Sometimes I forget to pray. I go for days, sometimes weeks without praying. Eventually, this catches up with me and I start to feel disconnected from my higher self. Or from God. Or from Spirit...whatever. I just know that something isn't right, that I am too much of my problems, my frustrations, my worries, my jealousies, my insecurities... too much of day to day. That's when, something or someone steps in and reminds me to pray.
This time it was the book Trust Your Vibes by Sonia Choquette. I was listlessly reading it, agreeing with some of it, and came upon the chapter about praying. ahhha, that just what I needed to be reminded of. Praying.
It's funny how something as simple as a heartfelt plea to make the day better can work. I don't formally pray. I just ask for God to relieve me of my current negative feelings and thoughts, because I so badly need a break. And my prayers are answered. Except for the one where I win a huge amount of money in a lottery (and I get the feeling God does know what's best for me, and apparently winning a lot of money probably wouldn't be in my best interest. I would actually like to test that theory.)
Now we can get all analytical with this and discuss whether God actually steps in and helps, or it's our subconscious responding to our desire, or it's a placebo effect with prayer being a talisman "make my day better" bingo the day is better.
I don't have the answer, all I know, is that when I resumed praying (for a better day, giving thanks for a better day, asking for guidance) my day got better. And I am more at peace.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Pentacles and Pentagrams
At Moonstone Path we sell sterling silver pentacles and pentagrams. I am embarrassed to say that I did not know the difference between and pentacle and a pentagram. Every once in a while someone would say that they heard that pentacles were evil, a symbol of devil worship. Even though I knew zilch about pentacles and pentagrams, I never sensed that they had dark energies. Pentacles are stars and circles, those two things can't be evil in my point of view.
After looking on the Internet I found some information that clears things up somewhat.
An upright pentagram is a 5 pointed star with one point aligned upwards.
An inverted pentagram is a 5 pointed star with two points aligned upwards
An upright pentacle is generally defined as an upright pentagram surrounded by a circle. The circle represents protection, and the cycle of life.
Both the pentagram and pentacle have similar meanings. In the early days of Christianity, the pentagram and pentacle was worn and used as symbol of Christ. Here's an interesting fact. The inverted pentagram (which is used by Satanists today) was actually a symbol of the divine Christ descending to earth in the flesh.
Both symbols actually were around millenniums before Christianity. These are very old symbols.
The five points of the pentagram have been known to represent the five wounds of Christ. It is also a representation of humankind, the five points corresponding to the head, two arms and two legs.
Nowadays, most people in Wiccan and Pagan circles give the pentacle and pentagram very positive meanings. The pentacle's four lower points represent the elements of the world: earth, air, fire and water. The corner of the star pointing upward symbolizes divine Spirit.
Interesting fact: The pentagram was used by the Hebrews, and was sometimes called the seal of Solomon. More specifically, the pentagram was used as the seal of the City of Jerusalem. There have been fragments of jars dating back to the 4th century BC with a seal impression of a pentagram with the Hebrew letters YRSLM (Jerusalem).
Now I know a little more about pentacles, I can understand how synchronicity worked, by me having the desire to include these wonderful pieces of jewellery as part of our stock even though I knew very little about their history and symbolism.
So if someone asks if pentacles are evil, or of the devil, the answer is a resounding NO
After looking on the Internet I found some information that clears things up somewhat.
An upright pentagram is a 5 pointed star with one point aligned upwards.
An inverted pentagram is a 5 pointed star with two points aligned upwards
An upright pentacle is generally defined as an upright pentagram surrounded by a circle. The circle represents protection, and the cycle of life.
Both the pentagram and pentacle have similar meanings. In the early days of Christianity, the pentagram and pentacle was worn and used as symbol of Christ. Here's an interesting fact. The inverted pentagram (which is used by Satanists today) was actually a symbol of the divine Christ descending to earth in the flesh.
Both symbols actually were around millenniums before Christianity. These are very old symbols.
The five points of the pentagram have been known to represent the five wounds of Christ. It is also a representation of humankind, the five points corresponding to the head, two arms and two legs.
Nowadays, most people in Wiccan and Pagan circles give the pentacle and pentagram very positive meanings. The pentacle's four lower points represent the elements of the world: earth, air, fire and water. The corner of the star pointing upward symbolizes divine Spirit.
Interesting fact: The pentagram was used by the Hebrews, and was sometimes called the seal of Solomon. More specifically, the pentagram was used as the seal of the City of Jerusalem. There have been fragments of jars dating back to the 4th century BC with a seal impression of a pentagram with the Hebrew letters YRSLM (Jerusalem).
Now I know a little more about pentacles, I can understand how synchronicity worked, by me having the desire to include these wonderful pieces of jewellery as part of our stock even though I knew very little about their history and symbolism.
So if someone asks if pentacles are evil, or of the devil, the answer is a resounding NO
Saturday, December 5, 2009
What is my purpose?
I wrote in my last blog about working with a life coach (who was completing the practice part of her training). We discussed my networking fears, how I never have a great answer when asked what does my store sell (it's usually something like this: "We sell...er...crystals...um...and books and ahh...silver jewellery....oh and and statuary, you know Buddhas") Not proud of myself on that. Speaking to my life coach about this issue made me really think what my store was about.
It's about it being an extension of me. I sell healing crystals because I believe they can be useful. Being a skeptic, I don't blindly accept that they can replace conventional medical or psychological care, but I have had enough experience and heard so many stories that I believe with all my heart that crystals have some ability to help us heal be it in little ways or in major ways. It is different for everyone, as we are all unique.
I sell self-help books because they have helped me, and continue to do so.
I sell Buddha's, singing bowls, prayer flags and so on because I have found solace in the Buddhist philosophy.
I sell fairies and fairy doors because it satisfies my whimsical side.
I'm not sure why I sell gargoyles, but I think it's because ancient art has always fascinated me.
Smudging items, native spirituality and the respect for mother earth is profoundly moving.
This is just a sampling of what I sell and why. What it boils down to, is that when I originally conceived this business, it was with the intention to give customers and wanderers different spiritual options without foisting any of my opinions on them. Everyone has the right to choose his/her own path. All paths have meaning to all people.
We all on some level want happiness, security, a meaningful life. Sometimes we have to search for the answer outside ourselves to get to the answer within ourselves. Books, meditation tapes, visual imagery such as statuary, sacred rituals, aromatherapy, conversation and whimsy.
These are the things Moonstone Path offers.
It's about it being an extension of me. I sell healing crystals because I believe they can be useful. Being a skeptic, I don't blindly accept that they can replace conventional medical or psychological care, but I have had enough experience and heard so many stories that I believe with all my heart that crystals have some ability to help us heal be it in little ways or in major ways. It is different for everyone, as we are all unique.
I sell self-help books because they have helped me, and continue to do so.
I sell Buddha's, singing bowls, prayer flags and so on because I have found solace in the Buddhist philosophy.
I sell fairies and fairy doors because it satisfies my whimsical side.
I'm not sure why I sell gargoyles, but I think it's because ancient art has always fascinated me.
Smudging items, native spirituality and the respect for mother earth is profoundly moving.
This is just a sampling of what I sell and why. What it boils down to, is that when I originally conceived this business, it was with the intention to give customers and wanderers different spiritual options without foisting any of my opinions on them. Everyone has the right to choose his/her own path. All paths have meaning to all people.
We all on some level want happiness, security, a meaningful life. Sometimes we have to search for the answer outside ourselves to get to the answer within ourselves. Books, meditation tapes, visual imagery such as statuary, sacred rituals, aromatherapy, conversation and whimsy.
These are the things Moonstone Path offers.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
One good deed deserves another
Recently I agreed to be a practice client for a friend of mine who is training to be a life coach. I didn't know her that well, but she seemed like a nice person, and she needed enough practice clients to do her course, so I said sure I'll help. To re-iterate: I was doing HER a favour.
First meeting went quite well, we became more acquainted, I found her easy to talk to, she set the direction of the meeting, and before I knew it, I was blurting out my insecurities, my doubts, my perceived weaknesses like she was my friend for years. This was not going as I anticipated.
Then at subsequent meetings, she gave me homework. HOMEWORK!!! Work that made me dig deeper into my feelings than I had ever done so in the past. Work that made me really evaluate why I behaved in certain ways that was not in my best interest. That's right UNCOMFORTABLE WORK.
At each meeting we dug a little deeper, and holy epiphany, I had some amazing insights.
One of the things that I consider a weakness, is that I hate going to business networking events. I'm shy and always feel uncomfortable. When I'm approached and asked what is it that I do, I freeze, my mind goes blank and I mutter something about selling stuff. So, my ruthless life coach in training's assignment to me was to come up with something that I could say that would clearly state exactly what it is that I do that I would be comfortable in saying.
You would think this assignment would be a piece of cake, wouldn't you. WRONG. Every time I tried to formulate a clear and smart answer to "What do you do?" I froze up and my mind went blank. I tried and tried, as the deadline loomed ever closer. Everything I came up with sounded stilted, awkward, just...not me.
At the eleventh hour I sat down and after much searching came up with something that at least described my business pretty good, though I wasn't completely happy with the wording. My coach, however was pleased with my effort (which made me feel pretty good) and we proceeded to discuss what it was I was really trying to say.
and BAM, everything cleared in my mind. The answer was so simple! And so true!
