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DECEMBER
I open the door. The gorgeous guest
from afar sweeps in. In her hands are
her gifts the gifts of hours and far-seeing
moments, the gift of mornings and evenings,
the gift of spring and summer, the gift
of autumn and winter. She must have searched
the heavens for boons so rare.
December's gifts custom, ceremony, celebration, consecration come to us wrapped up, not in tissue and ribbons, but in cherished memories. This is the month of miracles. The oil that burns for eight days, the royal son born in a stable, the inexplicable return of... Continue reading » Light on the longest, darkest night of the year. Where there is Love, there are always miracles. And where there are miracles, there is great joy. Gratefully we weave the golden thread of the sixth principle of Joy into our tapestry of contentment. At last we embrace the miracle of authenticity, changing forever how we view ourselves. Our daily round. Our dreams. Our destinies. Days we once called common, we now call holy.

• On 2 December 2011, 07:03
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Acres of Diamonds
Your diamonds are not in far distant mountains or in yonder seas; they are in your own backyard, if you but dig for them.
Few motivational talks have influenced or inspired as many people as the famous Victorian lecture that was known as "Acres of Diamonds." Russell H. Conwell, a former newspaper correspondent and minister, delivered his speech more than six thousand times between 1877 and 1925. When it was published it became an immediate best seller and a classic in inspirational literature.
The story Conwell told... Continue reading » in his lecture had enormous appeal. It recounted the life of a Persian farmer named Ali Hafed who sold his farm and left his family to travel the world in search of wealth. He looked everywhere but he could not ind the diamonds he lusted after. Finally, alone and in despair as a homeless pauper, he ended his own life. His search for riches had consumed him. In the meantime, the man who bought the land from Hafed was grateful for every blade of grass that was now his and lavished love and hard work on his farm. At night, surrounded by his family and eating the fruits of his labor, he was a contented man. Finally one day he made a remarkable discovery. In the backyard that Ali Hafed had abandoned was a diamond mine literally an acre of diamonds. The simple farmer became wealthy beyond his wildest dreams.
Conwell used this parable to illustrate an extraordinary and wonderful message: within each of us lies a wellspring of abundance and the seeds of opportunity. For each of us there is a deeply personal dream waiting to be discovered and fulfilled. When we cherish our dream and then invest love, creative energy, perseverance, and passion in ourselves, we will achieve an authentic success.
Where is your acre of diamonds? If you could do anything in the world, what would it be? Yes, that very thing right now that you believe is impossible! Would you open a store, nurture a family, design a dress, write a screenplay? Or write a song? Or phone a lost friend & tell her about your books?
We all have an acre of diamonds waiting to be discovered, cherished, and mined. We all have a place from where to begin. Let your imagination soar, for it is your soul's blueprint for success. On the simple path you will discover that your own opportunity for personal success, authentic happiness, and financial serenity is as close as your own backyard.

• On 2 December 2011, 06:50
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Letting Go of Limiting Illusions
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with deep sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
For some of us the thought of trusting a power outside ourselves to help make our dreams come true is definitely a threatening concept, especially if we're used to being in CONTROL or rather, used to the illusion of being in CONTROL.
Many more of us go through life trapped by another illusion: that an uncaring, capricious... Continue reading » fate determines our destiny. Shellshocked from some of the acutely miserable things that life throws our way, we are deeply afraid to believe that a loving, generous Creative Force supports our endeavors. We are afraid to trust that the same Spirit that created the Universe probably knows how to help us write for the grant, get the promotion, go back to school, start our new business, find the new job. Like mirrors in a carnival fun house that distort appearances, what we see with our eyes is not real. We buy in to the illusion that external events possess the ultimate power to deny our dreams.
And we wonder why we're so unhappy?
Let go of limiting illusions that have held you back from knowing that just to be alive is a grand thing. suspend disbelief. Experiment with a loving, supportive Universe that embraces even skeptics. Today, be willing to believe that a companion Spirit is leading you every step of the way, and knows the next step.

• On 2 December 2011, 06:30
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Love on your page!

