Ever think you could learn lessons from a young mimosa tree? Me either.

One night at dusk, a friend pointed out a young mimosa tree, often called the “sleeping plant.” One look at its leaves explains its name.  Each evening the leaves curl up into a fetal position as if welcoming in the full moon, the star studded sky, and a restful night’s sleep.

In the days prior to electricity, the end of daylight signaled the time for rest and retirement from the day’s activities. Nighttime was the time to refresh and renew, to balance the melatonin-serotonin ratio. Mimosa trees grow rapidly, to about 20-25 feet. Is there a health message there for us?

Soon enough the dawn appears. Just as the mimosa’s leaves stretch and open to grasp the light of another day, so did the inhabitants of the bed unwind from their fetal positions, welcoming a new day.

The mimosa is also called the sensitive plant. The name derives from the Latin word mimus, meaning “to imitate.” The mimosa was given this name because of the way it folds its leaves when touched.

What if we humans were more sensitive? What if we thought more about how much touch can warm another’s heart? What would happen if we folded our arms around the person who reaches out to touch us? What if we touched each other more?  What if we made a bigger effort to transfer love from one heart to another?

Mimosa trees are commonly planted near back patios because of their ability to attract hummingbirds. What if our energy was so beautiful that we attracted others to us?

The mimosa’s blooms are a striking pink color with a unique texture. The tree is also known as the “silk tree” because of its stunning, shimmering flowers. They can be seen blocks away, and the fragrant scent can be detected almost as far.

Like the mimosa, can’t you sense the person who fills the room with vibrance the minute they enter the doorway…and the one who sucks the life out of you?

A lesson from the mimosa…size or money or prestige just doesn’t matter. Mimosa trees work beautifully when you need a small to medium sized ornamental tree. Though they have a tropical look, they are very hardy. They adapt to almost any soil type, and they even tolerate drought conditions. Wouldn’t it be grand if we were as adaptable to the people and circumstances we encounter along our life’s journey?

The mimosa’s bark is a gentle light gray, providing a beautiful contrast of color. As we encounter the contrast in our day, might we be just a little gentler with our bark as we navigate our way?

The mimosa’s fragrant, hot pink blooms grow in clusters, adding an explosion of color and excitement to any spring setting. What if we humans gathered together, pulling together for a common cause? What explosion of color and excitement might we bring to an initiative, be it work, play, or love?

Mimosas can be planted in full sun or partial shade. Any location works.

No matter our location, all it takes is learning and applying a few simple lessons provided by the mimosa tree.

On the way home from Jazzercise, just as the dawn was breaking, a lump formed in my throat as I witnessed a beautiful gift from Nature. Two geese were climbing a steep bank on the side of the road. Waddling behind them were five babies, each struggling hard to stay erect as they scurried along behind mom and dad.

The babies didn’t question if they could make it or not. They were on a mission to make it. Worrying if they could make it or not was not an option.

Wayne Dyer recently wrote an article titled “Don’t Let Your Worries Get the Best of You”…

“Worry, then, is a technique you have created in order to use up the ‘now’ moments of your life, rather than choosing to use these precious, present moments living a fully functioning, happy life.

Everything that has ever happened to you did not happen in the past—it happened in the present moment. And everything that will ever happen to you will not occur in the future—it will take place in the ‘now’ as well. So every moment you elect to spend in worry is your way of using up your ‘nows’ by not being fully present in your life.”

Were the baby geese fully present? Were they persisting until they succeeded in climbing the mountain set before them?

Og Mandino writes, “…and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner. I will persist until I succeed.”

Curious as to the meaning of the appearance of the geese, I looked to see what Animal Spirit Guides by Steven Farmer had to say:

“If goose shows up, it means: This is a time of good fortune, so be receptive to and appreciate all of the good things that come to you.

Call on your ancestors for their guidance and protection, and once you do so, you’ll notice a significant increase in your spiritual awareness.

Reread some of your favorite fairy tales and legends and see what new meanings you can get from them now as an adult.

Write creative and imaginative stories, either about actual experiences you’ve had or those that are made up.

Even though it may not always appear to be so, you’re very well protected.”

Well then, if good fortune is ours to be had, is it not time to cast aside the worry and persist until you succeed?

As Martha Beck advises, “If you’re hoping for a miracle, stop gabbing and start working… Persist, and miracles will start happening, all the more wondrous because you worked them yourself.”

Ever see a newborn baby calf or pony? If you have, you know that when they are first born, they walk on wobbly legs. It looks as if they are going to fall, but somehow, they make it. Each day they grow a little stronger, and then one day they are seen frolicking in the open fields, happy as a lark.

The first day back to work after the holidays can make you feel like that wobbly calf or pony. How can you possibly make it through this day, much less this cold winter month of January?

What makes you feel so wobbly? First of all, there is the emotional “let-down” of the holidays. Now the silence creeps in following the big crescendo.

Then there is the refrain in the “Twelve Days of Christmas that, instead of “five golden rings,” feels more like “five months of bills.”

Then you notice that extra inner-tube feeling around your mid section that somehow slowly inflated with the overindulgence of holiday foods and goodies.

Once you move past all that, all the talk of New Year’s resolutions bombard you everywhere you go. Gyms are packed. Those same mouth-watering cookies now appear to have poison in them.

Finally, there is the soul searching question, “What will my life bring this next year? What do I want to do? What are my dreams and aspirations?”

Ahh, listen quietly, and you will hear the whisper of new beginnings, a fresh start that comes by plowing past all the previous adversity to peek at you from the other side.

A dear friend recently told me about a wonderful four-CD set by Wayne Dyer and Marianne Williamson titled “Advancing Your Spirit.” One of the recommended exercises on the CD seems so appropriate for this time of year.

The recommendation is to spend at least five minutes in the morning upon first awakening being totally quiet, clearing your mind. Ask your inner being to guide you with what is most beneficial for you today. Ask to be open, and listen to the guidance that follows.

The guidance may come then, or it may come later in the day. If you center yourself and listen, it will come. What secrets does your inner self have to tell you?

Peering out my kitchen window this morning, there seemed to be magical enactment of encouragement, a message of hope, from Mother Nature. The frosty sub-zero temperature had caused the condensation in the air to freeze. The result? Outstandingly beautiful glitter filled the air as the sun’s first rays shined its beams upon the tiny condensation.

The first Monday after the holidays is like that. The air feels so cold, so frigid, yet, there is the sun showing us there is a way to sparkle and shine and bring new magic to a brand new year.

Here is confirmation that you will make it through these wobbly-legged days. Soon you too will be galloping in the open fields, taking in the magic that life has to offer as you make your way into this brand new year.

As I read the www.RealAge.com messages this morning, I reflected over yesterday’s “river walk adventure.” More about that in a bit, but first, note some key inspirational messages found on the site this morning…

• The deceptively simple path to a fit bod begins with the easiest activity in the world: walking.
• A physical activity program that builds stamina, strength, and flexibility can make your RealAge as much as 8.1 years younger.
• America, it’s up to you to stop the aging crisis facing our country. Dr. Oz is hitting the road to bring health, happiness and longevity to your town – 10 years younger in 60 days.
• You have the power to slow down the aging process; you can EXTEND your life! It’s time to start understanding and automating your body’s biology so that you can reboot to your original factory settings.

I thought about all these points as I reflected back over yesterday morning’s adventure. Visiting Jasper, Indiana, and finding no Jazzercise facility in the area, I was forced to explore another avenue of exercise…my feet.

I had heard about Jasper’s “River Walk” walk/jog/bike trail. I waited till the sun was peeking over the tree line for safety reasons, since the area seemed remote and uninhabited by people.  I parked my car, and was immediately drawn to the beauty of Nature, finding a paved, lighted path leading over a wooden foot bridge and following the tree lined winding path of the river.

Not a soul around but me, the birds, and an occasional squirrel, I was overcome with the inspiration to jog, something I had not done in several years. The tranquility of the gorgeous trees against the bright blue backdrop of the sky was simply breathtaking.  

The brisk 35 degree morning temp awakened my senses as I slowly jogged farther and farther away from the town. How can one be stressed smelling the earthy aroma of trees, leaves, and the yet unpicked corn fields?

Slowly I drank up all that Nature had to offer. I turned around to return to my original point of origin and decided to take the trail in the opposite direction. On this part of the trail, I passed by three other people who were also taking advantage of the serene walk in the woods, following the path of the river.

Off in the distance, I saw a man open his satchel and sprinkle corn in a pile on the ground. I was immediately touched by his extra effort to provide food to the wild life. When I approached him, I thanked him for his sweet action. In delight, he told me to watch, just around the bend I would come upon a mother deer and her baby – eating the corn he had left behind.

Sure enough, just around the bend, there was a magical sight to behold. The momma and her baby picked up their heads to study me with curiosity. I slowed my pace so as not to frighten them. I started speaking softly to them, and they continued eating, allowing me to pass by, 3 feet away. What beauty there is in Nature that we could co-mingle on the path this first brisk day in November.

As I listened to the St. Joseph Church bells toll in the distance, I gave thanks for this gorgeous hidden secret in southern Indiana – and for there not being an available Jazzercise class. Had there been a class, I would not have been forced to discover the thrill of combining exercise with the beauty and tranquility of Mother Earth.

Yes, RealAge, the easiest activity in the world to “reboot to our original factory settings” is to take a walk. I highly recommend over-the-top benefits by combining it with the tranquility and peace of a Nature adventure.

Have you ever held a long term belief, only to find much later that you had been mistaken or misinformed for years? Perhaps a long held belief about a person, place, or thing?

For 56 years I held the belief that the white flower that grows in the wild in Indiana in July, “Queen Ann’s Lace,” was to be feared. My mother told us as kids to never touch it, to never get close to it, because it was full of chiggars. I always noted that there was a black speck on every one of them. I would walk way around these flowers so as not to get near them. I abhorred even their sight as they popped up all over the countryside every summer. How disgusting!

Imagine the horror I felt when last summer someone brought a bouquet of flowers to a meeting, and right there in the middle of the bouquet were several Queen Ann’s Lace! I immediately shared my concern about that flower, and everyone in the group was stunned with my story. They dispelled my concerns – every person in the group. How can this be? Everyone seems to agree that these flowers are harmless, in fact, beautiful?  Beautiful? All these years I had held an impression about these flowers – I hated seeing them everywhere. Now I find my belief was simply not true?

There are hundreds of these flowers growing wild on our property. Even after my new-found learning, it took me quite some time to get near them…just too many years of judgment to release. Upon closer examination, I noted that the black speck is always in the middle. It is simply the flower’s center, not some insect to be feared.

Last week my granddaughter took a walk with me down our lane. I was explaining to her the beauty in Nature. She asked if we could make a bouquet of flowers, something we do every year. Excitedly, we picked a couple purple clovers, white clovers, a pink sweet pea and a white sweet pea, little miniature wild daisies, and, yes, a Queen Ann’s Lace. Sierra lovingly admired her bouquet and asked, Grandma, “Can I get another Queen Ann’s Lace? It is so beautiful!” To see her totally mesmerized by the beauty of the flower made me gaze in awe. Quite a different impression I am leaving her with as I explain the beautiful energy given to us by Mother Nature’s flowers.

The Queen Ann’s Lace was a wake-up call for me. What other beliefs and judgments am I holding that are simple not true? What judgments am I making about other things, other people?

What long held beliefs are anchored in your memory bank that perhaps now need to be released?

Thank you, Mother Nature, for teaching us all yet another of your insightful lessons.

Greece is eight hours ahead of our time in Indiana. At 1:38 am on May 6 I heard the phone beep with a text message. Praying it was the one I was hoping for, I tore out of bed, ran across the room, and read the message from my husband’s co-worker, “Just got the email from Sue, you got the deal/drink one for me.” I immediately yelled to Dave, “Wake up! You got the account!”

It has been a tough economic year for the world. This account would have a significant impact on my husband’s future job viability. The organization was to have made their decision at a meeting two days prior. Not hearing any message by the end of that day plus the following day, my husband said it was not a good sign.

However, that fact didn’t put a wrinkle in my unabiding belief that he would be awarded the account.  My dear friend had coached me well. She had sent me a message one day saying, “How are you going to celebrate when you hear the news that Dave gets the account? Remember – keep your focus on the ‘feeling’ of that celebration and your thankfulness for the hands ‘behind the scenes’ orchestrating the perfect outcome!” I had been “feeling” and visualizing the celebration dinner in Greece for some time now.

In deep gratitude, and relief, we made plans to celebrate in Santorini. The travel book highly recommended a restaurant called “1800” on the top of the mountain in the town of Oia (pronounced “ee-uh”). The travel book was absolutely accurate. It was wonderful to see my husband so happy, consuming what he said was one of the best dishes he had ever eaten in his entire life. We sat in an outdoor terrace with an attending staff that made the evening a fabulous experience.