Could I have come to the present conclusion without a life coach (even one in training). Maybe. Maybe not. You see, without someone dedicated to helping you get to the blocks in your life, it is very easy to ignore the blocks (especially the ones that are the most troubling) because at the time it is easier to do so than to experience the discomfort of facing these blocks.
I was doing her a favour....naw... SHE is doing ME a favour.
First meeting went quite well, we became more acquainted, I found her easy to talk to, she set the direction of the meeting, and before I knew it, I was blurting out my insecurities, my doubts, my perceived weaknesses like she was my friend for years. This was not going as I anticipated.
Then at subsequent meetings, she gave me homework. HOMEWORK!!! Work that made me dig deeper into my feelings than I had ever done so in the past. Work that made me really evaluate why I behaved in certain ways that was not in my best interest. That's right UNCOMFORTABLE WORK.
At each meeting we dug a little deeper, and holy epiphany, I had some amazing insights.
One of the things that I consider a weakness, is that I hate going to business networking events. I'm shy and always feel uncomfortable. When I'm approached and asked what is it that I do, I freeze, my mind goes blank and I mutter something about selling stuff. So, my ruthless life coach in training's assignment to me was to come up with something that I could say that would clearly state exactly what it is that I do that I would be comfortable in saying.
You would think this assignment would be a piece of cake, wouldn't you. WRONG. Every time I tried to formulate a clear and smart answer to "What do you do?" I froze up and my mind went blank. I tried and tried, as the deadline loomed ever closer. Everything I came up with sounded stilted, awkward, just...not me.
At the eleventh hour I sat down and after much searching came up with something that at least described my business pretty good, though I wasn't completely happy with the wording. My coach, however was pleased with my effort (which made me feel pretty good) and we proceeded to discuss what it was I was really trying to say.
and BAM, everything cleared in my mind. The answer was so simple! And so true!
Could I have come to the present conclusion without a life coach (even one in training). Maybe. Maybe not. You see, without someone dedicated to helping you get to the blocks in your life, it is very easy to ignore the blocks (especially the ones that are the most troubling) because at the time it is easier to do so than to experience the discomfort of facing these blocks.
I was doing her a favour....naw... SHE is doing ME a favour.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Does repeatedly hitting your husband with his computer keyboard qualify as assault causing bodily harm with the intent to injure or maim, or can it be classed simply as mental self-defence? Or a form of anger management - or tough love? That's what happens when the love-of-your-life asks you for the third time how to "poke" someone on facebook.
I have to keep reminding myself, that hubby is new to facebook, and I have much to teach him. After explaining to him the ridiculously simple steps, he proceeded to ask me again...and...again. I rest my case. After all, when I asked my daughter, Laura, who happened to be messaging me on my Facebook, how to poke she only had to tell me once. Anyhoo, Derek is now happily "poking" everyone.
I consider Facebook's social networking application to be a great way to keep in touch with my children who happen to live out of town, or in the case of my youngest, across town. I don't get to see them as much since they have grown up and moved away to begin their own lives. Facebook keeps me in daily touch with what's happening in their lives. I get to see the friendly banter between them, relishing their warped but screamingly funny sense of humour. I communicated with my son when he was in China, and marvelled at the ease of conversing across such a distance.
Nothing beats actually hangin' out with family and friends, but when that's not possible, facebook fills a need. I have seen my youngest chuckling while she is writing something (probably insulting but very funny) to her brother or sister. I have seen jokes go on an on regarding a seemingly innocuous topic as each sister tries to out-do the other.
Ahhhhh, hubby has just poked me...AGAIN...time to poke him back and I don't mean with facebook.
I have to keep reminding myself, that hubby is new to facebook, and I have much to teach him. After explaining to him the ridiculously simple steps, he proceeded to ask me again...and...again. I rest my case. After all, when I asked my daughter, Laura, who happened to be messaging me on my Facebook, how to poke she only had to tell me once. Anyhoo, Derek is now happily "poking" everyone.
I consider Facebook's social networking application to be a great way to keep in touch with my children who happen to live out of town, or in the case of my youngest, across town. I don't get to see them as much since they have grown up and moved away to begin their own lives. Facebook keeps me in daily touch with what's happening in their lives. I get to see the friendly banter between them, relishing their warped but screamingly funny sense of humour. I communicated with my son when he was in China, and marvelled at the ease of conversing across such a distance.
Nothing beats actually hangin' out with family and friends, but when that's not possible, facebook fills a need. I have seen my youngest chuckling while she is writing something (probably insulting but very funny) to her brother or sister. I have seen jokes go on an on regarding a seemingly innocuous topic as each sister tries to out-do the other.
Ahhhhh, hubby has just poked me...AGAIN...time to poke him back and I don't mean with facebook.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I'm back
It has been a while hasn't it. I'd like to say that I haven't written because I have been insanely busy, but we all know that would be stretching the truth. Well maybe only a little.
Being a store owner has its many rewards, this I know. What I didn't know was all the extra work that comes with running a business, even one as teeny as mine. It eats up time like shadow gobbles light.
The fun part, ordering stuff (every closet shopper's delight) takes a fair amount of the day. The other parts eg. the dreaded bookwork (of which I am SO far behind, I might as well stay in my office for a month with only bathroom and food breaks to ever get caught up on), the changing of the display window - always guaranteed to eat up a good half day every week (or now, every 2 weeks), cleaning and vacuuming of said store. It all adds up. Then of course there is my required down time (lots of it).
Throw in the flu, pms, cramps (I'm 52, you would think this would end by now), assorted minor health issues - mostly "I don't feel good" and before you know it another week goes by.
I would like to promise more regular blogs as I am SURE that everyone waits with held breath for my pearls of wit and wisdom, but to make such a promise would set the bar too high, and I'm not that good at commitments. But I will try.
So, lets get on with it. We have received new products at Moonstone Path (http://www.moonstonepath.com/). We have the cutest fairies, amazing Buddhas, new oracle cards. We have also received some rather nice clusters like pink halite, celestite, calcite. I've just ordered some gargoyles, as our other ones sold out, and they will be arriving sometime next week.
The store next door to us Earth Angel http://www.earthangelslondon.com/ has received a ton of gorgeous Christmas decorations, Angels, and many other new things. Earth Angels and our store share a building (Maggie and I share snacks, a match made in heaven).
Our labyrinth is starting to fade, but we will have it up and groomed next spring. A lot of people have told me how they enjoyed walking it. Hubby maintained it all summer and he did a wonderful job (a little praise goes a long way). He doesn't know what tasks I have planned for him next spring, poor fella.
You may have noticed that our store window is looking pretty good. I would like to say this is due to my amazing window display skills--but I would be lying. A wonderful charismatic lady by the name of Julie - a professional decorator - has been taking time from her own busy days to do my window for me pro-bono for the last month or so. She makes me put in a chunk of effort, scrambling to get product ready for the window - she's a slave driver!
If anyone is interested in hiring someone to decorate their living space call Moonstone Path and I will get you her contact information. She's really good.
Here's a cute quote I found: Warning: Humour may be hazardous to your illness. ~ Ellie Katz
Being a store owner has its many rewards, this I know. What I didn't know was all the extra work that comes with running a business, even one as teeny as mine. It eats up time like shadow gobbles light.
The fun part, ordering stuff (every closet shopper's delight) takes a fair amount of the day. The other parts eg. the dreaded bookwork (of which I am SO far behind, I might as well stay in my office for a month with only bathroom and food breaks to ever get caught up on), the changing of the display window - always guaranteed to eat up a good half day every week (or now, every 2 weeks), cleaning and vacuuming of said store. It all adds up. Then of course there is my required down time (lots of it).
Throw in the flu, pms, cramps (I'm 52, you would think this would end by now), assorted minor health issues - mostly "I don't feel good" and before you know it another week goes by.
I would like to promise more regular blogs as I am SURE that everyone waits with held breath for my pearls of wit and wisdom, but to make such a promise would set the bar too high, and I'm not that good at commitments. But I will try.
So, lets get on with it. We have received new products at Moonstone Path (http://www.moonstonepath.com/). We have the cutest fairies, amazing Buddhas, new oracle cards. We have also received some rather nice clusters like pink halite, celestite, calcite. I've just ordered some gargoyles, as our other ones sold out, and they will be arriving sometime next week.
The store next door to us Earth Angel http://www.earthangelslondon.com/ has received a ton of gorgeous Christmas decorations, Angels, and many other new things. Earth Angels and our store share a building (Maggie and I share snacks, a match made in heaven).
Our labyrinth is starting to fade, but we will have it up and groomed next spring. A lot of people have told me how they enjoyed walking it. Hubby maintained it all summer and he did a wonderful job (a little praise goes a long way). He doesn't know what tasks I have planned for him next spring, poor fella.
You may have noticed that our store window is looking pretty good. I would like to say this is due to my amazing window display skills--but I would be lying. A wonderful charismatic lady by the name of Julie - a professional decorator - has been taking time from her own busy days to do my window for me pro-bono for the last month or so. She makes me put in a chunk of effort, scrambling to get product ready for the window - she's a slave driver!
If anyone is interested in hiring someone to decorate their living space call Moonstone Path and I will get you her contact information. She's really good.
Here's a cute quote I found: Warning: Humour may be hazardous to your illness. ~ Ellie Katz
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
A Story About a Faerie Door
My friend and I were out touring these little gifty stores that are so popular in those small towns that have no other purpose than to line the streets with these little gifty stores.
