My beautiful dog, Jessie, passed away in the Spring of 2010. I didn’t realize how much I depended on her emotionally for fun, until she was no longer physically with us. Jessie never liked cats, and so after some time had passed and I was done grieving, I decided next time I wanted a cat and a dog, ones who loved each other. Knowing that, I wasn’t ready to go out and get a dog and cat so instead I decided for an easier softer method of allowing in my hearts desire.
Being that I was a personal assistant for quite a long time, one of the services I offered my customers was pet sitting. I had purchased some animal greeting cards and would give them as Thank You cards for their much appreciated business. One of the greeting cards was of a beautiful orange cat. Kinda like Morris the Cat. The cat was looking lovingly into the camera. So I decided to use this greeting card as my vision board to create a loving cat of my own. I placed it on my desk, and on a regular basis, I would look at the card and imagine having a sweet, playful and soft cat. As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months I got better and better at imagining actually having a sweet, playful and loving cat of my own. How good it would feel to pet him and hug him. Over time, I got so into it I began talking to it as though he were real. I would look at the card and tell it how much I loved it as though it were a real cat. Our imagination and emotions are very powerful tools to create anything we want. I could feel myself getting more and more into it as time passed. Practice makes better.
So, it happened to be the year we were having our deck redone in composite decking as well as I was finally buying my much desired spa. I couldn’t have been happier. The best man for the job, Dave Rychart and his son, Joshua, were redoing our deck so there was a lot going on in our backyard. One day during this project our neighbors cat, Tiger, came walking over to check out what the heck was going on. I remember having met him about six months earlier when my neighbor and her sons had gotten him. My granddaughter, Dominique, was with me and Tiger had let her hold him as one would cradle a baby. I was surprised by this because he was about six months old and so chilled and laid back. I hadn’t ever seen a cat let someone hold them that way. He had really made an impression on me. I had never seen him again until he had wandered into our yard that day to investigate all the ruckus. I was surprised by his visit and equally welcomed it. I remember constantly taking pictures of him and enjoying his new presence as he checked out the scene on a daily basis. His regular visits as the work was being done on our deck, went on for several weeks. One day, as I was working in my office, he came wandering down our hallway and walked into the room. I was a bit surprised to see him and realized one of the doors must have been open and he had just let himself in. He strolled by my desk and jumped up onto my comfy chair and immediately, I thought to myself, “oh heck no, I don’t like animals on my furniture”, but something inside me said, “it’s ok”. So I kept on working, holding in my natural response to tell him, “no”. He didn’t sit on the chair as I assumed he would. He walked across it, and then jumped onto the other end of my desk and that’s when I thought, “oh hell no”, but again the thought was, “it’s ok”. I just kept working despite again my natural urge to tell him, “no, get down”. So again, I kept on working, and of course thinking, “what the heck”. And before I knew it, he came walking in front of me on my desk and plopped right down, lying there having absolutely no cares in the world as if he owned the place. I was like, “what the heck!” And then it happened. I looked at him and right behind him was the pretty little greeting card with the sweet orange cat I had been talking to for months, imagining that I had a playful, sweet, loving, soft cat. Then, it hit me, Tiger had owned it. As plain and simple and powerful as that, he in that moment owned it. My mouth fell open in shock as I realized he was literally the essence of everything I had asked for, as Spirit knew, even better because I didn’t really want the responsibility of having my own four legged fury friend. I did however want all the other sweet stuff that comes with that, and Spirit had delivered it all and more to me in my neighbor’s cat, Tiger. To this day, Tiger and I have a very special bond. He’s eight years old now. Still comes over regularly to get his Scooby snacks and lots of full body rub-downs as he purrs away. Yup, better than I had ever imagined possible.
That’s how Spirit rolls, in my life and I know in yours too. Always finding the path of least resistance to provide us with the essence of what we have been wanting. That is why I LOVE the art of allowing. Feeling good most of the time. Imagining what I want as though it’s already mine. Being thankful for the abundance I am already living. Allowing myself to be in the receptive mode. It’s really a sweet way to live life and I love teaching clients how to be an awesome allower.