From Arita: Mother of the Bride

I flew in a huge plane home from Philadelphia - sitting there relishing the fresh memories of my daughter's wedding. There were three seats on each side of the aisle and being a SWA flight, it was completely full. Guess what? Both the other women sitting with me were also MOB's - one also coming from her daughter's wedding Virginia (like mine) and the other going to her daughter's wedding in LA. The dates were consecutive weekends. What are the odds of that?

From Arita: WOW

Last week I was in the kitchen getting my first cup of coffee and I smiled to hear a familiar staccato sound on the floor above me – little shoes on hardwood floor. Ellie was awake and exploring. I headed for the stairs where I heard them stop as she proclaimed her latest favorite word, “WOW!”

Ellie doesn’t use a lot of words yet. She has discovered and rehearsed her “No” until I am certain that she knows exactly what it means and how well it works. And there have been times when she was distraught (or not) and I swear it sounded like she was saying “Why oh why oh why?” It’s hard not laughing at this one.

If I were a person of few words, what would the world hear from me the most? What word would they associate with me? What would be my most-used, default reaction in a one-word contribution to my world and my personal interactions? Today I choose my favorite word.

WOW!

Arita Trahan is the author of “The Santa Story Revisited – How to Give Your Children a Santa They Will Never Outgrow”

From Kim D: Play Tickets

my husband and i wanted to see a play on sunday.
we didn't have tickets and hoped that they would have them at the box office right before the show.
so we drove down to the mark taper and went to the box office, the lady said they are sold out for the evening.
without any attachment or disappointment, we walked away from the theatre when a nice young man, an usher, stopped us and told us
that some people left tickets because they couldn't make it to the show. he showed us where they were placed, which was
under a sign in front the the theater. amazed, we happily grabbed the tickets and thanked the kind man and went inside.
we were ushered into orchestra seats, the perfect good seats. the tickets were selling for $75 each and we got in for free! haha.
and the play was very good. this continues...during intermission we went down to the garage to the car to pay, we were parked
in a vip spot because we were rushing to make it to the play, when we got there no one was around. a brief moment later a nice man
who worked there came by and said, "don't worry about it, next time!"
we were ready to pay the $10 for the best parking spot in the garage, and yet he told us not to pay! free again! pretty amazing! but normal. ;)

so after all the money we saved, we bought an expensive bottle of champagne with dinner and celebrated!!

From Arita: Flat tire.

Mark and I went out on our bikes when he got home last night. As the sun gets low enough to cast a shadow across the road, and the temperature feels like it might be a little to cool for my sleeveless top, we set out. We appreciate that we can ride to the end of the block, cross into the Park & Ride, and then get on the bike path that takes us all the way around Balboa Park and back home. We pass the most amazing people – rolling, strolling, riding, gliding, playing – all different ages. These are my park peeps. No one is in a hurry and we meander around each other on the path, each in our own world and overlapping here and there. I notice that the temperature is perfect, so my body temp must have risen.

We were surprised to notice that the inclines here and there along the path didn’t seem challenging at all. We must have become stronger without noticing. We are conscious of how sweet it all is. We talk along the way about our separate days and what we are seeing. We pass playgrounds and wildlife sanctuaries and lake and river and golf course and other paths, and pets and athletes and kites and remote-control airplanes and strollers and picnics being packed up. The mountains stand quiet and blue in the distance. It’s calming. It’s easy.

Then, just as we’re rounding the last bend of the park across from the Japanese Gardens, Mark heard his front tire – flap, flap, flap. “Whoops, I think I’ve got a flat.” I slowed and looked at it – about half inflated. I said, “I don’t think it will hurt the rim to keep riding a while as it is. And if we need to walk our bikes home, that’s okay too.” He agreed. We picked up our speed just a little bit to cover some more ground while there was still some air in the tire, and then let our attention stray to the delights around us. Maybe five minutes later we were approaching the Park & Ride when Mark said, “Look at my tire!” He had forgotten about it and then realized that he wasn’t having to pump any harder than usual. It was full again.

I just came in from the garage, checking his tire so I could report accurately this morning. It’s still fully inflated. You can take the story from here.

From Cara: Magical Missing $50 Bill

On August 31st, I lost a $50 bill. You see, I was laid off my corporate job a few months ago and on this particular day I forgot to look at my vibrational reality. I knew that I needed to go grocery shopping and so I dipped into– what appeared to be – my dwindling stash of cash. All I saw was money going out, out, out and no money coming in and for a few moments I just stood there in a state of panic. Nevertheless, I reached in and hesitantly grabbed a $50 bill. My wallet was in my car, so my plan was to walk by my car on the way to the laundry room and place the cash inside my wallet so that I didn’t forget it when I went to the store.



So with a great big load of laundry in my arms and my $50 bill and car keys tucked into my bottom hand I started outside towards the laundry room. And dang-it-all, I passed by my car without even thinking to stop. Now I was too far, almost at the laundry room, so I decided to put the money in the car on the way back to my apartment. I remember setting the money down on the dryer and placing my keys on top so it wouldn’t blow away AND so I wouldn’t forget it LOL. So after the laundry was in the wash I walked straight back to my apartment. FORGOT to stop by my car. I went back to transfer the laundry into the dryer and then absentmindedly walked back to my apartment again. Retarded but true. After my clothes were dry I realized that the money was missing. CRAP! I looked in and around my car, in and around the laundry room and even shook my clothes when they came out of the dryer, hoping that a $50 bill would fall out. No such luck.



