The Vortex.

I love, love, love Abraham Hicks.

Did I say love? Allow me to say it again: love.

And yes, I think I did say the same thing about Lululemon … look, we Taurus’ happen to be very passionate when it comes to the things that we enjoy.

But I do promise to try to limit my love proclamations … though do know that when I reference something with the word “love”, I mean that in complete totality.

While I recognize it might not be everyone’s cup of tea {it being Abraham-Hicks}, it has, personally and enormously helped me — serving as an incredible source of guidance here in the physical.

It’s all about some Law Of Attraction up in here.

As I was heading to Target today, I passed by the cemetery … Gpa’s cemetery.

I found it baffling to think that one week today was the funeral and burial. One week already. Which will turn into one year before I know it.

Anyway, I found myself starting to crack. And very suddenly. The weather wasn’t helping matters either – rainy and gray and dark.

It set the tone for tears.

I took some deep breaths, and asked myself what there was to be so sad about?

And the answer hit me like hail on a rooftop: grandparents adore you in a way that no one else does.

You know what I mean? Hopefully?

Our grandparents are the ones who get to spoil us, tell us how wonderful and perfectly amazing we are, and then return us home.

Their whole job is to be the cheerleader of awe and joy in our lives.

This is something that I never took for granted about Gpa … he always made me feel like a billion dollars.

That everything I did was so brilliant … that I was miraculous.

It physically pains me to know I can’t hear him tell me about all my great qualities, or how beautiful he thinks my smile is. No one else in my life builds me up in this way and come on …

Who doesn’t want to hear someone tell them all of their great qualities?

As I was having this conversation with myself — please tell me that plenty of you out there carry on your own internal conversations while driving — if you don’t, just tell me you do anyway to make me feel like I’m not loco — I decided to spin the situation.

Instead of being sad for not having Gpa around, I thought of everything I could he’s added to my life and funny stories.

Very quickly I could feel the shift. The tears abated. I felt lighter … and hoped he was listening in …

And then. Bam. This truck comes out of nowhere from the left lane and cuts me off in the right lane.

I was about to say a nice f you but then was stunned silent with the Vortex staring at me.

Alright, so it is for Miller Lite … but like I’ve said before, I don’t judge when and how The Universe speaks to me.

The Vortex just happens to be one of Abraham-Hicks’ new books and sayings. One that I use a lot with Brother, particularly when he’s in a foul mood.

Yeah, I’m that annoying positive person, who when you want to just vent and be pissed and talk some shit, says untimely things like:

Let’s be happy! Turn this around. Focus on something you’re wanting, not something you don’t want!

I realize this can be extremely maddening to others, because I know how I like to sometimes bitch myself, but really, it’s never all that constructive.

So just what is this Vortex you ask?

The Vortex is that great, energetic, fun space you find yourself in. Where you’re not consumed with what isn’t or thinking ahead.

It’s the here and now.

Where all possibilities are possible and feeling good is the most important thing to attracting what we want.

 

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