Law of Attraction Results
When I’m on a self-improvement plan, be it a diet, exercise program or integrating a new awareness like the one I’m writing about here, I find it tough to stick to making inner or outer changes if I don’t see results.
Trying to create reality by feeling good is especially challenging. I think it will be easier to remain dedicated to shifting my thoughts if I make it a point to look for results of the law of attraction in action in my life. If I can look for and find things that I’m attracting by my attention to them, it will make it easier to focus my thoughts on what I want. Results of deliberate creation, deliberate manifestation and synchronicity will help me stay on track.
Abraham-Hicks says:
“You say, “May I have…” or, “I would really like to have…” or, “What I really want is…” and you can name anything under the sun that you can conjure, and the Universe calmly says, “Here it is,” because it is known by All-That-Is that anything that you desire—can be. So, “Yes, here it is.”"
I believe this, but I forget it WAY to much. I’m recording the results of what the universe brings me here. If you have some results of your own, please share it by leaving a comment. The more we can remind each other of how the universe responds to our focused intention and thought, the easier it will be for us to create our reality and manifest what we want.
Here’s what I’ve attracted:
“The Proof Is In The Pudding” (2/17/10)
I was talking to Tim about something, and I used the cliché, “The proof is in the pudding.” Since Tim doesn’t remember anything before 2006, most clichés are foreign to him, so I asked him if he knew what that meant. He said he had heard that one and he did know what it meant.
A half hour after this conversation, I was reading something on the internet, something that included the phrase, “the proof is in the pudding.”
I hadn’t said or read or heard that cliché in years, and there it was, twice in a half hour.
Mexican Food (2/18/10)
All week, I was thinking about Mexican food. I wanted cheese enchiladas, refried beans, and rice. I wanted to go out to eat, but that’s not something I was going to spend my money on at this point. Tim mentioned he wanted cheese enchiladas too.
Night before last, my friend, Kathy, called and said she and her partner were taking us out for Mexican food the next day. No arguments.
How about that? Tim and I both had cheese enchiladas, refried beans, and rice. We manifested what we wanted in less than a week. Kathy and Lyn have never taken us out to eat before, so this wasn’t a usual occurrence.
Plastic Golf Balls (2/19/10)
Two days ago, I offhandedly asked Tim, “What happened to all those Wiffle golf balls Ducky used to play with?” (These were plastic golf balls with holes in them, and Tim gave her five to play with when we first got her in October. She loved to toss them up in the air and pounce on them.) Tim said, “They’re probably under the sofa or something.”
This morning, I got up a lot earlier than I normally do. Because I got up so early, I took Ducky to the forest and let Tim sleep in. When we got home, I had to take her in our exercise room, where we have a TV and an office chair in addition to our exercise stuff, because she kept trying to scratch on the bedroom door to wake up her Daddy. Confining Ducky to that room is something Tim’s been doing since we got Ducky. Not one time in the four months we’ve had her have I been the one to hang out in there with her. He does it for me because he gets up earlier.
So I’m sitting on the floor with Ducky, and I’m watching the Olympics on TV (an old console TV that sits on the floor), and I spot a Wiffle golf ball under the TV. I get it out and, in the process, find another one.
Delighted, Ducky starts playing with them. She tosses one behind a trunk. I move the trunk, and I find a third one.
Interesting manifesting, huh?
Robin Wright Penn (2/20/10)
On Friday, we were talking to our friends, Kathy and Lyn, about the movie, Princess Bride. Amazingly, they hadn’t seen it. They asked who was in it. We listed some of the actors/actresses, including Robin Wright Penn.
The next night, we arbitrarily decided to watch the movie, Unbreakable. Guess who was in it? Yep. Robin Wright Penn.
I hadn’t seen her or heard a reference to her in years. And there she was, twice in two days.
Ducky’s Friend, Dixie (2/21/10)
Tim and I were walking Ducky in the forest. I said I’d love for her to be able to play with Dixie today. I was thinking about how she played with Dixie a week ago and had so much fun.
Ten minutes later, we turned a corner, and here came Dixie and her people, Mel and Dean. We do see Mel and Dean occasionally in the woods, but not everyday, and we hadn’t seen them in a week.
Reference to Paz’s Postcards (2/21/10)
I was looking at a friend’s blog, Paz’s New York Minute, and I was thinking her pictures would make great postcards. I noticed she had a shop link and I checked it out. I meant to ask her how the sales of those cards were going but I forgot.
Within a week of checking her shop, she mentioned her shop in an e-mail and told me she was going to have some cards printed up to sell on a different website.
Blue Feathers (2/22/10)
Last week, I read about testing the law of attraction by manifesting a blue feather. It didn’t strike me as a great way of testing the law of attraction so I didn’t set out to manifest a feather.
But yesterday, when I got back in my 4runner after Ducky’s and my walk by the bay, I glanced up and noticed (for the first time in months) the feathers I have stuck on the underside of the visor. I haven’t looked at the underside of the visor much because we’ve had rain, rain, rain.
The sun shone through the blue tinting on the upper part of the windshield and the feathers on the visor, which are pale gray, looked pale blue.
Eerie.
Phone Call From Kathy (2/23/10)
Yesterday, I called Kathy but decided not to leave a message when she didn’t pick up the phone. Today, I was thinking about whether to call her now or later that afternoon. Right then, the phone rang. It was Kathy!