Right away I realized the money vanished because of my poverty consciousness. If I look at money disappearing and say “it’s disappearing!” then guess what, Einstein? It’s going to disappear!



So I started talking myself downstream and telling myself how prosperous I was, how sure I was that money was going to start flowing in to me again and I began to look at my vibrational reality, and remember that I was financially secure. I think I made the mental turn-around within about 10 seconds or so, so I was happy with that!



Then I started thinking “wouldn’t it be nice if” … I got my money back?! Then I played that scenario out in my head. How would it happen? Well, it was probably found by one of the tenants in my building. Then a pessimistic voice inside my head said “Right! Someone is really going to return money. Yeah, that’s likely!” but I continued on with my scenario. One way the finder could find the owner is to drop a note inside each tenant’s mail slot. Wouldn’t that be nice? But the note would have to be vague and say “I found something” because naturally if you say “I found $50” everyone is going to claim it. I was sure of only one thing. A man found it. That much I knew. In any case, I dismissed the whole idea. I made an effort to put it out of my mind completely because I knew that right now the topic of money was a slippery slope for me and nothing is more important than that I stay happy.



I reluctantly grabbed another $50 bill and drove to the grocery store. When I returned, I decided to go for a bike ride to the beach! It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and I had been wanting to go for a ride all morning but for some reason I kept putting it off. Suddenly though, I knew it was the perfect time and I raced out back to get my bike. I should mention that by this point I had deliberately been singing and carefully selecting happy thoughts and I was ELATED to be living in Venice and going to the beach! Definitely in the Vortex. I wheeled my bike out front and rode it a few yards before I saw this sign. It was staked in the ground right next to where my car had been parked in the morning. It said “I found ‘something’ here. If you lost ‘something’ here, call me at 310-555-5555. Tuesday, 10:30am.” I stopped, grinned, pulled my cell phone out and dialed the number. As I thought, it was a man. He told me where he lived and I rode straight to his house and had the money in my pocket within 5 minutes!



With any manifestation, the icing on the cake for me is getting to find out, and then revel in, how Law of Attraction orchestrates everything. It’s so exhilarating to know that LOA is ALWAYS at work and that my vibration was pure enough (meaning no resistance) that this guy was so strongly inspired to 1) find the owner of the money; 2) walk all the way home and create a double sided sign that specifically said “I found SOMETHING here”; 3) find 2 skewers and carefully tape them against both sides of the sign; 4) walk all the way back to my place and stake the sign into the ground; 5) walk all the way home again; 6) offer to drive over to my place and deliver the money to me (I rode to his house instead); 7) do all this with a great big smile on his face!



I LOVE that I got my money back !!! I can’t wait to collect all the other $50 bills in my vortex !!!

From Arita: New Tenant

A couple of weeks ago I found out that my tenants of two years were moving from my house in Nashville to Seattle. It is the phenomenal success of their new business that is relocating them, I am happy for them. Ahhh - time to get new tenants! I thought it, worried briefly about not having that income and then checked the market. Wow! It made sense for me to increase the rent by $200. That felt good. Then I forgot to do anything else about it.

Several days after I got back to LA I thought about the house again. I thought it would be fun to look over old photos for a refreshed posting on Craigslist. I had a great time putting together the photos, falling back in love with the place, realizing that having it as an optional home is such an expansive menu for me, and then writing the perfect description. Because Craigslist is being especially cautious about this sort of listing and making sure everyone is legit, it took a while longer to finish the process than I expected, but I didn't feel any urgency about the approaching end of the month or anything. I felt oddly and fully relaxed. How could there not be some one perfect person out there that would love my house as much as I do? I just knew there was.

Within seconds of its posting, I received an email from a young man asking "Is it still available?" He had been looking for a place for some time and liked it a lot. It was a little convoluted getting the current tenants and a friend and his manager all on the same page to see the house, and before it even happened, the young man called me back and said that he knew he wanted it, and what could he do to make that happen. He saw the ad at exactly the moment that I posted it. He said he had been looking for some time. My posting was at exactly the right time!

As it turns out, he is moving from Charlottesville, Va where my daughter is getting married 10/10/10, and where I have spent some time these past few months in preparation. I am a huge fan of his music (he is the lead singer for Parachute). The price was never even mentioned. His credit is flawless. His means are unlimited (like it is for all of us - and perhaps somewhat more apparent for him), and his move in date is flexible.

I didn't even have a chance to buy a "for sale" sign.
That was easy!

From Patricia: Comforter

I don't use a "creation box," but I've always kept various files filled with ideas for creative endeavors. One of my files is called "home decorating." In it, I place pictures of beautiful household items that I love and ultimately intend to purchase. I get these pictures from a variety of sources, including magazines.
A couple of weeks ago, while browsing through a "woman's" magazine, I read a story about actress Jane Seymour and the beautiful household items that her company sells.
One photo showed Jane sitting on a bed adorned with a gorgeous blue comforter. It's exactly the kind of comforter---bed spread that I've been wanting for a long time. Although Jane's blue comforter costs over $500, I tore the picture out of the magazine and happily placed it in my home decorating file.
Last week at the Salvation Army thrift store, I encountered the beautiful blue comforter that I saw in the magazine---and intended to buy. It was in perfect condition, the exact color I wanted, and it only cost $7.99.
I bought it, washed it and it's now on my bed, bringing a joyful and lovely blue glow to my bedroom. And it's very comfortable, too!