New home for thought by thought

Lots more to think about and share on this thought by thought journey…

Come join the conversation:

updated contact info:

e:     tre at thought by thought dot net

tw:  @tresha


Thanks for being a continued part of the conversation of how to live moment to moment, thought by thought.

See you on the new site 🙂

Tre ~

Facing the inner pulls without fear

My sister’s house is quiet. She’s gone the week, dogs are boarded, no workmen tinkering. It’s just me, Berkeley, (my bichon) and a whole lotta space. Well, that’s easily filled up with the beckoning of my mental to do list. You know? The stuff that never leaves and just gets buried deeper in the day to day doings until there’s a moment to really sit down?

Welll, hello, here am I really ‘sitting down’. But, there’s an ache in my heart…this feeling like “ugh…back to my life again” with intimidation of the unknown, some overwhelmedness about all there is to do and some angst over how I’m gonna get it all done. And in the quiet of sitting down to look at these inner yearnings, the pull to run help another is huge.

It’s something I’m an expert at actually. And year after year of taking on ‘other’ –well, while it feeds my sense of purpose and desire for creating community with whomever it is I’m helping, it doesn’t help me fulfil my own yearnings…the stuff I need to do that no one really can help me with–my orphaned dreams.

Of late they’ve been beckoning: adopt me now! I’m only kidding myself as I go from day to day assuming new projects and engaging in that which would help another—that I’m somehow forwarding these orphaned endeavors.

So today, this morning, it’s more than the high ceilings and sprawling square footage that looms large. The finest of quality craftsmanship simply reminds me to scoop up those orphaned dreams and start caring for them with serious intent to parent. ☺ But I’m nervous. Very, actually.

So I’m writing today about how to maintain peace when the angst to ‘get it all done’ weighs as heavily as the fear of the unknown of unchartered waters: the commitment, the time, the next steps, the how to’s.

Pulling at thought much is the actual sculpting. The model’s in view, at least a great sense of it, but the details are blurry, the next steps feel scattered and the destination unmappable.

So here’s what I’m doing to move forward—through—the unknowns and squelch the fear that would further stagnate my efforts.

First, I get still. I find anywhere that’s a nurturing quiet space, close my eyes and shut out all that murmurs in thought. And then, I take a deep breath and begin to climb the mental stairs to that attic storing my innermost yearnings….and open the door, and walk in.

If you don’t know where that storage place is, just still your thoughts and listen. And ask yourself:
What keeps nudging me? What’s my innermost desire? When I honestly strip my ego and self justification from these pulls, what remains?
What are my ultimate desires?

Whatever they are, however many or few they are, after I do this sifting, I listen. I listen to what they’re pulling and nudging. And I write them down.
Listen, look, write down.

This way, I’m giving form to the ideas without which they’ll tend to wander around in thought and seem more huge to address than they really are.
That simple act of creating a symbolic expression for an idea—in this case giving it a word, a phrase or a sentence—births the idea in a tangible way.

So you can do the same thing…Listen to these pulls, strip them of all ego and self justification…see what remains….Look at them and write them down—even if it’s just one thing. Just that 3 step process: hear the idea, look at it, write it down—engages thought in the moment and all murmurings about how the heck am I gonna accomplish this…all that huggabaloo is silenced…at least for a time.

I wrote down 3 things:
a. establish a virtual office/ongoing online presence
b. research the writings of Mary Baker Eddy
c. share those ideas online somehow

The next step in handling my fears of feeling overwhelmed is to jot down a few next steps for accomplishing each one of these goals.
Even if I don’t know.
Maybe it’s to ask for help.
Maybe it’s to ask someone I know who has one what she did to create it.
Maybe it’s to search the web for blogs about it or video tutorials.

Again, listen for the next step, look at it, write it down.
By writing it down or typing it in a word doc, the ideas that were once looming take further shape as you give them a tangible form you can put your arms/eyes around. This mental sculpture transforms your goal from a looming overwhelming idea to now a potential list of next steps you can can manage.

Concurrent to my writing these ideas down, I affirm or meditate this way:
“The divine Mind that is my creator is expressing my individuality uniquely. I know now what I need to be doing and any idea that I should consider or dwell upon I will know. Nothing I am to do can overwhelm me. Any task, next step, or ultimate endeavor I seek to achieve are expressions of my individuality and are coming to thought to be birthed and outwardly expressed. I can trust that I am able to follow through with each task and I can know too that there’s no ugly accuser attacking these efforts and that I do not have to give an ounce of attention to any condemning thought or abusive shunning. That mental cloud only seems to emerge as I move forward and to the degree I stay focused and keep thought on the goal, these opposing influences will cease to have any effect. The divine Mind holds me and all in its grasp and I am safe.”

