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January 2010 
How can you become more confident?
Posted on Aug 27th, 2009
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sandi
sandi
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 27, 2009:
I decided who I wanted to be in my eyes and have set out to be that person. I have not achieved everything I want to do or be yet, this is a process not an event. Having my eyes focused squarely on the goal and with Spirit lighting the way in no way makes it any faster or less challenging, it only clarifies my path. Having a destination and reasons to get myself there often lets me drop petty burdens and trivial baggage so I can travel light. There is no need to pack and unpack, I just go. My own Faith and courage gives me the conviction needed to stay the path, and with every stage of the journey, my confidence that I'll do this thing grows and strengthens. I call for directions and support every morning, and that's how I know I'm headed the right way. The map is free and there for anyone who wants to use it. You want to go to Philadelphia? Get a map, read it and you'll be sure to get there. Got a destination? Get a map, use it, you'll get there. Nobody said you had to go it alone. Call up some angels or something, they're just floating waiting for something to do, great company, really good jokes.
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Beautifully said! And yes, the angels are wonderful companions! :)
Thank you, Miss D! At this time last year, my Chicken Ladies were only a dream I had, this is positive manifestation and you can see the results. Old proverb, “Nothing increases confidence like success.”
I love the way you navigate, you're fun to ride with! The eggs are beautiful.
Oh my gosh, Sandi - I really like what you have shared! “Having a destination and reasons to get myself there often lets me drop petty burdens and trivial baggage so I can travel light.”
My mom always said, “Travel light; travel fast” (and now that she's on The Other Side, I imagine that she's traveling faster than light).
Thank you, too, for the photographs! Gosh I wish you lived next door – I'd be your best customer!
Thanks, Jeannie, you know the old song, ” What a long, strange trip it's been…”
Glad you like the eggs, they taste good too. I think the people who buy them just buy them to look at. The light colored ones are really blue and there is on green one.
Hi.Laurie, thanks for your comment. It would be nice to say that I woke up one morning, went to the mail box and pulled out a packet of information, personalized no less, on how to live my life. Of course, It would have been thrown out with the other junk mail. I seem to have had to learn things the hard way, just to make sure they're driven home. I wish you lived next door too, then we could both have a good barter going, eggs for you, Energy Zaps for me.
This was so inspiring and fun to read…thanks for the darling post and give your chickens a little pat for me please j (:
How did the egg get to the other side of the road?
Thanks for this. I can certainly relate to just getting up and doing something, something small at least. Thinking and waiting exhausts the spiritual strength and confidence. It's like getting to a bus, sitting next to it and wondering if we should get on it. It'll eventually go on without us, because we couldn't take the opportunity.
One other thing I've noticed is how often in life we seem to expect big breakthroughs, but everything that's big is made of tiny details that we don't work on right now. We want to take big challenges in a day, we fail and get dissapointed. But if we won many small battles beforehand, we'd be much more prepared for the big jump. It's like you said, everything's a process.
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. I will give them a pat and some whole wheat bread and tell them it's from Janie.
Sandi - If we learn from our mistakes, my sister and father would tell you, “Laurie's beyond brilliant!” (meaning, I've made a boatload of mistakes – make that a tanker-size boat). The key is in the ”learning from them” part of the equation. I make new mistakes every day – trying not to repeat previous ones.
I enjoy bartering. I barter for our haircuts, oil changes, facials, reflexology and jewelry. Eggs and produce for energy work would be a great exchange!
You got it, Girl! Barter is a fine way to do business, the best in fact. Takes 2 to make a deal, when it's been struck, both parties walk away satisfied and no middleman.
Matija, thanks for stopping by and offering your take on the question. You don't know him, but a guy named Ken Kesey once said, ” You are either on the bus or you're not, it's your choice.” Very cool dude. Stayed racked out of his mind with drugs, but when he was straight he said some pretty profound things. By the way, I looked up your City and was enchanted with the beauty I saw. Have a Nice Day.
It seems to me that when I make the same mistakes over and over again that the bell in my head starts ringing a bit quicker and then I catch myself just before I make them and then I grow a little more. Sometimes I say to myself “I know better than that”.
Hi, Carlton, I know what you mean, after I posted those photos at the top this morning, I went outside awhile, came back, saw I had a comment and clicked to read it. As soon as I saw that picture, I said to myself, ” Sandi, you should never put all your eggs in one basket.” Then I laughed and went on. Thanks for stopping in, my bell rings a little more often these days too.
Speaking of confidence that reminds me of the this chicken and cat I used to travel with, and would have told about early Sandi but I wanted to have the proper time to give them their due words and thoughts.
So anyway the cat was called Spotless on account he had no spots, at least on the top his head, unlike his kitty kin. deep I know, the chichen was named Crooked Crown, please refer to other adventures of crooked crown, driving in the van, swimmming in the pond, for the meaning of this.
Spotless and Crooked Crown were, ghosts in the machine, odd occurences, whisps of curiosity that keep you guessing. You see Spotlesss's mom had been a barn cat, not looking any different than most, grey white and black medium hair length but she had this one thing, tiny.. thing she was of such renowned violence that she would follow the lawn tractor around and if it ran over any mice she would not eat them No..No.. she would throw them back under the blades just to make sure they were good and dead. She would hiss and birds would fall from the sky, really. Spotless on the other hand was the kindest gentlest cat you could ever met, always lived outside was as barny as barny could get but if you picked him up would pass the flop test, kids could dress him up, carry him around, just a noble soul. As he lived outdoors I would keep his food outside near the door where he sat on cold nights to absorb the warm draft eating when he needed to
Now as happened Crooked Crown had devised some way to escape from the chichen pen, I don't know probably some sorts of Chicken Kung Fu not only to ride in the van but meet and greet. That was until she discovered there was free high protien snacks at the front door, flavored even, chicken and fish in small bite size pieces.
