What happens when your day starts with a big Arrrggghhh? You know, the one that feels nothing like peaceful or serenity now or the universe has my back. The one where everything you start doesn’t get finished because each task leads to another and another…and another until you don’t remember where you started, only that you’ve ended up in a giant wormhole.
Can you tell I’ve been having one of these days? That I’ve spent all morning going from the phone to websites, to online verification codes back to phone texts into manila folders and files and then to email? Well, I have. Which is why I’m sitting here typing this now. And why I’d like to share is what happened in between the Arrrggghhh! and this moment: The transition period.
First came the build-up: The DOING. The THINKING. The FIGURING OUT. “I have to find it, I have to figure out what to do, I need to get more information, I wish I were more organized, I should know how to do this.” In other words, all the judgment that says I should be more, know more, and do more.
Fortunately, at some point during this process, Sherri Cortland’s email showed up with her Windows of Opportunity newsletter to remind me of all the goodness in the world, and I smiled. Then I received a touching email of validation from a coaching client who said I’d changed her life. Wow. I realized my shoulders had been up to my ears only when I felt them descend. Then I got up and moved away from my files and my desk and my thoughts.
Oh, for the therapy of washing dishes! What a lovely mindless, yet productive way to push the reset button. After the dishes, I cleaned a bathroom. While I was cleaning the bathroom I thought about my BFF since childhood who I haven’t seen in three years and who’s coming to visit tomorrow. Which made me think about how happy I am to have painted the room where she’ll be staying, and feeling how grateful I am to have such loving, long-lasting friendship. At which point, I dipped back into my files (computer and hard)…and still could not find what I was looking for.
I stopped again when I found I was cursing out loud. This time, I ate an apple (yummy, nice and crunchy). I watched a youtube video (a tarot reading that promised only good news). And then it hit me. All I needed to do was email one person who’d have exactly what I needed at her fingertips.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t know the feeling of the ah-ha moment that arrives when you’re in the shower or brushing your teeth or performing some other menial task because you’ve let that darn mind go for the moment and let in whatever needed to make itself known in the first place.
Walking my talk as a spiritual guide is paramount as I go about my daily life. What matters is the understanding that we never really get “there” because there is no “there.” There is only and ever the evolution of our conscious awareness, one day at a time…one moment to the next…one dish at a time.
We all know that inhalation cannot exist without exhalation. No matter how much air you take in to stay under water for a certain length of time, for example, you still have to come up for more eventually. It’s the natural course of things. It’s life.
So what happens when we apply this as a metaphor for the way we handle our feelings about abundance and money?
That’s right…money. Even the word goes against our spiritual natures. Is it okay to live a spiritual life and treasure abundance at the same time? Is it possible to feel about money the way we feel about something so seemingly opposed—something like love?
Picture yourself on a big ship, on the upper deck. You are watching as luggage is being loaded onto the ship, one steamer trunk, one suitcase, at a time. You watch it coming in, spotting your own luggage on its way, with a sense that all is right with the world because you, and everyone else on the ship, will have everything you need when you need it, or you will be able to find whatever you need aboard. You relax, your shoulders relax; you prepare to have a safe and joyous journey, and…exhale.
Your journey is indeed a pleasant one, one where everything is easy and you lack for nothing, and now it is time to return to your place of origin. As the ship docks, you disembark and join all the other passengers to wait for your luggage, the same luggage you boarded with, to return to you once again. You breathe in…and then breathe out…when, once again, it arrives at your feet, back where it belongs.
Luggage in…luggage out. No worries that there will be any fewer belongings than you packed when you left home. In fact, there may even be more, things you picked up along the way, gifts you will have in your possession only briefly, as you plan to share them with loved ones and friends. As you disembark, you know all is well in your universe.
This analogy is based on an experience I had while meditating about three years ago, and is the reason I started calling money “Love Energy Units,” or LEUs. In my meditation I was on an old-fashioned steamer ship, similar to the one above, watching as sailors carried trunk after trunk of coins and jewels up to the ship. I watched as they kept coming, on and on and on. The trunks came up, they were parked behind me, and then were carried off again without any hiccups in the flow, simply the infinitely ongoing receiving and letting go. There was no need to “keep” any of it because it kept coming in. No need to fear lack because it kept coming in. No reason that I had to believe it was “mine,” and no reason to hold onto it in case there wouldn’t be enough in the future because no matter how much I, or anyone else, shared, it would keep coming in, in an endless flow.
…Just like breath.
Breathe out; another breath automatically flows in.
Share your love energy; more love energy automatically flows in your direction.
In honor of the brining in the new year of 2022, feel the energy of abundance as a form of the ever-infinite flow of loving Source and your experience. It’s very possible that the way you experience abundance will forever be transformed.
Heidi Connolly, February 1, 2022
Author of The Gateway Café (Book 1 of the Vacationing Angel Series)
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