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Humanity’s Rhythm and Flow

Rhythm and Balance and more, I’m becoming aware that everyone has a rhythm. Every social group, family, and community is comprised of a broad range of rhythms which combined, serve to give the social unit balance. People within those groups are drawn together by those rhythms; some because they’re similar and go through life at a compatible pace, and others as opposites, or at least vastly different because as individuals we need to find our own balance at an interpersonal level.

In my own social circle, I’m seeing people who are extremely high energy; always on. They’re like hummingbirds flitting from flower to flower never settling long. Only those in similar rhythm actually stay with them for the whole ride. For the rest, their pace can be exhausting. Others plod along unhurried, enjoying the sights along the way. Often, their company serves as a resting place from the people who are always “on”; a place to catch your breath before diving into the next adventure.

The rhythms interact together, separately, and in concert with other rhythms within the group to form an ebb and flow that’s the heartbeat of the community. The energy is in constant flux as people move from one level to another according to their needs and circumstances.

Finding My Own Level Moment by Moment

Some rhythms (like mine for instance) wink in and out as the need for stimulation separation ebbs and flows. Others seem to be the spark that keeps everything lit, like the pilot light on your stove or water heater. Many, in fact, engage and disengage in a dance known only to the dancer, and even then, often at a subconscious level.

Still, there’s an element of frenzy attached to the ones who are always on. I watched one recently who was running on minimal sleep, yet believing she had to keep moving or burn out. For some reason, the idea of burning out, or not shining brightly was unacceptable to her, whereas I find those moments of quiet a welcome respite. In fact, I took a few minutes to sit alone in my beach chair with music and voices swirling around me to disappear into my own personal space. I’ve learned it’s actually a gift to be able to do that.

Disconnection is Part of the Flow, a discussion ensued about feeling alone in a crowd; disconnected from the energy flow. There was a time I’d have felt uncomfortable when that feeling of disconnection came on. One night, I decided to ride it out instead of fighting it, or looking for the source of my disconnection (me, someone else, something else). I discovered experiencing moments of disconnection weren’t really a bad thing. Instead, they give me a different, and often clearer perspective.

Sometimes, I need to step back into myself to simply feel the music, the energy, and the rhythm. Other times, I need to step out of the scene so I can see something or someone more clearly. No matter why the feeling suddenly comes on, I’ve learned to honor it because it’s there for a reason. There’s something I’m supposed to notice.

Maybe it’s discord in my own thinking, or a need to retreat and steer clear of impending drama. Perhaps someone needs me to be aware they’re not OK even if there’s nothing I can say or do for the moment. Sometimes things are simply shifting, and I need to stand back and let the shift happen.

The Dynamics of Community

In every community and social circle, the dynamics are constantly in motion. They Created with Canvadrive some closer together while others move further apart, or into other circles as their own rhythm shifts and changes. I picture a kaleidoscope where all of the participants are pieces of colored glass. With each turn, the pieces shift and reassemble into different patterns, never returning to the same one twice.

I realize my view may be overly complicated. People don’t shift as quickly as the pieces in a kaleidoscope, though sometimes, watching a room from the sidelines, I feel as if it does. In truth, I’m seeing certain pieces moving faster than others, and some simply standing in place allowing the others to drift around them in groups and individually. (often, the stationary piece is me)

The view changes dramatically when I’m in the middle of things instead of on the sidelines. Sometimes, I’ll even get a kind of bird’s-eye view of myself drifting from circle to circle. In the process, I leave bits of energy behind with each group and individual I touch.

Sharing or Not. Which Do You Choose? occurs to me that the ones vibrating the fastest leave the smallest pieces of themselves behind; perhaps only the tiniest spark. Is it by accident, or design? In a way, I accomplished the same thing when I kept myself tightly encased in a kind of energy damping cotton wool. My touch was feather-light and few if any even felt me pass. Though the swift movers can definitely be felt, they’re gone before a piece of themselves escape their own version of protection.

I guess in a way each person fears losing a part of themselves. They perform their own complicated maneuvers to prevent it from happening, though, like me, they’re often unaware they’re doing it. Coming to terms with my own unfounded fears made me realize something important.

Learning the Rules of Connection

Connecting deeply with other people doesn’t mean giving up a part of myself. Instead, it allows me to open up and build on what I have with input from others. It creates a synergy where the whole is more dynamic; more evolved than it could possibly have been left to its own devices.

