From Tara: Baffled by Bottle Brush

I was at the end of taking a group on a hike in Malibu. It was a magical day as always. One of the hikers and I landed on a curb to do some stretching. The tree that lined the curb was a gorgeous bottle brush tree. I mentioned that they happen to be my favorite tree, she concurred–they were her favorite as well.

We simply began basking and appreciating this tree and everything about it and all the others we have seen. She spoke of the bottle brush tree she has in her back yard. We went on and on about this tree, just loving it up!

We said our goodbyes and I was onto the next phase of my day. A few hours later as I was driving to my next appointment, there was a bunch of traffic on the main street so I chose to take a side street. As I drove block after block after block, all I saw on each side of the street was bottle brush trees. I was literally immersed in bottle brush trees. Every size and shape was represented on this street–some were groomed and some were wildly growing in every direction.

All I could do was gasp and tears began rolling down my face. This was clearly the power of the universe bringing me more of what I was so fervently appreciating earlier. Oh, to be sure, Law of Attraction abounds and is at work in every part of our days. Are you noticing?

From Tara: Sebastian

My dog, Sebastian, decided to run out of the gate when it opened. This is something he has done before but always returns within 20 minutes. Usually, we just know he’ll be coming home soon and he does. He just needs to run wild and get a thrill. This time though, after two hours had passed, I became a bit anxious.

My Facebook status up-date from the previous day was “Worry is a waste of your imagination”. I was to be tested on this day!

I decided to cancel my Christmas party plans and stay home in case anyone found him and called the number on his tag. No calls. I kept seeing him, in my mind’s eye, coming up to the gate and looking up into my eyes like he always does with that intent, sensitive, sweetness.

Unfortunately, I also had visions, although brief, of him being stuck in the canyon with Coyotes surrounding him or somewhere on the street involved with a car.

As quickly as those visions entered my mind, I pushed them out with visions of him looking into my eyes. I told my house mate that he was probably laying on a nice lawn somewhere just enjoying the moments. She was doubtful but I had seen him do this on our walks so often that I didn’t doubt it. I was hopeful but becoming more anxious by the hours that passed.

Several hours had gone by now. After walking the neighborhood, driving the neighborhood and checking out the canyon behind the house, I had to go to sleep. At 5am, after 15 hours had passed, Sebastian arrived home. My house mate let him in the house and I could hear the familiar running down the hallway. I jumped up and ran into the hall. “Is that him, is he here”?

As he had ran out the back door and heard my voice, he ran back in and looked at me with those eyes. My vision came true!

I have no idea where he had been for 15 hours. This was the first time he’d been gone for more than 20 minutes. I truly believe that my vibration and love for him, pulled him to me. I kept seeing and feeling his loving presence out there enjoying life and seeing his loving eyes staring me down. I am so grateful that I used my imagination to see what I wanted to see instead of worry about what I didn’t want to see. I am grateful and I love this dog!

From Tara: Lost Keys.

What happens when you lock your keys in the car? Do you get stressed and mad or do you stay calm and know that there is an answer that may come without having to deal with calling AAA?

My friend and I had driven 45 minutes to ride a new trail in Malibu on our mountain bikes. We were enjoying the morning, getting our bikes ready and our gear together when the wind blew my door shut.

Unfortunately, I had pressed the lock button and my car key was in my camelback which was on the front seat. Hmmm, my trunk was still open though. We looked and sure enough there was a latch that when depressed may open through to the back seat.

While my friend pushed and pressed and prodded, she could not get that trap door to open. This was all after fishing through all the ingredients in my trunk. I store lots in my trunk! She asked me to help push so we both dove head first into my trunk while our butts were the only visible part of our bodies–we were pushing together and still to no avail.

I had to laugh, really hard. Here we were, butts to the world, and I imagined what it would be like if someone were to pull up on that scene! We then called over two guys who were also in the process of getting on their bikes. They tried as they might but also with no luck. Even though the sun was beating down and we couldn’t just get on our bikes and ride because all my hydration was locked in my car, we laughed and just relaxed about our conundrum! Somehow we just knew there was a way into the car without having to go through the drama of calling AAA.

As I sorted through the trunk gear hoping to find a wire hanger, I found a 6 pronged pants hanger made out of thick plastic. I held it up and we both laughed because that certainly wouldn’t be maneuverable enough to open the lock from outside. Well now wait a minute…I noticed each level clasped together and if it clasped together it must clasp apart.