A German Shepard (2/24/10)
Kathy and I got together yesterday afternoon for a gab session on the beach. At one point, we talked about our dogs. She and Lyn have a Schnoodle, Jake, who spends most of his time with Lyn. Kathy said jokingly, “Sometimes, I feel left out.” I said, “You need another dog.” She told me that if she got another dog, she’d want it to be a German Shepard because that’s what she’s always had. We talked about her last German Shepard Teaka, who died last year.
An hour or so later, as we were leaving the beach, we saw a person with a German Shepard. Now, this may not seem like a big deal because German Shepards aren’t exactly rare, but I haven’t seen one on the beach in years. And the timing of it–we talk about them and an hour later, we see one. Coincidence? In an ordered universe? I don’t think so.
Writing Courses (2/25/10)
Over the last week or so, I’ve been thinking about creating a series of short videos (powerpoint presentations with audio) on various how to write topics. One such video I did on novel writing has gotten me traffic from youtube to my website that sells a novel writing e-book. I thought if I did more, I could get more traffic to the site.
Today, I got an e-mail from one of my writing coaching clients. She wanted me to take a look at an online writing course she’s considering taking, one that addresses a problem she’s having that I’ve been working on with her. When I went to the site, I found a whole list of how to write topics that gave me great ideas for the videos I was thinking about. It felt like the universe was saying, “You want to do this? Here’s some help.”
Melanie (2/25/10)
For the last year or so, I’ve been working with a distance healer named Melanie–a wonderful, warm, talented healer. I found her through an ad in the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary Magazine, and I originally contacted her regarding my old Springer, Muggins, who passed away in October last year. Muggins was having lots of problems, and Melanie helped tremendously. I’m convinced that her help gave Muggins a few more months of life.
Melanie has worked with me too. In January, we did some releasing work that was very powerful for me. A couple days ago, I was thinking I needed to check in with Melanie. We’ve become friends over the last year, and I hadn’t spoken with her since January.
Today, she called me! And, when we talked, she confirmed thoughts I’d been having about why I’ve not manifested the financial abundance I want. I told her about being able to manifest the small things but not the big things, and she said, “It’s about attachment.” I’d JUST written the blog post about attachment. Talk about law of attraction!
By the way, if you want to consult with Melanie, contact me, and I’ll tell you how to get in touch with her.
Half of $2000!!!!! (2/25/10)
After I watched Shallow Hal on Saturday, I had some insights into what I was seeing with regard to money. I decided to start seeing money everywhere. In other words, I reminded myself that things I was looking at cost money and so they were evidence of the financial abundance in the universe.
I also decided that if I could attract little things, maybe I need to attract small amounts of money just to make me feel a little better. I said, on Sunday (4 days ago), I want $2000.
Today, my mother called and said she wanted to come over for a few minutes. She walked in the door and handed me a check for $1000. “It’s a for-as-long-as-you-need-it loan,” she said. “No interest. Just pay us back when your ship comes in … when you sell a book or whatever.”
Now my parents live on a fixed income. They aren’t rolling in money. But apparently my request for money went out into the universe, and Mom heard it. I accepted the $1000 with great joy and gratitude. I SEE MONEY!! And I know that soon, I’ll be able to pay her back, because I’m getting on a roll here.
Woman In Similar Situation (2/26/10)
I haven’t done anything to promote my self-help website in a very long time. However, a woman stumbled upon an article I’d written about starting over after setbacks, and the article linked to my site, and the woman sent me an e-mail asking if I would be willing to coach her through a life struggle.
Friday, she called me to tell me her story, and it was amazing how similar her situation was to mine. What was interesting about talking to her was that in offering her suggestions to help her move through her “stuckness,” I realized I had a lot of techniques and wisdom I haven’t been applying to my own situation.
The law of attraction brought me a match to my circumstances and awareness of some solutions.
Reference to A Line of Work (2/26/10)
Last week, I looked into a certain type of home based work (I’m not ready to give specifics). It’s unusual work, something to which I haven’t ever seen or heard reference in years.
Friday evening, we had friends over, and one of them asked if I’d ever thought about doing the type of work I’d looked into a week ago. Wow! It was such an odd reference, something you just don’t chat about generally.
Michael Webb (2/27/10)
In the last few weeks, I’ve connected with a woman named Gina Parris, a life coach who is promoting a new e-book on “romance rescue.” She contacted me because I coauthored an e-book on romance several years ago. I talked to her Friday to discuss ways I could help her promote her e-book, and I told her that the author who calls himself Michael Webb is the husband of a friend’s step-daughter. I told Gina I’d try to connect her with my friend to see if Michael could help promote her e-book.
Now, I met the man who calls himself Michael Web in 2006, and I haven’t thought about him since. I just thought of him Friday because he has a romance website (in fact, I had to google his site to find his name–I’d forgotten it).
Yesterday, the day after I spoke to Gina about Michael Webb, I logged into my Clickbank account. I haven’t been on my account page in over two years (Tim is the one who manages our e-book sales accounts). On the home page of Clickbank, prominently placed, was testimonial for Clickbank by Michael Webb! Clickbank handles literally thousands of e-book authors, but Michael Webb’s was the one featured on the home page when I went there. Amazing.