I’m not much for gift stores to begin with, and heavens spare me the cutesy fantasy stores. My friend, however, who believes in angels, and faeries, or the wee folk as she calls them, was absolutely thrilled to come upon this little shop that had all kinds of such things. She made me go in with her despite my offer to wait outside so that she could browse to her hearts content.
"Nooo, come in. You’ll love it" she insisted. She obviously doesn’t know me very well. With a shrug of indifference I allowed myself to be dragged, literally, she had my wrist in a death grip as if fearing that if she let me go I would turn and run. I don’t run, it’s too much work, but I might have walked really fast.
Anyhow, we entered this "whimsical" store. My friend was so taken with all the items, but her favourite ones were faerie related. "Oh look" she ooohd. They have faerie doors.
"Fairy what?" I asked in an irritated/snarky kind of voice. In my defense, I was getting a little tired. I’m not a shopper. Give me the outdoors and I’m as happy as can be. Being an introvert, hanging out at home in my backyard is ideal for me. A tall glass of something good to drink and a good book to read, sitting in the shade of my old tree are the things that really make me totally satisfied with life.
"Let’s get a faerie door for you!" My friend enthusiastically said.
"What...? What? You’re kidding, right. What would I do with it?" Panic coming through loud and clear. When my friend has a mission in life, there is no stopping her. If she thought I needed a
"What! No, no way uh huh."
"Yes, it would be perfect in your yard. Just use your imagination. A door like this would draw the faeries. It’s good to befriend the wee folk" Yep, there was that brightly demented gleam in her eye that meant that she was going to get her way.
"I live in a condo complex in Canada, not in a small village in Ireland. What fairy would want to live in a condo complex . Oh my God, now you’ve got me talking this foolishness. NO, no fairy doors. And by the way, why do you say faeries instead of fairies? Isn’t that a little over the top?"
My friend laughed, told me that this was my birthday present (even though my birthday was not for several months) and bought me a fairy door. I refuse to say faerie.
As the shop keeper made the sale, he looked me squarely in the eye, and said that I was to respect the faeries and occasionally leave them treats. The wee folk liked being appreciated. And you really did not want to get on the bad side of the wee folk. I thought that kinda sounded like the Mafia.
Great, I was going to have a portal to Mafia fairies. My friend did not see the cynical humour of this.
Despite my protests, the fairy door was placed up in the tree in the crook of a branch. It seemed to fit there without the need of fasteners, which my friend was convinced had significant meaning. "Big deal" was what I said.
Secretly, I did have to admit that it kinda looked good there. It was rustic and looked like it had been around for a 100 years. I guess it did not damage the zen like feel of my backyard domain.
I like my backyard. It has a shade tree, flowers and shrubs, herbs and rocks and a small water fountain. It has a birdbath made of concrete that I had found for a really good price. The birds are grateful, since they drink out of and frequently bathe in that birdbath.
I love going out there and sitting by the tree, listening to the wind rustle through the leaves.
Peaceful.
A couple of day after the fairy door was added to my back yard, I happened to be by the tree tidying up a scruffy flower bed. Have you ever had the experience that your familiar surrounding is suddenly not so familiar. Like you walk into a room and you sense something different and later find out that the walls have been repainted, or the furniture moved. Or even, that something is not laying it it’s usual place.
I had that feeling, plus the hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I straightened up and looked around my little condo yard. Everything seemed fine. Nothing unusual. I’d even gotten used to that make-believe fairy door being there. I shrugged to myself and returned to the weeding. Suddenly, I knew, I just knew, that someone or something was there, right...behind...me. I sprang up and twirled around bug eyed looking left and right and back to left again trying to spot...what? I’m not sure what I was looking for, something that I felt had been near me, watching me. Great, now I was creeping myself out.
I glanced at the fairy door and wondered if...."naw, stop it, you’re really creeping yourself out." I muttered, my desire to garden evaporating.
Went into the house for something cool to drink. As I was sipping my water, I let my gaze wander around the yard. I like my yard. It’s not big. But it’s pretty. The shrubs, the flowers in their pots, the arch with the clematis on it, the old tree. I was even starting to like the looks of that fairy door. It did look like it belonged in that very spot. I was warming up to this thought when in mid swallow of my water I saw a brilliant flash of light appear from behind the small door. I inhaled water and produced the mother of all coughing fits. What the hell....
I stepped out and approached the tree staring intently at the fairy door. What had caused the flash. A trick of light? Solar flare? Eyes going funny? I stared and stared with the intensity of a cat at a mousehole, but saw no other flash of light or anything else unusual. I gave my head a shake, chuckled to myself, and then felt self-conscious for chuckling to myself, and turned to walk back into the house.
I felt something brush my cheek, jumped and frantically swatted at whatever had touched me. Looked around. There was nothing. OK, Carol, now you’re losing it. I said under my breath. Despite myself I glanced at the fairy door. It just sat there, inanimate, innocent. And yet, something inside me, my body’s cells were all pointing at it saying, "there be faeries"
Rrrrriiiight.
Over the years, the faerie door has remained in that old tree. It has weathered storms, felt the chill of snow, baked in the heat. Occasionally I have sensed...something there. No, I never saw tinkerbell, did not hear the tinkle of faerie laughter, and yet, my flower bed by the tree has looked better and better each year. Hell, the tree itself, which was never that healthy looking has grown new leaves, and it doesn’t seem to have as many dead branches. Sometimes, my dishwasher is emptied out and I KNOW that I didn’t empty it, nor did my husband and I don’t even bother asking my teenager if she emptied it, I’d be further ahead actually believing in faeries.
And sometimes, in the evening, when no one’s looking, because I would feel really foolish if I was caught, I leave a little piece of cake or candy by the faerie door. Just in case.
And the next day it’s gone. I’ve either got well fed faeries, or the squirrels and birds are enjoying gourmet treats.
You guessed it, we now sell faerie doors.
I’m not much for gift stores to begin with, and heavens spare me the cutesy fantasy stores. My friend, however, who believes in angels, and faeries, or the wee folk as she calls them, was absolutely thrilled to come upon this little shop that had all kinds of such things. She made me go in with her despite my offer to wait outside so that she could browse to her hearts content.
"Nooo, come in. You’ll love it" she insisted. She obviously doesn’t know me very well. With a shrug of indifference I allowed myself to be dragged, literally, she had my wrist in a death grip as if fearing that if she let me go I would turn and run. I don’t run, it’s too much work, but I might have walked really fast.
Anyhow, we entered this "whimsical" store. My friend was so taken with all the items, but her favourite ones were faerie related. "Oh look" she ooohd. They have faerie doors.
"Fairy what?" I asked in an irritated/snarky kind of voice. In my defense, I was getting a little tired. I’m not a shopper. Give me the outdoors and I’m as happy as can be. Being an introvert, hanging out at home in my backyard is ideal for me. A tall glass of something good to drink and a good book to read, sitting in the shade of my old tree are the things that really make me totally satisfied with life.
"Let’s get a faerie door for you!" My friend enthusiastically said.
"What...? What? You’re kidding, right. What would I do with it?" Panic coming through loud and clear. When my friend has a mission in life, there is no stopping her. If she thought I needed a
"What! No, no way uh huh."
"Yes, it would be perfect in your yard. Just use your imagination. A door like this would draw the faeries. It’s good to befriend the wee folk" Yep, there was that brightly demented gleam in her eye that meant that she was going to get her way.
"I live in a condo complex in Canada, not in a small village in Ireland. What fairy would want to live in a condo complex . Oh my God, now you’ve got me talking this foolishness. NO, no fairy doors. And by the way, why do you say faeries instead of fairies? Isn’t that a little over the top?"
My friend laughed, told me that this was my birthday present (even though my birthday was not for several months) and bought me a fairy door. I refuse to say faerie.
As the shop keeper made the sale, he looked me squarely in the eye, and said that I was to respect the faeries and occasionally leave them treats. The wee folk liked being appreciated. And you really did not want to get on the bad side of the wee folk. I thought that kinda sounded like the Mafia.
Great, I was going to have a portal to Mafia fairies. My friend did not see the cynical humour of this.
Despite my protests, the fairy door was placed up in the tree in the crook of a branch. It seemed to fit there without the need of fasteners, which my friend was convinced had significant meaning. "Big deal" was what I said.
Secretly, I did have to admit that it kinda looked good there. It was rustic and looked like it had been around for a 100 years. I guess it did not damage the zen like feel of my backyard domain.
I like my backyard. It has a shade tree, flowers and shrubs, herbs and rocks and a small water fountain. It has a birdbath made of concrete that I had found for a really good price. The birds are grateful, since they drink out of and frequently bathe in that birdbath.
I love going out there and sitting by the tree, listening to the wind rustle through the leaves.
Peaceful.
A couple of day after the fairy door was added to my back yard, I happened to be by the tree tidying up a scruffy flower bed. Have you ever had the experience that your familiar surrounding is suddenly not so familiar. Like you walk into a room and you sense something different and later find out that the walls have been repainted, or the furniture moved. Or even, that something is not laying it it’s usual place.
I had that feeling, plus the hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I straightened up and looked around my little condo yard. Everything seemed fine. Nothing unusual. I’d even gotten used to that make-believe fairy door being there. I shrugged to myself and returned to the weeding. Suddenly, I knew, I just knew, that someone or something was there, right...behind...me. I sprang up and twirled around bug eyed looking left and right and back to left again trying to spot...what? I’m not sure what I was looking for, something that I felt had been near me, watching me. Great, now I was creeping myself out.