Opening up to the infinite number of rhythmic levels in my communities is teaching me how limitless I can be, but only if I let others in. The lessons I’m learning aren’t always easy or comfortable as they’re completely at odds with what I was taught to believe, and saw fit to hold onto for far too long. Which serves to remind me, growth, discovery, and learning always occur outside the comfort zone. Thank goodness I learned to chuck mine aside, realizing it was about as useful as an empty banana peel.

Finding Gratitude in the Little Things

My gratitudes today are:

  1. I’m grateful for friends old and new who are teaching me what it truly means to live a full and fulfilling life.
  2. I’m grateful for opportunities to experience different rhythms.
  3. I’m grateful for the communities which allow me to learn, grow, and experience a life I never before knew existed.
  4. I’m grateful for the quiet times which allow me to reflect on the new things I’ve been learning.
  5. I’m grateful for abundance; love, growth, experiences, life, energy, rhythm, friendship, shifts, change, peace, health, harmony, joy, philanthropy, and prosperity.

Love and Light


About the Author

Sheri Conaway is a writer, blogger, ghostwriter, and an advocate for cats and mental health. Sheri believes in the Laws of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. Her mission is to Make Vulnerable Beautiful and help entrepreneurs touch the souls of their readers and clients so they can increase their impact and their income. If you’d like to have her write for you, please visit her Hire Me page for more information. You can also find her on Facebook Sheri Levenstein-Conaway Author or in her new group, Putting Your Whole Heart Forward

Laziness Disguised as Narcissism

Narcissists Feed on Empaths

Created with CanvaLately I find myself drawn into conversations about Empaths and Narcissists with increasing frequency. Not that I mind as it allows me to see things from others’ perspective, furthering my understanding of both sides of the equation. Admittedly, the conversations with Narcissists are rarer, and usually indirect, while those with Empaths tend to be more revealing. Typically, those conversations involve recent revelations by an Empath concerning succumbing to and escaping from a Narcissist. All too often realizing they (or really, we) have been taken in by someone after spending a great deal of time and energy trying to please one for whom no amount of attention and devotion is ever enough.

Unfortunately, most Empaths don’t learn how to recognize a Narcissist or even that we’re allowed to set boundaries until we’ve been taken in and sucked dry at least a couple of times. The breed tends to be over-the-top charming and, for a little while at least, able to make us feel special. Often, it’s impossible to tell the difference between adoration and a need to have us hyper-focusing on them alone . We don’t notice the increasing isolation at first, and our natural empathy rises to the top where we give much more than we’re getting.

Detaching from the Insatiable Beast

Eventually, we do realize no matter how much we give, the Narcissist is never satisfied. When we start back, we’re often subjected to anger and abuse. But if we can stick to our guns and make it clear we want our boundaries respected, we eventually find ourselves alone again. Our own energies slowly flow back as they’re not being depleted by an insatiable beast. Once we get past the pain and sense of betrayal, we often experience a sense of relief. It may take awhile to recognize the bullet we dodged or the joy of being alone rather than dancing to someone else’s tune.

Narcissists are emotional carrion feeders. They attract with charm as opposed to taking an active part in building a relationship. Once it becomes too much of an effort, they hiss and spit a bit, then move on to greener pastures where they can lie on a rock looking beautiful until someone new draws near and is caught, however briefly in their net.

Emotional Laziness Misconstrued that everyone with a tendency to be emotionally lazy is a Narcissist. Some people honestly prefer to use their energy for other things; a job, a talent, a cause—something that stirs their passion but doesn’t involve a personal relationship with another individual. Often, their focus is necessary in order to achieve the results they desire. Then too, an Empath whose heart has been trampled too much may retreat into something else for however long it takes them to heal. In some cases, it can take the rest of their life.

Lynea Lattanzio of Cat House on the Kings is one who has, for the last 25 years or so devoted all her energy to a cause she believes in with all her heart. Starting with her home and about 6 acres of land on the Kings River, she built a sanctuary and rescue for cats. She purchased 6 more acres of adjacent land with a bequest from one of her supporters, and continues to grow her program to include adoptable cats, ferals,  FIV+, kittens, and even dogs, peacocks and goats. Feral cats are allowed to live out their lives in the pastures where they can decide to trust a human or two—or not. If you want to learn more about her rescue efforts, click on the link. Cat House on the Kings was featured on National Geographic Wild in a segment called The Lady with 700 CatsLast I heard, that number is at least a few hundred low, despite adoption facilities at 2 Petcos as well as their own. Lynea is not one to turn away a cat or kitten in need.