Burns (2/27/10)
Okay, this isn’t something I wanted, but the law of attraction doesn’t care if we want want something or not–it just matches up vibrations.
Saturday, when I was talking to Mom on the phone, she told me about her conversation with a neighbor who has scarred skin from being badly burned when she was a young woman. This was not a story I wanted to hear, mind you, but Mom has a way of blurting out this negative stuff before I can stop her.
Saturday evening, Tim tripped over Ducky’s Kong, fell back, and reached out to catch himself. He put his hand on the hot gas woodstove. He badly burned the tips of two fingers.
When I told my mom about this evidence, she told me that her neighbor had just burned her fingers that morning (she’d not told me that part of the story before).
Ducky Play Date (2/28/10)
Since yesterday, I’ve been thinking I’d like to get Ducky together with her Schnoodle friend, Jake, for a play date. This morning, I called my friend, Kathy (one of Jake’s people), to ask if Ducky and Jake could play. She told me she’d just sent me an e-mail asking me the same question.
The Second Half of $2000 (3/2/10)
About 10 days ago, I said out loud, “I want $2000.” I chose $2000 because I could really believe it was possible to get it. Quite honestly, I thought I was on the verge of landing a freelance gig for which I’d bid, and I expected to get the money that way.
I didn’t get the gig, but I got the $2000 anyway. Last week, I got the first half when my mom unexpectedly gave me a check for $1000.
Right after she gave me that check, I suddenly got an idea to send an e-mail to the subscribers of my writing tips newsletter. In the e-mail, I announced reduced rates on my writing coaching service. I didn’t get any takers at first, but as of Monday, I’d received $1025 in coaching fees with a promise of $300 more coming.
Wow!
I think that’s pretty powerful evidence.
So I’ve decided to focus on more money now. More about that’s coming in my next post.
French Bulldog 3/3/10
On the way back from our walk in the forest, we passed three little dogs playing at the edge of the street. One of them got Tim’s attention. “What kind of dog is that?” he asked me.
“A French bulldog,” I said.
I told him I’d always thought they were cute. They’re not all that common, but I knew of them because a character, Sunny, in one of Robert Parker’s mystery series, has a French bulldog. Also, I’d seen one on the Westminster dog show.
I turn on my computer and check in on Ducky’s Twitter account, and I see a tweet with a link to an article about pets on Twitter. Since Ducky’s having so much fun tweeting (remember, my primary goal is to feel good, so tweeting on Ducky’s behalf is a good way to spend my time), I read the article. One of the pets featured in the article was a French bulldog.
Canapé reference (3/3/10)
As I mentioned in my backstory, Tim lost a lot of his verbal skills when he suffered the head injury that wiped out most of his lifetime memories. He’s busy rebuilding his vocabulary. He reads a lot, and we play a lot of Scrabble, Boggle, and Quiddler. Still, he often asks me for definitions when he’s reading.
Night before last, he said, “What’s canapé?” (He pronounced it can-ape.)
I explained what a canapé was.
I haven’t thought about canapés in years. I haven’t been to any parties lately, and my friends are more the chips and dip crowd.
So last night, I was reading a novel (not the same one Tim’s reading), and there was a mention of canapés.
Too funny.
Sex Talk (3/4/10)
Tim will blush up a storm when he sees that I mentioned this here. Last week, I met (via phone), a very upbeat woman who has a new program out for couples who need to restart the sexual spark in their relationships. I’ve been reading her e-book, and Tim and I have been talking about sex, how we used to have lots of it, how lately, well, not so much.
We’ve had some fun conversations that I won’t share here. 
This morning, an e-mail went out from my autoresponder to all the subscribers on my writing tips list, reminding them of the last few days of my special coaching deal offer.
One of the subscribers (he isn’t a subscriber anymore; we removed him from the list), replied that if I’d get down on all fours and …. the rest is X rated. Yuck.
BUT the point is that I’ve never had a subscriber make a sexual reference, not in the four-plus years I’ve been doing online marketing. So I thought it was pretty cool, from a law of attraction perspective.
Talk sex, get more evidence of sex.
Eugene, Oregon (sort of) (3/5/10)
For a couple years, Tim and I have been focused on moving to Oregon. We want to live on the coast, in a relatively remote area. We often talk about what it will be like to live there, and when we talk about it, we talk about Eugene, Oregon.
Eugene is the closest city of any size to where we want to live, so we know we’ll do a lot of Costco and other shopping there. Lately, we’ve been talking about exploring Eugene to see what all is there. Also, Eugene is the home of the Oregon Ducks, and our dog, Ducky, (the bouncing bundle of feeling good in the header of this blog), was named, in part, for the Ducks.
In the last few days, I’ve been making friends on Facebook (I said I wasn’t going to do that, but then I started The Joyful Springer, and Ducky’s breeder, Sally, hooked me up with a bunch of Springer people, and I’m finding those connections fun).
One of my new friends, which I connected with through a law of attraction group, is from Eugene. I didn’t notice that when I friended her, but I did after she responded to me.
I told her about Tim’s and my focus on Oregon and Eugene, and she said it sounded like the universe was confirming that we’re heading that way.
I agree with her.
Dixie (3/6/10)
Ducky’s friend, Dixie, a German short-haired pointer, was out of town for a week. She got back on Tuesday, but we haven’t seen her. I finally talked to her people yesterday and found out they were sick. They caught a virus from the grandkids. They said Dixie was bored but it would probably be several days before they got to the forest.
Today, on my walk with Ducky in the woods, I was thinking about her play with Dixie. I wondered if there was some way we could pick up Dixie for a play date without bothering her people.
A few minutes after I had that thought, Dixie and her human dad came around the corner. He said he was feeling a little better, very weak, but well enough to manage a short walk. Ducky got to run and play with Dixie just the way I’d just been imagining her playing.
Scrabble Words (3/7/10)
Since Tim and I want to do something that “defies the odds,” that being win a large lottery, we talk often about things that have big, big odds.
Today, when we started our weekly Sunday Scrabble game, I went first. I played the word, “joked.”
Tim’s turn. On my “d,” he played the word, “joked.”
Okay, what are the odds?
“J” and “k” are not common letters in Scrabble. For us to both get the same combination of letters on the first turn is an extraordinary occurrence.
Evidence of defying the odds? I choose to see it that way.
An Abraham-Savvy Friend (3/8/10)
I often say to Tim that I’d love to have some friends I can talk to about Abraham-Hicks teachings, people who have read the books like I have and are putting the teachings in practice in their lives. Until recently, I’ve had no friends who have read Abraham-Hicks books.
Last week, I connected with Karen on Facebook. She has a great Abraham-Hicks blog, and she left a comment on one of my posts that helped me tremendously! It’s so exciting to have attracted a like-minded friend into my life.
The Whole Dog Journal (3/12/10)
Last week, I tried to add The Whole Dog Journal’s RSS feed to The Joyful Springer. I tried several times, but the feed wouldn’t activate. I used to subscribe to the hard-copy version of the journal, which I got by snail mail, but I haven’t subscribed for about three years. I haven’t received any subscription offers either.
Today, I received a subscription offer in the mail from The Whole Dog Journal. Amazing.
A Lawn Mower (3/13/10)
Last fall, our lawnmower died a sad and final death. Since it was the last mow of the season, we didn’t do anything about it. Tim assured me that we’d win the lottery and move to Oregon before we needed a mower.
Well, the grass is growing, and we’re still here. So I said, we need a lawnmower. We don’t have the funds to buy a new one. I wondered, could we find an inexpensive used one?
Friday, Tim checked a local classified site. Sunday, he drove about 45 hours to check out an electric mower offered for sale and listed for $75, more than we wanted to spend. The mower was in great shape. Tim offered $45. The man said that was his bottom-line, so that was fine.
So in a matter of a few days, I attracted a mower that we could afford.
Tinkerbell (3/14/10)
Tinkerbell is a 120 pound Newfoundland dog (isn’t that a great name for such a big dog??). Her dad, Glen, walks her in the same forest where we walk Ducky. We haven’t seen Glen and Tinkerbell in over two months.
Since Ducky and Tinkerbell really like each other, we’ve missed seeing them. Yesterday, Tim said to Ducky, “Maybe we’ll see Tinkerbell tomorrow.”
Today, Tim and Ducky ran into Glen and Tinkerbell in the woods and Ducky got to play with her friend.
E-mail From A Friend (3/14/10)
I have a friend whose sister is in the hospital with a serious condition. My friend has been spending most of her days in the hospital, and she’s worn out from taking care of her sister and mom and her dog. My friend and I usually exchange several e-mails a week, and I haven’t heard from her in several days.
About a half hour ago, I decided to e-mail my friend to check on her. Before I could start the e-mail, an e-mail from my friend showed up in my inbox.
Constellation Names (3/16/10)
A few nights ago, the sky was exceptionally clear, and Tim and I stood in our driveway and looked up at the stars together. It’s been so long since I learned the names of the constellations and I’ve forgotten most of what I learned. Tim, of course, has forgotten everything (he experienced a major memory wipe after a head injury in 2006, in case you haven’t read previous posts).
I managed to pick out the Big and Little Dippers but then I was lost. I said, “I need to read up on the constellations and relearn the names of all these clusters.”
Yesterday, we received the monthly newspaper put out by our local community club. One of the full page articles was about our clear night skies and the names of the constellations. Fun!
Debt Reduction (3/17/10)
Okay, I think this one is BIG and exciting! Yesterday, I wrote that I was relaxing about the creditor phone calls we get. I could feel I was releasing resistance about the debt we have.
Today, the debt consolidation company that’s handling our debt called and said that one of our card companies is settling a card with a $12,800 balance for $3500. The monthly amount we’ve been paying into a fund for these settlements will cover that settlement within the next few months. So we’ve lowered what we owe.
This is MAJOR! Sure, we still have a mountain of debt, BUT look at what’s shifted just a day after I found some relief on the subject of our debt.
Red Trucks (3/28/10)
In the woods the other day, I was thinking about how I’m going to allocate the $100,000 I’ve been focusing on receiving. We have two old vehicles, one is 14 years old and the other is 22. The 22 year old vehicle is a Toyota 4runner. It was my last dog, Muggins’ SUV, and it’s still full of her dog hair and drool, and I treasure it because of that. But it’s rusted out and all the power windows don’t work so you can’t open the back at all.
I want to replace it, but when I get my $100,000, after I pay off debt and stick some of it in the bank, I won’t have enough to buy a new SUV. Still, because of the beach, we need 4 wheel drive, and we need cargo space because we have to drive a ways to Costco and we stock up. So I decided a used extra-cab small pick up with a cap on the back would be nice. I began thinking about this truck, and in my mind’s eye, it was red.
On the way home from the forest, I saw two small red trucks, one with a cap and one without. This may not seem like a big deal, but it’s only a five minute drive in a town of under 5000 people, and I often encounter no vehicles at all on that trip home.
Name On A White Board (3/27/10)
We have a small white board on a little stand on our kitchen counter. We use it to leave messages to each other and as a place for reminders. A week ago, Tim scribbled down a woman’s name, Carol Latimer, and her phone number. Carol had left a message on our work number because she needed some customer support for the e-books we sell. Tim had called her but she’d told him it wasn’t a good time and hung up on him. He’d been hesitant to call back, and so her name and number stayed on our white board all week.
I asked him to make the call on Saturday so we could get her name off the white board, and he forgot … so much for the white board reminder. I said something to him about it Saturday evening, and when I looked at the board yesterday, I thought, “I’d like to get that name off this board.”
I’m telling you all this detail so you can see how much I paid attention to this woman’s name. I probably looked at it and actually saw it 50 times or more throughout the week.
Last night, I was reading a novel, and I nearly dropped the book when a new character showed up on the page: Carol Latimer.
It’s not that common of a name!
Playing In Mud Puddles (4/4/10)
Yesterday, I put this picture on The Joyful Springer.
I titled it “Play In Mud Puddles.” (The dog in the photo is Ducky’s new Facebook friend, Harry Fryer from Manchester in the United Kingdom. Harry, by the way, is quite the wit.)
Today, Tim went outside and found Ducky standing in the middle of a muddy hole she’d dug in our back yard. She was splashing joyfully in the mud.
The law of attraction is a comedian.
A Massage (4/8/10)
Last week, I was walking in the woods thinking about how lovely a massage would feel. In my head, I was walking on my own property in Oregon, and I really felt like I could pick up the phone when I got back to the house and call my massage therapist.
Now in the “facts” of my “real life,” I don’t have a massage therapist. I haven’t had a professional massage in years. But I used to get them weekly, back when money flowed abundantly into my life. So I could easily imagine how great a massage would feel.
Two days after I thought about a massage, Tim says to me, “Tonight, in honor of your birthday aura [which is still ongoing—lucky me], I’m going to give you a full massage.”
I nearly dropped to the floor in shock.
Let me explain how amazing his offer was.
We do own a massage table. We bought it as a gift to ourselves on one of our anniversaries years ago. We used to give each other massages regularly. But that massage table hasn’t been touched (except to move it to a different storage place) in over two years. TWO YEARS.
When I was recovering from tearing up my ankle and leg in the accident I had in 2008, I told Tim that when I could get out of bed and onto that massage table, I sure would love a massage because my whole body was one big ache. He promised he’d give me one. That was in March of 2008. He never gave me one.
Since then, I’ve mentioned massages a few times. I thought about giving him one, but the accident did nasty things to my back too, and bending over a massage table isn’t YET in my repertoire.
I tell you all this to show just how awesome it is that Tim decided to give me a massage two days after I thought about getting one.
And he did give me one long, wonderful massage. Thanks, Tim, and thanks, law of attraction.
Oh, and one more law of attraction evidence story.
Letters to the Editor (4/9/10)
My mother holds strong political beliefs. Recently, our local paper published some letters to the editor that opposed my mother’s beliefs. She was quite upset about the letters, and she whipped off a letter of her own. Before she sent it, though, she decided that getting embroiled in a scathing letter exchange wasn’t what she wanted.
She decided not to send the letter. Instead, she thought she’d love it if someone else would write a letter expressing views similar to hers.
Sure enough, the next day, such a letter appeared in the paper.
Mom thought this was pretty cool.
When another letter expressing views she disagreed with appeared in the paper, she decided she’d again leave the letter writing to others. And again, a letter that stated her viewpoint appeared in the paper.
“This is much better than writing my own letters,” she told me.
I would agree. Now, when she moves on from a need to see letters expressing her opinions and just aligns with the government making decisions that will be for her benefit, I’ll do a little jig. In the meantime, though, she’s moving downstream at her own pace. Hurray for Mom.
Popeye (4/16/10)
Last week, Popeye Ballu, one of the Springer spaniels Ducky follows on twitter, posted a link to a picture of three Springer puppies. The puppies were Popeye’s sons, and they were celebrating their first birthday. Since the picture was adorable, I sent a message to Popeye asking if he (or rather, his person) would e-mail me the picture to use on The Joyful Springer.
Popeye’s person sent me the picture, and I e-mailed her back asking for the names of the puppies so I could put the names in the post.
I didn’t get a response.
Three days later, Tim and I were in the car, on the freeway, heading to Costco. I told him about Popeye Balu and said that I might put the photo on the site without the puppies’ names because the picture is so cute.
Within 20 minutes of talking about Popeye’s puppies, we passed a pick-up that had a Popeye the Sailor Man figure hanging from its antenna!!!
Whoa.
I haven’t thought about Popeye, the cartoon character, in years. But of course, he popped into my head when I mentioned Popeye, the dog’s, name. And then there the character was hanging on an vehicle antenna.
