Your Manifestational Life Should Be Like A Maiden Voyage {Or Better Yet, The Eating Of An Icecream Cone}

Monday, September 14, 2020

I feel as if I'm a fish back in the water, which is wholeheartedly supreme. I felt quite ill yesterday, and it turned me rather right into creating a lovely metaphor post about our life's primary voyages and disembowelling the notion of enjoying the voyage. I'll not savour its delights for another day. I wanted to share it with you now.

A Feather In My Cap And Explanation Of My New Found Understanding

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

I am going to speak my heart, and if you understand this message is meant for you. A fortnight ago, I had fallen apart and began wailing on like a schoolgirl who couldn't make my dolls cooperate. Something happened; I felt such a lack of reason as I had begun to muddle my manifesting priorities. I had tried this and that, but oftentimes my desires were unyielded. It triggered apart of me no end. I'm never down for long, however, at that moment my plight to understand my frustrations on manifesting inconsistency gave way. I began tampering with ideas and techniques of such practises that I had used that did, in fact, work. I then began cutting the fat, so to speak on the processes that I knew weren't tools that increased my advantages of manifesting consistently.

An Artfully Confident Self~Concept And Why My Teachings Have Changed

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
How was your week? Jeffrey and I had a lovely weekend, which we always do. Firstly, we went to Tampa and picked out a massive amount of plants and trees for a huge landscaping job we'll be creating next week. And then Jeffrey and I went to my dear cousins and picked up our new little chicks. They are thriving, happy and healthy.

How To Manifest Like A Magical Mermaid

Monday, August 24, 2020

When I first began practising the law of attraction, I was like most landlocked folks. I would start seeing number sequences, manifesting lights in traffic turning green, seeing signs of three white Lexus cars in a row (it's random, but that's what I told the universe I wanted), birds, rainbows, heart-shaped rocks, and small amounts of money would show up, etc. However, after you begin manifesting those type of little things, those things become boring, and we are naturally inclined to want to start manifesting the more significant desires.

Why I'm Following My Heart And Creating My Very Own Series On Ye Olde YouTube Called" The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tales."

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

For me to tell you why I've decided to create this next adventure, I should have to explain the full story, which led to my decision.

Hold your hat; because several years ago, I was an avid viewer of the network Bravo channel. There was a reality show called "Southern Charm." From my understanding initially, the executive producer of that show is a lad named Whitney, and his mother is named Patricia.

The Art Of Connectivity And What Instagram Taught Me About My Vibration

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

As I lay in my sleeping room bed, all nestled in, something inside of me had shifted. I looked over at my beloved husband with salted tears, and said, "I've such a longing for connectivity with so many people, Jeffrey. I have a forlorn longing within my soul. I think I'm ready to forgive women as a whole, and men too. My heart is ready to soar sky-high." He kissed my forehead and said, "he loved me and that everyone that truly knows me can't help but love me." I thought that was so kind. 

Let Your Cork Float {My Mermaid Testament At Weeki Wachee Springs}

Wednesday, July 29, 2020
As I checked the tattered wooden clipboard and wrote down my name, I then slowly scanned the swim dock, more than 60 (mostly young) girls stood to wait with excitement. We were all trying out to be a Weeki Wachee Springs mermaid. This tryout would be my second time around, except this time I was 44 and not the young spritely 17 years old like I was over three decades prior.

Recreating The Bedroom At Hilltop Farm (The Beatrix Potter Way)

Tuesday, July 28, 2020
 I am tickled conch shell pink with excitement! Firstly that today is Beatrix Potter's Birthday, and secondly that I am bringing you this lovely idea of mine in which I am recreating Beatrix Potter's bedroom from Hilltop into my bedroom here at Carter's Cottage. 

That's The Pot Calling The Kettle, Black

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

{That's The Pot Calling The Kettle, Black: Something you say that means people should not criticise someone else for a fault that they have themselves.}

[Preface: I'm merely venting here and giving my subjective opinion, and there's no crime in that. Also, to preface, I no longer feel ill will towards this woman as I'm sure many adore her like mad and think she's a sheer delight, however, that was not my experience.]

An Open Letter To The CopyCats And Friend Poachers

Saturday, July 18, 2020

[I wrote this post most notably for a friend that reads my blog. It's been sitting in my drafts file for about four months, but I had someone reach out to me through email just last evening, and I decided to finish up and publish it. So I will attempt to blend it, however, invariably I wrote half the day it happened to me and the other half this morning.]

The Art Of Slow Living, A Ms Tittlemouse Rat Race, And Sawyers Birthday Celebration

Wednesday, July 8, 2020
[This was written on June 5, {where it was left in my draft file} Regardless, though, I felt inspired to post it. I hope you glean something from it.]

I've been spending my time in the slow living accomplishments of simplicity, which isn't unlike how I spend most all of my days.

The Art Of A Quarterboard And The Naming Of Homes {An Olde British Nautical Tradition}

Tuesday, July 7, 2020
I'm so happy to be back after a week of working on a big paint job. I'm not sure you had seen my stories last week on Instagram, but I'm finished now, and I realised something beautiful after having gotten that job. Yes, I realised once again, most assuredly that I don't like working for other people. As kind as they might be, it takes me away from my dreams of authoring my books, painting and working on The Carter Settlement. The money isn't worth it to me, regardless of how good the pay is, I'm now going to be saying no to all of them. I look at it like this; if it's not bringing my career forward, then I'm out. It's as simple as that.

The Victorian Prairie Bonnet And The Value Of Rest

Wednesday, July 1, 2020
I'm still convalescing. {Hey, even if I weren't on the mend I still spend a copious amount of time in bed.} I love my sleeping room, and I make no apologies for it. Do you like to sleep or lay in bed, to rest and relax? You can ask my mum I've loved sleep since birth. {And yes, if you're curious as to why I write like I'm British it's because I've spent these last two months immersed in my pronunciation course. And my teacher admonishes me to consistently write and speak British English which will create an exceptional accent.}

Faffing, Pottering And Plans For Our Victorian Workers Cottage Of 1851

Thursday, June 25, 2020
 Oh my! I have so many things to share. I've been busy as a bee. I've had an outpouring of little Women/Mermaidling bespoke painting orders, and in between painting and fine-tuning the manuscript of The Tale of Sawyer Lamb, I've been labouring on endless undertakings at the cottage. From cleaning the chicken coop and run to clearing out the old garden, and sewing some new work (1850's) dresses I've been quite active. Since becoming severely dehydrated, I've been convalescing. Whilst sitting in my bed, I took a gander at a few Instagram feeds from the explore page, and I rightfully cannot fathom how these youthful mums have the stamina and ability to churn out so much content. I even made a small mention to my mum yesterday while having tea, and she retorted with," Raquel, you used to be that hyperactive when you had your four small children too."

Rachel Hollis- Girl, You Should Apologize

Wednesday, June 17, 2020
[The day this news broke, I shared my heated feelings about it on my podcast. If you'd like to listen to that instead, here's the link. It's full of profanity, so If you have a visceral reaction to cursing, consider yourself warned. Writing is more suited for me; so I wanted to share my thoughts about this in written form, and now that I've cooled down a bit I was able to piece my words together like a normal human being. Hahaha.]

"The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it." 

I knew it! I saw this divorce coming several years ago. Everyone's New York Times best-selling author and Disney dad that everyone thought had the best marriage {except for me, apparently,} are yep, you guessed it, DIVORCING. All one would have to do is pay close attention to the added and amped up hugging, kissing photos, sweet talk, curated marital banter and fake pictures for social media to see this trainwreck coming head-on. Why do I know this so well, you ask? Because I also lived this type of marriage with my ex-husband. He was notorious for this type of behaviour. The caring about what the world thinks and sees. It's All Fake. And whereas, at this point in my life I don't have anger towards my ex-husband {well, maybe a smidge... smile...wink, wink} I feel it's necessary to be blatantly open and transparent with my readers. It's also a way of being truthful with myself, which is essential to my well being and expansion. Because, unlike Rachel Hollis, and my ex-husband, you aren't going to get the truth from them. They are going to give you what they want you to see. I'm honest with my readers, and even if that makes someone uncomfortable, I'm still going, to be honest. I'm not going to sugar coat a narrative for anyone. The emotional cost is too high, and I am damn sure not in the business of allowing myself to be silenced all for the sake of "thinking about others feelings." I have learned early on that mentality unequivocally does not work for me at all. Have you forgotten? I'm a redhead and a Pisces. Errr...