Learning to Avoid What Sucks Us Dry

Once again, I’ve gotten a bit off track. Yet my point here is to demonstrate that simply a lack of to put effort into relationships does not a Narcissist make. Quite often it’s simply a case of different priorities. And sometimes, it’s an Empath who’s been tossed around by a Narcissist’s whims for too long and intentionally directs his or her efforts elsewhere, perhaps to heal, or perhaps to find an outlet for their gifts which will feed instead of bleed them.

Yet the fact remains that laziness in relationships is one of many factors which, in combination characterize a Narcissist; factors Empaths and other HSP’s (Highly Sensitive People) learn, often through experience and pain, to recognize and eventually avoid.

I’ve seen discussions on both sides of the argument about whether another Empath is a good or bad match. Some favor a mate who isn’t as sensitive to the energies and the ebb and flow of emotions to balance them out. Others prefer someone who “gets” them because they know what it feels like to be overwhelmed by the outside world at times. Like anything else, I think it comes down to a combination of attraction and where you need balance in your life. In my opinion, all relationships are about balance, but that balance comes in different areas for different people.

Needless to say, the only one who finds balance in a relationship between an Empath and a Narcissist is the Narcissist. Even then, it’s a tenuous kind of balance which is upset when the Narcissist stops getting what they want, or essentially overbalances the Empath.

Finding My Balance With Gratitude

My gratitudes today are:

  1. I am grateful for the conversations I attract which allow me to learn more about myself and others who experience similar things.
  2. I am grateful for my work space where cats can sprawl in their favorite spots on the desk, behind the computer, on the shelf under the window, or anywhere they feel they need to to be close to me.
  3. I am grateful for things which challenge me to get out of my comfort zone and out of my own way.
  4. I am grateful for the inspiration and motivation I’ve been feeling the last few days to write, organize, and de-clutter.
  5. I am grateful for abundance; inspiration, motivation, joy, energy, writing, connection, relationship-building, positive indifference, improving social acuity, pre-holiday planning, health, harmony, peace, philanthropy, and prosperity.

Love and Light

About the Author

Sheri Conaway is a writer, blogger, ghostwriter, and advocate for cats. Sheri believes in the Laws , of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. Her mission is to Make Vulnerable Beautiful and help entrepreneurs touch the souls of their readers and clients so they can increase their impact and their income. If you’d like to have her write for you, please visit her Hire Me page for more information. You can also find her on Facebook Sheri Levenstein-Conaway Author or in her new group, Putting Your Whole Heart Forward.



A Time to Detach and A Time to Connect

Embracing the Moments of Detachment

Until recently, when I’d start to feel detached or disconnected even when surrounded by people, I’d fight the feeling and work overtime trying to find a point of connectedness. Typically, my efforts were futile, further frustrating and even depressing me.

When it happened while dancing, I’d end up drawing into my own little bubble of energy of being in the moment in spite of myself. It made the experience less joyful if only because I didn’t get that extra boost from the energy of the other dancers and people watching on the sidelines.

Lately I’ve discovered the best way to manage moments when I feel like I’m on the outside looking in is to embrace them and actually enjoy the moment when I’m a bubble floating above and through the crowd, dancing my own dance to the music in my head. It is, in fact, merely a moment in time in the Life experience; an integral part of the unique individual who is Me. I’d already learned fighting it was futile, and often made me feel worse. Now I see how embracing it and “going with the flow” can not only enhance the moment, but make those moments of connection even more special and fulfilling.

Alone Time Can Occur Almost Anywhere

As an introvert, I need periods of alone time when I have no connection with humans, either directly or electronically. What it took me a long time to figure out was those disconnected moments aren’t always convenient. They don’t always occur when I can close myself into my personal space with no one but the cats for company. Sometimes, they come on when I’m out in the world, doing something I love like dancing. The challenge is in maintaining my balance while facing what seems to be a discordant situation.

In truth, I haven’t had a problem isolating myself in a crowd since I learned to shield decades ago. Sometimes I do it because the crowd’s energy would overwhelm me if I left myself open to it. Others, because I need to be more of an observer than a participant for a little while.