(for more on this line of spiritual reasoning, see the writings of Mary Baker Eddy, specifically her main work on practical spirituality: Science and Health—the ideas of which I use daily in my moment to moment journey).

In sum:
Dig deep and listen for those innermost pulls.
Look at them. Write them down.

Doesn’t matter if they are biggies like: get married, have a baby, start a soup kitchen, produce a film–or if the goal is a bit simpler: join a health club, visit the Caribbean, volunteer at a shelter.

Just write those orphaned ideas down. They deserve your focus.
Write them down. Just do that. And then give yourself permission to ponder a few next steps…even on the ones that seem out of your reach.
And for today, just sit with the fact that you gave breath to the idea and to some next steps for it. What matters is that you seized the inner pull, listened and looked at it, gave it expression, and have made a promise to yourself to keep listening, keep nurturing the idea, and keep pushing yourself to ponder some next steps.

Eddy writes: “Thoughts unspoken are not unknown to the divine Mind. Desire is prayer, and no loss can occur from trusting God with our desires, that they may be moulded and exalted before they take form in words and deeds.” (Eddy, Science and Health, chapter 1: Prayer).

If you wanna chat more about any of this, my twitter handle is @tresha, my email:, or you can leave a comment right here on the blog.

Thanks for readin’…be well, Tre ~

Reflections on my journey at blogher’s conference…

Just posted a summary of my ‘take homes’ from blogher 08….a conference for women bloggers held for 4 days in San Francisco….

I’m learning I can’t copy/paste from their site to this blog…so here’s the link of my post on their site….and next time I’ll write it here and then link it to blogher.

If you blog and wanna know more about this conference, feel free to email me.

More on the conference here on my blog in another little while….

Take care,

Tre ~


It begins as a quiet knowing, this inner pull. And other times it sounds more like a shouted demand, urgently insisting and forcefully pushing.

The move happens before any of the logistics come into play. You just know you must go….you just know you must leave. And all too often, things happen so quickly you don’t allow yourself to pace with your heart and support yourself through the transition.

This is why I’m writing tonight. I know a move is happening and inevitable for me…and so I’m trying to record the thoughts and feelings and emotions therein so that I can pen and record how I’m sifting through the tugs, the urgencies, the demands, and the pushing and carve out that serenity and stillness rightfully mine that remains unchanged in spite of a changed landscape or logistics.

Being is spiritual. So any true change really occurs in awareness…and it’s more an opening of thought to understanding what’s always been moreso than it is a changing of our character.

So well before any logistical changes ensue, right as I sit here blogging at midnight, I know I can defend that who I am as a woman, as an idea, as a unique individual–this spiritual identiy–is an unchangeable constancy and an unswerving fact.

No condition can alter my individuality.

No situation exterior to me defines my being.

No voice–whether the self critic, an impatient friend, or a well meaning but abrupt family member can cause me to feel an ounce of unsettledness or angst about the coming plans ahead.

Surely, a lot must occur. Surely thought may try to wander. And in those moments, I will write how I’m praying and sculpting stillness just as I am here tonight.

For now though, I am here, in stillness and completeness and fulfilment. And all that is trying to push on thought, all the todo’s all the goals to attain, all the work that lies ahead I need to unpack and dive into, all the ‘i want to achieve this/that/the other’ all of that mental pull will not weigh on me tonight or ever. I know that I can move forward at the pace with which I am to be and accomplish all that will need to be for I’m operating in the present moment. And the divine Mind is thinking and knowing all substance and all being. So this includes me and my journey, you and your journey.

Nothing is unknown right now to that divine Mind so I will know what I need to know as I need to know it.

I can defend this truth and realize that no belief of impatience, willfulness, anxiousness, fear or strife can impose itself into my thinking. There is a shield of integrity barring all that would try to impose ugliness and doubt and fear and condemnations into my thinking and I am safe and clear and strong and full of deep humility to know and stand for my integrity. I know that I can not be duped to believe any of the condemning thoughts, even if they arrive as a socalled inner critic. These are not my thoughts and do not come to do good. And so I do not need to allow them entry into my mental home.