We can always look back and reflect on why some things trigger us, and others do not. Fakery has been in my craw for some time, and I'm sure it's still the residuals of my previous marriage. I'm moving past it, but I wanted to point out some variables in order to grow from this experience. Because you know me all too well and one thing I'm always doing is leaning in on what everything in life is here to do; which is to teach us and help us to grow; even when It's me becoming pissed off about some random lady in Texas that I don't know from Adam. 

I know some folks love and live for Rachel Hollis; however, I do not. Many of the women that follow Rachel noticeably have severe low self-worth issues, which is fine and dandy; I did in the past, but that's not where my agitation stems from with her. What's in my craw, is Rachel preys on the weak-minded women that have come from backgrounds where It's not socially moral to be a confident woman. Rachel's demographic is similar to her fathers' Pentecostal congregation, which is fueled by feelings of superiority and that notion of " lean on me, as I'm a much better and smarter person than you. And you need me to get to where it is that you're going" mentality. Here's what happens internally to these so-called fans. Women put too much importance on folks like Rachel by placing them on a pedestal which is detrimental to their self-worth. Women do not need a woman like Rachel Hollis to achieve what they desire. They need to turn that love onto themselves and believe that they also have the same level of importance. We ALL are a product of higher consciousness {God/Source} just like every human being in the world. No one stands superior to us. Noone does but guaranteed a lot of religious people believe they, in fact, do reign supreme over others. The reason for this is that most folks that act like they have all the self-worth and confidence in the world literally do not. People with the lowest self-esteem have this pretend confidence and amplify it by trying to appear 'better than' others. Where most folks "get off" by thinking or acting as If they are better and have all of life figured out are actually the ones that have the least figured out. You know the old adage, " Those who scream the loudest have the most to hide." If there are two things that I can't stand, It's hypocrisy and being inauthentic. I'm purely allergic! 

When we do get it all figured out, we'll be dead and gone from this earth life I guarantee you that. We are never getting it all done. Never. If we can see life like that, as never-ending and it's all a process that continually unfolds we will be much happier people. We don't have to have everything figured out, and that's the sheer beauty of it all. We didn't come to get it done, but the world would have us think otherwise.  

Whereas Rachel is liked and admired by many, she is like everyone else; and no better than anyone. It's about high time women start believing in their OWN power and abilities and stop thinking other women like Rachel Hollis are better and more knowledgeable than them. This world is full of powerful women.

I've got to be honest here. As I write this, and edit, I've lost nearly all of my steam for this post. So I'll end it here with the most significant takeaway that I learned from this news. Which is that I now know I am going to write much better and more prolific books than Rachel Hollis. My books are authentic and transparent. I'm not going to placate to an audience for the sheer desire of selling books. My books are honest and most importantly, laced with self-confidence and empowerment. My books are joyful and optimistic, not downtrodden, off-putting nor sewn with self-importance and inferiority. If that's what the world teaches us, It's to remember our very own power. To lean on ourselves and our own inner being and leave the rest. It also showed me where I stand vibrationally with my "so-called report card." I have grown massively from where I stood emotionally just a short time ago. Comparatively, I am growing by leaps and bounds, and truthfully that's what this whole earth life experience is for me, and that is to expand. And if I'm doling out advice, which you can take or leave should be your main life objective too. Trust yourself and make being happy your only intention. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

How I Use Beatrix Potter And Tasha Tudor's Philosophy To Manifest My Dreams

Thursday, June 4, 2020
"Life isn't long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. Despite all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is. Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think about what you would think. The wonder of it!"
— Tasha Tudor

Instagram Insincerity, A Follower Count Is All About Vibration

Saturday, May 30, 2020
[I originally wrote this post last year, and then yesterday, the president signed the executive order targeting social media and seeking to change the 230 section. Once in effect, the law will also limit all government funding and taxpayers money given to social media outlets. We may be seeing extreme changes concerning how the world looks at social media if even social media platforms stick around. We are now actually looking at it going away altogether. It'll be quite interesting, to see what happens admittedly.]