“Keep Them Doggies Movin’ Rawhide!” (4/20/10)
Costco used to carry huge bags of 10” rawhides for an incredibly low price. Ducky, being a nine-month old puppy, LOVES to chew, so we go through rawhides. When we returned to Costco to get more, we were disappointed to discover they didn’t have rawhides anymore. We searched all over (online and in stores) for rawhides at a good price. We ended up settling for a price that was four times the Costco price—and that was a sale price.
I told a friend about how Ducky’s rawhide consumption is going to do us in if we can’t find a better pirce, and she said she used to get them at a discount online. She told me she’d send a link. The day she planned to send the link, she got an e-mail from the company with a 20 percent off coupon. Perfect timing!
Law of Attraction Blogs (4/21/10)
Last week, I decided to make a list of top law of attraction blogs. I want to follow what other LOA bloggers are doing. I started to look for LOA blogs on Technorati but it was a tedious task I wasn’t enjoying; so I stopped. The next day, a blog I already followed—The Good Vibes Blog, posted a list of top LOA blogs. And just like that—the universe did the work for me!
Lunch Out For A Friend (4/22/10)
My friend, Nancy, started a new job with an organization she worked for several years ago. She says the other day she thought about how she and her old work buddies used to go to lunch at a place called The Windjammer. She remembered it as being fun, and she wanted to go again but no one in her new job had mentioned it. THAT day, one of her new coworkers came in and invited her to go with a group to lunch at The Windjammer.
Ashland (4/22/10)
My new, wise Abraham friend, Karen Money Williams, said something in a message to me last week about her time living in Ashland, Oregon. The NEXT DAY, I received the latest edition of the AAA Western Journey Magazine. One of the feature articles was about … yes, Ashland, Oregon.
Baseball Analogies (4/23/10)
After one of my posts last week, Greg wrote in a comment, “Well, Ande steps up to the plate, the pitch is a fastball, crack, out of the stadium.” Great compliment, but here’s the fun part. On the SAME DAY, on my writing blog, Dogging The Words, I received a comment about a post on that blog. The comment started, “You knocked this one out of the ballpark.” Talk about synchronicity! I guess I had an on invisible baseball cap that day.
Guest Posting (4/25/10)
For the last couple weeks, I’ve had an intent to do guest posts for popular writing and law of attraction blogs. I haven’t approached any blog authors yet, but I want to do so soon. Two days ago, one of the writing blogs I just started following did a post on how to approach blog authors about guest posting. I didn’t go looking for the information; it came to me.
A New, Perfectly Priced Blog (5/2/10)
A friend of mine has wanted to redo one of her blogs. She’s been looking for a web designer to create it for her. An acquaintance referred her to a designer she liked very much, but she couldn’t pay the $1000 fee he want. She had $200 to spend.
Though she was disappointed when that first designer didn’t work out, she shifted her thought quickly and said, “It’s okay. My blog’s fine the way it is. The right designer will come along.”
Last week, she e-mailed me a link to her new blog. She’d received a recommendation of another designer, and this one was willing to do it for the $200. The new blog is gorgeous, but it took a little longer to do than the designer thought it would … so she’d only accept half the fee. My friend got her blog for $100, a tenth of what the first designer wanted to charge. She did it by being clear about what she wanted and staying aligned with that even in the face of “evidence” that suggested she couldn’t have what she wanted.
Assignation (5/4/10)
Tim’s new job has him popping in and out of the house several times a day, off to this meeting or that, coming home to pick up this or that. I said to him the other day, “You’re making it very difficult for me to plan my assignations.”
He asked me what “assignation” means (in case you don’t know, he had a head injury and he’s building up his vocabulary again). I told him. He thought it was a fun word.
That night, before bed, when I picked up the current novel I’m reading, the first paragraph included the word “assignation.” Not the most common word in the world.
Trademarks (5/8/10)
Last week, my mother asked me if I’d trademarked The Joyful Springer. I said I hadn’t because the cost of doing that was currently prohibitive. She expressed concerns about protecting the name, and we discussed trademarks for a few minutes.
The next day, I received an e-mail from my new friend, Grace, who told me she and her husband were resting up after a busy couple weeks setting up an online shop of products bearing their new trademark.
For the record, I haven’t talked about, thought about, or heard about trademarks in years.
Wayne’s World (5/13/10)
The other day, I was trying to remember the name of a movie that Dana Carvey starred in, but I couldn’t remember his name either at the time. I did, for some reason, remember that he was in Wayne’s World, a movie I don’t like but stuck in my head anyway. I looked up that movie, found his name and then looked up the other movie.
Later that day, Tim quoted a line from Wayne’s World because he’d just seen a snippet of the movie on TV when he had the TV on that morning during breakfast. We’d never talked about the movie before.
Einstein (5/15/10)
I use Tweetdeck for my Twitter accounts. It runs in the background while I do other things, and when a new tweet from someone I follow appears, it flashes up on the lower right of my computer screen.
Saturday, I was working on The Joyful Springer posts, and I put an Albert Einstein quote in one of the posts. Right as I was typing “Einstein,” a tweet appeared on my screen that contained an Albert Einstein quote.
