Here's to the beauty of the stars
Dec. 21st, 2006 12:55 pmI'm struggling to find ways to turn my thoughts about memories into affirming, attracting statements today. It's just that it's been a more conscious effort than the last two days.
Even though all I am remembering today are good and wonderful memories, they are still things in the past. I don't want to think about the future because it's still unwritten. I need to steer my thoughts to be great things that attract even greater things. It's not enough to think "I want that feeling I used to have", because that has the secondary result of reinforcing that the feeling is not here any longer. Instead, I need to immerse myself in the wonders that I have at this moment. I need to be right here, right now. And this moment finds me in a very good place to be.
I need to wrap happy thoughts about me like a soft over-sized sweater. I need to slip my feet into delicious sensuality. I need to brush my hair with the sweet smell of desires. I need to line my eyes with beautiful sights. I need to hang glittering inspiration from my lobes, and fasten a string of sparkling goals about my neck. Tonight I greet Winter, again, with hope in my heart, and wings on my soul.
Even though all I am remembering today are good and wonderful memories, they are still things in the past. I don't want to think about the future because it's still unwritten. I need to steer my thoughts to be great things that attract even greater things. It's not enough to think "I want that feeling I used to have", because that has the secondary result of reinforcing that the feeling is not here any longer. Instead, I need to immerse myself in the wonders that I have at this moment. I need to be right here, right now. And this moment finds me in a very good place to be.
I need to wrap happy thoughts about me like a soft over-sized sweater. I need to slip my feet into delicious sensuality. I need to brush my hair with the sweet smell of desires. I need to line my eyes with beautiful sights. I need to hang glittering inspiration from my lobes, and fasten a string of sparkling goals about my neck. Tonight I greet Winter, again, with hope in my heart, and wings on my soul.