I glanced at the fairy door and wondered if...."naw, stop it, you’re really creeping yourself out." I muttered, my desire to garden evaporating.
Went into the house for something cool to drink. As I was sipping my water, I let my gaze wander around the yard. I like my yard. It’s not big. But it’s pretty. The shrubs, the flowers in their pots, the arch with the clematis on it, the old tree. I was even starting to like the looks of that fairy door. It did look like it belonged in that very spot. I was warming up to this thought when in mid swallow of my water I saw a brilliant flash of light appear from behind the small door. I inhaled water and produced the mother of all coughing fits. What the hell....
I stepped out and approached the tree staring intently at the fairy door. What had caused the flash. A trick of light? Solar flare? Eyes going funny? I stared and stared with the intensity of a cat at a mousehole, but saw no other flash of light or anything else unusual. I gave my head a shake, chuckled to myself, and then felt self-conscious for chuckling to myself, and turned to walk back into the house.
I felt something brush my cheek, jumped and frantically swatted at whatever had touched me. Looked around. There was nothing. OK, Carol, now you’re losing it. I said under my breath. Despite myself I glanced at the fairy door. It just sat there, inanimate, innocent. And yet, something inside me, my body’s cells were all pointing at it saying, "there be faeries"
Rrrrriiiight.
Over the years, the faerie door has remained in that old tree. It has weathered storms, felt the chill of snow, baked in the heat. Occasionally I have sensed...something there. No, I never saw tinkerbell, did not hear the tinkle of faerie laughter, and yet, my flower bed by the tree has looked better and better each year. Hell, the tree itself, which was never that healthy looking has grown new leaves, and it doesn’t seem to have as many dead branches. Sometimes, my dishwasher is emptied out and I KNOW that I didn’t empty it, nor did my husband and I don’t even bother asking my teenager if she emptied it, I’d be further ahead actually believing in faeries.
And sometimes, in the evening, when no one’s looking, because I would feel really foolish if I was caught, I leave a little piece of cake or candy by the faerie door. Just in case.
And the next day it’s gone. I’ve either got well fed faeries, or the squirrels and birds are enjoying gourmet treats.
You guessed it, we now sell faerie doors.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Gargoyles
Gargoyles are mythological beings. They are seen on cathedrals around the world. Early references to them date back to Ancient Greece. The Word "gargoyle" is derived from the French word gargouille, meaning throat or to gargle.
Originally a gargoyle was a waterspout, directing water away from a building. If a scary gargoyle-like stone carving does not function as waterspout, but is just used for decorative purposes, it is called a grotesque or chimera.
It is believed that gargoyles were created by medieval architects and stone carvers to ward off evil in an imperfect world. They were the guardians of the church and kept the terrible evil spirits away. I don't know what those medieval carvers were drinking, but they sure had a scary imagination!
So, now, we sell gargoyles (technically grotesques) at Moonstone Path. Only have a couple left, a little one, and a big heavy one. They are made of concrete, and sealed for the outdoors.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Our First Ever Newsletter
This is the newsletter that I have been handing out to all customers who have wandered into our store. I thought I'd share it on this blog too.
MOONSTONE PATH
June 2009 Newsletter
By Carol Askew
Welcome to our first ever Moonstone Path Newsletter. I, the owner of Moonstone Path will be writing the newsletter. Do I have experience writing newsletters? YES, about a minute and a half so far and counting! Took me a while to figure out the column thingy on my word processor.
My peep, (example of my pathetic attempt to be cool) actually my husband, will be editing the newsletter so if this comes across as really stupid, he’s to blame.
OK
Enough of this [possibly] lame humour.
Down to the news – ergo reason for this newsletter.
Moonstone Path sells items which are good for the mind, body and soul. We sell soy candles, salt t-light holders, spiritual and inspirational books and CD’s, tarot cards, essential oils, crystals that help in meditation and spiritual healing and much more.
We currently have a great selection of Amethyst clusters and other fine mineral specimens.
We still have a few Master Mu’s in stock. Master Mu is very Zen in his thinking and outlook, and serves as a reminder that we too can achieve a calm and Zen-like way of life. After all, nobody wants a whole lot of stress.
Behind our store is a Labyrinth which is open to anyone to walk.
What’s a Labyrinth? It’s an ancient symbol that relates to wholeness. It combines the imagery of the circle and the spiral into a meandering but purposeful path. The Labyrinth represents a journey to our own center and back again out into the world. Labyrinths have long been used as meditation and prayer tools.
We share space with Khami Studio Gallery and Earth Angels at 1289 Commissioner’s Rd. W, in Byron Ontario, located between Golden Dragon restaurant and KFC (meal and snack time is covered booyah).
EVENTS
Sheilha Jackson, medium and spiritual channeler, will be available to provide readings from your Guides, Angels and loved ones on Wednesdays and Saturdays, beginning Saturday, June 20th, in our garden located behind Moonstone Path. You must book at least 3 days in advance. Readings are 30 minutes in length. Cost is $50.00. For more information on this, call Moonstone Path 519-473-6600 or Sheilha herself at 519-667-1655 or email light.visions.sheilha@gmail.com
Enough about us. Like I said, we share a building with Khami Studio Gallery. That’s the Art Studio and framing shop located upstairs.
Mansour, the owner, was born in Isfahan, Iran and moved to Canada in 1995. He paints in watercolour and one can observe through his paintings his life in his old country as well as in Canada.
Mansour will also be hosting exhibitions from various local artists. Check out his website at http://www.khamigallery.com/
The current exhibition is artwork by Keri Orozco.
The other place sharing our building is Earth Angels, owned by Maggie McConnell http://www.earthangelslondon.com/
She is so lucky to have me as a neighbour. I mean, who else would tolerate her killer sense of humour, politely accept all the snacks she offers, get to be the first to see what new stock she gets in. I mean, really…who? Of course it goes both ways, she has to put up with my quirky sense of humour, my endless list of affirmations, and my sickening optimistic outlook.
Maggie took over the business in November of 2008, and these last 7 months have been a huge learning experience for her. Being a fast learner, she has managed to keep her sanity in the busy, confusing, (accounting paperwork) and constantly evolving world of retail.
The items she has, Angels and other fine gifts are absolutely beautiful.
Her greeting cards are amazing and seem to have just the message one is looking for. Since I usually remember someone’s birthday on that very day, I have really taken advantage of the convenience of walking over to her side of the building and purchasing the card. And I’ve bought myself a few nice things too. Win win.
Maggie has recently received new stock. I’ll just say this: she really likes geraniums… and very pretty decorative pillows.
Quote of the month:
The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.
-- Buddha
Business Hours and other info:
Moonstone Path is open Tuesday through Friday 11:00 am to 7:00 pm
and
Saturday 11:00 am to 6:00 pm
You can find information about our products on our website at http://www.moonstonepath.com/
Our phone number is 519-473-6600
Because I love foisting my thoughts and opinions on others I have a blog. You can see it at http://www.moonstone-alongthepath.blogspot.com/
MOONSTONE PATH
June 2009 Newsletter
By Carol Askew
Welcome to our first ever Moonstone Path Newsletter. I, the owner of Moonstone Path will be writing the newsletter. Do I have experience writing newsletters? YES, about a minute and a half so far and counting! Took me a while to figure out the column thingy on my word processor.
My peep, (example of my pathetic attempt to be cool) actually my husband, will be editing the newsletter so if this comes across as really stupid, he’s to blame.
OK
Enough of this [possibly] lame humour.
Down to the news – ergo reason for this newsletter.
Moonstone Path sells items which are good for the mind, body and soul. We sell soy candles, salt t-light holders, spiritual and inspirational books and CD’s, tarot cards, essential oils, crystals that help in meditation and spiritual healing and much more.
We currently have a great selection of Amethyst clusters and other fine mineral specimens.
We still have a few Master Mu’s in stock. Master Mu is very Zen in his thinking and outlook, and serves as a reminder that we too can achieve a calm and Zen-like way of life. After all, nobody wants a whole lot of stress.
Behind our store is a Labyrinth which is open to anyone to walk.
What’s a Labyrinth? It’s an ancient symbol that relates to wholeness. It combines the imagery of the circle and the spiral into a meandering but purposeful path. The Labyrinth represents a journey to our own center and back again out into the world. Labyrinths have long been used as meditation and prayer tools.
We share space with Khami Studio Gallery and Earth Angels at 1289 Commissioner’s Rd. W, in Byron Ontario, located between Golden Dragon restaurant and KFC (meal and snack time is covered booyah).
EVENTS
Sheilha Jackson, medium and spiritual channeler, will be available to provide readings from your Guides, Angels and loved ones on Wednesdays and Saturdays, beginning Saturday, June 20th, in our garden located behind Moonstone Path. You must book at least 3 days in advance. Readings are 30 minutes in length. Cost is $50.00. For more information on this, call Moonstone Path 519-473-6600 or Sheilha herself at 519-667-1655 or email light.visions.sheilha@gmail.com
Enough about us. Like I said, we share a building with Khami Studio Gallery. That’s the Art Studio and framing shop located upstairs.
Mansour, the owner, was born in Isfahan, Iran and moved to Canada in 1995. He paints in watercolour and one can observe through his paintings his life in his old country as well as in Canada.
