Week 11 – Friday……almost Saturday AM

Another week where dreams come true almost effortlessly.  On Saturday last, we welcomed a new member into the family.  She is 14 years old, about 1,100 pounds, has 2 white sox and a star on her forehead.  Her coat is a true black and her name is Rita.  ( I PROMISE to post pictures soon – I’ve been so busy getting her settled, I haven’t taken many pictures).

When we bought our home in 2002, there was a barn with two 12 x 12 foot box stalls and a large grassy area down below the house and yard.  Over the years, we have filled the barn with chickens, tools, miscellaneous “stuff and things”; but I always harbored a secret hope that someday those stalls would be filled with that for which they were built – horses.  We never really talked about it, but it turns out my husband had the same secret wish.

Our youngest daughter has inherited her love for horses from me, and has in turn passed it along to our granddaughter.  When an acquaintance offered my daughter one of her horses because she was downsizing her herd, she accepted.  It’s taken a year to get the pasture fenced and the barn updated and water piped down from the house.  Last week Rita came home – just in time for Christmas.  We have all spent much of our time getting to know her and she us.  She has become so used to all of us that she is quite comfortable sticking her nose in our pockets looking for carrots and other possible treats.

As long time ago horse lovers and owners, our hearts are happy.  We love the sounds and yes, the smells.  We love that she has come to a place where she is warm and out of the weather, and where she is busily working to gain the 150-ish pounds that she needs to fill out and be healthy.

I am greatly blessed and deeply happy.  My dreams are coming true.

I love you all.  Goodnight for now.

With Gratitude,




Week 10 – Friday

This has been another week of dreams coming true!

My family, who noticed that I have been a bit on the sad side with the change to rainy weather and shortened daylight hours, took it upon themselves to give me two things that they knew I had been dreaming about for some time.  They changed two rooms in my house that were barely functional and turned them into a lovely, cozy living room and a beautiful and very functional sewing room.

For some time now, since our move from Sitka to WA state, I have had my sewing studio scattered throughout the living room.  With two sewing machines and desks, ironing board, cutting board and bookcases filled with fabric, there was room only for two small chairs in that space.  The dining room, with its table and chairs, filled the rest of the space.  The difficulty in this lay in the fact that there was no room for visitors.  We have  been avoiding having people to our home due to the crowded area having no place to sit and relax.

The back bedroom has been set up as a small sitting and TV room.  This was done so that we would have a spare bedroom area for our infrequent visitors.  We didn’t use it very often, though, so it was largely wasted space.

My husband, daughters, and son traded spaces and made a HUGE difference!  Our living room, while it does still have a 12-foot frame and quilting machine, is well-lit and warm.  All our favorite chairs, TV, books and movies are close at hand; mine is next to the window and has all the light I desire.

The sewing room is spacious and my machine is beneath the window.  One of the nicest features is that the heating duct is right next to my feet and legs under the sewing machine.  While lighting is still problematic, despite the several lamps I’ve clustered around the machine, my brilliant husband solved the problem this afternoon…….he will be installing a light bar in the ceiling along the length of my ironing area (which is a 6-foot dresser top).

I spent the greater part of the afternoon in there today, for the first time.  My favorite quilts are hung on the walls, my thread holder containing the rainbow of silky, shining thread hangs on the wall next to me.  The painting of Gracie Lou (the Dogporter-at-Large) that my daughter created for me hangs over the threads.  My treasures were all around me, and I went to my very happy place and lived there for several hours.

Every day I take the time to “count my blessings” and think of all the graces and blessings that have been given to me simply because I am loved….by my Creator, my husband, my children, granddaughter, and my sweet Gracie Lou.  I am gifted with beloved friends. My home is spacious enough for all the people and dogs that live here.  It is warm, dry and sits on several acres of land.  On Sunday, my daughter’s horse, Rita, will be coming to live in the renovated barn and pasture awaiting her.  Around the time of the New Year, there will be an enclosed exercise pool in the back yard.

My life is sweet and I am more grateful than I can express.  The future holds dreams and challenges and I am strong and powerful; connected to God and the universal mind that runs through us all.

