Archive for May, 2021
Memorial Day 2021
…a day set aside to honor our nation’s heroes. And this year feels extra important as we acknowledge the countless, selfless first responders and essential workers who paid the ultimate price defending against an invisible enemy.
I invite you to take a few moments, perhaps a few moments of silence to honor all of our heroes.
Blessings!
Subconscious
I was reading an article by Carolyn Cole LCPC, LMFT, NCC in the Highly Sensitive Refuge May 3, 2021 newsletter, when this sentence lit up my whole attention.
The subconscious mind is “…the part of you responsible for holding onto emotions, core beliefs and your patterns.” And research “…shows that the subconscious mind guides 90% of daily life.”
So, the smart, logical, analytical and reasonable part of me isn’t really in charge as I always imagined. All of my decisions originate in my emotional brain…in my subconscious.
The article itself drew my attention as the topic inspired some great conversation the week before with a couple of family members.
How Toxic Generational Patterns Affect HSPs (and What You Can Do to Break Them) is very well done. And in my estimation gives clear examples of how this happens, and also gives excellent guidelines for breaking these toxic patterns.
“Our thoughts are mainly controlled by our subconscious, which is largely formed by the age of 6, and you cannot change the subconscious mind by thinking about it. That’s why the power of positive thinking will not work for most people. The subconscious mind is like a tape player. Until you change the tape, it will not change.” ~Bruce Lipton
“Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.” ~Robert Collier
“Values cannot be changed through reason, only through experience.” ~Mark Manson
This week I invite you to do an inventory. Check out your Thinking Brain and your Emotional Brain. Are they working together as a team?
Blessings!
Envy
Envy is a reflection of low self-esteem. The desire to have what someone else has, or more often, to be what someone else is.
When the journey to the authentic self is achieving positive results, thoughts and behaviors, thinking and acting, reflect self-confidence. Envy substantially disappears.
Gloating over a friend or co-workers errors and failures originates from feelings of inadequacy. It is a close relative of envy.
“When men are full of envy they disparage everything, whether it be good or bad.” ~Tacitus
Jealousy is a cousin of envy. Envy wants what others have, jealously fears losing something you have.
Making the effort to listen to our envy can be very profitable for personal growth, and inner peace.
It can be message informing us of a desire we have. For example, we envy the creative ability of a good friend. This envy may be strongly reflecting our own desire to be creative, thus encouraging us to explore creative abilities.
“Carrying envy makes life more difficult.” ~Kym Whitney
Consuming envy is very destructive (as is consuming jealousy); robbing us of health, well-being, personal fulfillment and happiness.
“Envy is an insult to one self.” ~ Yevgeny Yevtushenko
It is highly unlikely for envy to to fill our unmet needs. Self-examination is invaluable in determining if what you envy is something you really desire.
Envy reinforces our feelings of being ‘less than’ and moves us far away from feelings of gratitude, success and appreciation of what we have and who we are. Stealing joy and accomplishment from our daily life.
We can only be in one moment at a time. You choose how you want to spend these precious moments.
Blessings!
The Journey
A dear friend recently shared this poem by Mary Oliver with me.
It is a beautiful message about leaving darkness and negativity behind and making the journey to our authentic self.
The Journey
by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and
began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to
do,
though the wind pried
with all its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little
as you left their voice behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and
deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life that you could
save.
Blessings!