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Monday, July 27, 2015

One Blogger Said Not to Do This


"Don't get excited and show a picture of your first egg," A blogger crying in the wilderness advised.  I didn't, I photographed my first three eggs. Three eggs from my three little hens--all laid on the same day, Sunday July 26, 2015.

You may have heard/read my trauma/drama of getting three chicks last year and having one turn out to be a rooster.  A neighbor heard him and came to my door with blood in her eye. The rooster went to a good home. My wonderful rescue person called him  "A Wonder Rooster," for he got along with her already established barnyard ruler. 

And so I learned to sex baby chicks. Clearly the store had missed the mark on one of my first three. This year I got what I wanted--three hens. (My other two died of potato skin poisoning, but I decided to try again and never never never feed my new chickens potato peelings. In fact I don't think I have eaten any Russet potato skin since then, Red skins are okay.)

Oh, in case you are interested, sexing chickens is done with the wing feathers. 



  
And then back home






After I came down from the mountain I was inspired to blog and I began Grandmother Grey Wolf#. That sounded good to me, spiritual and all that. I realized, however, that I didn’t have anything to say. On top of that, spirituality is highly subjective. Everyone has their own ideas.  The concept is somewhat futile to discuss. Unless, of course, we agree. That’s fine. If we disagree, though, anger can be the result. And since we are thoughtful people, we do not want to beat each other over the head with an ideology.

People are good by nature. Put enough pressure on a person, though, and you get something else. I see people being on edge, quick to snap, quick to see the fault instead of the positive aspects.



It appears to me that the solution of being at peace with ourselves is to become sovereign individuals. That doesn’t mean to separate ourselves from others, it means as Abraham Maslow defined long ago—being #self-actualized. That way we are not fooled, dupted, controlled, and BS slides off us without leaving a trace.

Some call it being enlightened, but I don’t know what that means and it is too lofty a goal for me anyway.

We have learned enough to know that if we don’t make up your own minds someone will make it up for us.  Schools love to do that. Corporations, with few exceptions, take over from there. Think of applications for a job where they “screen you” to within an inch of your life, take fingerprints, personality tests, drug tests. Do they say,  “Hey, how are you doin’?  What do you like to do? How would you fit in with our company?”

We are scared spitless that we will muck up somehow, and being human, we often do. Don’t sweat it, try again. (Sorry if you killed that guy with brain surgery, or caused a rocket to blow up in space.”)

I am thinking more in terms of systems that become canonized and cause altruistic young people to become fed up with the ingrained system until eventually they give up in disgust. They lose. Corporations lose.

Let's create a different system--you hear of it once in awhile--like #Haagen Dazs. Choose the finest ingredients, and make good ice cream. Simple. Imagine.


This is so yummy I can't have it in my house too often.      You might like this for the  eye candy.

























Friday, July 17, 2015

The Secret I Promised

 If you want to slap Grandmother Grey Wolf on the back 
       to help spit up a fur ball click on:   
                 

                                       http://www.grandmothergreywolf.blogspot.com                                                     




Have you noticed that about everything you do is a Work in Process—life included?

And so has this blog been that, a work in process. Probably people wonder what in the hell I’m talking about in wishing on white horses. No matter. I’m still wishing, still believing in believing.

And I promised you "The secret to being rich beyond your wildest dreams.” That was before Peaches died and I got off the track. The eleven bags of subcutaneous fluid we did not use on Peaches will go to Sanctuary One, an animal rescue facility here in Oregon. It is the one that took our wonderful goats Orville and Wilbur. (I hear that Wilbur, the dark one, is in love.)




Psssst, About “The Secret.”

I trust you to use your common sense—remember that notebook where you wrote down your desires? Oh, you didn’t do it? Okay, but if you decide to do it, remember it’s for your eyes only. And if you ask for someone to be in your life, ask that it be for the highest good of both parties. You cannot ask for someone else, that is against spiritual law. You may ask, however, how that person fits into your life.

It is best to concentrate on your own life and let others take care of their own lives.

Yes, our subconscious mind connects us to the creative power of the Universe. It also connects us to every other being on the planet. It behooves us, therefore, to imagine our dreams as balloons filled with helium. When we share that dream, a little of the helium pssst leaks out.

Describe the kind of life you want.