I love you all.

Jeanettesewing deskcloset and cutting tablenew living room

Week 9 – Friday

Hello from Magical Falcon Cove, OR,

My husband and I have joined dear friends, Anne and Hugh Jenings, for a long Thanksgiving weekend – in Falcon Cove, where my DMP is based.  Just up the street from the adorable house where we are staying is the house described at length in my DMP and Press Release.  Newly on the market (again, and for the 3rd time this year), it extends its arms to us in welcome.

Walking the property and looking in the windows, I am struck anew by how natural and homelike it feels already.  The garden beds are filled with almost exactly the base plants I would put in – rhododendrons, hydrangea and hosta – and await only the splashes of color to be added from daffodils, tulips, dahlia, delphinium, lilies (many!), gladiolus, hyacinths, iris, crocus, and a myriad of wildflowers and Shasta daisies.

Circling the house from 3 sides is a lovely and wide gravel walkway lined with large rocks.  There are rock walls front and back crying for cascading colors.  As one of my gardening specialties is rock walls, this just adds to the sweetness of my dream.  A line of rhododendrons along the south property border is simply awaiting planting.

I have twice driven my car up to the garage, turned it off, and walked up to the house, taken a picture of the car, and then pulled out of the driveway as I would every day.

I have so much more material to use in my daily visualizations!  The house becomes more and more real and vivid in my imagination as it becomes a more exact match to the real thing. Walking on the deck where I have my morning coffee and meditation, smelling the scents of ocean and forest, looking at the views, touching the plants, planning furniture placement, touching the cedar shake exterior – adding actual FEELINGS AND SMELLS to my imagining – what an incredible fusion of reality and imagination! “My soul dances and sings it existential excitement and gratitude, while my body creates the rhythm” is the key phrase in my DMP.  This day have I danced, sang and created what I have dreamed into reality.

I am humbled and grateful.  I have so much for which to be thankful.  I am truly blessed with graces beyond imagining.

Wishing all of you a happy and peaceful holiday season.  Know that I love you.


Week 8 – a little after Friday

I have had techno-difficulties with my site.  Thanks to expert help, I am back up and running.

Many thanks to all of you who have been reading and commenting on my pages – I am humbled by your kind words and thoughts.

This week has been tougher than the others.  Looking at my goals staring back at me was overwhelming in terms of how far I still need to travel.  I forgot about using a knife and fork to eat the elephant.

I spent some time on the phone with my guide, Cheryl H., who assured me that it was perfectly OK to put shorter-term goals on the shapes; things achievable to look at and plan for.

It has been becoming more and more clear to me, after about week 5, that the path I had chosen to reach my DMP may well not be the right one for me.  Doing the work, attending the events, watching and studying the experts has yielded – no discernible results in terms of business-building.  Subby has been sending me message after message with alternative ideas for reaching my goals, and I’ve begun to explore them.

I am able right now to live parts of my DMP.  I am a woman of strong faith and my beliefs lead me to the observation that my God may have a very different idea of what He wants me to accomplish and where He wants me to serve.  As that purpose is at the close of my DMP and Press Release, it deserves strong consideration.

I apologize for the lateness of my submission.  Technology willing, I’ll be timely in the future.

Have a great week, Everyone.  See you in week 9 – yes?

With gratitude.  Jeanette

Week 7 – Friday

Ahhhh, the Mental Diet….  It is certainly true that, with attention, I see how much negativity rises up through the layers of concentration to bubble out the top.  It’s as though by replacing some of the negativity with positivity, the pressure within has been released and even more comes out.  For lovers of carbonated beverages, you’ve noticed how, once the cap comes off the bottle and the pressure is released, lots and lots of bubbles are released from the liquid….it’s kind of a weird analogy, but it works (for me).

It’s Friday, and until now, I have been re-starting the Diet daily.  I re-start again in the morning in the expectation of getting through an entire day, another, another, and eventually to the 7 day goal.  Being a salty sailor and retired from the medical field, my language often gets ahead of my brain….  and so I begin again.

