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Love and Acceptance: The next relationship — Blue Moon Willow Reiki

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So…we’re all trying to figure this love thing out and how it’s supposed to work. None of them are exactly the same at all. Well, except in the sense of heartache, drama, and pain. Some are more severe and traumatic than others leaving you scarred and never feeling quite the same. It either leaves you […]

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Search for the good — Blue Moon Willow Reiki

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Today, is Saturday and I’m going to be honest I’m sitting here wondering what I’m going to write about today. It finally hit me that I should say something about all the hidden things that people miss in their lives that are so wonderful. It is all to often that people pay so much attention […]

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Shelf of Self

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For some of us our kitchen cabinets are all neatly stocked and the shelves are completely full but, somehow we go into the store for one thing and come out with 20. Knowing, full well that our cabinets already have no room and suddenly it’s cluttered and overstocked. We find ourselves frustrated that we’ve managed to put ourselves through this once again.

Sometimes I like to think that our hearts are the same. When a cluttered and over stocked heart is full the hearts cabinet door needs to be de-cluttered and the shelf of self needs to find space. When we are stuck by the heart hinges conflict develops because we love the ones that we are going to have to let go in order to sacrifice for the love of self. Those that we choose to let go will get angry and won’t understand, and will have a negative viewpoint no matter how you try to put it. That was the reason you had to let them go in the first place right? Your heart was overstocked, and your self of shelf was losing support ready to lean. Naturally, everyone now thinks you’re the queen or king of mean.

There are so many of us who sacrifice oneself for the happiness of another when the focus of happiness should be on our own. We do so much for others when we often forget to do for ourselves not realizing that we can do both. But, For some of those that we love they can get selfish and rather have us DO, DO, DO for THEM, THEM, THEM, and that is sometimes, I think at least how we began to forget about ME, ME, ME AND I, I, I, AND LOVING OURSELVES.

Being afraid to de-clutter our hearts from those who hurt us that are supposed to support, love, and care about us and are family, friends, and those that claim they care. This doesn’t mean that you have to hate them it just means that you aren’t open to letting them hurt you anymore. It also means your door hinges are no longer stuck, your shelf of self is free and not leaning bringing smiles on your face and best of all your heart sits in your chest lighter than ever because you never felt so good and this they never understood…not until they de-clutter their own shelf of self…Only you can love YOU better than everybody else.

Poem of the day

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Since today’s quote is from Pablo Neruda I wanted to add one of his poems that caught my eye and I like it. Let me know what you think of it and the feeling you get from it. It makes me think of all the people we forget about after they are gone sad isn’t it huh?.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine