The Secret Is Wags

I set up this blog with about as much technical know how as I have knowledge of the Russian language (hint: “nyet” is about the only Russian word I know).  Once I had the web address, I scrolled through all the WordPress themes and chose this one because it’s crisp, clean, and simple, and it lets me put a picture of happy Ducky in the header.  The blog is, after all, about wags.

As soon as I set up the blog, I had a problem.  On some browsers and computers, the header bled into the photo frame.

Trial and error finagling finally resulted in a change in the overall size of the blog, which reduced the header size enough to remove the problem.  Then I had a new issue.  The blog posts’ font size was a little smaller than I wanted.

By then, though, I had totally surpassed what I was able to do with the theme style sheet.  I called it good and let it go.

Still, my inner voice nudged at me and said the font might be a bit too small for comfortable readability.  I ignored the voice.  I had too many other things I needed to do.

A few days ago, I got an e-mail from a reader.  She kindly told me she enjoyed the blog, and then she asked me if anyone had told me the blog posts are difficult to read.  She suggested I change the font.

Well, there it was.  The problem I’d attempted to ignore was back, and this time, it was more important because now a reader had spoken up about it.

I poked at the problem for a couple days with no positive results.  I communicated to the reader yesterday, via Facebook, that I was working on it.  I said maybe I can align my way to a solution.

And that’s what I did.

Friday, I got home from my beach walk with Ducky.  Tim bounced out of the office and said, “Give me scritches.”  That’s our way of saying “praise” because we give Ducky “scritches” (pats and rubs) when we’re praising her.  In Tim’s case, “scritches” are actually kisses.

So I give Tim kisses, and he tells me that he figured out how to fix the font size on the blog.  Yay!

And by now, you’re wondering why I’m telling you this story.  What does it have to do with you?

I’m telling you because it’s a perfect example of the power of 3-Up.

Listen Up

My inner wisdom told me the font was too small.  I ignored what I heard.  If I’d listened, I could have aligned my way to the right font size from the beginning.

Speak Up

So I didn’t listen, but my reader spoke up.  She experienced contrast (the font size was smaller than she wanted).  She immediately realized what she wanted (larger font size), and then she took inspired action (she contacted me).

Notice that she didn’t complain to me.  Instead, she told me what she wanted.

Lighten Up

My reader’s gentle approach made it easy for me to hear her, and it motivated me to get her what she wanted.  If she’d taken a heavy-handed approach, I’m sure I still would have tried to accommodate her, but not from a place of positive vibration.

Because I was in a place of positive vibration about the font issue (my thought was, “I’m glad this person enjoys the blog enough to take the time to tell me she’d prefer a larger font size”), I was able to quickly align myself with a solution.  And I did this without struggle.

In fact, all I did was poke at the style sheet a bit, and when my efforts didn’t reveal a solution, I asked Tim for help (I spoke up). He listened up, and I lightened up by taking Ducky for a walk.

And voila … the font size is bigger.

Your ability to 3-up gives you great creative power.  It’s a pretty simple process.

• Listen up—pay attention to your inner guidance system.
• Speak up—allow contrast to lead you to stating (figuratively—you don’t actually have to SAY it) what you want
• Lighten up—get easy about it; find good thoughts and feelings, which will align you vibrationally with what you desire so the law of attraction can bring you what you want or nudge you toward inspired action that will bring you what you want.

I’m working on being more consistent about using my 3-up power.  How about you?

If you have a request for me, please speak up.

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The following is a story about Melanie Greer Deason’s beloved cat.  It’s such a wonderful story of the power of Spirit within us that I asked Melanie if I could share it with you.  She agreed:

“In August, my oldest cat Angel went over Rainbow’s Bridge, but we managed to be together those last days.  I awoke one morning, and Spirit said, “Take Angel to Roswell!”  I laid in bed arguing with the thought, “But it’s a four hour ride, and she hates the cat carrier, and it’s too hot without air conditioning, and. . .”  But that voice wouldn’t quit:  “Take Angel to Roswell!”  So, I waited until the afternoon, when there was cloud cover, and put Angel in the cat carrier – long enough to get her out to the VW.  I got in with her, started the engine, and opened the cat carrier door.  She immediately went over to my lap, curled up and purred.  Off we went, cruising down the old highways, using the manual crank window for air.  Half-way there, I propped her up on a pillow – high on my boxes of tools and such in the back seat, so she could be cooler and see out, while cars whizzed by us and her long grey hair tossed in the breeze.  We must have been a sight.

“In Roswell, Angel adapted to the house and continued sleeping on my bed, and was good about using her litter box.  At night, she was by my side or on my pillow.  As always, she’d reach out to kneed at my face, so I’d put her front paws in the palm of my hand and close my four fingers over hers – and together we’d fall asleep.  One night I felt her ribs and wondered, “How long can she last – she’s so thin?  Maybe I should talk to a vet about helping her over . . . when we get home.”  Two nights later I brought dinner to her and found she’d crossed over.  Just hours earlier, I’d checked in, kissed her head, and went back to working on the house. Since the violet crepe magnolia in my front yard was in full bloom, I put some flower cuttings into a vase to mark Angel’s resting place. She’s now planted in a corner of the back yard – with a young tree growing nearby.

“I listened to Spirit that hot summer day, as I did years eighteen years prior:  I was driving in town when a voice inside said, “Turn in – NOW!”  I did; it was the local animal shelter. I came home with a four-week-old motherless kitten, and named her Angel.  Even though I had no intention of adopting a cat that day, Spirit knew different.

“I’m on this mid-life adventure and expanding my creative abilities. The message for this past year is simple:

Be grateful for the gifts life presents and be equally creative in re-shaping for positive outcomes.  Possibility requires a willingness to think and act outside the box – along with faith, listening to Spirit, and trusting the path is always safe and secure.”

If this story doesn’t inspire you to heed your inner wisdom, I don’t know what will.

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