Mansour will also be hosting exhibitions from various local artists. Check out his website at http://www.khamigallery.com/
The current exhibition is artwork by Keri Orozco.
The other place sharing our building is Earth Angels, owned by Maggie McConnell http://www.earthangelslondon.com/
She is so lucky to have me as a neighbour. I mean, who else would tolerate her killer sense of humour, politely accept all the snacks she offers, get to be the first to see what new stock she gets in. I mean, really…who? Of course it goes both ways, she has to put up with my quirky sense of humour, my endless list of affirmations, and my sickening optimistic outlook.
Maggie took over the business in November of 2008, and these last 7 months have been a huge learning experience for her. Being a fast learner, she has managed to keep her sanity in the busy, confusing, (accounting paperwork) and constantly evolving world of retail.
The items she has, Angels and other fine gifts are absolutely beautiful.
Her greeting cards are amazing and seem to have just the message one is looking for. Since I usually remember someone’s birthday on that very day, I have really taken advantage of the convenience of walking over to her side of the building and purchasing the card. And I’ve bought myself a few nice things too. Win win.
Maggie has recently received new stock. I’ll just say this: she really likes geraniums… and very pretty decorative pillows.
Quote of the month:
The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.
-- Buddha
Business Hours and other info:
Moonstone Path is open Tuesday through Friday 11:00 am to 7:00 pm
and
Saturday 11:00 am to 6:00 pm
You can find information about our products on our website at http://www.moonstonepath.com/
Our phone number is 519-473-6600
Because I love foisting my thoughts and opinions on others I have a blog. You can see it at http://www.moonstone-alongthepath.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
About Labyrinths
As I wrote in my previous post, hubby and I built a labyrinth a couple of weeks ago. Many have walked it and told me they enjoyed it. Some already know what a labyrinth is all about, others aren't quite sure, so here's a little info on them.
The Labyrinth is the universal symbol of transformation. It is a metaphor for our journey through life, very much a right-brain meditation activity.
A labyrinth provides a space to listen to our inner voice of wisdom. We can ask for guidance and pray for ourselves and our loved ones. It calms the confused mind and fearful heart.
It is also a fun-filled and joyful activity for young children. Giggles and laughter emit from them as they race through the path, helping us to remember that labyrinths are not only healing, meditational and spiritual, but they are also very joyful.
To prepare you may want to reflect before walking the labyrinth. Do you have a question? Do you just want to slow down and take time out from a busy life? Have you come to find strength to take the next step? Have you come to the labyrinth during a time of grief and loss?
Walk it in silence. Let all thoughts go. Allow God to speak to you in an image.
A labyrinth can help.
Today when I arrived at our store, Moonstone Path, there were workmen patching the mortar on the back of the building. They had inadvertently trampled on my newly planted impatiens. Feeling in a murderous mood, I headed for the labyrinth with the purpose of cooling off. By the time I was done walking, I had calmed down and was in a pretty good mood. And I think the flowers are going to survive after all.
The Labyrinth is the universal symbol of transformation. It is a metaphor for our journey through life, very much a right-brain meditation activity.
A labyrinth provides a space to listen to our inner voice of wisdom. We can ask for guidance and pray for ourselves and our loved ones. It calms the confused mind and fearful heart.
It is also a fun-filled and joyful activity for young children. Giggles and laughter emit from them as they race through the path, helping us to remember that labyrinths are not only healing, meditational and spiritual, but they are also very joyful.
To prepare you may want to reflect before walking the labyrinth. Do you have a question? Do you just want to slow down and take time out from a busy life? Have you come to find strength to take the next step? Have you come to the labyrinth during a time of grief and loss?
Walk it in silence. Let all thoughts go. Allow God to speak to you in an image.
A labyrinth can help.
Today when I arrived at our store, Moonstone Path, there were workmen patching the mortar on the back of the building. They had inadvertently trampled on my newly planted impatiens. Feeling in a murderous mood, I headed for the labyrinth with the purpose of cooling off. By the time I was done walking, I had calmed down and was in a pretty good mood. And I think the flowers are going to survive after all.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Walk the Labyrinth
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland~~
M friend Frances told me about a labyrinth workshop she had participated in. The thought of a labyrinth was intriguing, so I looked up some information on the internet. Lo and behold, there were a few sites explaining how to design a labyrinth. I started drawing the pattern in my notebook and found that simply drawing the pattern had a calming effect on me. So I drew more patterns page after page of the same labyrinth pattern. This was before we even owned Moonstone Path, before we had access to it's huge back-yard. I was just content with drawing labyrinths on paper.
Then, in the early spring, when the snow was gone, and I saw how huge the back-yard was, the thought of building a labyrinth came and took up residence in my mind. It would not leave. So we built a labyrinth.
We laid it out at the far end of the yard, the entrance and exit are from the West. Hubs and I built it on Victoria Day. It was warm and sunny, what a great day to spend a few hours laying out the Labyrinth. We designed it with white lines to mark where the walls are. It takes about 5 minutes to walk it.
Everyone is welcome. Wear comfortable shoes.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
~~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland~~
M friend Frances told me about a labyrinth workshop she had participated in. The thought of a labyrinth was intriguing, so I looked up some information on the internet. Lo and behold, there were a few sites explaining how to design a labyrinth. I started drawing the pattern in my notebook and found that simply drawing the pattern had a calming effect on me. So I drew more patterns page after page of the same labyrinth pattern. This was before we even owned Moonstone Path, before we had access to it's huge back-yard. I was just content with drawing labyrinths on paper.
Then, in the early spring, when the snow was gone, and I saw how huge the back-yard was, the thought of building a labyrinth came and took up residence in my mind. It would not leave. So we built a labyrinth.
We laid it out at the far end of the yard, the entrance and exit are from the West. Hubs and I built it on Victoria Day. It was warm and sunny, what a great day to spend a few hours laying out the Labyrinth. We designed it with white lines to mark where the walls are. It takes about 5 minutes to walk it.
Everyone is welcome. Wear comfortable shoes.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Definitions of Prosperity
Prosper: to be successful or fortunate, esp. in financial respects; thrive; flourish (courtesy of dictionary.com)
I felt very prosperous today. For many reasons.
1) I met my sales goal for the day (we're not talking a huge sum of money here, but I did OK today).
2) Sheilha who is a medium and channeller was at my store, Moonstone Path, to answer any questions about the workshop on Chakras she will be holding later this week. While she was there, a young couple came in and Sheilha was able to provide comfort and reassurance to the woman who is going through a VERY tough time.
3) A friend of mine who has been on the spiritual path for a long time and has come through the "darkness of the soul" many times met Sheilha and they found that they had a lot in common and so a strong friendship has developed.
4) I love it when Moonstone Path is a meeting ground for people who may not have known each other otherwise. It's a wonderful energy.
5) I am very grateful to be part of all this.
I feel very prosperous today.
I felt very prosperous today. For many reasons.
1) I met my sales goal for the day (we're not talking a huge sum of money here, but I did OK today).
2) Sheilha who is a medium and channeller was at my store, Moonstone Path, to answer any questions about the workshop on Chakras she will be holding later this week. While she was there, a young couple came in and Sheilha was able to provide comfort and reassurance to the woman who is going through a VERY tough time.
3) A friend of mine who has been on the spiritual path for a long time and has come through the "darkness of the soul" many times met Sheilha and they found that they had a lot in common and so a strong friendship has developed.
4) I love it when Moonstone Path is a meeting ground for people who may not have known each other otherwise. It's a wonderful energy.
5) I am very grateful to be part of all this.
I feel very prosperous today.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
About Masks
My youngest, Julie, talked me into helping her with costumes for a dance recital the studio she works at is holding. Mother, like daughter, are not into crafts, and as we pondered the intricacies of fastening a fluffy feather boa to wire and nylon angel wings (glue is not always reliable) I couldn't help but think that the many times I got out of doing parenty stuff like that with lame excuses such as a full time job, etc. are now catching up with me. Karma.
Anyway, another thing Julie was working on was a regular mask that she was painting for one of the dances she taught. She transformed a plain white mask into a mysterious shiny funky sparkly charcoal grey one. Maybe the kid's got crafting blood in her after all.
Looking at the mask got me thinking about the masks we wear (and not only the ones we wear at Hallowe'en parties). Some people wear the mask of self-confidence, and they wear it well. No-one knows how unsure of themselves and how insecure they are. Some people wear the mask of sacrifice, doing good works for community, while simultaneously giving in to their urges to control, manipulate and judge. Some people wear the mask of cheerfulness when they are feeling anything but cheerful. Some wear the mask of serenity when their insides are churning with angst and loss of life's purpose.
Do I wear a mask. Probably. There's the "retailer's mask", the "responsible adult who knows what she's doing" mask. Also the "Zen Mask", the "I love everyone without judgement mask", the "I've got it together and am eternally happy mask" and the "I know you're talking bullshit but I won't let on that I know because I don't want to offend you mask".
These are some of the masks that I want to resolve. I want those masks to become my reality. I really want to be a responsible adult who knows what she's doing. I really want to love everyone without judgement (sometimes hard to do). I want my Zen and Happy masks to be my reality.
It can be done. Detachment, non-judgement, inner peace are all achievable.
We wear masks because (I think) we assume people won't like us if they see the real thing. Granted, people won't like you if you're rude, abusive and dangerous to be around, but we carry our fear of being disliked to the extremes. Suddenly we worry about whether we said something unintentionally offensive, we worry about not fitting in, about voicing an opinion that might not be so popular. We worry so much.
