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June 28, 2005

Party Ice Breaker - Ch-ching

I found a nickel on the floor at the supermarket yesterday under the gumball machines. I love hefty fat nickels. A fistful of nickels make me feel happy, and open to possibilities.

This made me think about a party ice breaker that was used at a gathering I attended when I was a junior in high school. This was really a gathering of people interested in the dramatic arts that a classmate in my drama class invited me to attend with him.

We had been asked to bring with us 4 coins (a penny, a nickel, a dime, and a quarter). Each of us were asked to hold the coins in our hands and silently consider for a few moments how we felt about money and specifically how we felt about each coin individually. That was interesting. Then we were told we would be allowed to keep only one of the coins, the other three were to be thrown into a jar that was to be used to help pay for the beverages our host had prepared for us.

I threw in my quarter, dime, and penny into the jar.... keeping the nickel for myself.

Then we were asked in turn to explain why we kept the one coin.

My answer:

Quarters to me are for saving. My first allowance amounted to one quarter each week while I attended grade school. Along with the responsibility of having an allowance my parents taught me the importance of not spending all of it, I was asked to save as much as I could and to consider carefully what I spent it on. If I saved my quarters over several weeks I would have a significant amount to get something I really wanted with the total savings.

Pennies to me were also for saving because I had started a small penny collection.

Dimes to me are small and easily lost. I lost one on my walk to the gas station to buyt a bottle of cream soda one day as a child and never found it again. It had slipped through my fingers somehow. No cool drink for me that day.

I chose to keep the nickel because as a child I thought it was quite wonderous that two nickels held the same value as a dime (a coin that was smaller in size). Having two nickels meant more value to me then than a single dime. You could save one, and spend one.... plus I never lost a trusty nickel on my way to get a soda.

After everyone talked about why they chose their favorite coin we were then asked to give it away to another person in the group. That was hard..... who could I trust with my Trusty Nickel?

I thought it was an interesting game to play. It was fun to hear what others had to say about their coins. Can you remember earning your first dollar? Which coin would you choose as your favorite and why?

June 26, 2005

Sunday Afternoons

While growing up in Illinois my Sunday afternoons were dictated by family rules. Sunday was considered God's day, a day of rest. But also, Sunday was set apart from the rest of the week as a family day. We were not allowed to visit our friends or have the neighbor kids over. The day was intentioned as one the family would spend together.

On Sunday mornings my sister and I would eat our breakfast while dressed in our cotton slips so as not to spill food on our Sunday best dresses that would be worn over our undergarments for Sunday School. Mom would brush our hair, my eyes would water as she tugged at the snarls. Dad would tie the dress bows at the back of our waists while we stood as still as possible in black patent leather strapped shoes that pinched our toes. He would then place a quarter in each of our palms to take to Sunday school class for the offering.

After Sunday school class we would climb up the stairs from the church basement and congregate in the chapel for the Sunday sermon with our parents. The pews were hard to sit upon--no cushioned seats. In summertime, the sweat would pour off of our faces as we sang hymns while the minister's wife pounded away on the piano keys--no air conditioning. I could seldom keep my attention on the pastor's preachy words -- my mind often floating to far away places or choosing to mentally count the pine knots decorating the wooden walls to help the boredom pass more quickly.

Sunday dinner would consist of an overly-charred pot roast thanks to a long-winded minister that kept my mother away from home to pull it out of the oven before the natural juices had dried up--no crockpots in the sixties.

The afternoon was a quiet time. Dad would read the "funnies" often chortling out loud at the antics of Blondie or Marmaduke. He would also keep his eye on the television for ballgames. Mom would be sewing or reading her Family Circle and Woman's Day magazines. I would often spend the afteroon in my bedroom with my nose in a Nancy Drew novel, or reading pages from The World Book Encyclopdia. Later in the afternoon Dad might be persuaded to go outside and play a game of croquet or badmitton with my older sister and me. Or, we'd all climb into the Ford and go for a drive. We would cruise the different neighborhoods and look at the houses other people lived in. In the fall we would head out into the country to view the color changes on the landscapes.

Sunday night we usually attended the evening services at the church. After returning home my Dad would watch Bonanza on our black and white television. We didn't have supper on Sunday evening, this was the one meal each week that mom got a break from cooking. We would pop some popcorn or have a scoop of ice cream to tide us over until Monday morning breakfast.

