The Secret Is Wags

Ducky turns one year old in a week.  Hard to believe.  I can still close my eyes and feel that warm little ball of wiggles I held in my arms when we brought her home last October.  Tim says he vaguely remembers being able to carry her around.  She’s now almost 45 pounds of mostly spring-generated muscle.

Since Ducky is my greatest and most consistent source of joy (she’s sort of like a cannon that shoots me into the Vortex), I decided to spend a couple bucks for the props to stage a good Ducky birthday picture for The Joyful Springer (it will be on the site on the 24^th).   So a few days ago, Tim and I stopped in Wal-mart to get a birthday hat and balloon.

As we were heading through the store, we heard two little kids singing:  “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Mary, happy birthday to you.”  They were off key in the extreme, but what they lacked in musical ability they made up for in enthusiasm.

I smiled because I thought that was pretty amazing.  Here we were to buy birthday items, and these kids were singing “Happy Birthday.”

The children were maybe three to five years old, a boy and a girl.  Both were in a cart and both had big smiles on their faces.

After the first round of singing, they started over.  This time, they sang happy birthday to Shannon.  Then it was a round to David.  Then it was a round to Brianna.  And it went on.

“It sounds like they’re singing happy birthday to everyone they know,” Tim said.

I nodded, smiling even wider.

These kids were having SO much fun.  Their mom was busy shopping, and they were oblivious to that.  They were just singing at the top of their lungs, happy as could be.

“I want to be a little kid,” I said.  “No worries.  No figuring out how to get money or what to do next.  Kids just have fun.”

“Then be a little kid,” Tim said.

I looked at him.

“Be a kid,” he repeated.  “Forget worries.  Stop figuring things out.  Just have fun.”

I watched the kids again.  I could feel the relief surge through me. Yes!

Of course, Tim and I were describing the Vortex.  Though I’ve been in the vicinity of the Vortex more in the last month or so than I have in the last year, I realized as I listened to those exuberant children that I still wasn’t there as much as I wanted, and I may not have been there when I thought I was there.  I know I rarely felt like those singing kids did.

I thought I was allowing things to fall into place, but I was still trying to figure things out.  Yes, I had accepted what is, and yes, I had my mind on what I wanted instead of what is.  Still, I was spending too much time thinking about HOW to put what I wanted into place.  In other words, I was acting happy but I wasn’t truly vibrating happy.

Real Happy

I left Wal-mart singing, “Happy happy day to me, happy happy day to me, happy happy day, dear Ande, happy happy day to me.”  It made me grin like an idiot.  I’m pretty sure that’s the feeling of the Vortex.

That day in Wal-mart, those children serenaded dozens of people.  I watched many blank or frowning faces transform into relaxed and happy faces as people turned toward the sound of the singing. Sometimes we don’t even notice that we’re not in joy until we see or hear joy.  Then as our energy shifts to match it, we realize we had been a long way from it.

Pay close attention to how you feel.  Are you happy or are you just acting happy?  The law of attraction doesn’t care how you’re acting.  It cares about how you are, or more specifically, how your vibration is.

You can’t fake vibration, and vibration is what attracts.

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