It can be done. Detachment, non-judgement, inner peace are all achievable.
We wear masks because (I think) we assume people won't like us if they see the real thing. Granted, people won't like you if you're rude, abusive and dangerous to be around, but we carry our fear of being disliked to the extremes. Suddenly we worry about whether we said something unintentionally offensive, we worry about not fitting in, about voicing an opinion that might not be so popular. We worry so much.
I asked my angels, spirit guides, the universe for inspiration in writing this blog. As I sit here staring off into space trying to find a way to end this post, I happen to look at my quartz crystal sphere. I love the play of light going through it. Such beauty. And I bet it doesn't wear any mask at all.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign
Clever title huh? It's from a song of my teen hood past. I think it's clever. Never mind.
Subtleties were never my forte as I was growing up. I was not an astute observer of life, I guess. My mother used to say I wouldn't notice stuff, unless it jumped up an bit me on the nose, whatever that means.
Anyway, I have become more sensitive to hidden (and not so hidden) messages coming to me. Lately, it's been the mention of Goddess. Case in point -- Maggie (my next door store owner of Earth Angels) lent me some books to read (love that woman). One of them was "Goddesses in older women".
Secondly, I had a strong compulsion to order a Goddess figurine for my store, Moonstone Path. I never had any such strong desire to order Goddess items, other than pendants a long time ago.
Thirdly, a recent customer of mine suggested a book I should read titled "Mysteries of the Dark Moon; the healing power of the dark Goddess".
Methinks that I should become acquainted with the subject of Goddesses. I think there is a lesson somewhere in there for me.
Subtleties were never my forte as I was growing up. I was not an astute observer of life, I guess. My mother used to say I wouldn't notice stuff, unless it jumped up an bit me on the nose, whatever that means.
Anyway, I have become more sensitive to hidden (and not so hidden) messages coming to me. Lately, it's been the mention of Goddess. Case in point -- Maggie (my next door store owner of Earth Angels) lent me some books to read (love that woman). One of them was "Goddesses in older women".
Secondly, I had a strong compulsion to order a Goddess figurine for my store, Moonstone Path. I never had any such strong desire to order Goddess items, other than pendants a long time ago.
Thirdly, a recent customer of mine suggested a book I should read titled "Mysteries of the Dark Moon; the healing power of the dark Goddess".
Methinks that I should become acquainted with the subject of Goddesses. I think there is a lesson somewhere in there for me.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Dogs, cats and husbands - a conspiracy to deprive me of sleep!
I haven't been sleeping well lately. Normally sleep is hard to come by because my mind is sifting through a thousand thoughts and nurturing the negative ones. But once I am asleep, things are usually pretty good and I get a solid 8 hours (read 9 or 10 hours). I still wake up grumpy and tired, but that's just me.
However, lately, I think the household has been conspiring to deprive me of sleep. The only things not waking me up in the middle of the night are the houseplants, and I'm sure it's only a matter of time.
First it was Shae, our doberman/greyhound/wussy. She decided that she realllllly needs to go outside in the middle of the night. Seeing as she is quite old and can possibly become incontinent, I prefer not to take chances, so I get up in the middle of the night and put her outside. I then stand by the patio doors, my forehead plastered to the glass as a way to stay upright and awake while doggy does her thing.
Second, Smokey the cat has decided that the Cd's stacked on the bedroom floor need re-arranging, you guessed it, in the middle of the night. I have since removed the Cd's. And perish forbid that I leave a book laying around, because she will proceed to flip the cover back and forth until I wake up.
Thirdly, Mephistopheles (aka Derek) my husband, my love, my soul mate...snores. Most of the time, I can prod him to roll over to his side and the snoring stops, but by then I am awake enough that my brain decides to do some marathon thinking and I can't get back to sleep.
This is not good. When my thoughts are on a run-away mission, I get no peace. My angels don't seem to be helpful (of course not, it's the middle of the night and they are fast asleep). So what to do.
Brilliant idea. Pop a Cd into the player and listen to it till I fall asleep. It works every time!! I am currently listening to "The Secret" . Rhonda Byrne's voice is pretty soothing, I can use all the positive messages I can get, and my sleep, though interrupted resumes pretty quickly. I'm so brilliant...or...maybe it was angelic inspiration. Naw, I'm brilliant (I kid, I kid).
However, lately, I think the household has been conspiring to deprive me of sleep. The only things not waking me up in the middle of the night are the houseplants, and I'm sure it's only a matter of time.
First it was Shae, our doberman/greyhound/wussy. She decided that she realllllly needs to go outside in the middle of the night. Seeing as she is quite old and can possibly become incontinent, I prefer not to take chances, so I get up in the middle of the night and put her outside. I then stand by the patio doors, my forehead plastered to the glass as a way to stay upright and awake while doggy does her thing.
Second, Smokey the cat has decided that the Cd's stacked on the bedroom floor need re-arranging, you guessed it, in the middle of the night. I have since removed the Cd's. And perish forbid that I leave a book laying around, because she will proceed to flip the cover back and forth until I wake up.
Thirdly, Mephistopheles (aka Derek) my husband, my love, my soul mate...snores. Most of the time, I can prod him to roll over to his side and the snoring stops, but by then I am awake enough that my brain decides to do some marathon thinking and I can't get back to sleep.
This is not good. When my thoughts are on a run-away mission, I get no peace. My angels don't seem to be helpful (of course not, it's the middle of the night and they are fast asleep). So what to do.
Brilliant idea. Pop a Cd into the player and listen to it till I fall asleep. It works every time!! I am currently listening to "The Secret" . Rhonda Byrne's voice is pretty soothing, I can use all the positive messages I can get, and my sleep, though interrupted resumes pretty quickly. I'm so brilliant...or...maybe it was angelic inspiration. Naw, I'm brilliant (I kid, I kid).
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Family get-togethers
Held Easter dinner on Good Friday (yesterday) That way the whole combined family, except for 2 grandsons who were at their mom's, was able to gather at our house. My three young adults Rob, Laura, and her boyfriend John, and Julie; Derek's 2 sons, Dave with daughter-in-law Kim and grand-daughter Avery, Stephen and girlfriend Jen. And Derek's mom and dad. Full house. Good times.
Now, though I may be good at many things (I'm a champion napper) there are certain things that I don't consider myself to be that proficient at. Cooking is one of those things. I always worry that things will go wrong. In this case - would the ham be too salty? Would the scalloped potatoes cook on time, would my coleslaw be too moist or worse too dry.
So I asked my Angels to help me out. I needed energy, I needed a good sense of timing (remember to put the rolls in the oven to give them a chance to warm up- but not too soon because we don't want giant croutons), I needed to remember to serve the coffee during dessert, not 15 minutes after dessert was eaten as is my usual way. I called on the cooking angels, the organizational angels, the angels of calmness. And you know, I think they helped me. I had way more stamina than I should have had, I didn't get overly confused, coffee was served on time, and all my cooking was actually delicious, well at least edible. Thank you angels.
Now, though I may be good at many things (I'm a champion napper) there are certain things that I don't consider myself to be that proficient at. Cooking is one of those things. I always worry that things will go wrong. In this case - would the ham be too salty? Would the scalloped potatoes cook on time, would my coleslaw be too moist or worse too dry.
So I asked my Angels to help me out. I needed energy, I needed a good sense of timing (remember to put the rolls in the oven to give them a chance to warm up- but not too soon because we don't want giant croutons), I needed to remember to serve the coffee during dessert, not 15 minutes after dessert was eaten as is my usual way. I called on the cooking angels, the organizational angels, the angels of calmness. And you know, I think they helped me. I had way more stamina than I should have had, I didn't get overly confused, coffee was served on time, and all my cooking was actually delicious, well at least edible. Thank you angels.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Good Books are Sometimes a Pain
I'm a busy woman (some would say I'm exaggerating but I choose to ignore them). Anyway, I'm a busy woman. I have a store to run (while a lot of fun, still time consuming), I have a blog to maintain, I have a very neglected website to update, I have to deal with this high self-importance I have bestowed upon myself, I have to shrink my head so it will fit through doors, because I have received wonderful compliments about Moonstone Path. Like I said, I'm a busy woman. Kinda hard to squeeze in nap times, but I still manage, of course.
Anyway, with all this work and naps, the last thing I need is a really good book that I can't put down. Some nefarious author of said book (2 actually dammit) gave me her autographed books as I had politely expressed an interest in reading them.
OK, so now I feel obligated to read them. No problem, read a bit now and then, express my appreciation next time I see her and all is well.
The book is of a fantasy genre geared to teenagers and young adults. It is titled "The Princess Pawn", written by Maggie L. Wood. Her second book is "The Princess Mage". I have just started reading The Princess Pawn, I'm on page 18 and I'm hooked. Normally this is not the kind of book I read. I'm more of a Dean Koontz, John Grisham kind of fan. This might change.
Maggie's book got me from the first page. This is a problem. Remember, I'm a busy woman. I have to get things done. Do you know how hard that is to do, when there is a fun-to-read book over there, just taunting you. "You know you want to read me" I can just hear it say. "You know you want to be entertained" "C'mon, you know you want to see what that spunky kid, Willow, will do next". I need a big dose of will power for the next couple of hours so that I can work on the Website. I don't know if I can do it. THAT book is just over there...waiting....NO NO I must do my work.
