More Than Just a Smile

When we were young, my sister and I were often late as we made our way to church on Sunday mornings. As we hurried along, we would invariably cross a man we knew as Mr. Q coming back from the previous mass.

We knew he lived somewhere down the street from us, but we had never really spoken to him. Crossing each other as we did almost every Sunday, it seemed the most natural thing for us to acknowledge each other with a smile.

But the peculiar thing about Mr. Q, is that he always seemed to have a vague, but pleasant smile on his face even before we actually came face to face with him. It was as if his face had a default setting programmed to have a smile ready, along with the slightest of nods, just in case anyone happened to look his way.

He’d never look directly at anyone and his smile seemed (to us a least), to be up there for grabs, for anyone who happened to be looking in that direction.

Of course this would amuse us no end and we never seemed to tire of chuckling over his shyness, week after week.

A few days ago I found myself recalling this incident as I pondered about how we relate, as we interact with each other.

Each of us is part of a larger consciousness and therefore part of a bigger picture, like drops in a pool. I firmly believe that this pool is like a cyberspace of ‘thought’. Every thought that has been thought exists within that pool in an intangible form. And like Mr. Q’s smile, this thought is up for grabs for anyone who happens to be in the vibrational vicinity of receiving it.

Hasn’t it happened often enough, that the person you’re thinking about just happens to call up, seemingly out of the blue? We put it down as ‘coincidence’ but as I understand it now, it is simply one thought, rendezvousing with another thought which happens to be on the same wavelength. Often this resonance is strong enough that it causes an actual real-life experience to unfold.

For most of us, it’s easier to accept an experience like this as coincidence, rather than a manifestation of something that’s going on at a vibrational or thought level within us, which causes the experience.

I’ve always had an insatiable desire to understand exactly how life works. And now that I have a steady enough concept of how Law of Attraction operates, everything has become a lot clearer for me. I’m absolutely fascinated with how consistent this universal law is, and eager enough to share my insights with anyone who’s listening.

Writing my blog is pretty much putting my personal thinking out into that cyberspace of thought and I can’t help feeling a teeny thrill knowing that I have shared my ‘two bits’ with the world at large – very much like Mr. Q’s smile.

Some will resonate with what I have to say while others may not. Yet others may take my ideas, reuse them in their own way, content that they have found resonance within their own little circles.

But like Mr. Q, I’m just satisfied with having ‘smiled’ my thoughts unto the Universe.

© 2018 G.A.I.L

Bringing Things into Focus

I was thinking about focus the other day, and somehow just the word ‘focus’ managed to trigger a memory that made me smile.

Around eight years ago my husband and I had taken the boys for a movie. It was ‘Karate Kid’ and as we left the theatre, the words of Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) were still echoing in my mind. ‘Focus. You need more focus’.

As we walked across the concreted area to the car park I couldn’t resist doing my own playful impersonation of Jackie Chan. With mock seriousness, I pointed my index and middle fingers towards my eyes the way Jackie Chan had done and said to the boys, ‘You need to focus’. At that precise moment my foot caught on the wooden projection of a planter and a second later I found myself in a heap on the ground!

Even though I was caught off guard, my sense of humour kicked in and I began to laugh. My husband and boys were startled, to say the least. One minute I was right beside them and the next minute I was not! They hurried to help me up and I simply couldn’t help chuckling, even as I saw the concern in their eyes. It was the sheer incongruousness of the situation that had me heartily amused. Here I was talking about focus and managed to accomplish the exact opposite!

Eight years later I can view this incident with fresh understanding, based on what I’ve discovered through my life experience since then.

You see, I’m pretty much sold on to the idea that we create our own reality by our outlook, perspectives and everything in between.

All of us have a mix of thoughts because we have many things going on in different areas of our life. It is the net balance of thoughts/feelings that determine our point of attraction and how experiences manage to unfold in our lives in real time. We recognise some of them when they present as ‘coincidences’ and often these delightful events have us quite intrigued.

I have never been quite the focused person I’d like to be. I used to attribute it to the fact that motherhood demanded that I multitask, but I’m not so sure about that. I tend to begin many projects at the same time and they mature into completion slowly and steadily, based on the time I’m able to fuel them with.

This trait does not particularly bother me and I’m still able to function pretty satisfyingly despite it. But as I see it in hindsight, the incident that unfolded was a superb blend of everything I had bubbling vibrationally within me. The juxtaposition of my somewhat unfocused ways against this playful ‘intent to focus’ caused a ripple in my vibration, highlighting the fact that my lack of focus was my stumbling block—quite literally!!

There are some things we’ll never know for sure and my speculations may seem as sketchy as perhaps the interpretation of a dream. But my cheerful curiosity and theories about life in all its facets, is certainly food for thought—even though I’ll admit we all have way different tastes and palates!

© 2018 G.A.I.L

The Cookie Thief

I absolutely love this poem and can’t help sharing it. Not only is it beautifully written, but it makes such an excellent point!

THE COOKIE THIEF     by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . . grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

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I dare say all of us are guilty of going down unnecessary rabbit holes once in a while, based on a perception that may be clouded or incorrect. I think this poem is a perfect reminder of just how human we all are!

© 2018 G.A.I.L