As one who often dines alone, I’ve become rather an expert at tuning out the noises around me. I might be reading or writing, or simply listening to music through my earphones. I’ve learned these moments of isolation in a public place can actually be quite productive. My ADD brain is able to hyper-focus, and often, I get more writing done when stuff is going on around me than I do in the quiet and peace of my home.

Using the Ability to Hyper-Focus to Best Advantage

Years ago, I worked in an office the owners had created by converting an old house. My office was an

open space which used to be the living room, and was shared with a couple of other people and a micro computer. I faced a sliding door which led to the parking lot behind the building. Needless to say, there were always distractions whether it was people moving around or holding conversations, telephones ringing, or client calls. I had to learn to tune it out and get my work done. With the detail necessary for accounting and tax work, it wasn’t always easy. But my ability to hyper-focus served me well, and I’d get to the point where I didn’t even notice what was going on around me. If someone approached my desk, they might have to shake me loose (figuratively, of course) in order to get my attention.

I learned from the experience that I work best with a little distraction, whether it’s music playing in the background (Pandora was a godsend for me!), surrounding myself with people and movement in a coffee shop or restaurant (preferably not at peak hours. There is a limit to the amount of distraction I can have and still be productive), a table at the bar where I dance while a lesson is going on—the possibilities are truly endless. I’ve even written at length on a writing prompt while ensconced in one of the red Adirondack chairs on my front porch with my outside cats demanding the attention they don’t get when I’m holed up in the house.

Finding Balance Whether We Like it Or Not

Like so many other things in life, it’s all about balance. We can’t be connected all the time any more than we can be disconnected. We don’t always get to choose what we need when either. We can outline our life with a schedule, but we have to be flexible with the outline, and with ourselves. Stuff happens and we may need to break away from our schedule. Sure emergencies happen, but what I’m talking about isn’t anything as overt as an illness or accident.

Sometimes life kicks us in the butt because we’ve fallen into a rut that’s taking us nowhere fast. It might be a demonstration of how low we’ve sunk without even realizing it, or a study in contrasts to feed the artist’s soul within all of us. It might be a need to do something purely spontaneous because we can, and because when we take a day to do what feels good, we come back twice or even ten times as productive afterwards.

Letting An Artist’s Date Go Where It Will

Case in point. I spontaneously turned a gym day into an extended artist’s date one sweltering Monday afternoon. I threw laptop, notebook, colored pens, and Judy Reeves’ “A Writer’s Book of Days” into my trunk before leaving the house just in case. After a pretty decent leg workout, I drove to Panera, ordered a salad, and found a table with an electrical outlet nearby.

As it turned out, the laptop never came out of its case. Instead, I spent an hour and a half writing a four page story from one of the book’s writing prompts. In fact, I am considering turning it into a post on my website, as, for once, it didn’t take a turn to the dark side.

Feeling pretty good after what I’d produced, I wandered over to a FroYo place nearby, lingering over a dish of half fresh fruit and half FroYo (my favorites, Death by Chocolate and Sea Salt Pretzel) before succumbing to the ultimate indulgence, the $5 Book Store. $15 and 5 books later, I was happy as a pig in mud on a hot summer day.

Time Time to Detach Recharges Our Batteries

Instead of wearing me out, especially after walking around in the 100 degree heat, I came home and got busy. I finished and scheduled another blog post, cut up 2 pineapples and a cantaloupe, and made enough salad to last me 3 or 4 days. Of course, I was motivated by trash day and wanting to get all the rinds, peels and vegetable parts into the trash so they wouldn’t sit in the barrel stinking up my garage for a week where the heat would turn them into a fermented mess of slime and goo.

The funny thing is, I’m feeling extra energetic, getting up and hitting the ground running. I believe it’s because I’m learning to embrace the moments when I feel disconnected instead of fighting them. They appear to serve a purpose, even if that purpose is to make me more of an observer than a participant. As an observer, I have to clear the cobwebs so my vision is unobstructed, and it gives me a clearer view of the path forward in realizing the dreams I have; not only the small, easily achievable ones, but those huge, somewhere-in-the-future dreams with components whose path to realization is still hidden from my sight.