Leaving the restaurant, we made our way through the cobblestone path with hundreds of shops and “tavernas” tucked into the mountain side on both sides of the walkway. Little did we know that we were about to experience a magical evening.  

My husband decided he wanted to continue the celebration by stopping at one of the shops to have an after-dinner coffee and to smoke a Cuban cigar that he had purchased for this special evening. When I entered the tiny café, I was immediately drawn to the scene that extended beyond the archway leading to a tiny balcony.

The moon was full, casting its light across the ocean. The tiny town of Fira (pronounced “fee-rah”), nestled on top of the mountain on the opposite side of the island sparkled with thousands of tiny dazzling white crystal lights. Just to the right of Fira on the other side of the mountain, another tiny town dazzled its crystal white lights. It was if the dancing lights were glittering their communication to one another.

Off to the left was nestled the town of Oia, with its hundreds of white cubed homes trimmed in pastels completely covering the side of the mountain from the top to the sea. To the right were the famous blue-domed churches that you see in every painting of Santorini.

I immediately close the table closest to the balcony and turned my chair to be able to take in the entire scene. It was so beautiful, I didn’t even want to blink for fear of missing any of the magical moment. Only then did I notice that we were alone in the café, with the exception of a young lady sitting to our left, staring at the view, sipping a drink. I didn’t even notice that she had a notepad and pen in front of her till my husband asked her if she was a writer.

Soon we were mesmerized by all that she spoke of. I strained to catch most of her words as she spoke English, but with a thick Greek dialect. A writer, she told us she had been on the island for two months and had never witnessed such a spectacular scene. Soon we engaged in a conversation about the magnificent magic of Nature. Being fanatically drawn to Nature myself, I felt there was a message here for me on this evening. I drank up every moment, not wanting the night to end. The pictures on my camera will always help to reinforce the memory contained within my heart of the magical evening in Santorini, May 7, 2009.

Two geese loudly cried out messages of love to one another as their splashing created multiple ripples in the stripper pit lake far below the hill. Suzie and Riley didn’t even notice. They were focused on one sole objective: convincing me to take them for a walk.

Lucky for them I had just pulled my Doreen Virtue daily angel card which said, “Soon enough, you will be called into action to apply your knowledge in useful ways. When that happens, you will be very busy and work very hard. So, enjoy the present moments of ambiguity and rest. Allow yourself to be an empty vessel into which Heaven pours the contents of its library of wisdom.” Heeding the message, I decided I would take a nature hike before firing up the manuscript editing process again today.

As I pulled the sleeves down over my frozen fingers on this early morn filled with gray skies, I was consumed with the thought, Winter has been relentless this year. . . it simply won’t give up. We could all be students of its teaching . . . never, never, ever give up.

Within a half hour the school bus made its way along the winding country road. As I waved to the driver, I soon became lost in thought about the significance of that school bus driver.  Does she know how important she is to those children, lined up in the seats behind her? Is she aware of how her early morning greeting can help to make or break those little lives today? Does she have any idea the significance of the warmth of her eyes pressing into those little hearts? Does she know that long into the future–10, 40, 70 years from this date–these little souls will remember her kind smile and cheery words as she opens the door, welcoming them in to begin yet another day?

The sight and sound of an old truck with a loud muffler topping the hill jarred me from my thoughts. My first response was to be on guard, since there was not a single soul around.  I relaxed when I realized this was the man who stopped his truck alongside me a few months ago to tell me he had just seen a deer with antlers around the bend . . . if I hurried, I might catch sight of it. We exchanged a wave, and soon, once again, the sounds of the birds replaced the engine’s roar.

Way off in the distance a trash truck collected garbage, stopping at one house and then another. The connecting country road displayed evidence that someone had recently stripped it in preparation for repair. The sound of heavy equipment off in the distance confirmed that the workers were up early, once again continuing their task.

I pondered, Does the man driving to work, the garbage collector, and the road repair crew know how important they are?  There is simply no such thing as a “Justa.”  I am justa housekeeper, or justa teacher, or justa mailman.  Every single soul is important.

Suddenly I found myself reflecting on the story Dr. David Hawkins conveyed in “The Discovery.” He advised that we will know when we are enlightened . . . when we step over the beetle lying on his back, or better yet, when we stop to turn him over.  The frightened little beetle with his feet flailing in the air is just as important as we are.  His life is just as important to him.