Home Is Where My Heart Is, And That Means No More Compromising

Thursday, May 28, 2020
A friend texted me yesterday and wanted to catch up. She asked me where I was now living, and I said with my folks. Yes, in what some have said is a one-horse, dead-end town. But, oh, how I disagree, and how much wish I could convince my dear friends that leaving their hometown is not the way to find the happiness they're seeking. We can't ever find happiness in things or places before we discover it within ourselves. I should know. I spent numerous years running (moving) from one place to another, believing that a different house, in a different town or state, was going to make me happy and never once did that occur. The most satisfying home I ever lived in besides the family home I'm in now was in Alabama.

May Days And Swimming Through Mothering Guilt

Friday, May 22, 2020
I had a massive inspired moment as if God precisely reached down and placed within my mind the ideas that were quite rapidly pinging as fast as I could type. I wish I could explain in detail what occurred with my authorship and the beautiful experiences that are springing forth in my life presently, but rather, I have no words. The best I might describe it is such as this: Have you ever felt this deep knowing and desire about something. Perhaps you've been moulding your dream into place for quite some time, and then there comes that moment one day, and it feels as though it has popped and you suddenly know with certainty your place and that all you'd hoped for you can see coming to be a reality? Precisely, that is what occurred at the weekend for me.

Cartering About And Mr Sir Barbaric's Zucchini Bread {The Beatrix Potter Way}

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

The Beatrix Potter Way!

Everyone should have a hero! Don't you agree? One that they look up to just well enough to inspire them to reach for the stars and their hearts desires. We all can find ways of discovering those lovely souls that inspire and expand one's way of thinking. That's precisely what Beatrix Potter does for me each day. I find each day that we are surely capable of finding our happy place? We find something that pleases the punch out of us and milk it for everything it's worth. That's also another way the law of attraction works and brings our desires to us tenfold. Everyone pretty much knows that if you find joy in something and you keep practising that thing that brings you joy, it grows and becomes more substantial and durable.

Remaining Steadfast Regardless Of Ridicule

Monday, May 11, 2020
Have you read this post yet? If not, read it first. Then come back to this one. It'll make better sense. Trust me.
Go ahead. I'll wait.

Okay, now I can get on.

Last night Jeffrey arrived home, and I was in the thick of my British English classes. He said rather smug," Oh golly, I didn't think you were so serious about learning British. What if you begin speaking so well and never talk like an American again?" In which I replied," Oh, that's most assuredly my expectation, angel! And gleefully excited with my best British accent, I replied:" Are you having a go at me, darling?"

Why Women Compete With Each Other {And It's Not What You Think}

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Why Women Are ’Caught Up’ In Competing With One Another

It was brought to my attention the other day when a well-meaning reader of my blog shared information with me about another blogger. She told me to check out the blogger's site to see if she was on target with what she was seeing; it looked very similar to the things I am presently doing in my business and life. (Might I augment, it's invariably some unsuspecting person that informs me of such things and not by seeking them out myself.) Even although I had no indication what she was talking about, curiosity got the better of me, so I slivered over to catch a peek.

