Will I be more loving today than I was yesterday.  Will I be willing to see the good and not focus on the bad.  Will I stop myself from complaining and celebrate what is beautiful in the eyes of my loved ones.

In each choice you make, in each story you choose to believe in and discuss.  You are either host to love or hostage to the ego.  You choose which story you want to live in.  It is as simple as that.

LAST NIGHT…

…AS I WAS SLEEPING

I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

– – Excerpted from Anthony Merchado’s Last Night While I Was Sleeping translation by Robert Bly

Let all the bees, elves, angels, helpers, whatever, do their job of making “sweet honey from your old failures” by being willing to be your best self unattached to the labels of yesterday.

The pledge is simple.

For the next 100 days…

 I am going to consider the possibility that there is another way.

I won’t talk about war, I will feel peace.
I won’t talk about what isn’t working.  I will experience what is.
I won’t complain about what people don’t do.  I will appreciate what they do.
Cura Et Labore “with care and work”
I am going to allow myself to be uplifted.
And.

Be willing to see change.  In a new light.

In what’s remembered.

Starting October 10, 2013 – 101 Days of Loving Thought on Beliefnet.com’s Flight of the Soul.

lots of love,

Melanie

– Full Poem-

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt — marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.