Excellent blog. Need to read to keep my head on straight!

Where Your Attention Goes, Energy Flows

What you resist persists and what you “fight” grows. Where your attention goes, energy flows. 

Are you the victim? Is the world against you? Are you the “sick one”? Does no-one understand you? If you believe the world is full of hardship and struggles, then surely, hardships and struggles will surround you.

Do you tell yourself over and over how fat you are, how stupid, lame, ugly, undeserving? Then that is your reality.

Maybe not to others, but to yourself: and your opinion of you, sweet friend, is all that matters.

Great blog! I will be reading this to help me keep my head straight!

Your thoughts create your reality.

In the 7 Huna Life Principles the first one is:

“IKE” the world is what you believe it to be.

People that live their lives being afraid of “not enough.”  Not enough money, time, energy. They are “not enough” to  be worthy of love and compassion. So, of course, that is their reality.

The world is what you believe it to be. 

Where your attention goes, energy flows.

Aint that the truth. Good blog to help you quit being your own worse enemy.

 

Take a minute and answer these questions: be honest with your anwers, don’t write what you wished you believe. Write what you believe, deep down inside. You can’t lie to yourself.

~I think the world is…..

~I think I am….

~I think people are……

~I think my job is….

~I think my finances are….

This is your current truth. Does it show you why your reality is what it is?

Give yourself over to love, happiness, and gratitude . Be kind, be merciful, be giving. As you do these things you will find a world that reflects back to you love, joy, mercy, and abundance.

That is the reality I want for you. That is the place you deserve to reside in.

Start today.

Thank you for taking time out of your busy life to read my words. It humbles me. 

Sending you love and prayers for peace.

T

Gratefullty

A Granny Witch Here Amongst Us In the Appalachian Mountains

The Mountain Muse and Regular Ol’ Queen has provided us with another sweet bit ‘o honey to dive into and relish. She speaks with the voice of our Appalachian Mountains, she weaves and sings and paints the picture of our past. Take time to savor……Ms. Anna Wess from Appalachian Ink…..

Now it was in the Springtime, as I recollect it, when the mountain was dotted with petite dabs of fresh pale green, a virginal shade from the Master artist’s sage palette, when I sat at the dinette in Granny’s modest kitchen, looking out the window at the blooming redbuds that stood out like merry boughs of cotton candy along the hillside. Winter had retreated, and the whole blooming world seemed to rise up from the dead.

It was that day that I first saw Granny’s cookbook.

Her spindly fingers found the pages she sought out quickly. It was nothing more than a spiral bound notebook, truth be told, the page edges frayed and tattered with several decades or more of elbow grease, garden soil, and good ol’ Granny magic.

On, magic indeed. Now Granny would have never proclaimed herself to have ever been more than a mountain sister, a daughter of the Highlands, or one of the heirs to the Appalachian throne of mystery and the craft of her fore-mothers and the wild blue.

I said, “Granny, what you got in that book?”

“Nothin’ I don;t know already,” she said.

Now Granny never did read the words in that tattered cookbook; she knew all the recipes already, like she’d said. Instead she took out a pencil from her silverware drawer and made notes in the margins as I watched on.

Granny was older than those pages, and I’d once asked her just how many years; old she was. She had laughed and opened her mouth wide enough for me to get a glimpse of her sparkling gold eye tooth-an honest to God golden tooth!- and then she told me should couldn’t say it would likely scare me to death.

Granny was so old that she appeared to me like a candle that had been burning from both ends, and the wax of her had melted into a shapeless, expressionless, indomitable figure that more a red gingham apron and a high and mighty mound of graying black hair that sat atop her resolute form in a mess of bobby pins and whorls of practicality. Her lips were thin and intentional, her words firm and absolute, She was oddly beautiful.

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I feel blessed to call these Appalachian Mountains my home. Our people were hard working, smart folks, that built their lives around love, honor, integrity, humbleness.

I am convinced, mountain people are the best kinda people, and I am honored to be one.

Thank you for taking time to read my words, it humbles me.

Sending you love and prayers for peace.

T

We turned a 125 year old church into our home. Come see our adventure.

Converting a Church Into Our Home: Steeple

The 125 year old church remodel is complete!

We have successfully converted a church into our home. We now live in our new, to us, old home …….and I am completely in love ♥ with our church home.

I am not a photographer or interior designer, I am just a person that freaking. absolutely. adores. this little old church in these beautiful mountains and I want to share it with you.

Remodeling this church into our home.

A picture of our Church Home when she was actually a church.

Converting a church into our home has been the adventure of a lifetime.

I have learned many things about myself during this adventure. The difficult times pushed me to be better than I thought I could be. I struggled to remain in the moment at times, but I did it!

I also managed to not murder my husband or kids through this.

I have met some new friends and reconnected with old ones.

