I never realized that I have a right to my reality–just the way I decide to choose it.  I didn’t know I had a choice.  But by communicating to others (not mind-reading and psychic control), I can manifest a life pleases me.

But that means that I need to tell people I love that I must be sitting quiet.  I am susceptible as others to the deep material belief that there is not enough love to go around, a limited amount.  So if you are not paying attention to me, but something else, you have taken my love and spent it on others.   If I spend time simply transplanting a flower, or vacuuming my home, folding towels or sitting and reading a book of god’s love for the fifth time, it doesn’t mean my love for you has ever changed.  In fact, filling myself up with the love of sweet soft quiet time, means more runs over for others.

As Yogananda I think once put it, it is like whining about an empty thimble without clear water (love) and standing with my feet in a rushing gurgling crystal clear endlessly flowing river of love.

I choose to be filled all day today with that sustaining water of Her Love.