Last week I took a great walk around Occoneechee Mountain with Susan. We talked about manifesting, and how we can all do it. Like the time that Erin and were looking to move in together, but we couldn’t for the life of us find a house that we both agreed on and that we could afford. So we did a little manifestation ritual, writing a letter to a friend as though we’d already found the perfect house and describing it in detail. We didn’t send the letter, but kept it on our little buddha altar. Within a month, we’d found the perfect house, where we’re still living.
So I know I can do it, but most of the time, I forget. This week something small but cool happened to remind me of how we can manifest even little neat things in our lives.
It started when my purse died. The purse that I’ve had for nine years, that I love. Dang it! I hate purse shopping, because most purses for sale all have bling of some sort on them, or are too large, or have too many pockets, or blah blah blah blah blah. Continue reading