I unclasped one of the rows and marched over to the passenger door which had the window cracked. It was so darn easy, I stuck the plastic down the cracked window, pushed on the lock and it was open!

The moral of the story for me was…it is what it is and if you stress about it, that won’t help. We were relaxed and having fun. We both seemed to trust that there would be an answer and together with that mindset, we made what looked like a “no way” situation into a “not a problem” situation.

Lately, it seems like all cooperative components come to my rescue. I like the way it feels to trust that everything will always work out. Life is good and I just feel like getting out there and living it more fully!!!

From Tony: My own dear Chris!

My beloved Chris wrote this today, it was truly a Surprise and Delight!

Hiya,

Here's a lil sample from an interview with Liam Neeson. The intriguing line about FEAR caught my attention.

One hour earlier, he tells the story of a motorcycle accident he lived through in 2000. This riffing off a discussion of fear, of getting knocked out cold in the ring as a teenager; of the fearsome IRA legend Michael Collins, whom he played in the movie; fear upon leaving Belfast for Dublin and Dublin for London; fear upon leaving London for L.A. and L.A. for New York — none of it sounds really scary. It's just fear as abstraction, fear as thesis statement. Sounds like a guy looking back and marking time

I like the take on it...that Fear is ONLY created in the mind, in Abstraction. When there are holes in the New Story we are starting to tell, we tend to user "filler" from the 'FEAR' bin as a placeholder. Why do we do that, and how can we get rid of the 'FEAR' bin all together? Simply knowing it's like a crutch, a default choice or option that we humans tend to stear towards first....well, that's instilled in us culturally. So, part of telling our New Story MUST include severing ties with "cultrual convention", the best example of why we need to sever ties with the past because of how it anchors us to not only our past story but also our old patterns of behavior. Why do we choose to repeat the very behaviors we long to erase? Just like we keep going back to the FEAR bin, we also keep using the same Rulebook (more like a scrapbook) of past plans the worked, kinda worked, or even failed us miserably. Guess what, we need to trash that too.

Why are new stories so needed in everyday life...movies, TV, and books? How do the most prolific and celebrated artists of all disciplines get that way? Picasso and Stravinsky were masters of this survival technique...re-Invention. They frequently decided to redefine the terms by which they worked, which in turn, redefined their lives from the inside out. By simply changing how they created their art, they changed their world around them like ripples on a pond.

The Ripple Effect is REAL. As our vibration emits out from us, is resonates with the Universe and bounces back to us amplified. So, let's retune our vibration on the simplest, easiest level. Let's find a new way to live. Let's reinvent our Universe on our terms. The simplest things have the most resounding effects, the deepest joy, the happiest outcome.

-C

From Patricia: Desi's House

My mom has always adored Desi Arnaz. When it comes to "loving" either Lucy or Desi, she chose Desi long ago for his charm, charisma and personality!
Whenever I drive to San Diego, I always travel from Oceanside to Del Mar on Pacific Coast Hwy., one of my favorite destinations. I LOVE visiting Del Mar. And Desi loved that beautiful town, too! He lived in a beachfront house in Del Mar from 1960 until his death in 1986.
On my most recent visit to San Diego, I decided I would locate Desi's former house in Del Mar and take a photo of it for my mom.
An internet search told me he had lived at 1920 Ocean Front.
I happily drove down PCH, basking in the joy of being both in the vortex AND in Del Mar! I didn't have a map or GPS with me, so I had NO idea how to find Desi's house. There are countless cul-de-sacs, gates and private driveways surrounding the beachfront cottages, which give the community an air of mystery and exclusiveness. And the street addresses are difficult to decipher.
Trusting my inner guidance, I was inspired to park one block from the ocean.
I said "Okay, Divine Source---lead me to Desi Arnaz's house right now. I don't know where it is. YOU have to show me because there are probably 300 houses overlooking the ocean in this part of town and the street addresses aren't visible. Amd I don't know where Ocean Front Dr. is, either."
I glanced over to my right and amazingly----I was parked right in front of Desi's house! A small street sign said "Ocean Front." The number "1920" was on the garage door-----barely visible, but there it was.
I was thrilled---Source had magically led me to Desi's house with no effort on my part. I got out of my car, discovered a nearby pathway leading to the ocean, and found the front of his house as I strolled along the sand, only 20 feet from the waves.
I was overjoyed at how easily I found Desi Arnaz's house, but not surprised.....because I was in the vortex!