• On 1 December 2011, 11:02
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Compliments
Nowadays we are all of us so hard up that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments.
All women need more compliments in their lives. We need to give more of them to our families, friends, and strangers. We need to hear more of them, even if we have to give them to ourselves. But most of all, we need to bask in them.
In our heart of hearts, most of us feel that we deserve more compliments than we receive. But maybe one of the reasons we don't hear as many compliments as we'd like is because whenever one has our name on it, we... Continue reading » return it to the sender.
"Oh, this old thing?"
"I go it on sale."
"It's from a flea market."
"Do you really think so?"
"It was nothing."
Remember, if we send good things away or aren't open to receiving them, at some point the Universe may no longer bother with us. And who would blame it? No one enjoys hanging around an ingrate, and that's exactly what we are when we discount the marvelous about ourselves.
It's interesting that the first dictionary definition of a compliment is "an expression of esteem." Perhaps we have a difficult time accepting compliments because deep down we don't believe we deserve them. When we aren't willing to receive praise, it's because our self-esteem is flagging.
Today, be receptive. Start with the assumption that you're beautiful, dazzling, absolutely fabulous. Ask Spirit to reveal how gorgeous and brilliant you really are. Every time someone pays you a compliment, accept it as if an angel had just whispered Spirit's appreciation. Smile and say, "Thank you. How nice of you to notice." Become abundant with your compliments to others. We're all so fragile, especially when we put on a brave face. A sincere compliment can penetrate beneath even the most sophisticated masks to soothe troubled souls. The woman you think needs compliments the least is probably the one who needs them most.
Cultivate the habit of giving at least one compliment a day to another human being, as well as to yourself. You'll feel good when you do, and soon it will become one of your habits of being. Just as words can hurt, words can heal.

• On 22 November 2011, 01:40
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I posted some good information on my wall for you, so I hope it is helpful.

• On 17 November 2011, 11:41
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I sure look forward to Thanksgiving, it is a wonderful Freedom Day for all Americans; especially our brave heart soldiers.
True Thanksgiving
An open home, an open heart,
here grows a bountiful harvest.
The turkey is in the oven, filling the air with the fragrance of anticipation, and my heart is glad. The pies are cooling on the rack, overflowing with the fruits of the earth, and my heart is full. Conversation, companionship, and conviviality transfrom the rooms of this beloved home, and my heart is at peace.
Soon dear ones--family and... Continue reading » cherished friends--will gather at the table to rejoice in our bounty of blessings, and with us lift up their hearts in thansgiving. As the table is set, my heart gratefully remembers the legacy of love and tradition represented in the talismans of freshly laundered linens, sparkling crystal, and gleaming china. The silver shines, the candles glow, the flowers delight us with their beauty.
This is good. This is very good. Let us hold fast to this authentic moment of Freedom Day. Let us cherish this feeling of complete contentment. Let us rejoice and praise the Giver of all good. . There days of declining autumn created an inner season in which we could live in spiritual altitudes more nearly approaching ecstasy than at any other time of the year. Let us exult in our souls ecstatic accord.
Come, my thankful sisters, come. Offer grace for the bounty of goodness.
Raise the song of harvest home, the glass of good cheer, the heart overflowing with joy. We have so much for which to be thankful. So much about which to smile, so much to share. So much, that in this season of plenty, we can embrace the season of relinquishment. All we have is all we need.
O beloved Spirit, truly you have given us so much, an extravagance of riches. Give us, we pray, one thing more. The gift of grateful hearts. Hearts that will not forget what You have done.
Abraham Linclln/Republican, 1861-1865, The first president born outside of the original thirteen colonies & tallest president 6'4 October 3, 1863 Lincoln proclaims the last Thursday in November to be Thanksgiving Day.
Many Hugs Ev.

• On 12 November 2011, 19:56
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In Working Mother-In-Cheif Too! Thank you Ev for all of your kind tweets & emails. I am so glad that you found me.

• On 12 November 2011, 19:33
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NOVEMBER
All freezes again----
among the pines, winds
whispering a prayer.

November silently sneaks up on us, catching our sense by surpirse.
Suddenly, as the English poet Thomas Hood sullenly observed two centuries ago, there's "no shine, no butterflies, no bees no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds." Outside, sivery gray shafts reveal a familiar landscape stripped of pretense. Behind closed doors, glowing amber fires shed light upon the Real. Like a woman who has found her authenticity, Novermber's beauty radiates from within.
Many Blessings Ev!

• On 12 November 2011, 18:44
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