Could it be that the lesson from Heaven’s library of wisdom today is that all of life is important?  Might it serve us well to let this knowing–that everyone and everything is important–wash over us as we travel down today’s path?

Is it a coincidence that my son sent me the following text message at this very instant, just as I was concluding today’s article?  “If nothing else about this job, I am glad some of these students get me when they call in.  You can hear how much a difference it makes for a person, who is struggling to make it, to hear that someone understands and that someone cares.  It’s empowering to give someone their strength back.”

In the wee hours this morning I decided to exercise on the elliptical and at the same time enjoy a few more pages of Goddesses & Angels by Doreen Virtue.

A couple paragraphs really jumped off the page at me.  In fact, I paused the exercise equipment long enough to underline and star the passage: “The Inquisitors who burned Joan of Arc called her a heathen, which originally meant someone who dwelled on the hearth or wild, open country.  Similarly, the term pagan originally meant ‘country dweller.’  I found it interesting that both Joan of Arc and St. Bernadette, who were so highly attuned to Divine guidance, lived in the countryside. “ 

I immediately felt a sudden bond with Joan of Arc and Bernadette.  These past few years I too have become tuned to the life force of Nature.  I now know that even 15 minutes a day spent in Nature is life changing.

Doreen went on to say, “Being outside in nature opens our spiritual gifts and helps us notice Spirit’s life force within trees, rivers, plants, animals and stones.  The Inquisitors were older men from cities who worshipped in dark, enclosed buildings.  Perhaps if they’d gone outside more often, they would have realized the truths of which the ‘heathen’ spoke.  Heathen and pagans, though, are simply people who find their connection with the Divine outside in nature.”

Twenty-three pages later I jumped off the elliptical and headed to the 5:30 am Jazzercise class.  As I rounded the bend on the dark country road, there stood a coyote in the ditch staring at me as if upset that I disturbed his early morning meanderings.   He startled me as well.  Just about the time I started to berate the coyotes for disturbing my peace in nature, I thought about how man is disturbing their peace…whittling away their habitat to construct more and more buildings.

On my return home I continued to ponder on the stirring I feel in Nature.  My mind wandered back 11 years ago when I distinctly recall speaking about being drawn to Nature at a Spiritual Retreat.  On a flipchart I drew hills and trees, blue skies and fluffy white clouds, flowers and butterflies.  My husband drew a log cabin nestled in the hills with clouds of smoke billowing from the fireplace.  Five years ago we built that log home and now reside in our flipchart rendering.  The next year I discovered “natural hormone balancing.”  A nurse for 30 years, I had never heard of it to that point.   I became a strong proponent for the company and its all natural products.   When it was time to create a name for my web site, my husband suggested www.naturalrenewal.myarbonne.com since “natural renewal” accurately depicted my transformation after using the products. 

It became increasingly difficult for me to leave our natural habitat, which my husband affectionately named “Whispering Pines,” to drive to work.  I kept repeating the fervent prayer, “Please let me work from home.”  Two years later I left my corporate job to work from home.  Two years later, this week, my book producer sent my manuscript “The Awakened Body, A Woman’s Guide to Feeling Biologically Vibrant…Naturally” to the editor.

As my mind continued to wander, it occurred to me that the life force of Nature also positively impacts all of our senses…sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.  Consider the healing power of gazing into a rainbow, a sunrise, new fallen snow, or a waterfall.  Compare those scenes to what our eyes witness on the TV or in the newspaper, or within the confines of the drab gray work cubicle complete with artificial lighting.

When one desires to meditate, what CD is selected?  Do we reach for the sounds of the birds, the splash of the ocean waves, or loud, heavy music filled with profanity?  Contrast the smell of flowers, the ocean breeze, pure essential oils to that of the unregulated perfume industry complete with countless “VOCs”…volatile organic chemicals that invade our skin, body organs, and lungs.  Which is a better choice to taste – the raw, live, organic fruits and vegetables or the high sugar, high fat, processed foods?  Lastly, what do your skin cells prefer to feel…the soaps, lotions, and makeup comprised of processed animal fat, petroleum, and chemical preservatives, or organic, natural, herbal, and botanical ingredients that are rich in antioxidants?   