Okay we have written out our desires. Remember not to say we want them, but write them in present tense. We have them.

After that we do not ignore our list, but we detach from it to let the Universe work out the details.

Remember that the good you are seeking is also seeking you.

The secret to success is to define the parameters of your desire, and then let the Forces of Creation do the work.

Friday, July 10, 2015

Grandmother Wolf here for Peaches


Sleeping while I'm driving



Now Bear is sleeping on me. 



Just saying "Hi. and you know what? I'm going to have something to say on www.dogblogbypeaches.blogspot.com, but first I have to get my bearings here on the other side. Right now I'm out in the forest playing with Bear."



Our little Peaches, our Pink Party Poodle for Peace aka Peachy Baby died in my arms last night.

She did good for a dog that had Addison's disease her entire life, and lived with us sticking her with a needle for the past year. Addisons is a condition, not really a disease. It's a fault in the adrenal glands.

This is the first time in 46 years that we have been dogless.

If you would like to read a new blog post, it would honor me if you would go to "How Wolves Change Rivers," Awesome.

http://www.grandmothergreywolf.blogspot.com

Love from Joyce

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

I Shall Go To The Mountain


“I don’t think we could manifest a train here,” I said to my daughter as we sat by a window at Chevy’s Mexican Restaurant in Del Mar California. “There is no train track here.”

Not a minute later a huge flat-bed truck stopped on the road and waited for the traffic light to change. A tan canvas tarp covered the back of the truck and clearly, printed in huge letters, and waiting for us to read it, was the word, “TRANE.”

We almost blew iced tea out our noses.

This morning I had a similar experience. I showed up for a seminar—on the brochure it said July 2-5. This was July 2. “The seminar begins tomorrow,” they said.

Was I disappointed? No. A few months ago I had dreamed of having a get-a-way , a writing retreat. And there it was presented to me—a day alone, away from home. I had a private retreat in my Motel room.

Before driving back to my room I walked down the street of the quaint town of Mt. Shasta City, CA. where the mountain that is Mt Shasta hangs behind the city like a movie set backdrop, its size filling three-quarters of the visible sky. And this being July, its once white cloak of snow is now a shredded Tee-shirt. In town early morning vendors were setting up a street fair, and so after surveying their wares, I wandered into a shop where a book grabbed me.  I’m Rich Beyond  My Wildest Dreams “I am. I am. I am,” by Thomas L. Pauley and Penelope J. Pauley.

Now who could resist that title?

I bought the book, went back to my room and there sitting alone with the outside air 100 degrees, and my room cool as that mountain stream that runs off Mr. Shasta,  Pauley told me that once he was convinced that he could do anything he set his mind to do. “But why,” he asked, “have I gone bankrupt two times?”

Something was missing, he said. He believed he had the missing piece, and he was offering it to me. “First, he said, “get yourself a 79 cent notebook." I had a 19 cent one, so I was already 60 cents ahead.  "Now make sure you have privacy and time—at least an hour to complete the next chapter."

I had the privacy and the time.

Write at the top of your page

“All this by Divine Right, Divine Inspiration, Divine Intervention, Divine Timing and with Good for all concerned.”

Now write a list of what you want.

But don’t “Want” it. Own it. Write it as though you have it already. We don’t want our little universe genie to think we only want something. (He’s so literal he will focus on the want not the have.) We want him to know we are serious about having it.

Write on only one side of the page. (Leave room for growth.)

Skip a line between the items on your list. (Tell the Universe we believe in abundance.) Besides I have a sneaking suspicion Pauley wants us to add more later.
Now make your list.

Example:
1.     I have a beautiful new car or a like-new car.

2.     more

3.     more

At the end of my list my brain was sparking, and so let’s you and I take a break. I will get back to you…it won’t be long, I promise. There is plenty where this came from, and I haven’t even begun the seminar yet.

I know I am not telling you anything you don’t already know, but having it spelled out is such a kick, I had to do it.

To our mutual success.

Ta Da,
Joyce

Next installment: “The Secret Ingredient”

P.S. Ok, I'm cockoo. I know it, but I have begun another blog. It was formerly "Where Tigers Belch," now it is Grandmother Grey Wolf. It will focus on the spiritual side of life,  Come join the pack--we will dance with the wolves.