My Juicy Manifesto on Love

By Teresa M Goetz

SO, this is sort of my mini, juicy manifesto on love. Dig in.

Did you know that you can actually cultivate more love within yourself? Love is not something that happens to you, it is something that is in you. 

Teresa M Goetz

My constant refrain is to always be aware of your thoughts because they create your emotions. And your thoughts can generate love within you.

Love is something within you; it is the condition of your heart. You can "recondition" your heart by thinking loving thoughts and by having the awareness of love.

This one is simple. It really is. It starts with a simple thought: everything is love.

When you believe (and to believe, just start with wanting and trying to believe) that every interaction is love, you begin to see every interaction as "holy".

Your own vibration emanates from you in wordless communication.

What you think about, you feel. When you feel it, those you interact with also feel it, at least on a subconscious level. Since we are all connected, this isn't really surprising, is it?

Love can become the way you approach everything in your life. One of my favorite simple quotes, by Byron Katie, is that you learn to "love what is".

That doesn't mean that things won't change, because the one constant in life, of course, is change.

But that's the point. Loving what is means you accept responsibility for creating your own reality, for who you are in this moment, and for the beautiful life that you are gifted.

When you love what is, you will have more to love because you are living in the vibration of love, in every moment of your life.

Another fun fact about love is that love is a magnet for more love. The more you love, the more you have to love. And the more your life is filled with... love.

Try this: hug someone. Then hug someone and think about how much you love them. Hold them a bit longer. Feel that?

THAT is the love that is there for you at any time, and accessible for you whenever you want it. Even when you are not with the person.

Even if you don't have that person. Even if you just want to have that person. It starts from within you.

Remember, thoughts create emotion. Often your emotion feels spontaneous, but it is actually preceded by a rapid-fire thought process you probably weren't aware of.

Touch someone absent-mindedly. Touch yourself absent-mindedly. Then touch with the thought of love. Do you notice how your sense of touch is heightened?

Your body changes, softens. Your mind relaxes a bit. THAT is the natural state we can move into, if we choose.

I know it is hard when you are scared and lonely, or when things don't seem to be going your way. But open your heart and mind to the thought of love and beauty.

Begin to think of yourself as courageous, beautiful, splendid, magnificent, capable and strong. Think loving thoughts about yourself.

The creator did not choose one to be happy and one to be sad or lonely. Your perceptions that you are unlovable are what need to change. We are all born equally loved and lovable.

So how do you cultivate love? By thinking loving thoughts, feeling the love swell in your heart-space.

If you want to move out of fear and into love, begin to allow yourself to replace the fearful thoughts with simple thoughts of things you love: your pet, a family member, an incredibly gorgeous flower.

Begin to fill your mind with things you do love. (You will find that you love many, many things indeed!) Feel that. Breathe that.

Do it daily and often. You will begin to experience love on a more consistent basis. When you do this consistently, you build the "muscle" of love. Actually, it's kind of like compounded love interest.

When you replace fear with love, life looks a whole lot different, doesn't it?

Wishing you buckets of loving thoughts and experiences of love on a daily basis. Watch your world change... with compounded interest!

Teri Goetz, CPC, MS, L.Ac. is fiercely committed to helping women transform what they believe is possible for themselves so they reclaim their excitement and passion for what's next and wake up every day to a life they love.

By showing women how to reconnect with those alive and juicy parts of themselves, Teri shows women how to merge the very best of who they are now with that spark, energy and enthusiasm for life they once felt years ago.

If you are looking for a wise, spiritually-grounded expert to help you reconnect with that passion and purpose deep inside of you, push aside your fears, and find what's been missing in your life, you've come to the right place.

With more than 22 years of experience, Teri can help you transform your fears, doubts and old stories into a new life of unshakeable confidence and joy. http://www.healthybeing.com teresa@healthybeing.com

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SHMILY!

 By John Lee and Laura Jeanne Allen

As a subscriber to Bob Proctor's 'Insight Of The Day', every Friday I receive an inspiring and uplifting story. And here's one I especially wanted to share.

It's by a lady called Laura Jeanne Allen and first appeared in the book, 'Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul'. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Best wishes,

John

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up.

Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace.

This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love – one that is pure and enduring.

However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games – it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble.

My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings – a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life – my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore.

For a while, grandpa went to church alone, praying for God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.

"SHMILY" There it was again – scrawled in bright yellow ink on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her very softly. Through his tears and grief, the old song came, a deep throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

"S-h-m-i-l-y....... See How Much I Love You!"

Laura Jeanne Allen