This is so true. We are each safe in our mental home and have the right and freedom to bar our door to all that we would not allow entry.

So this calms me and soothes my heart and I am still. And giddy in fact. For I know that life really is this thought by thought journey to prove the strength and poise and grace and dominion over all the riggomorole of anxiousness, fear, doubt, guilt, or self loathing.

I played with my treasured little friend tonight, my little bichon. I haven’t written about him too much. His name is Berkeley. I held onto him as if I hadn’t seen him in six months. Sometimes even five days feels like a long long while. He was ever so soft and warm in my arms and as I hugged him and held him close he opened his eyes and starred right into mine. That sweet tender look of familiarity is such a welcome home and one I’ve grown to adore.

We played fetch some and I brushed him a lot and smoothed over his fur. He’s such a good dog though in ways I’ve perhaps babied him too much. 🙂

Indeed, the stillness prevails…The moon is at least 1/2 way aglow…and the night quiet. It’s a peaceful time….pending mental move and all. And I am at peace for the now….

“Hold thought steadfastly to the enduring, the good, and the true and you will bring these into your experience proportionably to their occupancy of your thoughts.” (Eddy, Science and Health, p. 260:4)

Chiseling thought….sculpting serenity

Centered ….sculpted…at peace…..still….focused…moving…directed…..about a purpose….these kinds of goals are ever with me….and why I blog. Blogging helps me stand for the focus, claim the stillness, move forward in thought, pen the spirituality mine, offer thoughts on how I’m battling down all that would oppose and impose the stronghold that squelches life.

Moments are full, often, and hence at times the gap in knowing how to write or what to write…how to say what’s going on, what I’m sifting throught, what I’m sorting out.

Yet evermore the goal is at hand:
Chisel thought….sculpt serenity….moment to moment…thought by thought…..Hence the title of this blog. Hence the impact of every moment. Hence the validity of honest, inner searching for all that defines individuality, all that clamors for expression, all that yearns to bud and blossom.

On a plane yesterday, I landed in some familiar cities I’d not visited for a good 5 years or more. The views I recognized. The memory of where I’d been when there a sweet, gentle reminder that we pace and evolve in our own way…at times pulling and pushing and tugging and insisting, at other times softly, gently, sweetly.

I’d been seated next to a wonderful mother and her 2 year old daughter, or so I’d thought. The mom turned out to be an aunt, the daughter, her niece, their bond a breathtaking image of the union of mother love and innocent yearning….show me, help me, soothe me, shelter me, protect me, feed me, nurture me, hold me, make sure I’m okay. Mother Love’s ever constant “I am here and all is well and I will keep you and hold you and ensure you and strengthen you.”

It was an image I’d hold onto well through the rest of the day and night and even the first I pondered this morning.

Life often feels this presence is ‘out there’ somewhere that we have to find…..something separate from ourselves we have to go and get, vulnerable all the while to the winds of circumstance and the currents of change.

Not so….each of us an idea of the universal Mind that is divine, each one of us as idea always thought, considered, contemplated, and as such maintained, sustained, and expressed, fully and finally. The key to proving this fact is thought by thought living unimpeded, walking forward in spite of whatever mental wall seems to thwart off doing so. Each forging ahead, each moment of living– instead of heeding the limits or doubts or fears—yields freedom. And moment upon moment of living freedom yields inner peace….

Stillness, peace, enduring joy….these goals are truths for life—now. Not out there somewhere obtainable someday after some list of to dos is accomplished or achieved. Within is thought. Without is thought. No separation. And you, me abide as divine Love’s tangible expression.

I loved seeing that aunt and her niece yesterday, I valued sharing time together and exchanging friendship. She was that reminder to me that the universe is not so large and vast but peopled with possibilities…they both were, actually.

I’m moving forward in my blogging know how over the next few days at a meeting that willl immerse me in the land of internet publishing, promoting, collaborating. In doing so I carry with me that goal of sculpting serenity, amidst all that clamors I’m a novice, or anything that teases, cajoles or debases why I’m here—to learn better how to promote ideas that have helped me prove the present possibilities of practical spirituality and so to join hands with others doing so and be a resource for those wishing to and thus to be faithful to that pull within that unites my thought to the family of mankind.

Moving forward isn’t negotiable, it’s a given.

Here we go….

