A Certain Sort of Crazy

My previous blog called my meditation muse, Mark Warner, “my kind of crazy.” He is crazy, crazy successful at believing in himself despite it taking 4 years to prove his statements of intent were indeed the makings of future accomplishments. It’s been 1,599 days since I started to manifest millions. And I’m not a dollar or even a dime closer […]

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Why Manifesting is Like Giving Birth

The Universe knows when the time is right. Birth moms can appreciate the patience required with unknown timing.  I remember when I was expecting my first, and each day of the last 2 weeks of pregnancy was filled with anxious anticipation of not knowing when he/she would arrive. Would it be today? Would it be next week? Or did I […]

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Sustaining Faith in the Inbetween

When manifesting a goal, one transformative and what you may define as “big” (though the Universe has no gauge of big or small) it can be hard to sustain faith when you don’t see progress. After all, for most, seeing is believing. It’s easy to believe it after you’ve seen it. But the truth of manifesting is that you need […]

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The Thing about Receiving…

I’m just back from a joy-filled, heart-warming visit with my Mom. We played in a golf tournament, which really just gave me a semi-valid excuse to hop on a plane to go spend time with her. While the golfing was fun, the conversations and laughter shared we far more memorable. My previous post about being a Receiver came up, and I now […]

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Notice Others to Notice Change

Gratitude is my Love Language

I just read an AMAZING book called The Hidden Messages in Water by Masaru Emoto. The power of words as evidenced by its effects on water is truly mind-blowing, and for me, life changing. I highly recommend that you read this short and simple book. Today though, I want to focus on an experiment that the author does with standing rice. Using […]

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Lessons Learned from the Grave

Little Girl on a Horse

My dad died of brain cancer when I was 18. He was but 41 years young. My sister and I laugh because he didn’t want to age, as in look old. And so he didn’t. A few days after my dad died, I vividly remember talking to him one night alone in my bedroom. I told him out loud (to be certain his […]

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