Scroll II is a beautiful message that brings light and hope with every read.  I drink in every word (carbonated, I’m sure!!) and feel it trickle down and become a part of my cellular being.  I am so happy and grateful to have found this MasterKey and Mandino.

I’ve had a few struggles this week.  Having completed my Vision board and put shapes all over my house, I am struggling with motivation.  Perhaps it is because the reality of the board brings home to me how far I have yet to progress; both in my spiritual growth and toward my DMP.  I am also struggling again with sadness that I do not understand.

More importantly tho,, I have had successes with releasing emotions that have held me back in the past.  Working with professionals who think outside the box and work with identification and removal of old roadblocks has made a big difference.

And, wouldn’t you know, with the release of some old “stuff” today,  the perfect music of my recording has made itself known to me (no surprise there, right?) Through that making known, I have rediscovered my passion for the piano.  My childhood piano, which has accompanied me around the world to my various duty stations and sat silent is now residing in my cold and rather dark basement.  With the discovery that piano lessons are available online (my daughter laughingly informed me that I need to come into the present time) rather than having to search for a teacher to come to me, I can go to the lessons.

All that is left is talking to my husband and son about lugging that beautiful instrument upstairs and “into the light”.  I believe this is a big piece of myself that has been in cold storage for 50 years.  I am excited to begin re-exploring the world of piano music.

That’s it for this week.  See you soon, yes?



Week 6 – Friday

This has been a week of super-highs and super-lows; of ebb and flow, “catch-and-release” if you will.

My family created a haven of peace, an oasis of warmth and beauty for me by switching two rooms in the house.  Moving the sewing room to the back of the house and making a living room space in the front with open flow and space from the dining room through the living room was a great deal of work for them – and I love them dearly for it.  Clear space and flow is critical to my inner peace and now they’ve given that to me.  I sat up very late that first night – almost into the next morning – not wanting to leave my cozy warm space.

I went to sleep that night happier than I’ve been in a very long time; and woke up the next morning still feeling that beautiful feeling and went directly to my chair for that critical first cup of coffee.  (My husband makes my special brew, adds cacao, coconut oil, cinnamon, and hemp milk; then buzzes everything up in the blender.  He then delivers it to me with foam on top).

It was at that point that life intervened and crisis began.  Around the same time, an illness I have been fighting made its return known.  The week has raced by, with no time to build the Dream Board, though I was able to find some toy compasses and some “bling” to add to it at the appropriate time.  Here it is Friday night and I’m racing to catch up…….where did that “happy” feeling go?

But the really cool thing is this:  I have handled the illness, the crisis, the myriad of things that life threw at me this week with a great deal more calm than I would have prior to Masterkey.  The “happy” is still there to be found, as is my lovely, sweet space.

Subby has been working overtime this past week also, sending me thoughts, ideas and messages.  It’s amazing how well it communicates when I get out of its way.  Haanel’s lesson this week continues to bring enlightenment and I devour every word of it.

That’s it for this week – see you all soon!  Peace be our journey, friends.

Week 5 – Thursday

Wow! Oh my goodness!  I sat with a cup of coffee this morning and read through Emerson’s Essay on Compensation…..not exactly what I anticipated, but something even better!  His style and word paintings evoke a craft and a time long past – yet is spot-on in this present.

He gives words beautifully to feelings I’ve experienced, especially his words on change and growth coming from perceived loss.  Still in recovery from an event where not only I, but my husband and granddaughter experienced devastating loss, I appreciate – in retrospect – how it was a “blessing in disguise” and how we have grown from the experience.  Would that this growth could have happened without the pain, especially on the part of my granddaughter!  All we could do at the time was take one breath…..then another…..then still another, until we didn’t have to think about every one of them.  Our subconscious resumed control over respiration and other vital functions and we began our recovery.  Compensation begins in tiny steps, and we live to recover and grow further.

If you haven’t yet had the time to read the essay, you may anticipate a treat much like a deep, rich cup of cocoa or pumpkin pie with whipped cream in the fall time.

Peace be our Journey, friends.

Until next time,