Sifting my way toward stillness through lotsa boxes :)

This morning, while seeking stillness, I started sorting again–laundry, dirty dishes, books, notes, piles of papers that wound up in my purse–all the while defending how I function better when surrounded by order.

I pause while sorting and realize I’m sorting someone else’s stuff….my sister’s. (I’ve just helped her complete a move). And there’s this tug at my heart: “What about you Tre? When ya gonna sort your ‘stuff’ ?”

I know that voice. It comes as a little girl sometimes….gently, softly….It comes when I’m mentally running around taking care of a loved one’s needs if I’ve neglected–to some degree–my own daily creatings (writings, meditations, exercising–the stuff that I’ve learned I enjoy doing day to day).

Awareness I’ve neglected my own needs arises, followed by a conflict within. I value helping others and don’t wanna give that up. But I also know I yearn to find balance while doing so, so that I can help while still honoring my creative life practice. So when that tug comes– ‘Tre, what about me?” I know it’s time to regroup and devote thought to my creative doings.

I’m known for dropping my work and hopping the next plane to get to whomever’s asked for my help. I value that flexibility. I value my commitment to growing my relationships. I value my awareness that true love doesn’t come all neat and tidy in a boxed up package you give on a holiday. Real love means being there, making time to be there….even when it’s messy, even when it tries every last ounce of your patience or tests your emotions.

But what I’m learning too is that in really loving and supporting, I gotta drop my agenda of the expected outcome. And I need to better respect the pace and processing of the one I’m helping.
I’ve recognized what I tend to do instead is start orchestrating how I think the project should result. And if it’s not going in that direction, then I start to verbally impose my own sense of right structure and ordered life. And I expect who I’m helping to agree with me 100% and carve out their situation as I would expect, because afterall, my way’s the right way right? Hugely kidding here. Hear the ego?

So if I’m really honest with myself: while agreeing to help is unconditional love, imposing my will on the process or outcome is not. And worse, neglecting my daily needs isn’t loving myself either. But here’s my weakness: Often I don’t know how to say no when that no would translate into ‘yes’ to myself and my own needs.

I am convinced that none of us have to give up our own needs in order to help another…be it family, friend, or anyone who needs help. If there is a need and the yearning within calls to give, you make it happen. It’s the most natural inclination any of us have because it comes from within. That yearning to give, bless, love, support—it’s our spirituality yearning to be our wholeness, all the time.

So it’s more than natural to act on that impulse.

But essential to carve out while agreeing to help, is an awareness of balance. I’ve found I must ask myself to define what I’m gonna need to feel not only are my efforts productive, but so too am I not neglecting myself in the process. I don’t know many women who feel they’ve found a good balance of this. In fact, many I know would agree they always put their own needs aside and feel they neglect themselves.

I’m still trying to figure out how to do this. But figuring this out is vital. It will prevent the ‘I’m outa here’ attitude that crops up when I feel maxxed out.

Because in my anxiousness to fix the problem, I’m also impatient to see the solution and stick around until I do. ☺

Not to be vague: my current scenario involves helping my sister transition from a large home to a smaller one and now that she’s all moved in, we’re surrounded by boxes that still need sifting through, objects that need to be pitched or placed, and my organizational mode doesn’t really rest til the process is completed how I think it ought to be.

But that’s where the test comes in: did I come out to help in order to complete the project to my liking? Or am I here to support how my sister needs the project to be completed. In her eyes, my work here’s done. Technically we’re all moved in. But that bugger in me that is insisting on really completing the project: Ie no boxes, no piles, all in it’s place, well, that may well be my own needs imposing themselves and willing me to orchestrate the outcome.

She’s not inclined to have a similar outcome. Not yet anyway. She wants to take some time, get used to the new surroundings and feel her way.
In the bigger scheme of things, this is small stuff: boxes or no boxes, disarray or order, feeling finished or feeling unfinished.

And if I let myself get pulled into that focus, well, it could be completely frustrating. I like order, things in their place, a finished look. She doesn’t need that. She likes it. But she’s not gonna stay up all night to ensure it (and I’ve ridiculously been found cleaning at 4am if I’ve just returned from a trip and need to reestablish the order of my surroundings).

No one’s right or wrong here. But what remains my goal is this question: Tre, how are you gonna love yourself enough to honor your own needs but at the same time respect your sisters’ and not impose your will?

