It is only very recent that I have truly started understanding the value of these words offered by Abraham “make a decision and line-up with it”.  I have come to understand that this advice is some of the most important teachings given to us by Abraham.  Let me explain.

I think it is safe to say that when we are little most of our decisions are made for us by our parents.  They tell us when to wake up and when to go to bed.  They tell us where to go and what to do.  They tell us how to behave with others – they tell us what is appropriate behavior and what is inacceptable.  There is no negotiation – it’s mostly their way.  What this translates into is that a decision is made by our parents, and now it is up to us to line up with it or not.  

Lots been happening…

Wow! What an awesome couple of weeks since I last wrote to you.

So many wonderful and some thought provoking things have happened.

Today I want to share little snippets of things that have happened that have made me realize how the law of attraction is silently working in our lives.

How do you find a teacher?  Do you even need to look for one? 

I was asking these questions last night. 

Last night, I was browsing Craig’s list and Kijiji, looking for guitar teachers in my neighbourhood for my nine year old.  His dad bought him a guitar a couple of weeks ago and since then we have been wondering about getting some lessons.  How would you pick a teacher?

My sunshine boy, Scott is an amazing creator – most of the time.  He brings sunshine into the room with his big beautiful smile, and easy personality.

Scott was coming home after completing his second year at university.  He wants to be an accountant.  So this summer he wanted to work for an accounting firm.  It would be perfect!  He would get relevant experience that he could put on his resume for later, and it would be far easier than the construction work he picked up last summer to help pay for his school.

Mother’s Day is a special time of the year for me.  My mother transitioned on May 5th 2006 – just a few days before Mother’s Day. 

Do I really ever not think of my mother? Not really.  She is never far from my thoughts.  I’d like to think that my mother and I had a very special relationship. 

As I was growing up, I thought my mother was absolutely perfect in every way.  She was my best friend and the final authority on all questions that came to my mind.

I think I learnt a lot more from observing her life than from actually talking to her – important to know because that must be how my children are learning from me.

There are many facets of my mother’s personality that I could comment on, but today I want to tell you about her power of focus – in more general terms this might be referred to as stubbornness!

I don’t know about you, but I had a very exciting weekend!

Our beautiful cat Sitka, decided that she wanted to explore the world on her own and made a dash for it on Friday afternoon.  She is loved by us all, but mostly she is my daughter’s cat.

My daughter and I were away for the afternoon and when we returned, we could not find the cat.  We know that when she sleeps she is quite dead to the world – so we thought, she is probably hiding somewhere sleeping, she will show up when it’s time to eat.

What is Abraham’s perspective on what just happened at Sandy Hook?  I am sure that many followers of Abraham’s teachings are thinking about it.  I am sure that the question will be asked at a workshop in the new year.

Writing always helps me towards more clarity and so here I am trying to soothe myself and make sense of this event.

I don’t listen to the news, but the enormity of this event had everyone around me talking about it.  Soon as I open my web browser, I see related news flashes.  Last night I was at a family gathering, and there was a newspaper on the dining table where we were going to have our meal, with the front page a wall paper of the pictures of the children who had transitioned.  “Have you heard...”, “Isn’t it terrible…”  soon as I heard those words I knew what was to follow.  

I bit my tongue this morning so that these words would not escape my lips.

I was driving my son Faris (9 yrs old) to school, just like I always do.  We were talking along the way, just like we always do.  He is really into Lord of the Rings these days and he is reading The Hobbit.  We were planning an outing to go and see the movie, and our conversation side tracked to other related subjects.  Faris has been wearing a ring on his third finger under the influence of the story – it is one of my rings.  This morning in the car he held up his right hand and said, “mama, this is my fat hand”, then he lifted his left hand and said “and this is my thin hand”.  “How’s that Faris?” I said.