Think big
I have a plant that is to become a tree. It has outgrown its current pot. I know this because the leaves are turning brown at the edges and the new offshoots are not sustaining.
I must buy a new pot. The right pot. It must be able to hold everything this plant wants to become.
It is an ambitious plant.
Tomorrow?
I guess it is to be expected that there are days I just don’t give a hoot about manifesting a man. Today was one of them.
Giving
I finished Bill Clinton’s book called Giving today. Because of its approachable style and diverse profiles of generous people, it fueled my desire to find more ways to give in my life. And I read it at a time when I had already put some wheels in motion on that score.
It’s about time I paid more attention to the world.
My heart
My sister had a garage sale out in the Jersey ‘burbs today and the whole family converged. It was fun. The weather was great. We laughed a lot.
She was selling a heart-shaped pin that she had never worn. It caught my eye because I love heart-shaped jewelry and because it was silver and gold and looked very artsy. She told me to take it.
And so I did. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized the silver heart overlaying the gold one could be lifted to reveal a message:
My heart is a home for love.
The artist’s message, also something I didn’t notice until I read the cardboard piece later, explains that he acquired the materials for his jewelry by traveling the world as a modern-day sailor.
I can’t wait to wear it.
Rachael’s Big Idea
I caught Rachael Ray on Big Idea the other night. It was a really good interview. When host Donny Deutsch asked her about tips for success, one of them was to “work hard.” Not so illuminating, right? But then she qualified it. Some people work hard and complain all the time. Some just work hard.
Be the latter.
Autumn??
I’m attributing my feeling of lethargy all week to the oppressive humidity. I guess I’m really ready for fall weather, fall clothes, fall, fall, fall.
Bring me crisp air, apples, sweaters.
Pleeeeeeeeease.
The good life
When I started writing this particular blog, its original intent was to talk about spirituality Nancy-style. It grew to become a place where I’ve publicly been talking about manifesting a man, as I found that to be a natural extension or illustration of my spiritual style.
While that is still going strong, I must deviate from the man path today and write about the homeless man I talk to every day in Manhattan. James, who likes to talk about Jesus, handed me a booklet on Monday titled Apostle Paul’s Repentance. I am open enough to read these things despite not considering myself a Christian, so I turned it over to read the back cover and here’s what stopped me short:
We were separated from God because of sin. Subsequently, we had to wander in darkness, guilt, pain, and fear instead of relishing true satisfaction, happiness, and blessings of God.
I can’t say this emphatically enough — NO!!!!
It’s the exact opposite. What separates many Christians (not all, OK?) from relishing true satisfaction, happiness and blessings is the belief that we were born sinners and the fact that we were taught to live in darkness, guilt, pain and fear.
I knew immediately that I was going no further with the booklet. James asked me about it today and I was honest with him. He talked about Jesus saving my soul. I told him my soul didn’t need saving. I live a good life. He shook his head in dismay. He doesn’t think that’s enough.
I do.
Shoe fairy
Now this must be a fun thing to do when you have money:
Renee Zellweger has a big heart. Wendy Faracino, a Bobbi Brown makeup artist at Saks Fifth Avenue in Southampton, was on her break and looking at a pair of Manolo Blahniks when Zellweger strolled up and the two began talking about shoes. Barely 15 minutes after she went back to work, Faracino was approached by the shoe department’s manager with a gift-wrapped box. “These are compliments of Renee Zellweger. She wanted you to have them,” he said. Inside were the Manolos she’s been admiring.
–Page Six, New York Post
Rich
A client did a quick reading of my tarot cards this evening. The main card I drew was the Wheel of Fortune. Oh yeah.
What struck me as interesting was the reading that accompanied the card because it said to “stop cutting yourself into chunks.” That resonates with me so much. My life has become very compartmentalized and I’ve just begun to work on integrating it more.
That means work, relationships, spirit — all of it. What’s the alternative? Do I really want to squeeze a relationship into my spare time? Uh, no. Not a formula for success, methinks.
I’m all over that Wheel of Fortune. I’m surrounded by richness.
Blahhhhhh
Last night I cancelled dinner plans and plopped on my couch. Low grade headache, nausea. Very nice. Attractive, too.
Can you say, man repellent?
Thank God for ginger ale.