Mina (5/16/10)
Many years ago, a dog named Mina lived with me and Muggins for a short time. She was a sweet dog, and she’s gone now, and I miss her. Saturday, I scheduled a photo for The Joyful Springer of her and Muggins. That evening, I thought about her a lot before I went to bed.
Sunday, Tim and I played Scrabble, and one of the words he played was “mina.” (In case you’re curious and don’t know, it’s a unit of weight of money used in ancient Greece and Asia.) It’s not exactly a common word.
Wedding Planner (5/15/17)
Saturday evening, Tim and I watched the movie, The Wedding Planner. Yesterday morning, I discovered a wedding planner started following me on twitter.
Nitroglycerin Patches (5/17/10)
My step-dad, who has heart issues, uses nitroglycerin patches. Yesterday, my mother started thinking about them and wondering if they need to order any new ones. She asked Dad, and he said he had another box. She said she still worried about it all afternoon.
This morning, he went to open the new box and discovered he’d inadvertently put away an empty box so the box he thought he had didn’t have any patches in it. He had to call the pharmacy and put in an emergency order.
Note: Law of attraction results aren’t always benign or positive.
Feedburner (5/17/10)
Sunday, I suggested to a friend that she put a Feedburner subscription on her blog. Monday, she e-mailed to me that another friend, who helps her with blog widgets, suggested she put Feedburner on all her blogs.
Great minds vibrate in sync.
Hit Five Wins (5/15/10)
A few weeks ago, I decided to “invest” a $5 bill I’d found on the beach on Hit Five lottery tickets. I had Tim buy me a $1 ticket every drawing for five drawings. Before the last one, I’d won $1. He used that to buy me another ticket. And I won another dollar and he bought another and … this has been going on for a couple months now.
Last week, I started thinking about how fun it would be to win a Hit Five jackpot (they aren’t huge jackpots—generally around $100,000). Last week, I won $10 in all three of the week’s Hit Five drawings. I’m going to keep thinking about that one.
Balls (5/23/10)
Last week, a friend e-mailed me a joke about a woman who gets up in church and gives thanks for the Lord’s healing of her husband, Bob’s, scrotum. As she describes in great detail, his scrotum injury and surgical repair, the males in the congregation squirm in discomfort. When she finishes, the minister, looking a little pale, asks if anyone else has something to share. A man comes to the front of the sanctuary and says, “I’m Bob. And it was my sternum.”
The same day I got that joke, Tim and I watched an episode of Bones. In the episode, a body is found in an industrial washing machine. When they look for all the bits (sorry—don’t bother to create a visual image), they found a testicle. A scrotum and a testicle in one day? Hm.
A Job (5/24/10)
A friend of mine e-mailed me a couple weeks ago about a job decision she was trying to make. She had an offer to do contract work for a company that was further away than she preferred. Should she take the job or wait for one she really wanted to come along? Applying the two steps to great decisions, she decided her path of least resistance was to take the current job offer while expecting the job she wanted to come along when the current contract was up, in four or five months.
Last week, she e-mailed me that she’d received an offer for contract work with a company she’d been wanting to work for, one that is 10 minutes from her home. The contract will start in five months, just when she finishes up her current work. Exactly what she envisioned.
Winnemucca (5/25/10)
Last week, Tim and I were talking about places we want to visit when we get the RV we want. I want to visit the Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah, so Tim got out an atlas to figure out the route we’d take from where we expect to be living. The route went through the northern part of Nevada. He pointed at Winnemucca and said, “You lived there, right?”
I did. I lived in Winnemucca for four years when I was a kid. I hadn’t thought about Winnemucca or my time there or heard about Winnemucca in years.
That evening, the characters in the book I was reading traveled to Winnemucca.
Come As You Are (5/26/10)
For some reason, Kurt Cobain and Nirvana came up in one of Tim’s and my conversations. He doesn’t remember Nirvana, so I was singing him bits of some of the group’s songs to see if any rang bells for him. They didn’t. I reminded him that Kurt Cobain grew up in Aberdeen, which is a half hour from our town. And I reminded him that one of Nirvana’s song titles, “Come As You Are,” is now Aberdeen’s slogan.
The next day, on a whim, we rented the movie, Management. We knew nothing about the movie. We were stunned to see that part of it is set in Aberdeen. The characters reference Kurt Cobain, and the city’s welcome sign, which features “Come As You Are,” is on screen for several seconds.
Taking Score Too Soon (5/28/10)
Last week, I asked Karen if she could do a post on Abraham Fun about the apparent conflict between Abraham’s teaching “don’t take score too soon,” and their teaching that your current circumstances can tell you how you’re vibrating. I’d been doing a lot of thinking about looking for the results of manifestations. Then I did my own post on the subject a couple days later.
The day before my post came out, Jeannine Maw at Good Vibes Blog, did a post called The Watched Pot Syndrome. It was on the exact same subject.
Maui (5/29/10)
Saturday, I listened to a CD of part of Wayne Dyer’s book, The Power of Intention. In it, he mentions working on the book in Maui. Later the same day, I watched a Househunters episode that took place in Maui.
Great Danes (5/29/10)
Tim and I have been kicking around the idea of getting a black and white Great Dane at some point in the future. A black and white Great Dane named Agni is a character in my novel manuscript, and we thought it would be fun to have an actual Agni.