Thanks a lot Maggie.
Anyway, with all this work and naps, the last thing I need is a really good book that I can't put down. Some nefarious author of said book (2 actually dammit) gave me her autographed books as I had politely expressed an interest in reading them.
OK, so now I feel obligated to read them. No problem, read a bit now and then, express my appreciation next time I see her and all is well.
The book is of a fantasy genre geared to teenagers and young adults. It is titled "The Princess Pawn", written by Maggie L. Wood. Her second book is "The Princess Mage". I have just started reading The Princess Pawn, I'm on page 18 and I'm hooked. Normally this is not the kind of book I read. I'm more of a Dean Koontz, John Grisham kind of fan. This might change.
Maggie's book got me from the first page. This is a problem. Remember, I'm a busy woman. I have to get things done. Do you know how hard that is to do, when there is a fun-to-read book over there, just taunting you. "You know you want to read me" I can just hear it say. "You know you want to be entertained" "C'mon, you know you want to see what that spunky kid, Willow, will do next". I need a big dose of will power for the next couple of hours so that I can work on the Website. I don't know if I can do it. THAT book is just over there...waiting....NO NO I must do my work.
Thanks a lot Maggie.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Asking your Angels and Guides for help works--really
As I have written previously, I just recently opened a body,mind and spirit shop called Moonstone Path. It's a tiny New Age store with lots of neat things in it. For more details go to www.moonstonepath.com.
Anyway, we opened in Byron, Ontario in January of this year. My clever marketing plan was to open in the slowest retail season possible because it seemed like such a good idea. Actually, a lovely space came up for lease, and since it was available for January, we bit the so-called bullet and plunged in lock, stock and barrel.
I had high hopes coupled with high anxiety for several weeks. Especially when sales were not balancing out the expenses. Very worrisome.
Well, you know how they say that when the student is ready the teachers will appear. It's true, even though, in my case, I didn't really know that I was ready. Maybe desperation means you're ready, I guess.
Rambling on...
I was getting worried financially, and I wasn't feeling that I was making connections with customers. There were some that I felt that way with, but not that many. Where were the long conversations about spirituality, and the laws of the Universe that I so looked forward to?
Well, as it happens, my friend Judy dropped by one day and lent me Sonia Choquette's CD on connecting with your Angels and Spirit Guides. After I got used to Sonia's super perky voice, I found myself really relating to what she was saying. I actually looked forward to my evenings when I could listen to her giving advise on talking to your Angels and Guides.
Then, I began implementing her advice. First in my head, because I felt self-conscious saying it out loud in front of hubby. I said things like "Angels and Guides, I need you front and center to help me with my day. Help me rekindle the joy that being in my little store brings me. Help me make sales and have a wonderful connection with my customers. Joy guides, I need joy today. Smart business guides, I need to make sound purchasing decisions. Angels move through me and speak through me so that I can be of service" and so on.
Bet you know how this story ends. Sales have increased, but more importantly I have met the most amazing people who share my enthusiasm about healing crystals, the law of attraction, help and messages from the other side and all these wonderful things.
We are all connected, us humans, Angels, Spirit Guides, we are all connected through God. It makes sense to me.
By the way, I now talk to my Angels and Guides out loud in front of hubby, and he doesn't give me funny looks or anything. Gotta love that man!
Anyway, we opened in Byron, Ontario in January of this year. My clever marketing plan was to open in the slowest retail season possible because it seemed like such a good idea. Actually, a lovely space came up for lease, and since it was available for January, we bit the so-called bullet and plunged in lock, stock and barrel.
I had high hopes coupled with high anxiety for several weeks. Especially when sales were not balancing out the expenses. Very worrisome.
Well, you know how they say that when the student is ready the teachers will appear. It's true, even though, in my case, I didn't really know that I was ready. Maybe desperation means you're ready, I guess.
Rambling on...
I was getting worried financially, and I wasn't feeling that I was making connections with customers. There were some that I felt that way with, but not that many. Where were the long conversations about spirituality, and the laws of the Universe that I so looked forward to?
Well, as it happens, my friend Judy dropped by one day and lent me Sonia Choquette's CD on connecting with your Angels and Spirit Guides. After I got used to Sonia's super perky voice, I found myself really relating to what she was saying. I actually looked forward to my evenings when I could listen to her giving advise on talking to your Angels and Guides.
Then, I began implementing her advice. First in my head, because I felt self-conscious saying it out loud in front of hubby. I said things like "Angels and Guides, I need you front and center to help me with my day. Help me rekindle the joy that being in my little store brings me. Help me make sales and have a wonderful connection with my customers. Joy guides, I need joy today. Smart business guides, I need to make sound purchasing decisions. Angels move through me and speak through me so that I can be of service" and so on.
Bet you know how this story ends. Sales have increased, but more importantly I have met the most amazing people who share my enthusiasm about healing crystals, the law of attraction, help and messages from the other side and all these wonderful things.
We are all connected, us humans, Angels, Spirit Guides, we are all connected through God. It makes sense to me.
By the way, I now talk to my Angels and Guides out loud in front of hubby, and he doesn't give me funny looks or anything. Gotta love that man!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Things I'm Grateful for...
There's a lot of things that I am truly grateful for and feel blessed to have in my life.
1) I have great kids. They are funny, smart, and they occasionally like to hang out with me.
2) I have a terrific husband. His sense of humour, considerate behaviour, the fact that he thinks that I am BEAUTIFUL, all make me appreciate this man. Plus he does housework, shares in the cooking and leaves me funny notes.
3) I have 3 adorable grandchildren, it's fun to see the world through their eyes.
4) I have good, good friends that will listen to my triumphs and disappointments and cheer me on or comfort me. They occasionally will lend me books or Cd's that while I might not have picked them out myself turn out to be exactly what I needed.
5)I own a store right next door to Earth Angels, whose owner, Maggie, has a terrific sense of humour and shares her snacks.
6) My customers and I have had wonderful conversations that have enriched me spiritually.
Life is good. Sure, there are things that I could complain about, but you know, the goods things in my life are much more fun to contemplate.
1) I have great kids. They are funny, smart, and they occasionally like to hang out with me.
2) I have a terrific husband. His sense of humour, considerate behaviour, the fact that he thinks that I am BEAUTIFUL, all make me appreciate this man. Plus he does housework, shares in the cooking and leaves me funny notes.
3) I have 3 adorable grandchildren, it's fun to see the world through their eyes.
4) I have good, good friends that will listen to my triumphs and disappointments and cheer me on or comfort me. They occasionally will lend me books or Cd's that while I might not have picked them out myself turn out to be exactly what I needed.
5)I own a store right next door to Earth Angels, whose owner, Maggie, has a terrific sense of humour and shares her snacks.
6) My customers and I have had wonderful conversations that have enriched me spiritually.
Life is good. Sure, there are things that I could complain about, but you know, the goods things in my life are much more fun to contemplate.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Talking Sticks
Once again we can learn a lot from the Native culture. The talking stick is a good example.
When there are issues to be discussed in a group the talking stick can be used as a reminder that the person holding the stick has the floor and that the other members of the group are to allow the stick holder to have his/her say without interruption. Not only that, but the others must listen attentively and really "hear" what the speaker is saying. When the speaker is done, the stick is handed to the next person and the process is repeated.
This can work well in a family when resolving a disagreement, as long as all members respectfully use the talking stick. Talking sticks are not there to enable gripe sessions, they are there to help you state your feelings and opinions so that the others understand where you're coming from.
Board meetings would probably benefit from the use of a talking stick. Really any group meeting from prayer circles, to spiritual meetings, to business meetings could use the talking sticks.
Our sticks are adorned with fur, feathers and crystals. These all have meaning. A note comes with each talking stick describing the materials adorning it.
You can purchase a talking stick at our store, Moonstone Path, in lovely Byron, Ontario. Go to http://www.moonstonepath.com/ for our address or our email address, should you wish to receive further information.
When there are issues to be discussed in a group the talking stick can be used as a reminder that the person holding the stick has the floor and that the other members of the group are to allow the stick holder to have his/her say without interruption. Not only that, but the others must listen attentively and really "hear" what the speaker is saying. When the speaker is done, the stick is handed to the next person and the process is repeated.
This can work well in a family when resolving a disagreement, as long as all members respectfully use the talking stick. Talking sticks are not there to enable gripe sessions, they are there to help you state your feelings and opinions so that the others understand where you're coming from.
Board meetings would probably benefit from the use of a talking stick. Really any group meeting from prayer circles, to spiritual meetings, to business meetings could use the talking sticks.
Our sticks are adorned with fur, feathers and crystals. These all have meaning. A note comes with each talking stick describing the materials adorning it.
You can purchase a talking stick at our store, Moonstone Path, in lovely Byron, Ontario. Go to http://www.moonstonepath.com/ for our address or our email address, should you wish to receive further information.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
When things don't go as expected
I don't know, maybe I was being a tad unrealistic, but I was expecting sales to be more than this. OK, I know that this is the slowest retail season of the year. OK, I know that the economy has been kicked in the teeth and we are all suffering from this unpleasant state of affairs. Logically I realize that slow sales (or as in today's case) almost no sales is to be expected. But, dammit, my business bank account has taken a nose dive, bills are coming in and I have a vague feeling that the people that sent these bills are expecting to be paid.
There has been a definite feeling of self-doubt floating in the air. Optimism has suffered a blow. Worry and anxiety are taking residence within my head while shoving out confidence and self-esteem.
