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I looked in the mirror, but there was no one to see.
Only a reflection of what you would like me to be.

An outline was forming and becoming clear.
Who I am was appearing and coming near.

The sun tried my tears and healed my heart.
I have the power to enjoy a new start.

Choices are mine, they always were.
I am beauty and truth, no longer the old her.

I love you!

Susan Page

We are all loving beings. It is built into our Hearts, Spirits and Souls. Even the beauty of nature is love and if we notice it, it always surrounds us with love. The trees, flowers, birds and butterflies, all send us loving energy.

We seem to be so busy with our “To Do” list, we rush around and don’t notice the sky, clouds, even children playing in the park.

When we do notice an empty space inside ourselves, the space where love lives, we look outside our ourselves, hoping someone else can fill that empty space with love.

Yet, even if another person does love us, their love cannot fill that space and make us whole.

What can we do? Stop, look around, find nature, or Spirit or Divine Consciousness to anchor love inside yourself, bring it into that space. Smile, pay attention to it. Get used to it and enjoy the peace it brings you. After all it belongs to you ….and it is who you really are.

I love you!

Susan

We all want to be happy, but reasons we justify as important issues keep getting in our way. Many of us think that once a problem is solved, we will be happy. However, it seems like something else always comes along to distract us and give us a new problem to solve.

What can we do? How about taking a step back from problems and looking at them like a glitch in the road, something that will eventually pass along in a stream of life’s issues.

Instead of dread and worry, how about thinking of new ways to be creative and even ask friends and family to join in and brainstorm solutions, or write a list of problems and ask your higher self for answers, listen to ideas in whispers or as clues as you move through your day.

It is important to be happy for yourself and those around you. Notice the flowers blooming, the trees swaying in the breeze, the children playing at the park, the dogs and cats who live in your home or down the street.

Make a smile list and look at it often. Use triggers around your home or at work to help you remember to smile.

Be happy and you will live in a happy world.

Peace, love and happiness to you!

I love you!

Susan Page

Are we always waiting? For a bus, for a better job, for the love of our lives? For tomorrow when things will be more calm, hopefully have less to do, maybe a good surprise and a happier day?

Why isn’t this very moment good enough to stop and enjoy? Look around. Where are you? Find some beauty right there waiting to be noticed. A flower, a poem, a bubble bath, a good book, perhaps a child’s smile.

YOU, my love as part of the larger scope of life are absolutely perfect exactly as you are in this precious moment. Be grateful you are who you are. A unique individual in a swirling pool of life. Stand up for who you are, be proud and happy to contribute your energy, your smile, your personality to the rest of us. We can all feel you as we are all connected in the world of Spirit and creation.

You are meant to be here now….and be exactly who you are and where you are….right now while you are reading this. Your breath, flows in and out of your body and mingles with all of us.

Being you, gives each one of us permission to join you and be ourselves. Be Happy, and each one of us feels happy. Be loving and each one of us feels loved.

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Lets share our wisdom and our love. Lets raise the energy on the planet together.

I love you!
Susan Page

I was born in Alaska in a house my father built. I am a young man now. I like to sit in my rocker by the fire and remember a story he told me.

He would take a long slow puff on his pipe. He eyes glistened and became a window to his soul. “Son,” he would say, while he reached over, smiled and patted my knee. “I was born in an igloo. We were a small tribe of mostly family and a few friends who became family.”

He looked out the window, then he would stand and pace the wooden floor. “I only knew what a young boy would know, mostly from stories the elders told the children,” he said, “Until one day my father and I harnessed the dog sled and off we went in the direction of the mountains and the blue sky. I was happy! Only my father and me.

“Well after dark we stopped at a magical place. That was when I saw my first wooden house. It had doors and windows, furniture, you know, things I had never seen before.”

I pulled on my fathers hand, and looked up to his face. “Papa, when I grow up, I will have a wooden house.” The warmth of his smile filled me.

He took a deep breath. “All my childhood, I worked at menial jobs and saved my money for my house. When I married your mother I knew it was time. It was me and my friends who built this wooden house.”

He took another puff from his pipe. We both watched the smoke curl and disappear into the air. Then he continued. “One day I was sitting in the rocker where you sit now staring into that fire, when your mother sat on the floor by me.

She said, “My love, you have your beautiful wooden house, yet you look so sad!”

I remember squeezing her hand. I said, “My dear, I miss my Igloo.” She smiled. “Well, we can sell this house and go home to our family and friends.”

“No,” I said, “I will not go back. I will not build another igloo.”

The next day, your mother walked down the road through the snow and saw me building an igloo.”

“So, you are moving here.” she said. “You will live here and I will live in the wooden house. I will wait for you there.”

“Fear ran circles around me and through me. I grabbed her. “NO,” I said, “Then I will not miss my igloo, but my heart will be torn into rags because I will miss you.”

She laughed, the lines by her eyes crinkled.

I drew her close. “We will both live in the wooden house and when we want to remember the olden days, we will come here…..together. Before I met you I knew I didn’t just want a woman to live with, I wanted a woman I couldn’t live without.”

Then my father would sit back down and pat my knee again. Another puff on his pipe then he said, “You my son, must remember this always, don’t look for a woman you can live with. You must find a woman you cannot live without.”

I looked over at my wife as she brought our baby son to me. Tears came to my eyes. “Father,” I whispered to his memory standing next to me. “You are a very wise man. When my son is older, I will tell him your story and hopefully your story and your love will pass down for all generations to come. I honor you.”

I could swear I felt the warmth of his smile and I smelled the smoke from his pipe.

Channeled by Susan Page