365 Lessons-Lesson 46: Dreams Really Do Come True and Those Who are Living Their Dreams are Clearing a Path for YOU!

You've heard it in Pinocchio, "When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true." Fantasy, fairy land nonsense, right? WRONG! This morning Laura Munson, the woman who wrote the article Those Aren't Fighting Words Dear, http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/02/fashion/02love.html , which sent the comments section of the column Modern Love in the New York Times into a "frenzy," reached out and contacted me via a friend of a friend of a friend. She sent me a long e-mail which eventually led to a long conversation on the phone this morning. After writing 14 unpublished novels and a number of unpublished articles over the course of 20 years, she finally got her break from this article. Her book, which is a available for pre-order, is This is Not the Story You Think it Is: An Unlikely Season of Happiness

I couldn't help but feel my heart sink a little. While it's great to hear the wonderful things happening in the world to so many people, it's human nature to think, "Why hasn't that happened to me?" I also submitted to Modern Love at the advice of my editor, but got a form-letter response telling me that they could not use my article at this time.

All my life I've heard people say words like get real, get a real job, get a real life, get with the program, stop living in your dreams...society feels more comfortable with these words for some reason. Who made it this way? Why do we succumb to the status quo? Every single person we admire in this world, we admire because they lived their dreams...their dreams came true. So what the h*** are we doing? Why do give in..and give up? Why do we let it all go? Why don't we persevere? Why is it that only a few people out there really "make it" or really do have their dreams come true?


I came to realize that we all, individually, call the shots in our life. We decide, no one else does. What you believe is what you choose to believe. PERIOD.

After talking to Laura on the phone this morning, my sinking feeling left me. Laura now seemed like a beacon of light or someone clearing the path for others to live their own dreams. I realized that after years of hard labor, Laura's one-pointed focus and belief in what she was doing paid off. When we see the success of others, we often think that all they had to do to get there was tap their heals together like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz and say, "There's no place like home" and Voila, that's it! Not exactly.

My mind shifted even more after realizing that, on the phone this morning, Laura felt like someone I knew all along...someone who was a bit further down the path, but was there to assure me to keep walking; that it was worth the effort.

Lately I feel so fortunate to be connected to SOOO many people who feel this way. Just today a new author on Writers Rising, Angelguided, wrote a piece called Miracles . I couldn't help but feel how timely this was after talking to Laura this morning. I feel like a huge wave or shift is happening. The more we decide to go with our intuition, this force, the more it clears the path for others to go with it too. It's incredible! It's not the work of one person, I honestly and truly believe it is collective. How can you not help but want to get on the boat?

"I'm ALL in," as my husband says, how about you???

MIRACLES

I have learnt an important lesson over the past few days. When you want something to happen and you are pushing and going against the grain, nothing comes your way.

When you release expectation and get into the flow, miracles can happen. You may not even realize it as a miracle, depending on what your perceptions are of miracles.

Miracles can be those amazing situations where through all adversity a positive outcome so amazing happens, which leads you to believe it can only be created by God.

Miracles happen all the time and we pass them by as just a coincidence, or imagination because they are not big or amazing enough to be classed as a miracle.

Notice the miracles around you, start with the dawning of a new day and the sunset at the end of the day. The snow drops, the dew, the wind and the rain. Why do we not see these as miracles?

When my mood dips and I feel alone I do not notice what is around me. The snow is a nuisance, the rain is just wet and the wind messes my hair. I don't care much for the sunrise, other than it is another day dawning full of the same problems. I gladly wait for the sunset as it signals the end of another 'terrible' day.

Amongst all this low feelings something happens. You may not notice it at first, because you are so wrapped up in feeling terrible. Then out of the blue, you receive the e-mail you were waiting for or a friend or even someone on T.V. says something that pulls at your heart strings which stirs something wonderful inside.

You may not correlate the feeling with what was said at first, your friend may not have been consciously aware of it either, but what has just happened is a miracle. A moment in time when you feel connected and not alone.

Of course, this may not be enough to get you out of your low mood, but it may help you to notice all the other miracles around you. You may notice the hues of the sunrise, the beauty of each snowflake, the freshness of the wind.

Miracles are normal occurrences, just because we don't notice them doesn't mean they are not happening!

(This post is found on my blog angelguided)

Introducing...S. Dawn Sievers & Healing Morning

Hello to all my fellow Writers Rising!  My name is Dawn and I am the author of Healing Morning blog, which is my everyday approach to spirituality.  I write about topics that capture my imagination, touch my heart, make me ponder deeply and most importantly inspire me to write.  (Btw, my apologies for the fuzzy quality of the attached photo - I'm working on getting some new photos done and will tweak that in the near future.)

I am, to my very core, a writer.  It is the most enduring trait that I have.  Being very aware of the fact that I suffer from what I call "Low Boredom Threshold", I can state with confidence that it is an impressive feat for one specific trait to remain solid beginning from my earliest childhood years through to current adult years.  Writing is that one constant and I fully expect to continue writing for the rest of my life.  It has been my solace through difficult times, my joy in happy times, my source of income for the past nine years and has brought me full circle in the past 18+ months, right back to joyous expression.

I discovered the genre of blogging in September 2009 during a time period of inner searching, born of the conscious desire to stay useful with writing as I wrestled my way through a stage of transition.  I had no idea that that one small step would culminate in such a rich odyssey of discovery.  I created my personal blog, Healing Morning, and went on to connect with fellow bloggers.  I then discovered that blogging "lives" quite visibly in the world of Facebook and Twitter, so I joined various blogging groups in those formats.

That lead to a partnership with a fellow blogger and the creation of a new Facebook blogging group called Authentic Blogger, and a subsequent creation of a sister blog, The Authentic Blogger, all occurring in December 2009.  The exposure of Healing Morning blog posts there and in other blogging groups connected me with Katherine Jenkins and we began to learn of one anothers' respective blogs.  This past weekend of Valentine's Day 2010, Katherine invited me to become a contributing writer here with Writers Rising. 

I was delighted to accept and very proud of this nod of recognition for my writing and the ideas I present at Healing Morning.  I found the correlation of this invitation happening on Valentine's Day weekend to be rather lovely - I see it as a unique gift that celebrates the love, for me, of writing.  A very apropo virtual Valentine card to me, from Spirit/God/Universe and Miss Katherine, and appreciated more than any gift of flowers or corporeal card.  It is a nod to the thing, the act, the creation of what makes me happiest and defines my Spirit. 

It is perhaps of note to comment that I am a southern writer, raised in East Tennessee, so you might often hear phrasing and southernisms sprinkling throughout my writing.  I find beauty in the unique, lyrical cadence of my southeastern roots, and I celebrate it, quite consciously, in my writing. 

I look forward to becoming an active member of this wonderful community and see that I am in very lofty company.  I already follow many of the blogs featured here and am friends with many of these gifted authors.  I hope that readers here at Writers Rising will find my blog posts to be a source of inspiration, humor, quiet strength, unexpected joyful moments and those indefinable experiences that touch the heart.  That is why I write and what I always strive to achieve with my work.