Harvesting Mustard Greens, Sewing Tasha Tudor Work Dresses and Victorian Garden Planning

Friday, May 1, 2020

Did you know that you can freeze fresh vegetables and bring them out months later and they're as fresh as the day you picked them from the garden? It's quite right. When my darling children were young little sprites, and my time was restricted for venturing out to the village market, I'd buy all that we needed from the grocer, bring it home, divide it up and freeze it, (such things as meats, milk, dairy, fresh garden vegetables & fruits). As you know, being a mum of 4, tending a small farm and being a homemaker is much much labour. So anything to assist in bearing up daily laborious pursuits was quite welcomed. Last month I washed some collards and mustard greens. I had picked so many that I decided to freeze the remaining batches. On Monday I decided to make them in the crockpot. I also made some rice, baby lima beans and dog bread. It's nice to put something on to slow cook, especially if there's much garden work to be done for the day.

The Truth Behind Why Johnny Depp Joined Instagram {According To Me}

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

If you've read this blog long enough, I don't need to tell you I have a connection with Johnny Depp. {Now, hold up. That sounds like Stalkerville, and that's not what I meant. Let me back up and start again. I meant I know why I feel kindred emotions towards him. It doesn't run both ways, and I dont care that Johnny doesn't know me from a hole in the wall. I like him greatly, and now I understand why.} Would you like to hear the answer, because I finally figured it out? My momma and I were chatting about it yesterday, and I think It's because “he reminds me...of”, {Doc Holiday in Tombstone describing Johnny Ringo} as well as my son Sawyer.
A spirited being, often misunderstood, loves music more than anything, eccentric, has a rebellious free will, for the most part, doesn't care what others think of him and has a neverending need to try and fix/rescue women. {Those are not all of the reasons, but I’m attempting to keep this post under 2000 words. Err...} Now, I just rattled off many of the things I think he is, but like I said previously, I don't really know Johnny so I could be really wrong in my assumptions. {But, I bet I'm right on several of them. Shhh...}

Remember how many times I've said that I would always attract men that needed rescuing? I unconsciously did that many times because I longed to be saved. Make sense? It's mirroring, and every single person in the world does it.

I've heard all about the celebrities that have for many years ignored social media and have foregone joining. I suppose It's their attempt not to jump on the bandwagon of following the herd, so to speak. There's not many of them left that aren't on social media; I think for the most part a lot of them 'caved' under pressure, or maybe it was they felt FOMO {fear of missing out.} 

When I discovered last week that Johnny had joined Instagram, at long last, I was thinking back in February when I did another post about him, of how much I wish he were on some kind of social media. He's very ungetatable {yeah, that's a word, I just made it up}, but then again that is why I also like him, he's even more mysterious when he not attainable. Ya know? I like a mysterious lad. Now, all of this sounds very lust ridden with desires ripped from the pages of a romantic novel, but no, it's actually just a gal that likes a guy in the most brotherly sisterly kind of way. That's it folks—nothing to see here. Keep it movin’...

But back to the reason, in my opinion, that Johnny got an Instagram account. Besides, yes, there is a pandemic happening and where I think that may have something to do with it, I think It's a tiny thing to do with it. My suspicions tell me that he's been advised by someone on his team to get out ahead of the drama and his lawsuit against Amber Heard. While she's been out slandering and having a go at him every time we turn around, Johnny always stayed quiet. Until now. Because, well... he's a gentleman, but when dealing with a beast such as the one he's dealing with, this is a whole other animal, {and by animal I mean, we're not speaking of the sweet, docile elephants that Johnny so acutely loves}. He knows the lengths she will go to in an attempt to destroy him personally and professionally. He can no longer stay behind the scarlet velvet roped curtain and turn a blind eye because we all know how she's got a poker face. I have nothing against Amber; however, I have seen women like this many times. All signs point to her using Johnny for a come up. Like I always say, and something my momma taught me since childhood, " The cream always rises to the top, just give it a minute." 

I have a sneaking suspicion though that very soon we'll be saying, ”Here’s Johnny” and the colonel will come out of this clenching a ”Texas Holdem” flush! 

Attaboy, Johnny! 