A Time for Every Thing

There’s a verse from the Bible which, though I eschew religion, I’ve always found inspiring. It applies now, more than ever:

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

The more I learn to embrace the different aspects of my personality, the changing needs of my heart, body, spirit, and mind, the more powerful these words become, and the more convinced I become of the validity of Eckhart Tolle’s teachings about living in the Now. Only by being in the moment and accepting the conditions as a temporary thing can we live the life we were meant to live and achieve the things we desire. Above all, it encourages me to remember I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing what I’m meant to do in this moment in time. Resistance is futile, and self-limiting.

Honoring the Need to Detach on Occasion Leads to More Gratitude

My gratitudes today are:

  1. I’m grateful for the simplest of reminders which come into my life at unexpected moments.
  2. I’m grateful I’m learning to embrace instead of resist the changes coming to me every day.
  3. I’m grateful for spontaneity. It reminds me nothing is engraved in stone, and almost everything can be put off for a little while so we may experience life.
  4. I’m grateful for solitude and distraction. Both are necessary for a productive, fulfilling life.
  5. I’m grateful for abundance; love, life, experiences, choices, opportunities, joy, sorrow, gifts, and losses, health, peace, harmony, philanthropy, and prosperity.

Love and Light


About the Author

Sheri Conaway is a writer, blogger, Virtual Assistant and advocate for cats. Sheri believes in the Laws of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. She specializes in creating content that helps entrepreneurs touch the souls of their readers and clients so they can increase their impact and their income. If you’d like to have her write for you, please visit her Hire Me page for more information. You can also find her on Facebook Sheri Levenstein-Conaway Author

Playing Devil’s Advocate

Devil’s Advocate for Both Sides

I don’t typically address political issues here, but even the limited amount of exposure I have to the news has started me wondering about a few things. Add to the mix are the arguments (and sometimes rants) on social media from both sides of the table. I find value on both sides, and as such, am an often unwelcome Devil’s Advocate for almost everyone.

Could Our Constitutional Rights Be At Risk?

Our government seems to have taken an extended vacation in crazy town, but at the risk of sounding like the conspiracy theorist I decidedly am not, I can’t help but ask whether it’s simply part of their ongoing plan to distract the general public (that’s you and me, folks) from the potentially irrevocable damage they’re causing our future lives and liberties right beneath our noses? What if they’re planting horrific events like the ongoing spate of school shootings to get our herd mentality so enraged as to actually demand nullification of the Second Amendment to the Constitution?Seco

What if their true purpose is to leave us so vulnerable we beg them to protect us and willingly give up more of our freedoms for the “privilege” of feeling safe in our homes, schools, malls, and towns, thus giving them exactly what they’re looking for?

Is Trump the New and Vastly More Dangerous Hitler?

Like many, I am both fascinated and appalled at the unmistakable resemblance to Hitler’s rise to power, and specifically, the Enabling Act of 1933  which essentially gave Hitler, then Chancellor, and the cabinet absolute power to enact legislation without Parliament approval. Though we aren’t there yet, the utter destruction of agencies by cabinet members appointed by the President can’t be dismissed or ignored. Our education system alone is cringe-worthy at best.

I have no quarrel with outlawing weapons capable of mowing down crowds of people in a matter of seconds. It makes sense—but only if you truly believe those obtaining them are buying them off the streets. I have my doubts, and at this point, they are that herd of elephants I mentioned in a previous post. People are so busy arguing with their emotions (either “don’t you dare take our guns away!” or “your damn guns are killing our children!”) they’ve lost sight of so many things far more important than who is or isn’t right.

The Youth Alone Cannot Save Their Future From the Vultures

I’ve watched and I’ve listened. I’ve un-followed the worst of the ranters and complainers from both sides of the fence. I’ve seen people speak up for what they believe in with logic and intellect, though far less often than those who spout the lies they’ve been fed as if they were gospel.

I truly fear for the future of our children and grandchildren. But not for the reasons you’d expect. I fear the freedoms we enjoyed, but often took for granted are being handed over willingly to a regime that’s more dangerous, more insidious, and above all, more self-serving than anything Hitler and the Nazis could have imagined.

So much time is being spent breaking us into splinter groups: Black Lives Matter. Blue Lives Matter. #Metoo. Gun lovers. Gun haters. Muslims, Christians, Jews, and what have you. We’re letting someone else’s lust for power make us stupid; make us lose sight of our similarities as we lament unfair treatment for our differences.

