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Simply Authentic...Your Soul Voice is Calling. In the Flow of Now

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In the Flow of Now It’s not all bad when you get the message from your IVIN (Inner Voice/Intuitive Nature) saying to lay low, be patient and present, not forge ahead in a big way right now – and you actually listen to it. I mean my IVIN, of course, and I’m the one listening. For now it means these specific things: 1) Do more yoga and enjoy my Godwalks even more than I normally do.  2) Audition for a play, just for fun. 3) Take a three session on-line marketing class, to look at what I might want to do differently.  4) Understand how much I’ve come to detest doing laundry. It’s true. I’ve suddenly lost patience with the whole process of folding and putting away my clean clothes. I asked George recently, “How much will it set me back for you to do my laundry, twice a week, every week, for the rest of my life?”  As I recall, the response was,” Baby, I don’t even like doing my own laundry all that much. But thanks for the – interesting – idea.” I don’t do wrinkles in my clothes. I don’t do ironing. I’m not interested in a laundry service. I haven’t figured out, just yet, how to put more joy into the laundry process. For now I’m doing it as fast as I can while I grumble. I’ll keep you posted. Marketing has always been the toughest part of being a business owner for me. Slowly, I’m learning to think about marketing differently. This go-round (as opposed to 15 years ago), I’m reflecting not only on how to get the message out, but how I can help the most people and package my products and services in a way that best serves them. I’ve got the goods and I know it. I’ve learned how to navigate difficult transitions, expand and grow, and show others how to do the same. It’s a remarkable feeling. I didn’t have the same confidence and skill-set when I was running Wishweavers in the early 2000’s. I auditioned for The Best Christmas Pageant Ever at the Lakewood Theatre. I was in this play, as Mrs. Slocum – same venue, different director – in 2008. I was more nervous at Saturday auditions than I anticipated. When you don’t audition often, nerves tend to set in. Yet I knew I read well. So well, in fact, the director invited me to call-backs the following Monday evening, where I read for…only…the lead. Grace Bradley is her name. Mother. (The lead role, not the director; his name is Ben.) I was shocked. I had planned to read for one of the church ladies, not the lead role! But the director had me read for Mother, along with two other highly qualified women. And then I was dismissed, and went home, and waited. And waited. It seemed like I waited forever (such is the life of an actor) but it was only two days before the cast list arrived…with me cast as Mrs. Clark. Celebration, right, you may think? Not so much. It was a much smaller part than I had last time. I was super bummed. Emotional. Crying. It took me a couple of days to recover, although I did opt to accept the part. I woke up on Friday morning and remembered God/Spirit/Universe/Divine Intelligence has a much higher plan than I can imagine from my limited perspective. When I shared this with my Wish-weaving partner, Tatiana, she reminded me how many disappointments are in retrospect great gifts. I know this to be the case. And here is one great bonus to having such a small part: I was off book (lines memorized if not quite 100% internalized) before the first rehearsal! “I just can’t Edna. I’ve got company all Christmas week…how about Grace?” Finally, I invite you to review my 8/17/15 blog post – Being Present: How I Met a Horse on a Godwalk. Just type “how I met a horse” into the search line and it will take you there. On a recent Sunday Godwalk, I met the woman who owns the pasture where those horses reside. This was completely, utterly random; one of those things you cannot plan. I typically walk rather quickly. That day, I crossed paths with an older woman with a walking stick in each hand and an old, limping dog by her side. They drew me in. I approached the dog (Mackenzie) and put out my hand to sniff, which led to petting and conversation. My pace slowed by 85% as the woman and I fell into a chat like we were old friends. We walked together to her back yard, where Bea shared the view of Mt. Hood from the other side of the pasture where “my” special horses live. She told me about the family of the horses: a woman named Nancy and her daughter and husband, who rent the pasture. I also found out the “mare” I had fallen in love with is actually a gelding named Storm.

I mentioned in parting I would love to keep in touch, but I didn’t have business cards or anything on me – Bea suggested I leave one in her mailbox the next time I was in the area. I didn’t wait that long. I was so struck by the “coincidence” of meeting the woman who owned the property where the horses I keep visiting live, that I wrote her a letter the following day and stuck it in the mail along with a copy of my 8/17/15 blog post. Nancy called me from Bea’s house the day my letter arrived in Bea’s mailbox. They were both deeply touched by what I had written and how much visiting Storm and the other horses has positively impacted my life. And they didn’t mind one bit I’d been sneaking their horses treats! We have a coffee date planned for a Friday morning in November. And I’ll probably have a chance to go horseback riding before long, too! I may only have a line or two, but I’m in a show again, and that is fun. I’m getting some new business ideas, dreaming bigger than ever. Learning more about my likes and dislikes. And I met two new friends. Good things can come from being in the flow of now. Authentically Yours, Laura

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