“What are you manifesting in your life this year?” Uh. Utter contempt for people who ask questions like that. I can’t say I wanted to hit the last person I heard using the word “manifest” in a sentence. (And for all I know it was me.) But man, isn’t it annoying?
The only phrase I’m more annoyed by in recent years is, “Everything happens for a reason.” Don’t even get me started about that one. Yes, there are reasons for some things. Like, maybe the reason I punched you is because you say insensitive things like, “Everything happens for a reason.”
Actually, I’ve never punched anyone. I’m a reformed pencil breaker, a recovered door slammer. That’s the extent of my violent behavior.
The reason I’m blogging today isn’t to spew bitter attacks into the ether, it’s to show you this cool coincidence. You, over there, the one thinking, “There are no coincidences,” go manifest a corner and stand in it before I break your pencil.
“You sound angry, Ruth.” Welcome to planet earth where life is filled with suffering followed by death.
“But there is beauty everywhere.” Oh right . . . I was saying . . . . check this out.
Two weeks ago, I did my first art journal page. Here it is.
I was kind of surprised with the colors I ended up using — which felt like random choices at the time. When I saw the finished page, I thought: hmm, maybe I’m more passionate than I realize.
Flash forward to the other day. I walked at the beach, treating myself to a view of the sunset. (Note: it wasn’t a manifestation, it was a treat.)
The early night sky over the pacific ocean filled with reds and yellows.
I couldn’t help but think of my “Experience” page.
A friend of mine remarked of the setting sun recently, “That’s tomorrow over there.”
I like that. I think there are going to be some wonderful experiences coming up.