I learned that contractor time is different than regular people time.  For example “I will be there in the morning” means sometime before 9pm. “it will take about a week” actually is about 2 weeks, or maybe a month.

I also learned that remodeling is hard work.

I mean hard, back breaking, work. I have a whole new respect for people who do this day in and day out. (sheeze, I thought nursing was hard!)

Click here to see pictures from the beginning of this adventure.

These are some photos of before we started working. Looking at them makes me cringe. What if this beautiful little church had been allowed to just disappear?

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Originally you could not see the bell from inside the church. It was sealed off by the ceiling. The bell is embossed with the year 1860 on it. (I think that is right, unfortunately I don’t have a picture of the date) It is also stamped with the word “Hillsboro”,

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You can look up into the bell tower from the dining room table. My sons’ bed is currently in the bell tower. He wakes up with the bell about 30 feet above his head. I would be lying if I said this hasn’t caused him a small amount of anxiety. The pictures shows  the bell tower being insulated, glass installed around the bell, and tin put up. A light shines up on the bell and another one shines down on it.

Our little church house looks like a lighthouse in these Appalachian Mountains.

Beckoning us home.

We all deserve this kind of peaceful place to call home.

Remember this my friends, you deserve peace, you deserve to be happy, you deserve a life you are excited to live.

Thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read my words.

It humbles me.

Sending you love and prayers for peace.

T

If you can conceive it and believe it (that's the hard part) you can achieve it. www.gratefullty.com

What The Mind Can Conceive

 

Hello from the other side!

I survived remodeling a 125 year old church at breakneck speed, moving whilst my family was dying from Influenza A (well not officially dying, but close), working seven 12 hour days straight, then going to Disney World. The undisputed, most unrestful vacation spot on earth.

I might be a slight bit touched as my Momaw would say.

Or maybe just overly optimistic,

Or it could be, as my father so eloquently preached. What the mind can conceive, and believe, it can achieve. My brain conceived that I could achieve these lofty goals: then I believed I could, so guess what?

I did.

I am living in our little church home, after a wonderful vacation.

(By the way, Disney can be immensely enjoyed without obsessive planning.)

Who knew?

When we began the adventure of turning a dilapidated, 125 year old, one room church, into a home, it took vision. It took being able to see past what was there now and seeing what could be.

I  used the power of gratitude and  a vision board to make this dream a reality. I wanted to create a simpler life for me and my family. I wanted to live in a space that made my soul feel satisfied, and now I do.

Our minds are very powerful.

Our thoughts are energy.

The energy from our thoughts helps  create our reality.

During the middle of all the chaos of moving my Dad sent me a copy of a sermon he preached a few years back. Reading the words helped me remember how I started on the journey of controlling my thoughts in order to create my best life.  I hope his words can inspire you to start controlling your thoughts and creating the life you’ve always wanted to live.

These are the words of Paul David Crawford:

“You are what you eat. You are a product of your raising …….”      that is what people say.

I say: you are what you think you are.

People socialize with, date, and marry the person they feel they deserve. They create the life they believe they deserve to have.

We currently are what we believed we were going to be in the past.

Clement Stone said: “What the mind of man can conceive, and believe, it can achieve.”

If this is the case,  what keeps us from getting where we want to go or being who we want to be?

It is the failure to set goals?

It is fear.

Humans tend to fear failure, we fear the unknown, we fear danger.

We don’t realize that……

It is more dangerous for a plane to sit on the ground than to fly.

More dangerous for a ship to sit in harbor than to be at sea.

More dangerous not to plant the crops than plant them.

The danger of failure and harm, sometimes prevents us from setting goals. If we don’t overcome those fears we can never move forward.

If we never pick up a ball bat from fear of missing the ball, we miss the ball 100% of the time.

Matthew 6:27 says this:  Which of you, by taking thought, can add one cubic inch unto his stature? Matthew 6:31 Therefore take no thought saying What shall we eat? or What shall we drink? or Wherewithal shall we be clothed? But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. 34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

 

Decide what you want your life to look like…..make a plan, get a map….start the journey,

today.

Our life is what we believed, at some point, it would be. Control your thoughts, Control your life.

What the mind can conceive.

Negative or positive, shows up in your life.

What do you believe you deserve in life?  Way down deep, do you believe you deserve to be happy? What thoughts do you think about yourself? Are they love filled? Are they kind? Are they fear based? The answers to these questions are what creates the life you live.

Look around you, your life is a reflection of your past thoughts.

If you want different, start thinking different.

Start acting like you want to be. 

Fake it till you make it. 

Control your mind.

Make a plan, take action today, create the life you deserve to live!

Thank you for taking your time to read my words, it humbles me.

Sending you love and prayers for peace.

T

What the mind can conceive, and believe, it can achieve. -Clement Stone