don't have all the answers. I can only tell you that when an angel asked me to let him in, I said yes.
Saboteurs abound outside of the self. Those individuals are #MasterTeachers, believe it or not. People that got between you and real love were teaching you lessons about yourself. The obstacles those individuals put in your path were not meant to deter you from it, even if that was their intention. Those obstacles were actually meant for you to gain confidence. To see your own strength. Know your own courage. But, sometimes, those lessons backfire. Instead of courage, we resort to cruelty. Instead of strength, we show stupidity. Confidence melts away and transforms into codependence. That's why we wake up to new chances with each new day. New chances to make right all the wrongs in our lives. It's those new chances that put this lyric from Adele's "Water Under the Bridge" into perspective:
"Oh honey, if I'm not the one for you...why have we been through what we've been through?"
Adele's song ends in a series of pleas to her lover, asking for reassurance that their love isn't somehow gone. But real love is never gone, regardless of whether or not either of you ever set aside your ego and pride long enough to admit it. That's just the truth. It's sad for those left behind by love; we're never the same again. No matter how brave a face you see in social media selfies.
It takes courage and strength to admit you love without condition. To admit you love at all. There's never a better time to admit to real love than the present either. Again, waiting for some perfect fated-moment is just another way to justify inaction. An excuse to keep yourself unhappy. No more excuses!!! Your mantra going forward, when it comes to love, or anything that makes you feel paralyzed, is #NoMoreFear!
Fear is the worst saboteur of all. Don't let Fear win. Don't let any saboteur win. Let love win instead. Laugh, feel joy, dance under the stars, hold hands in public, go to the movies, live in a house, and make babies...or at least, practice. A lot. You're never going to be younger than you are right now...so, why wait??? The only reason you're hesitating from going after your miracle again is because of self sabotage. And, we already agreed that we were not going to use excuses anymore: #NoMoreFear, remember???
Now, go get 'em, Tiger....
#Saboteur
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