None of it will matter if the current trend continues. There won’t be another election which allows us to choose, to make decisions, informed or not. We’ll have given all those rights and privileges away in the mistaken belief that we’re getting protection in return from a group that never has and never will have the best interests of the general public at heart, or at least not since politics became a lucrative career path.

Stop Fighting, Start Cooperating

I know this is a bit of a rant, but I’m so tired of the fighting, and even more tired of seeing articles and posts expressing surprise when another freedom-sucking edict has been pushed through while every single one of us was looking the other way; at exactly what the gluttons for power wanted us to look at. We’re the audience to a gigantic performance where sleight of hand is king and we gape in amazement when, once again, we’ve been fooled, or as I used to say, led down the primrose path.

Guess what? At the end of the path we’re currently following, there are no flowers, primrose or otherwise. There’s only a gigantic pile of dung. Like lemmings, once we reach the end of that path, we’re going to exclaim in amazement and distress when we find we’re at the end of the road and there’s no return ticket.

I wish I could bring all factions, all sides together and entreat everyone to find a way to meet in the middle, to agree to disagree if nothing else.

The phrase “United we stand, divided we fall” has been used many times throughout history, but today, it can either be the inspiration to work together, or a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Each Generation Has Strengths Which Balance Weaknesses in the Others

I applaud the young people who organize marches and speak out for what they believe. But if we hang all our hopes for change on them, we are being both unfair and naive. We’ve raised a generation dependent on electronics whose attention spans are no longer than a gnat’s. A few may continue to campaign for what they believe is right and fair, but most will soon be following the next big thing or chasing the next manufactured atrocity.

Back in the day, we used to say we had “too many chiefs, not enough Indians” (and please don’t beat me with the racist stick. I’m simply repeating what was a common phrase before everyone got all twitchy about upholding their own heritage while not being treated differently). These days, I think we suffer from a different malady: too many innovators and not enough implementers or maintainers.

Those brilliant minds, those courageous ones willing to speak their minds loudly and across every social media platform need the support of people who have decades of experience keeping the engines running smoothly and efficiently; who can recognize when something isn’t working as well as it might, and know how to administer those little tweaks which improve performance and longevity.

A Time and a Place for Both Generals and Soldiers

Maybe some of them need to take to the streets, but if you ask me, what we need right now is more underground railroads and less riots and demonstrations. In some ways, I feel like many are painting targets on their backs. The loud ones will be the first to be taken down if their voices and the friction they cause reach undesirable levels for those who are set on being in charge of us all.

We’ll always need people like Martin Luther King, Jr. willing to be the face of revolution, and willing to risk life and limb for a cause. But we also need the Harriet Tubman’s and countless others whose names will never show up in history books, but who saved thousands during the Civil War, World War II, and probably elsewhere too. Their lives were no less at risk, but their strength lay in their ability to remain invisible while performing the difficult and dangerous tasks they assumed willingly.

I appreciate and respect those who willingly make targets of themselves and those who take to the streets to show their support. The ball is rolling, but we need to keep that momentum going without attracting too much attention. Just as edicts and referendums are being passed right before our eyes, and sleight of hand is the order of the day, it can be played on both sides. I look forward to seeing the magicians who are on the side of ALL the people performing acts which will save us from our misguided selves.

Of course, no matter how much they’re able to pull from their bag of tricks, it will be for naught if we don’t first find the middle ground I’m still confident exists. Call me the mustard seed.

And Yet, There’s Still So Much to be Grateful For

I rant and a face-palm, but through it all, there is still much for which I’m grateful.

  1. I am grateful for a younger generation who, though easily distracted is anything but apathetic.
  2. I am grateful for cross-generational cooperation in place of the often wide-spread blame mentality.
  3. I am grateful for friendships with so many amazing people regardless of age, race, religion, or other imaginary differences. Sometimes I wish there was a screen that blocked us from even seeing those arbitrary reasons people use to judge each other.
  4. I am grateful for the ability to research ideas I have and learn things, even if some of what I learn chills me to my very core.
  5. I am grateful for abundance; cooperation, leadership that respects all, unification instead of divisiveness, dreams, hopes, intellect tempered by compassion, research, resources, peace, harmony, love, friendship, philanthropy, and prosperity.