The day after we talked about it, I saw a movie trailer for Marmaduke. I had no idea they were making a movie about the comic strip Great Dane. Later the same day, I caught the tail end (oops, excuse the pun) of a Dogs 101 segment about Great Danes. And that evening, I watched Victoria Stilwell’s dog training show, It’s Me Or The Dog. The featured dogs were, of course, Great Danes.
Something Wonderful (5/29/10)
After the not so enjoyable events of the middle of May, I thought about how I’d like to have a pleasant surprise, something wonderful, something to remind me that unexpected wonders can happen. A day later, I got an e-mail from my dear friend, Jan, who I haven’t seen in four years. We live only two hours apart, but it just hasn’t worked for us to get together when I’ve travelled to her town, and she hasn’t been able to take a day trip in years because she’s the sole caregiver for her elderly husband.
Jan’s e-mail said she’d arranged care for her husband and could get away. Could we meet halfway?
I was disappointed that I couldn’t because I had no transportation—Tim needed our one reliable car for work. But I suggested, hopefully, that Jan come all the way to see me. Though I’ve been to her city multiple times, she hasn’t been able to come here in 14 years.
To my amazement, she said she could do that. We had a great visit. I got to show her the changes Tim and I have made to the house. She took me to lunch. We walked by the ocean together. She got to meet Ducky and see Tim, briefly. And all of this was in spite of the fact that she’d been sure she wouldn’t be travelling again until after her husband had passed away.
Her visit was definitely something wonderful.
27 Dresses (6/7/10)
One evening, I was channel surfing during the commercial of a show I was watching, and I stumbled across the movie 27 Dresses. I saw the movie a couple years ago, but when I saw it on TV, I thought, “I like that movie. I’d like to see it again.” Then I switched the channel back to my show and forgot about the movie.
Two days later, Tim came home and said, “I got the movie, 27 Dresses, from the library. I thought we might watch it again.” (I am married to that rare breed of man who actually enjoys romantic comedies.) Tim hadn’t been in the room with me when I’d seen the movie on TV, and I hadn’t said anything to him about it.
Bubkes (6/10/10)
One night, I stumbled upon a list of Yiddish words that are in mainstream usage. I tested myself to see how many I knew, and then I tested Tim. He didn’t know many of the words, which is understandable since his vocabulary is just 4 years old, but when he missed the meaning of “bubkes,” I was surprised because that’s actually a word I use from time to time. (In case you don’t know, bubkes means “nothing.”) I teased Tim about his knowledge of Yiddish words, which I told him was bubkes, and then I picked up the novel I was reading. Two pages into my reading, one of the characters used the word bubkes.
Guy Finley (6/12/10)
One afternoon, I listened to a Guy Finley audio about releasing fear while I did some marketing odds and ends on the computer. As the audio was drawing to a close, I received an e-mail that contained a message from one of my Facebook groups. The message contained Guy Finley’s “Ten Traits of the True Spiritual Warrior.”
Financial Improvement (6/16/10)
I began writing about my ideal financial life on a Saturday. By the following Wednesday, events that I did not orchestrate at all had removed a couple big monthly financial obligations, so our monthly budget was reduced by $1500. Definite financial improvement.
Estallela (6/17/10)
Last Wednesday, I sat in the car waiting for Tim and I spotted a sign for a doctor with the last name Estallela. I puzzled over how to pronounce it before remembering that he was my mother’s ophthalmologist, and then the pronunciation came to me.
Later that evening, in my novel, one of the characters was named Estallela.
Have you noticed how often events in my real life show up in the novels I read?
Tilapia (6/20/10)
Last week, a friend posted a recipe for tilapia on her food blog. I’d never tried that fish, so the recipe got my attention. Four days later, we got together with my parents, and my dad started talking about tilapia. I’d never heard him talk about it before.
Fort Warden Information (6/21/10)
Because my mother knows that Tim and I love Fort Warden in Port Townsend (that’s where he proposed to me), she gave me an article she found on the Fort. The day after I read it, I was working on a writing project of mine. I mention Fort Warden in one part of it, and I realized I needed a couple facts. To get them, all I had to do was snag the article out of the recycle bin. Talk about timing!
Eagles (6/26/10)
Tim and Ducky and I are blessed to live in a place where deer, raccoons, opossum, and other critters roam our neighborhood and where eagles soar above sparkling water. Last week, Tim said he saw the eagles by the bay again. He said one of them took off and he was mesmerized by the grace of its flight. “I’d like to see close-up pictures of eagles,” Tim said, “and learn more about them.
The next day, Tim dug through our older movies to find something upbeat to watch. He pulled out Continental Divide and told me he didn’t remember it but that he did remember I said it was cute. “Do you want to watch it?” he asked. I said sure.
Because Tim didn’t remember the movie, he didn’t know that the main female character lives in the Rocky Mountains so she can study bald eagles. When the eagles appeared on the screen, in close up, Tim said, “Wow, I was just saying I wanted to see this.” Yep, I thought.
The next day, I stopped to talk to a woman by the bay, and she told me she’d taken a couple visitors to the Ocean Shores Interpretive Center, a nature center that features displays of the variety of flora and fauna found in our area. She said, “Did you know they have a little area to watch DVDs?”
I didn’t.
She said, “One of the DVDs is a really awesome one about eagles. It’s just amazing.”
I smiled. More eagle pictures for Tim. He asked. He received.