Now, if this was happening to a friend while I cosily was raking in the moolah, or at least meeting my financial obligations, I would be saying to Friend "The universe is just testing you. Keep believing in yourself and what you do, and the money will come. This is just a temporary state, things will get better. Listen to Esther Hicks and her Law of Attraction books." Today, If I were the said "Friend", I would probably punch me in the mouth, or, being non-violent would probably say to me to go fly a kite (of something slightly more profane).
Obviously this is not the right attitude to have, but it is an attitude that has been creeping in lately. "Reality is an illusion" HAH tell that to the phone company. "Visualize what you want and feeeeellll like it has already happened--HAH tell that to the landlord.
These negative and pissed off attitudes have been my companions these last couple of weeks. And you know what, though they reflect what I really feel, they have not done anything for me except feed into my self-pity and FEAR.
So, even though it is going to be next to impossible (did I mention a sore jaw (TMJ?) and hemorroids) I am going to eat (when it doesn't hurt too much), breathe, live and affirm that everything will work out, sales will be made to meet my financial goals, and that I already feeeelll like a prosperous, savy business woman.
I can't hurt (much). All I know is that my present state of FEAR is poison to me emotionally and physically.
There has been a definite feeling of self-doubt floating in the air. Optimism has suffered a blow. Worry and anxiety are taking residence within my head while shoving out confidence and self-esteem.
Now, if this was happening to a friend while I cosily was raking in the moolah, or at least meeting my financial obligations, I would be saying to Friend "The universe is just testing you. Keep believing in yourself and what you do, and the money will come. This is just a temporary state, things will get better. Listen to Esther Hicks and her Law of Attraction books." Today, If I were the said "Friend", I would probably punch me in the mouth, or, being non-violent would probably say to me to go fly a kite (of something slightly more profane).
Obviously this is not the right attitude to have, but it is an attitude that has been creeping in lately. "Reality is an illusion" HAH tell that to the phone company. "Visualize what you want and feeeeellll like it has already happened--HAH tell that to the landlord.
These negative and pissed off attitudes have been my companions these last couple of weeks. And you know what, though they reflect what I really feel, they have not done anything for me except feed into my self-pity and FEAR.
So, even though it is going to be next to impossible (did I mention a sore jaw (TMJ?) and hemorroids) I am going to eat (when it doesn't hurt too much), breathe, live and affirm that everything will work out, sales will be made to meet my financial goals, and that I already feeeelll like a prosperous, savy business woman.
I can't hurt (much). All I know is that my present state of FEAR is poison to me emotionally and physically.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Our store, my store what's the dif?
In a previous blog, I implied, OK, I unequivocally stated that our store was my store, meaning MY store and not mine and hubby's. EH EH, I was kidding... really. I can get a little possessive.
But to give credit where credit is due, hubby has been putting in as much sweat and tears and money (actually more money) as I have. He gives me good advice, which I sometimes follow. He keeps me grounded when I'm flying off in 16 different directions. He does the stuff I'm not good at, like hanging the curtains. Or that I don't feel like doing, like taxes. He is sooooo supportive, which I sometimes forget to acknowledge.
Moonstone Path is our project. It is our business venture. I may forget this sometimes, but hubby's constant involvement and input assures me that I am not in this alone.
But to give credit where credit is due, hubby has been putting in as much sweat and tears and money (actually more money) as I have. He gives me good advice, which I sometimes follow. He keeps me grounded when I'm flying off in 16 different directions. He does the stuff I'm not good at, like hanging the curtains. Or that I don't feel like doing, like taxes. He is sooooo supportive, which I sometimes forget to acknowledge.
Moonstone Path is our project. It is our business venture. I may forget this sometimes, but hubby's constant involvement and input assures me that I am not in this alone.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Self-Promotion
When a friend of mine and I were brainstorming on how to get my business known in the community, she suggested an interview with the newspaper to promote my store. If I had a choice of walking barefoot on hot coals or promoting myself, I would go with the hot coals. I don't know what it is about talking about myself or my business, but I break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.
I love the product I sell, I love my little shop, and I can rhapsodize about my candles, crystals, singing bowls, scarves, spiritual books when I talk to my friends and customers, but in an interview format, I freeze up. I'm not good at networking either. I also take a lousy picture, and usually those newspaper articles include a picture of the owner. My best side is the one on my profile.
So, bottom line, I'll have to think of another way to make myself and Moonstone Path known to the public. Ahem...Look out London (Ontario) there's a new store in town. Best little body,mind and spirit shop around. Wait, that sounds like the line "Best little whorehouse in Texas" from the movie whose title I don't remember, just that it was a comedy.
Not good.
I love the product I sell, I love my little shop, and I can rhapsodize about my candles, crystals, singing bowls, scarves, spiritual books when I talk to my friends and customers, but in an interview format, I freeze up. I'm not good at networking either. I also take a lousy picture, and usually those newspaper articles include a picture of the owner. My best side is the one on my profile.
So, bottom line, I'll have to think of another way to make myself and Moonstone Path known to the public. Ahem...Look out London (Ontario) there's a new store in town. Best little body,mind and spirit shop around. Wait, that sounds like the line "Best little whorehouse in Texas" from the movie whose title I don't remember, just that it was a comedy.
Not good.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Debit Machines do not bite.
Got my debit/credit machine activated shortly after we opened our (by our I mean MY) store. I had not used a debit machine (as a vendor) in a long time, and remembering only the unfortunate occasions that I screwed up at the last retail place I worked, I felt a little nervous about this little bit of store technology.
My youngest child was in the store and I was showing her the ropes because she was going to mind the store later on in the week. When it came to the subject of the debit machine, we both stared at it as if it would jump up and bite us like a rattlesnake. It looked so threatening sitting there on the counter, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to ruin our feeling of well-being.
As it happened, Julie's friend decided to buy something (bless his heart) and used his debit card. With breath held, we processed the transaction...and it failed. I KNEW IT!! TECHNOLOGY DOES NOT LIKE ME. After a moment of panic, and frantically looking up instructions, we retried the transaction, and it worked fine. The money even automatically transfered to my bank account, which means I don't have to do a batch thing. Goody.
I have since then done another debit transaction and it was smooth sailing. I feel like a pro. Now I worry about those credit cards with a chip in them.
Affirmation: I am capable of handling a rattlesnake--I mean a debit machine--without getting bit (bitten?).
My youngest child was in the store and I was showing her the ropes because she was going to mind the store later on in the week. When it came to the subject of the debit machine, we both stared at it as if it would jump up and bite us like a rattlesnake. It looked so threatening sitting there on the counter, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to ruin our feeling of well-being.
As it happened, Julie's friend decided to buy something (bless his heart) and used his debit card. With breath held, we processed the transaction...and it failed. I KNEW IT!! TECHNOLOGY DOES NOT LIKE ME. After a moment of panic, and frantically looking up instructions, we retried the transaction, and it worked fine. The money even automatically transfered to my bank account, which means I don't have to do a batch thing. Goody.
I have since then done another debit transaction and it was smooth sailing. I feel like a pro. Now I worry about those credit cards with a chip in them.
Affirmation: I am capable of handling a rattlesnake--I mean a debit machine--without getting bit (bitten?).
Monday, January 19, 2009
I'm baaaack
Ahhh, it's good to be posting again. Been a busy girl lately. I've opened my store, it's perfect and I am really, really exhausted.
Who would have thought opening a small store (and I mean tiny) would be such hard work. From cleaning to painting to shampooing rugs to moving my stock and shelving to setting up to attending to stuff like insurance, phone hook up, internet (oh my God what a headache), to acquiring a debit machine (which intimidates the hell out of me). This gal is pooped.
Opened this past Friday. It was cold and snowy. Had a few customers and loved every minute of it. Saturday - blizzard. Had a few more customers. Really can't wait till spring. My store is in an old building. The floor is cold. My toes are numb all day long. I don't care. I love being a business owner.
Debit machines are supposed to be user friendly. I have made one transaction on it and managed to screw it up. Fixed the problem, but my thrill of having a debit machine is gone and replaced by apprehension. Why don't electronic things like me. Maybe because I don't like them.
Ummmm could be. OK, new affirmation of the day: I liiiiike electronic things like remote controls, DVD players, cell phones. I really really like them, and they really really like me. There, I feel much better. Alright Debit Machine, I'm ready to bond. I can feel the love already.
Who would have thought opening a small store (and I mean tiny) would be such hard work. From cleaning to painting to shampooing rugs to moving my stock and shelving to setting up to attending to stuff like insurance, phone hook up, internet (oh my God what a headache), to acquiring a debit machine (which intimidates the hell out of me). This gal is pooped.
Opened this past Friday. It was cold and snowy. Had a few customers and loved every minute of it. Saturday - blizzard. Had a few more customers. Really can't wait till spring. My store is in an old building. The floor is cold. My toes are numb all day long. I don't care. I love being a business owner.
Debit machines are supposed to be user friendly. I have made one transaction on it and managed to screw it up. Fixed the problem, but my thrill of having a debit machine is gone and replaced by apprehension. Why don't electronic things like me. Maybe because I don't like them.
Ummmm could be. OK, new affirmation of the day: I liiiiike electronic things like remote controls, DVD players, cell phones. I really really like them, and they really really like me. There, I feel much better. Alright Debit Machine, I'm ready to bond. I can feel the love already.
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