Do you think Johnny joined Instagram because of the coronavirus like many are saying or for other reasons? I'm curious. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

During A Pandemic Of Any KInd, A Survival Safety Net Is Essential

Monday, April 27, 2020
I’m not going to say it's not difficult for many, many folks. Look, I’m not the one to judge how another is handling lockdown or this pandemic. But in comparison to having your child murdered, well, yeah, an epidemic isn’t much of a catastrophic event from my perspective. And no, I’m not going to refrain from saying I feel this way, neither. I'm bullish that way. Whereas, I read daily of bloggers apologising profusely about their feelings on the virus and where some are continually complaining about dumb shit. Yes, I will be the one to say it. DUMB SHIT.  The complaining I cannot tolerate, but that's just me. I refuse to complain, for no other reason than It sounds whiney and victim-like, and those two things I am not! But that's just me. I've already told you that I have a lack of empathy nowadays, and {that's my own set of issues, not anyone else's... so yeah, let's get on.}

Why I’m Learning To Speak With A British English Accent

Friday, April 24, 2020
Wanna hear something funny?

When I told Jeffrey I was learning to speak with a British English accent and that I was taking classes. His response was:

”Baby, aren’t you afraid that people are going to think you’re a bit bonkers, like when Britney Spears shaved her head and began using a British English accent?”

How To Dress Confidently Like Tasha Tudor {And The Truth Of Why More Women Don't Dress Old-Fashioned}

Monday, April 20, 2020

What makes a person considered an expert in a particular category? Or better yet, why do we listen to certain people about some subjects and consider others unfit to give their opinion, much less do what they suggest.

As young as I can remember, I have been different. In which, I have always dressed, acted, and found happiness in all things, regarded as' different' than other girls. In elementary and middle school, I dressed like Laura Ingall's Wilder. {I've made that clear about a billion times on this here ol' blog. I know. So save the eye-rolls, why don't cha. Err... Oh, God! Did that come off smart ass-ery, if so, I apologise? You know I didn't mean it that way. If anything I was letting you know I am fully aware I state the obvious and continuously repeat myself.} I had one friend say to me in 7th grade that If she were to give me a makeover, I would be sooo cute. {Does that mean even back then I was a weirdo? Possibly. Yes. Who are we kidding here?}

What I Love About Celebrity Blogs

Monday, April 13, 2020

Do you enjoy a good ol' fashioned personal blog from your favourite celebrity? I know I sure do.

Not only is the question of how much to share, but when is not sharing enough equally acceptable if you're a blogger/author? I used to ask myself this question periodically, as I've noticed some bloggers never really seem to have an impact on me, and I was finally able to pinpoint why. The blogger/ author is selective in what they share, which equates to me, only giving a portion of oneself. As an author myself, {this is strictly my opinion} I find other authors, that selectively open up will find it difficult to be popular long-term. Because when I'm invested in a blogger, and I see them gradually start to hold back on their viewpoints, after having shared much, or delete posts, I know full-well, their fear has resurfaced, and when that happens, I'm out.

Hunky-Dory At The Cottage

How was your easter? Ours was a delight, just as expected. I did have a mishap with my peasant bread. I killed my yeast, and I had to begin again. But I always say, it's okay that things like that happen, I know what I did to kill the yeast, so no high degree of harm was done. You simply start again.

A Cozy Victorian Easter At The Cottage And A Story About Getting Desires

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Are you having fun planning your Easter festivities?

Am I not an empty-nesting momma in need of diversion? Oh, indeed! What better way to divert than to plan my pleasurable celebrations just as in years past while my darlings we're ever-present.

April Showers At The Cottage, Little Women And Victorian Poultry

Wednesday, April 8, 2020
I thought today would be a lovely day to share with you a few things about my art.

{Because everyone wants to know that, right? {Smile} I'm going to pretend you were all cheering me on after that question like those animated cartoons with the humans in a stadium background with no faces. Ya know, cause baby has conversations with self, pretends to answer self after asking self questions. Don't blame me, I have no real physical friends since lockdown, and someone's got to be my quarantine guinea pigs. Lucky you. No really though. This IS MY life 24-7, I'm just saying it's because of COVID-19 so that you won't feel pity for me. Err... Welcome to my life.}

Friendships After Divorce: A Few Stayed, Most Swam Away

Monday, April 6, 2020
Last week I had a kind soul reach out to me that I had been quite friendly with during my years as a Mormon. This wasn’t in rare form, except for it’s been now over five years since my divorce was final. After all, this time has passed, I can count quite literally one person that never left my side during that time.