That voice of the little girl ‘what about me’ is my writing voice. It comes as the nudge when it’s been a few days since I posted or a few more days since I’ve commented on blogs or written in my journal. So today, thought by thought, I’m honoring my sister’s unique way and respecting her desire to emerge gently into this new setting. And I’m respecting my own need to order my thoughts, unpack and organize and place all the ideas into some kind of work that I’ve been ‘storing’ while helping her move and sort. And in so doing, my hope is that I’ll refrain from judging the seeming disarray, enjoy that we continue to share some incredible one to one moments we’ve not had since highschool, and be grateful that our lives can overlap this way right now. It’s really a joy.

In Mary Baker Eddy’s main work, Science and Health, she writes: “Whatever blesses one blesses all.’ And while it’s sometimes hard to find how someone else’s struggle or pain (in this case a transition) can hold a blessing for you, indeed I’m seeing much growth in my own self absorbed tendencies. In dropping my own agenda and coming to support a loved one, I’ve had to flex my all too often rigidity and firmness. I’ve had to go with the flow and deal sometimes. But all the while, the true motive of love and support remain.

And so I remind that little girl voice ‘what about me?” in helping this situation I am caring for her. She’s not neglected. She’s being directly addressed through my nurturing care of others. And as I’m leaving my willful ways aside, she’s even getting to play amidst the socalled disarray of boxes.

Resisting the pull to get frustrated…

Frustration is a big bugger.
It robs you of joy.
It blurs your sense of reason.
It annuls the patience and calm warm heartedness you may tend to feel more regularly. At least the steady calm you may strive to feel more consistently.
And what’s more, it seems like it just springs up outa nowhere.

I can’t stand frustration because it’s a reminder I’ve allowed my emotions to rule the moment instead of standing up to the pull.

Ugh. Today I get F for not getting pulled into frustration.

In fact, maybe I get F for all last week ☺ hee hee.

Okay…pause…breathe….be gentle with my heart….

But man oh man, it just hit me outa nowhere ½ way through the morning. I got pretty darn miffed at someone who hadn’t disclosed a lot of information that to me was essential tidbits in order for me to make a good decision about something.

Ooh! I stayed miffed at him for a real long while and then whammo! I turned the frustration onto myself calling myself every name under the sun outa more frustration that I didn’t think to ask for those fine tuned details.

By lunchtime I was a huge grump and felt really stuck in a big messy moody blues mood ☺ (no offense moody moodies…love that band!).

So here’s what works for me when I recognize that I’m stuck in the rut of frustration.

At least here’s what works when I first realize I’m stuck there. ☺

First, I gotta calm down and breathe. And I do this several ways.
But most importantly is this: I first have to recognize that there’s a ton of muckety muck thoughts squirming all around in my thinking. Nothing’s focused, I feel heated, and a lot of these thoughts fall under the guise of personal accusations, should have’s or could have’s.

Okay, so that’s the first step: stepping or leaping or jumping or mentally running out of that whirlpool.

Then I re-establish what I know is governing and controlling the moment at hand, in spite of my emotions and reactions.

I make my thoughts stand still. And I affirm that the divine Mind, universal intelligence, holds all authority right at that moment. Not my will nor anyone else’s. And right at that moment, everything in the universe that is substantial, lasting, enduring and true is controlled by this Mind.

So I get calm by mentally redirecting my thoughts to focus on what is the foundation of all. And I get this established in thought. I don’t move onto thinking about anything else, in fact, until I am completely still and completely calm and completely OUT of the entanglement of the frustration.

Once I am fully in the knowing of this spiritual fact, that the universal, divine Mind is controlling me and all, then I reason spiritually. I know that because I’m under this control, my thoughts are governed by this Mind and in fact reflect the nature and essence of this Mind.

It is my true nature to be understanding, compassionate, courageous, and intelligent—not stupid, lazy, unprepared, or unfeeling. And once I establish in thought my true nature, I continue to reason, a bit more objectively, about the circumstance at hand knowing full well that I can not fall prey to any tactic that tries to dupe my convictions.

I am much calmer, much more compassionate with my initial motives and intent. And I have forgiveness and understanding in my heart toward the person who earlier I felt wronged me.

And suddenly, with this shift of perspective, a wave of calm comes over me and I can go about the rest of my morning or afternoon or whatever without lashing out or feeling taken advantage of or wronged in any way.

Now, this kind of spiritual reasoning isn’t something I just made up. What has helped me begin to start reasoning spiritually are the ideas that Mary Baker Eddy writes about in her main work Science and Health.

