In yoga, there is a concept called “manifesting”. In really simple terms, “manifesting” means that whatever a person thinks about, those things end up being created in that person’s life. Some people think ‘manifesting’ is a load of hooey; but I have had a variety of experiences (some minor, some incredibly significant) where events have manifested in my life – so many occurrences, in fact, that I simply can’t dismiss them all as “coincidence” (which I don’t believe in, anyway. Coincidence, that is.). This evening I experienced one of those types of events.
I was sitting in my office, getting caught up on email, when my mind wandered and wondered about what to post on this blog tonight. I didn’t leave the house today; and the bulk of the activity I engaged in throughout the day was more work and chore-related than it was pleasure-driven; so I hadn’t really had a smile-worthy event yet. And here it was, approaching 6 pm, and I didn’t have much to report on or write about. Hmm.
I wasn’t sad by any of this, or nervous or anxious that I might come up empty-handed;
I was just a little surprised. But whatever.
I stood up from my desk to use the bathroom; and as I looked to my right, I saw an absolutely BRILLIANT sunset outside my bedroom window. The sun was round, and reddish-orange, and calm-yet-fiery. It was amazingly cool.
And there it was – another event that came into my life, literally seconds after I considered it. That’s manifesting.
Now granted, this was “manifesting” on a small scale; but every single time it happens,
And am grateful.