The Art of Procrastination {How To Get Things Done Effortlessly According To Abraham Hicks}

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

With the pandemic, I saw last week where folks were stating how much time they have now since isolation and surely with being quarantined; they'll make time for all of those projects they've been putting off since Lord knows how long.

The Art Of Escapism {4 Television Shows To Assist In Diversion From The Pandemic}

Saturday, March 28, 2020
Even though the world has gone on lockdown, watching mindless hours of television isn't a rarity, even for a pandemic.

I mean, television was created for entertainment; it was also designed to distract someone from the realities of life.

And right now, I think many folks need mindless hours of some good television to escape. Isn’t that what all humans are doing all day every day with recreational drugs, drinking, etc.? Yep, pretty much.

The Art Of A Focused Mindset {And How To Optimistically Swim Through The COVID-19}

Friday, March 20, 2020
[Disclaimer: I am going to continually use the means I possess for creating this blog with as much optimism as possible. You'll either vibe with me or swim off- because, well, those that are drowning in their sorrowful misery won't be able to hear a word I'm writing regardless. I'm writing this blog to stand in my truth that optimism is the way to live, irrespective of what others think. If you agree, let's have a go, shall we?]

This explanation of optimism will not apply to someone that has no understanding of universal laws. {That isn't meant to sound condescending, as if I'm somehow more intellectual than the average bear, but someone will invariably read it that way, and if it's you, my apologies in advance. Smile.}

It will surely hit some folks the wrong way: well, because like I stated here.

You know the old saying, ’you can't win for losing.’ Yeah, that. Because let's be truthful here, we are all different. We come from all sorts of situations and life experiences. So no one is going to understand you in the way you desire to be understood. It's not their job. The world is not here to feather our nest. The sooner one learns this, the better off they'll be. The problem is established when the world is on the brink of a breakdown. Do we think Sally from Louisville, Kentucky that writes a blog about positivity is going to change someone for the better that is down in the mouth about life and the COVID19? No. We all must listen to our inner being, and until that happens, we can read all the online magazines, or search Facebook groups till the everliving cows come home, and we aren't going to find solace. Solace comes from alignment. No. Where. Else. Alignment with our inner being. I could end this post now. However, you know me, and I'm going to try and drive this home until you're near the brink of disgust. Cause, ya know, that's my way.

Many folks that are fearful or upset about all that's happening is the most accurate external sign that they have habitually reached outward for the world or someone outside of themselves to solve their problems. If they could just talk to the right person, take the right medicine, read the right online blog post, find the perfect Facebook group, and have an excuse for why they are feeling the way they are they'll feel some sense of resolve. Yes, sometimes amid contrast Source will throw something our way, intending to wedge its way through the cracks and slide in a piece that WILL help ’said’ person to feel resolve. Our inner being has a way of working that out for us like that. Yay! For our inner beings! And yay because even when one might have thought I was going to advocate not reading that blog post that was negative. I am not. Why? Because Source is always leading and guiding us, no matter how much we may be pinched off in those areas of our lives that are resisting and pushing against self. That's all it is truthfully, is resistance conditioning of years and years of build-up and lack of belief in ourselves.
The reason I choose to live in the positive is that it's like this:

Pretend you're at a restaurant buffet bar. {And this is quite fitting because pretending is what we have to do right now.}

Now, where was I? 

Oh, yeah. 

There are all sorts of delicious foods to choose from, but you also see THE ONE food that you despise. Would you want to eat the good foods or select the one lousy food you hate and gobble it up? Of course, you’d choose the good one.

So why would you keep talking and talking about what you don't like about the COVID 19 and how it's causing you to feel? Habit, that's why. Practice and momentum of training the mind to see the bad instead of the good.