Love and Light

Sheri Conaway is a writer, blogger, Virtual Assistant and advocate for cats. Sheri believes in the Laws of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. She is available for article writing and ghostwriting to help your website and the business it supports grow and thrive. Her specialties are finding and expressing your authentic self. If you’d like to have her write for you, please visit her Hire Me page for more information. You can also find her on Facebook Sheri Levenstein-Conaway Author

March 4, 2015 Does productivity yield more productivity?

Here’s another chicken and the egg question: Which comes first? Getting lots of things done or being productive?

Today jump started itself with a morning webinar about writing hosted by Holly Lisle, whose “How to Think Sideways” writing course I began a week or so ago. After that the day seemed to just take off like a stone rolling downhill. By the time the webinar ended, I was ready to dive into the project I’d planned for today; making a giant pot of spaghetti sauce to add to my burgeoning collection of meals, ready to eat in my freezer. I cooked up a spaghetti squash last week and froze it in single servings, but needed the sauce to go with it. As I received another spaghetti squash in this week’s Harvest Box, I’ll likely cook it up and add it to my collection as well. After adding the sauce to my freezer and removing the tubs of frozen turkey stock, I find myself wondering just how I’m going to manage to fit everything in, not to mention, I’m running low on single serving size containers. How can that be? I bought a ton of them for my last freezer filling rampage.  I feel a game of freezer Tetris coming on.

In the last week, my freezer has gone from nearly empty to full once again with chili, the aforementioned spaghetti squash and a spicy chicken stir fry as well as today’s saucy delight. Yet to be added, the stewp which will utilize the four containers of turkey broth from Thanksgiving plus a plethora of fresh veggies. Now that Underwood has re-opened its Moorpark stand, hopping over to restock my larder has become easier and quicker.

But wait! That’s only half of the day!

The doubters will say “Surely you jest. That sounds like a full day to me.” But I merely left you with the sauce simmering busily on the stove, comingling all of the lovely ingredients and spices into a cohesive, tummy tingling bouquet of yummyness. The nice thing about throwing together a pot of soup or chili or spaghetti sauce is that I can go about my business while my latest vat of freezer filler finishes making itself, not to mention how it fills the air inside my house with the most delicious aroma!  All that is left for me to do is package it up, label it, move it into the freezer and clean up. What could be easier?

But again, I digress. As I said, this only filled about half of the day, leaving me hours to work some more on my writing class which encourages me to write down any and all random thoughts that skip aimlessly through my brain. I now have six sheets of printer paper taped together with all sorts of random thoughts scattered across it, yet I know I’ll pick it up again over the next few days and randomize all over it some more, adding pages as I run out of room. Sure, there will come a time when I have to make sense of the seeming randomness, but right now, my brain is delighted to have permission to run amok to its heart’s desire.

What could be better than a well-rounded day?

Achieving the ultimate in perfection means having just the right balance, and finishing my day meeting with an accounting client did the job quite nicely. It gave me lessons to work on, creativity to unleash both in my office and my kitchen, a lot of logical brain stuff to chew on and a freezer full of food.

In fact, I’m so filled with the bliss my perfect day evoked that I’m actually at a loss for words. I realize this is a rare occurrence, so please enjoy my version of brevity tonight, and spread the joy I have exuded all over the page as I bliss out on productivity.

My gratitudes tonight are:
1. I am grateful to be almost free of cooking for the next month.
2. I am grateful that the pudgy roll which resided on my posterior has miraculously disappeared and been replaced by lovely muscle. Those trips to the gym, even though they’re less frequent than I like, are certainly leaving their mark!
3. I am grateful for an extremely productive day and look forward to more as this week draws to a close.
4. I am grateful for another visit from my daughter and the installation of my white board. I already have things I want to attach!
5. I am grateful for so many new things to learn; technique, tools, corralling and coordinating all of my random thoughts and just motivation to write more and more and more.
6. I am grateful for abundance: lessons, meals-ready-to-eat (which aren’t ghastly like those dehydrated nasties), friends, activities, projects, processes, happiness, health, peace, harmony and prosperity.

Blessed Be

And now for some shameless self-promotion:
I’d love it if you’d visit my website at which contains a link to this blog and my Facebook page at I’ve created both page and website as a means of positive affirmation and would be very grateful if you’d “like” it or leave a comment! Thank you!

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