In that book she affirms “We must try our thoughts and see if they are of God.”

This is always a really good bench mark, especially when feeling drowning in a sea of emotions, anger, frustration or self loathing.

The way I’ve come to know if a thought if ‘of God’ is to weigh it. Seriously. Like if you’re buying produce. You don’t get the tomatoes that have a bruise, you don’t pick out the dried up oranges, you don’t get the grapefruit that’s started to smell overripe. So too in thought: anything willful, dark, angry, frustrated–these are not the thoughts of the one universal intelligence.

Right in the midst of feeling the pull of frustration, thought can shift. It can! All it takes is one moment. One thought. And sometimes it’s as simple as doing this in thought “ooh, i can feel that pull of rensentment and anger coming on. Now I know that these thoughts are not my natural inclinations. So I am not going to succome to their pull. I know right now that I reflect and embody the nature of the divine intelligence and so too must my thoughts image that way of thinking.”

But what IS that way of thinking? How can you get out of that frustration rutt and reflect your natural spiritual inclinations?

Well, it’s like this….I am always asking myself: what is the divine Mind knowing about this? How can I see the spiritual substance of this situation right this moment?”

Now don’t laugh or roll your eyes. Often when you feel frustrated, you feel darn well justified at doing so. It’s empowering and full of life and full of feelings you know are well founded, for gosh darn it, this or that situation has screwed up a huge part of your day/week/month, or whatever. Or worse, this situation may well have caused you a ton of pain.

But here’s what I’m seeing more and more:

The only person wronged when I let myself harbor indefinitely in resentment and frustration is me.

Those feelings don’t get me anywhere and really rob me of my rightful peace and joy.

Plus, I just feel yucko when I’m walking around stewing over something. And that yucko feeling robs me further of being able to bring my fresh self to other situations that may have nothing to do with what caused me to be frustrated. You know?

Why should I show up to a friend’s house irritated by something someone said on a phone call? Worse, why should I take that irritability out while I’m driving? Or why should I bring my angered self up to a cash register and act impatiently toward the cashier?

Without realizing it, if we don’t handle our frustrations, they handle us, shape our moments, and carry this dark looming cloud around us wherever we go.

And I guarantee you, if someone’s giving you attitude, generally he or she is mulling over something in their thoughts that has nothing to do with you. He or she is probably stuck in that frustration rutt too.

So how do we not let ourselves be robbed of our right for consistent joy?

Fight it off as if you were barring your home from someone trying to break in or as if you were resisting someone from trying to kidnap you. I’m serious. Fight those thoughts off. Refuse to let them attach themselves as your own thoughts, even when they come as your own thoughts.

In my thoughts, it comes like this “oh, that really miffs me. I can’t believe she did that or he said this. What the heck are they thinking to treat me this way?’

See the self and the human will? It comes guised as my own thoughts, but it is NOT my natural inclinations.

All of our natural inclinations pull us to seek the good and the true substance, not the bad and the ugly.

So right then, in that moment when you feel the pull, when you’ve ‘tried your thoughts’ and see that they are not what you would otherwise naturally think, resist them. And instead, fill your thoughts up with a deep defending of your own innocence, you own being perpetually governed by the one divine Mind, your own liberty to not be duped by evil, unkind, irritating thoughts at any moment.

You see, sometimes we think ‘well okay, if I’m not gonna let myself be frustrated, how can I think so I won’t become that way?”

But it’s not about switching frustration to joy.

It’s about defending your inability to be duped by any thought that differs from the natural spiritual inclinations you have.

Do this a few times and you’ll see how natural it starts to feel to resist the pulls to feel frustrated.

You may in some occasions let something go and just not be moved about it. You may at other times be filled with compassion and understanding toward the socalled wrong doer. But you won’t allow yourself to be duped because you’ve defended that your innocence is unalterable and whole and steady.

I do this sometimes hourly. Some days I do it as the situation arises. But I’m always defending my innocence, and my right to not be duped by malicious thoughts.

In truth, we each have the right to reflect the divine intelligence moment to moment. But it takes work to realize this and better still to live it.

But the rewards of learning how to perpetuate your right to peace and consistent joy are soo soo worth it.

Give it a try. Lemme know how it goes. Lemme know if you need help or wanna chat about
any of the ideas in this blog. Kay?

Enjoy your day……and thanks for reading. ☺

Be well…..Tre 🙂