I wince when I think of the persecution that Joan of Arc and Bernadette endured, Joan burned at the stake.  Their bravery paved the way for the growing number of us to be able to speak out about the healing power of natural products, including natural hormone balancing.  Isn’t it astounding… we continue to be challenged by the “Inquisitors” of today…only now they take the form of governmental agencies and companies whose sole mission appears to be monetary greed.

Procrastinating because the outside temperature is 26 degrees on this 11^th day of Spring, I almost decide not to take my morning walk.  However, passing by the window and seeing the pleading look in Riley’s eyes, I don my winter coat and away we go. 

Jack Frost had been busy throughout the night, painting a sparkling white coat on every tree branch and blade of grass.  The birds don’t seem to notice, singing merrily as if nothing out of the ordinary has occurred.  The wild turkeys gobble happily off in the distance, and the geese honk their messages of love to one another as they sail through the sky.  Meanwhile, Suzie and Riley are ecstatic, sniffing ever single path taken by the animals of the night.

As I round the bend I am awestruck at the mist arising against the backdrop of the treeline.  The large pond, also caught off guard by the dip in temperature , sends a tantalizing mist heavenward.  Walking through the white mist seems like entering a magical fairyland…sparkling trees and fields to the side with the majestic sun slowly emerging on the horizon, just beyond the veil. 

All the while Nature’s symphony continues to play her joyful tunes.  I gasp as I spy something new since I last ventured though this field.  The rosebud trees, now in full bloom, wear their purplish pink blossoms.   Just a few feet ahead, hidden along the bank, the forsythia births her yellow bell-shaped flowers.  Oh, if I had stayed inside on this brisk morning, I would have missed the dawning of the day.

I look up into the sky and ponder on the jets hastily making their way across the blue canvass, leaving their white trails to follow behind.  I wonder where everyone is rushing off to on this Monday morn?  In the distance the cars zoom along the roadways.  Everyone seems to be focused on quickly making their way to the next destination.  I wonder if they will pause long enough to notice the birds singing, the mist arising, the buds blooming?  Will their eyes pause long enough to rest upon the beauty and love that abound?  What was Marcel Proust thinking when he said, “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes”?

As you busily make your way from one destination, one job to the other this week, will you pause long enough to peek through the veil with your new eyes?

Thursday of Spring Break began with a thirty minute 5:30 am Jazzercise class, followed by 45 minutes on the Eliptical, while reading fascinating angel stories by Doreen Virtue.  A call soon came from my very own angel, granddaughter Sierra, asking me to join her and her mom at the IHOP for breakfast.  Before the pancakes were consumed Sierra announced, “I want to go with Grandma,” and shortly thereafter we were off to visit my brother and his horses.   

We had only petted a couple of the horses when soon we were all on the ground searching for four leaf clovers.  My brother would effortlessly find them left and right, while I found none.  I searched and searched through mounds of clover, patch after patch, and still found none.  Both my brother and daughter had handfuls by now.   My daughter even found a five leaf clover and was thrilled.  As we were walking back to the house and to our cars, I looked down and finally found a four leaf clover.  Whew, finally!

We said our goodbyes, they got into their car, and I walked to mine.  Curiously as I opened my door and took my seat I spied a healthy cluster of clover just outside my car door.  I paused just a moment to gently examine the clover, and there I sat in my seat finding one, then another, then another.  Everybody laughed at how from the comfort of my seat I found six four leaf clovers and one five leaf clover.  They were there all along, right in front of me, and I didn’t see them.

My daughter and granddaughter have long since gone, and now I sit and look in awe at the beautiful bouquet of clover on my desk. I think about what Esther Hicks teaches, “Life is not supposed to be hard.”  Yes, I was making it hard, searching and searching for the clover.  It was only when I relaxed that I found they were there right in front of me all along.  How did I miss seeing them?  What other things am I missing in life because I am trying too hard?

Wait a minute, what was that daily message from Abraham Hicks this morning?  I go back to my deleted files to re-examine it…

“Life is supposed to be fun. You did not say, ‘I’ll go forth and struggle into joy,’ because from your Nonphysical Perspective you know it is vibrationally not possible. You cannot struggle to joy. Struggle and joy are not on the same channel. You joy your way to joy. You laugh your way to success. It is through your joy that good things come.”

Thank you little clovers for teaching me an important lesson on this beautiful Spring day.