Well up she'd come, just a hop hop hopping up the steps and peck away at the food till it was gone and spotless would just sit polite, calm, cause he did have a bit of mom in him, but no he focused climbed up onto the porch railing and sat. Where upon Crooked Crown seeing him jumped up and sat down right beside him, if looks could kill, but he did not lay a claw on her
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As for Crooked Crown's parent's hell if I know she came from a hachery, but I bet they road in front on the way there.
Thanks
J.M.
What a super story! I'll admit I was a little on edge, thinking that maybe there would be feathers and cat fur flying, possibly appendages, so I am relieved no one had to be put down. Because frankly, you put the right kind of chicken in with a cat and I'll put my money on the chicken, I've seen it happen. My granddad had a corn crib in the barn for the cattle and there were the wildest old barn cats around to keep down the rats. Well, there were always chickens, they'd get lose from the chicken houses and nobody would bother to chase them down. With the corn scattered on the ground, it was useful for them to keep it cleaned up. But you take an old broody hen coming around with her biddies, those lean, mean cats were always trying to slip around and have a little chicken dinner. I have never seen a cat win, they don't know anything about team work, thank God, or there wouldn't be any chicken dinner for anyone. Crooked Crown sounds like a personality girl, fooling around with the Enemy and taking off to town with who ever'd give her a ride. I have known some women like that, but not for very long. Got any more stories? Why did you have chickens to start with? Thanks, I needed a break, I'm making muscadine jelly and it's taking a long time.
The smile on my face never left as read your observation with lifes little creatures. Good energy, JM.
JM, here's what I think about your story….I wish I had told it.
Hi,Gabby, how is your bad self? I was looking for you earlier, but I've had a good day in the kitchen, and have been busy all day. Not to disillusion you, or anything but one thing I do know for sure about chickens, they will eat their grandma, gravy or no gravy. That's why I won't have a rooster, too damn mean, they think nothing about biting the hand that feeds them. Some are okay, I guess, I just never met one that was. I am crazy about chipmunks though, they'll rob you blind while you stand there and watch them being cute.
Yea Sandi you are right about the hens, they are like raptors with those claws, I saw frogs go through the pen and boy I'm glad I'm big they just rip them into pieces them without mercy, yet dedicated they have been known to stay on the nest through a fire, they are gone but eggs are safe. Got hand it to them.
Another time it shall be Turkeys the most over breed creature and how to make living lawn oraments that for you Sid
I lived for a blessed while on a couple acres, free space, peeing off the front porch, and stars in the night sky. I can smell that clean fresh air still.
Take Care
Oh, what is Muscadine Jelly I could google but you'll probably add flavor to what it means.
Muscadine are big, wild grapes with a tough skin, almost like a rind. They are very different from table grapes, when you eat them, you pop them with your teeth, the good part explodes into your mouth and you swallow that part. The hull, as they are called, you spit out as far as you can for the fun of it. Very intense grape flavor in the hull, that's why it make such great jelly, and of course, wine. It takes a bit of cooking to break down the hull, then you have to strain out the seeds, pulp and hull for the juice to make the jelly. If you tried to eat the hull raw, your glands in neck would seize up and give you lockjaw. Makes great jelly though. A friend gave me 12 lbs. I'll see what I get out of them. It's a Southern Thang.
Sandi - I'm so glad for the explanation of Muscadine – I'd never heard of it before. Is this batch of jelly going to the Farmer's Market with you on Saturday?
Also … because the weather in Georgia is fairly moderate year-round (I think), are your Farmer's Markets year-round? Ours are limited to the summer months only.
Hey, Laurie, Muscadines grow all over the South, they have huge vines that reach into the tops of the trees, Tarzan-style and are used by children to swing from. In late Summer and early Fall, you'll begin to notice the grapes on the ground under the vine and that's the time for tarps and buckets. They are not picked in the conventional manner, they don't grow in bunches close to the ground. Finding a likely vine, you spread a sheet or tarp on the ground under it, then the stoutest person in the party leaps up, grabbing the vine with both hands and yanks down as hard as possible. Very much like ringing a bell, you just need to get out of the way, objects falling from 40' or 50' can deliver a smack you won't soon forget. I'm sure that's why the hulls are so tough, they hardly ever burst. Most people that like them grow the cultivated variety that you can buy at garden centers. Yes, I plan to take this jelly to Market. Since it is for the most part a wild fruit, you won't find it on the grocery store shelves and is considered a delicacy, odd for something so robust. We actually have 4 growing seasons and the State and several privately-owned Markets stay open year-round. The summer markets run from May to October, the prime over-abundance months.
Sandi - that is so interesting. I just Googled a picture of “Georgia Muscadine” and saw very large, deep purplish-red grapes. That is a brand new piece of learning for me.
And four growing seasons – nice! We usually have our first bit of snow on, or shortly after Halloween. There have been years when the kids trick-or-treat bundled tight in parkas and snow boots.
Hi Sandi, yes roosters in the masculine sense are aggressive in nature. That's why we need a hens nurturing nature to keep us balanced. I'm fortunate to have balance within me, a whole person if you will. And this is the foundation of confidence. Add true humility and you get a little closer. Now loose your self and absolute confidence is at your doorstep. Knock, knock! Who's there?
Oneness
Hi, Gabby, some days you knock me right out of MY tree with your profundity. That very cool that you have both elements within your psyche to balance your life. I do too, the feminine just takes precedence. Rooster's have their place in nature, my reasons are just practical for me, I don't want the thing going off at 3:AM and most people don't want to eat fertilized eggs. It's good to hear from you, my friend.
Eggstordinary!
Thank you, Jeannie, I'll just pass that on to the Girls, they'll be pleased!