June 18, 2005

Ant Lessons

I noticed a large black ant or maybe it was a rather large little black ant crawling on my bathroom window sill this morning. I assume this ant is a scout or merely lost since I see no others in sight. Ants and ant hills have always intrigued me. A colony of ants could grab my attention for quite a while when I was growing up. I would watch the army of ants labor a miniscule food scrap back to the mound, amazed by their determination. Ants are grand teachers of goal making. I suppose I would classify them as overachievers, or workaholics. In nature, they have certainly learned the art of survival. I recall having an ant funeral by sea with my playmates one afternoon. I had discovered a dead ant, so we laid it on a green leaf and set it afloat down the neigborhood creek after giving it a brief, but solemn eulogy. I still enjoy sitting in the grass and watching ants toil in the soil. I think ants could use a lesson in the art of relaxation.

June 14, 2005

Tattered and Torn Blue Jeans

I don't have a collector mentality, things don't make me happy. Well, let me clarify that statement. Sure, I like having things. It's fun to buy new things, surround myself with beautiful decor, and wear clothing that makes me feel good. However, having closets full of clothing and a house packed with trinkets doesn't make me necessarily happy.

For several years now I have used a simple rule that has helped me from accumulating junk and useless materials: One item in, one item out. I can't simply buy a new pair of shoes on a whim unless I'm willing to part ways with a favorite pair I already own.

This system really works well for me. Also, when we cling to things the Universe often views us as content with the status quo. New things have a difficult time finding their way into our lives when there is so much clutter blocking the pathways. I have a true story to share about my son when he was in college that demonstrates this idea very well.

While visiting my then college-aged son he told me that he really needed a new pair of blue jeans. He only had two pairs of jeans to his name. One was a decent enough pair, but the second pair had many tears it them and he felt embarrassed whenever he wore them. I then asked him why he continued to wear them if they truly embarrassed him. He gave me a non-verbal response--a shrug to his shoulders. I then explained to him that whenever he wore those torn jeans that he was signaling to the Universe that he was "okay" with wearing them--relaying the message that he didn't really need another pair. I suggested he get rid of them and that the Universe would somehow supply him with another pair that suited his needs better. He then "winked" at me.

About a week later he phoned me to tell me that he had tossed out that raggedy pair of blue jeans. Then, he went on to tell me that a couple of days afterwards when he was returning to his apartment after attending one of his classes that he found a pair of jeans laying in the front yard. This pair of jeans were almost new, freshly laundered, and also a perfect fit!

As it turned out, he lived two blocks from a laundromat and other students often walked past his apartment toting their laundry bags. Obviously, someone accidently dropped a pair of jeans from their pile of clean clothing on their walk back from the laundromat. Although, I don't think it was really an accident. The Universe must have felt that my son had a greater need for those jeans than whoever lost them.

My son then went on to tell me that when I had suggested that he toss out his old jeans that he had assumed that I would buy him a new pair to replace them. Well, we both had a good laugh about that.

Anyway, he learned a very important lesson about Universal Law that day. He lives a simple life with simple needs-- his closets are much more sparse than mine, and he's okay with that. All his needs are met.

Copyright © 2004 - Phylameana lila Désy

June 13, 2005

Itchy Palms

Although there is some scientific explanation as to why our palms can itch, my experience with itchy palms leans more toward superstition or intuition. I have learned that an itchy palm is an indicator of fortune coming my way. I can expect that money will find its way into my hands very soon, usually within 24 hours. An itchy palm will deliver me a check in the mail or actual cash handed over to me. The amount isn't always significant, sometimes when I'm expecting cash due to the familiar itching a penny will be found on the sidewalk when I go for a walk. A penny doesn't disappoint me because I understand the law of attraction.

We need to be open to abundance in all forms to assure that wealth continuously makes a pathway toward us. If you refuse a small blessing such as a shiney (or dirty) coin in the roadway because you can't be bothered to stoop down to pick it up, the universe takes note of it. You would be in essence sending out the message that you are not grateful for this gift. Next time when there is a loose hundred dollar bill floating around in the wind, it won't be landing at your feet. The universe will see to it that it will go to another person who is more "open to receiving."

June 12, 2005

Lakota Stone Medicine Wheel

The summer series Into The West played the first episode on Friday evening. It ran for two hours and was a bit slow, but that was to be expected for early character building. I was especially intrigued with the Lakota Stone Medicine Wheel. The photography depiction of the Medicine Wheel built by the character 'Loved By Buffalo' (Medicine Man in training who is showing empathic abilities) was beautiful. I don't know how authenic the story that unfolds through the summer will be - but I think I'll keep watching.

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