Don't worry; it'll get worse. Just keep talking about it. The universe is noninclusive; meaning you always get what you think about. Keep arguing for your limitations, and you’ll get them tenfold. The thoughts you think about, multiply. I'll see you on the positive side after all this dies down. I have no desire to discredit anyone when they are feeling like rubbage. I do, however, know that universal laws create momentum. Which means that if you start seeking out individuals to ’woe is me’ all over the place that momentum picks up and soon you'll find yourself in the pits of despair. Because the universe brings what your vibrating right to you. Haven't you ever noticed that when you feel like a heap of negativity that you find all those same types of folks? They start to collectively congregate in the same place. If you'd like to know where you're vibrating, take a look around and see what's manifesting in your surroundings. Is it negative? Are the folks around you negative? Then that means sweet Sally, ”YOU ARE NEGATIVE!”

I know it's distasteful yo hear, but it's the truth. No one wants to dwell in that kind of mind junk for days and nights on end. It makes a person feel awful. So why ask or question my motives for positivity? I want to spend my life feeling good, that's why.

If you're any sort of a book worm, such as myself (and even if you haven't been, you might start, beings that some folks are now quarantined), you've read at least a motivation quote or two from some spiritual guru somewhere, ”The power of mindset.”

This is a true statement, if you don't believe me, all you have to do is take a look around {I know, I know. I'm asking you to look around quite a bit here. Errr...} and see how many folks are panicking, with their anxiety issues shooting through the surface of the sun. In the moment of grave crisis that occurs in the world on this scale, no longer for the selected few, It has a way of shaking some new thought paradigms into a person.

There will always be people thriving and not thriving in times of contrast. Do you know why? It has nothing to do with outside circumstances, regardless of what those are. It has to do with a MINDSET! It's not any more complicated than that. It's all a personal mindset of how one chooses to focus their thoughts.
Here's an example. Think of the most famous person that had a positive mindset, Martha Stewart, for instance. Do you think she came out of prison after all she experienced; a more powerful creator? Yes, she did. She had a mindset behind that beautiful brain of hers. She lived in an optimistic attitude. She used the time in prison to teach. That's what all good teachers do, are they teach.

However, you can’t teach what you don’t know. And the only way to KNOW is to live it. To actually LIVE the experience. I’ve said it a million times in my blog posts. Experience teaches words do not. What does the world need right now? To be taught, through experience. All will come out the other end, hopefully with a better sense of life and a deeper knowledge of themselves.

A large portion of my learning came from leaving a marriage of 24 years, and my son's murder. My son's death has prepared me and continues to teach me every day. It also reminds me that tomorrow is not promised. At the end of the day, we all are here for a short amount of time, and we might do well to realise this notion. Furthermore, something like this will also teach folks most profoundly. In a way, that nothing else has been able to teach them.

I highly promote living the best life possible. That is what I’ve been doing these last five years (after discovering the law of attraction), and I plan to keep on doing it. Because whereas many folks are down in the mouth, I see the positive. I am not going to look at the negative. We can choose to see a situation wholly awful or want to see the possibilities. And like Emily Dickenson said many moons ago, “I dwell in possibility.”

I will come out thriving in this situation. You know why? Because I went into it with that mindset. If you or someone you know wants the answers to all of this, it’s to CHANGE THE MINDSET.

How do you change a mindset, you might ask? You begin with each experience by training your mind to think on every single thing; positively. At first, it’s not easy, but your mind is a muscle, and it can be trained like anything else. It gains strength. When a negative situation (contrast) arises, flip the scenario. Now find the positive and milk it to death. And before you know it, you’ll be on the path to positivity. I promise you.

You must also remember you’re a mighty creator. You have extraordinary power. You just have to believe it. Like when you were a small child, you would so easily believe things. Be like that. Believe my friend and the world will once again become your oyster.

No grit. No pearl.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

The Art Of Distraction

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

When in times of uncertainty it might appear to some that I am a wee bit silly to write about such things such as what I’ve been doing to improve the cottage for the foundation {The Carter Settlement}, what books I’m reading or how I’m finding joy while being at home. However, the power of focus is, well, ‘a powerful thing.’