August Moon: Manifesting

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Kat’s prompt today asks, “Who could help you in manifesting your dream life?” and “If the universe was prepared to send someone to help, who would you ask for?”

My first thought was “I don’t need any help. I’m doing this for myself.” I remembered the Rumi poem I saw the other day that said,

I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.

And while that is true, I let myself think about it a little longer and realized there’s help to be had. It looks like this:

  • A nice, kind publisher and editor. A team of people who get what I’m doing, love it, inspire and encourage me, help me to create beautiful things and get them out into the world. I love the stories of someone happily blogging away being approached by someone who says “hey, I work with this publishing house and we’ve been following your work, we love what you are doing — wanna write a book for us?”
  • A tribe of kindreds that support me and my work. People who love me, who inspire and encourage me, who will gently tell me the truth, who believe in what I’m doing and want to share it.
  • Kind and gentle readers. People who get what I’m doing, who need what I’m doing, who want what I’m doing, who I can inspire and encourage.
  • The love, patience, and support of my tiny family.

August Break: Bookshelf

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Bookshelf. I am a reader, a collector, a piler, a hoarder, a curator, a bibliophile. In my living room, there are three stuffed cases. In the spare room, a floor to ceiling built in along with a smaller one in the corner. In my office, there’s a smaller case and various piles. It looks like a mess, like chaos, but ask me where a specific book is and I could find it. It might look like madness but I have a method.

P.S. You can also see the feet of my four Holly Hobbie dolls on this shelf, one of the only toys I kept from when I was little. I had to hide them there because Ringo was convinced they were dog toys.