A Blog by Adrienne Wallace

Current mood: breezy Category: Life February 21, 2009 - Connecticut The beginning is now ....and it always will be folks. This week more than any other, I found myself having conversations of both business and personal nature which reaffirms one thing. People can't get up and get going because they are mired in their past. They are living in their days gone by and they are not able to move on. They have a hard time forgiving that some things just don't last forever and that some things simply end and don't work out as they would have planned or because they didn't plan {ahem! and amen!}. With the number of job losses being incomprehensible at best and companies basically playing games and being squeamish when it comes to new hires and interviews, I think their is a psychological premise for hanging on to what has been. Memory of regimen can be a bitch even if that regimen did not serve us in getting to our personal best. We likely felt most normal because for good or...

Be thankful for the love you have got. The ability to see, hear, speak the word "love" mobilizes the capacity to give and receive it. There are people who have a real reason to say, "I am missing love." Think of the families and loved ones of the souls lost on that Continental flight into buffalo, just 2 days ago. That my friend is missing love. I'm praying for them and sending my love energy their way. Thank you Halim. For evoking a consciousness that you may not even have intended. Love to you all.... Those Three Words, "A" Comment | Copy This

This January of ours !!! - Nature's Winter Thu 12:16am Edit Note Delete Uploaded via Facebook Mobile This January of ours ...has been wonderful in the Northeast ; if you know what to do with it. I dare you to go out and play in the snow. Remember the big fluffy one we got last week? The snowflakes floated gracefully through the air and it was like white cotton candy all over the place. When was the last time you stuck your tongue out and tasted the snow flakes? When was the last time we had this much snow? Not in a long time right? The times when we did have winters like this seemed more stable, more " normal", and more happy in some ways for more of us. Yes it is cold, slippery in some areas, icy and all of that. But, I would never call it " brutual" or some of the words that I hear and see being used. I mean really, is that any way to talk to Mother Nature? Yes it's extremely icy in some spots. Icy just seems like that loving mother calling out -" No...

I believe in the flow Current mood: awake Category: Life I believe in the healthy flow of life and today said to myself, " Little A...you know it has to flow." Yes , sometimes I say to myself " Little A" to remind me to treat new learning with gentleness, enthusiasm, optimism and the gratitude of a child. We so often push for loving, push for wanting, push someone to stay, push for acknowledgement, push to convince and push to pretend, we even push for change that may never come or really simply may not be part of the plan for the person , place, or ourselves. Seriously... wasn't it hard enough being born? Wasn't there enough push and tug in that process? Just getting here and screaming out loud because the peace we once knew was disrupted..that was enough no? Getting here is a struggle but living here should be about striving for peace, serenity, greatness and having it. No cheap dramas and such. I talked with a dear friend and family member about a situat...

Finding Joys Light: Spiritual Mechanics for overcoming Unrequited Love..... Some time ago I got a call from a friend who was in emotional distress about the failure of her relationship with a man she had chosen to have a child with. Nothing was planned and nothing had gone has she had hoped and while in the midst of living the life she had not expected, she was questioning how someone she loved so much could treat her so badly. Her mood and way of being had become angry, neurotic in fact and she was pushing away the love that was truly authentic in her life. She thought for sure that she would not recover. I thought for sure that she could if not for her own sake, for the sake of her toddler daughter. Who of us has not felt the sting of unrequited love? Be it when we were just seven years old and so adored that young schoolmate who probably never treated us kindly, but in spite of it all each time we were suckers for punishment and we still wanted to play on their team, sit next to...