Why affirmations? Louise Hay likens them to seeds of intention – out of which will grow wonderful new things in your life.
“The soil you plant in is your subconscious mind. The seed is the new affirmation. The whole new experience is in this tiny seed. You water it with affirmations. You let the sunshine of positive thoughts beam on it. You weed the garden by pulling out the negative thoughts that come up. And when you first see the tiniest little evidence, you don’t stomp on it and say, “That’s not enough!” Instead, you look at this first breakthrough and exclaim with glee, “Oh boy! Here it comes! It’s working!” Then you watch it grow and become your desire in manifestation.”
“I allow the beauty of my being to express itself fully.”
How many times a day do you find yourself saying, “sorry?”
Does it come out your mouth automatically when you come face to face with someone unexpectedly?
Do you say it when someone else bumps into you?
Do you apologize simply for taking up space?
The thing is, words are powerful. They help shape our reality.
Let’s take a closer look at the word “sorry.”
The dictionary defines it as:
sor·ry särē,ˈsôrē/, adjective
feeling distress, especially through sympathy with someone else’s misfortune.
in a poor or pitiful state or condition.
Do you really want to identify with either of these sentiments?
Sure, if you really did harm someone, it’s appropriate to say “I’m sorry.”
But so many times, I hear people using it in situations where another word might be better used.
Next time you brush against someone in the supermarket, try saying “excuse me” instead. Notice the difference in how you feel when you do. It’s subtle, but empowering.
And as for the other definition, I do hear people applying it to themselves, probably without even realizing it.
Like the beautiful, sensitive young woman who stopped by my art fair booth at the Hiawatha Music Festival last weekend. I was still setting up, and after we had been chatting a few minutes I glanced towards my materials.
She immediately began to apologize profusely for taking up space and my time.
Actually, I had really been enjoying speaking with her, and was sorry to have to split my attention.
“Never, ever, apologize for being yourself,” I told her.
Because she truly is beautiful, and the world needs her – and people like her – to step into their power and start loving themselves.
When we start to love ourselves, that’s when we bring the most love into the world. And that is a powerful force for positive change.
So, what can you say instead of “sorry?”
Well, how about something like, “Oh, you look busy. Do you need some space? Should I come back later? Or (if it’s appropriate) is there anything I can do to help?”
Or, if you feel they do need space and may be too polite to say it, just thank the person for their time and move on.
No need to assume you’re unwelcome. Right? 🙂
So, as you go about your day today, pay attention to what comes out of your mouth. If you hear “sorry” a lot, think about whether that’s really the most appropriate word. And if it’s not, change it up. Over time, it’s a little thing that really does make a difference.
If you’re at all creative, intellectual, and/or spiritual, chances are you sometimes find yourself feeling a bit ungrounded.
As in, spacey.
Off in your own world.
Or just feeling disconnected or disoriented.
It’s ok to go trippy (in healthy ways, I mean.) But it’s important to stay connected to the earth, too. Grounding helps us integrate what we learn in those other regions with the physical world we live in, so that we can use those insights for the highest good.
Grounding isn’t just for creative times. It’s essential for demanding and busy times, too. Grounding connects us with the calming power of the earth, so we can successfully cope with the things we need to deal with.
Fortunately, getting down to earth doesn’t have to be a grave affair. There are lots of super fun activities that help also keep our feet on the ground. Here are a few of my favorites:
My daughter rolled her eyes. “If you say so,” she replied in perfectly rehearsed teenage deadpan. (I hoped the irony of my words was not lost on her; the phrase had passed her very lips many times over the previous two years as she emoted over her pet rats, usually accompanied by shoving one or both of the beady-eyed furballs in our faces.)
Thus began my composting redworm experiment last November. Cute or not, the little critters have been happily fornicating in my pantry ever since, in between consuming a respectable percentage of our family’s vegetative kitchen scraps. (Minus onion and orange peel, which apparently give them indigestion.)
Now six months later, the earthworms have been threatening to overflow their original bin. So, I designated today as Moving Day – time to start a new bin and move half the little darlings to their new home. A messy job, but somebody had to do it. Fortunately, as you can see from the photo, I love mud. (I also take a certain diabolical pleasure in anything that will cause teenage eyes to roll. Like making them take pictures of their mom and her crazy hobbies.)
Now all the little wormies are safely ensconced in their new (or renovated) homes, and my houseplants are enjoying a nourishing drink of worm tea. My kitchen floor is swept clean, and my daughter is speaking to me again.
Life is good.
(In case you missed my recent post about the spirit animal meaning of Earthworm, catch it here.)