“Let go of the idea that life is hard work and see that it is soft. You are just surrendering and allowing.”
-Red Feather
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Why is it that life often just feels like hard work? Why do we make it so? Does life have to be hard work?

We can be grateful for our hard work because it goes hand in hand with a sense of accomplishment. It is that for which we strive not the hard work itself. It is so that we can look back and say, “This is what I did.” It feels good, and in the process we learn valuable spiritual lessons. There is purpose in this path.

It is not the only path however. For it is possible to grow through play. How else do children learn so well and so easily? It is only when learning becomes hard work for them that they bog down and struggle, just like adults.

What’s the difference? The difference is that sense of ‘have to’, ‘should’, ‘must’. The difference is the element of fear around whatever it is not getting done. “If I don’t do this, I won’t get paid. If I don’t do this, I won’t be able to pay my bills. If I don’t do this my house won’t be clean and what will my guests think? If I don’t do this, I’m not a good parent, employee, person.”

There are so many ways that fear can enter into why we choose to do or not do. Yet fear creates that sense of struggle and hard work. In contrast, anything done from love, with love, becomes ease and flow. Either way we learn, we grow. It is just a matter of choosing how we want to go about it.

But how will we ever get anything done if we just do what we want?

The truth is that we do what we want anyway. We just like to complain about it, to ourselves and to others. We want to clean the house because we want to feel good, or we want others to think well of us, or whatever other reason we have. We want to work to pay our bills, because we want to get paid, we want to live in our homes, we want to eat and buy things. We are doing what we want. It just feels like hard work.

Now what would it look like if we flipped the switch, like changing the voltage of our electrical current from 110 to 220? What would it look like if we raised our vibration enough so that we do what we do guided by thoughts of love and appreciation?

Then it would look like this, “I really appreciate this ability I have to earn a living.” “I'm glad I have this vacuum cleaner that makes cleaning the mess on my floor easier.” “I am grateful for the people I love in my life.”  “I so appreciate the blue sky, the wind, the sun on my face.”

The more we can do this, finding something to appreciate about whatever we are doing, whatever circumstances we find ourselves involved in, the more and more we will have to appreciate in our lives. Circumstances around us will change and become more and more pleasing.

Even finding the littlest things to appreciate matters and makes the difference because it is the attitude of appreciation, that love expressed, that will make the difference. We become motivated by love rather than fear. We are expressing love rather than fear into our lives. The Universe will respond by reflecting that love back to us, in small ways and in large. Life will no longer feel like such hard work. A life filled with an attitude of appreciation is a life filled with grace and with flow. 

Surround yourself with what you love and allow it to feed you.
                                                                                                           
A few years back, my husband and I had just finished replacing the old mailbox and post that sat out at the front of our yard gradually falling apart. It was no surprise that it looked much better. We painted the post grey and bought a dark green mailbox, so that it matched the grey of our Victorian farmhouse and the green of the shutters. I found myself looking for excuses to drive by the house or gaze out the window, just so I could admire the mailbox.
 
It reminds me of when I bought a new teakettle. I wanted one that looked old-fashioned to fit the look of our home. I wanted one without that annoying whistle that so many of the newer models have, and I wanted it to be stainless steel so I wouldn’t be scrubbing off its painted surface every time I cleaned it. I took the time to go to several stores and finally found the perfect tea kettle, stainless steel, no whistle, with a gracefully curved spout and shape. After I brought it home and placed it on the stove, I would walk through the kitchen, ostensibly on some other errand and glance casually at the stove. There sat the tea kettle, shining in the sun coming in our South facing windows, sitting ready for duty on the back burner. When I heated water for tea I would sit enthralled by the steam wafting up from the shiny spout in curling, white tendrils.
 
Lest you think I have several screws loose as I soliloquize about mail boxes and teapots, I believe there is a deeper meaning to the pleasure these bits and pieces of our lives give us. That is, these small pieces of our homes add up to become the whole, just as the small moments of our lives add up to become our whole life. They are in fact, a microcosm of the macrocosm, each bit being representative of the whole. Love invested in these bits and pieces is returned, over and over again whether those bits are a mailbox, a teapot or this moment right now in which we find ourselves.
 
How important is a mailbox or a teapot? How important is one moment of our lives? Is it worth putting the love, the focus and attention into this moment to make it the best it can be? This moment is fleeting, why bother? Because the love invested stays, though the moment passes by, and the love is harvested over and over.

​Love invested never stops giving back. 

​Photo by Emily Rudolph on Unsplash

Soul Doors will be taking a brief hiatus as I'll be traveling to Iceland on a spiritual journey.  Look for our next post on Tuesday, March 26th. See you then!

"Our souls crave the quality of sweetness for that is the taste of love."
-Author unknown 

Once upon a time there was a queen named Dulcie. Queen Dulcie lived in a grand palace. She had a maid servant, an upstairs maid and a downstairs maid. She even had three pastry chefs. You see Dulcie liked sweets. Maybe it was her name which means sweet.

Even though she had so much, Dulcie was not happy. But eating sweet things made Dulcie feel happy for a little while, and that was better than nothing. The trouble was eating sweets would not make her happy for long. 

Queen Dulcie subscribed to 10 different gourmet magazines specializing in pastries and sweets. These she would pour over, clipping pictures and recipes which she would hand to her maid servant who would give them to the upstairs maid, who would pass them on to the downstairs maid who would trot them down to the kitchens to be prepared immediately.

The Queen could have any sweet she desired but still she couldn’t feel happy for more than a short while. It got so that as she stuffed herself with penuche and praline frozen cream bombe alternating bites with strawberry-raspberry sugared tart, her mind was planning out the next smorgasbord of rainbow-hued desserts.

Queen Dulcie demanded more and more. She thought that if she could just find the perfect dessert that she would feel happy and stay happy, so she sat with her piles of magazines and flipped through one glorious, glossy page after another looking for the one dessert that would make her happy. She always thought that the next one would do it, but it never did.
    
Finally, sitting on the floor, surrounded by towering stacks of magazines and the empty, chocolate-streaked plate from her last chocolate chip-apricot torte, Dulcie gave up. Her maid servant came running in and tried to coax her to rummage once again through the pages to find another dessert. Dulcie only shook her head. Her maid servant grabbed a magazine, and opened it to a sumptuous looking towering confection and held it up before the Queen, looking at her hopefully. Dulcie turned her face away. The maid servant ran all the way down to the kitchens to have all three chefs bring their most delicious creations before the Queen. Dulcie closed her eyes and shooed them away with her hands.

For days Queen Dulcie just sat staring out the window. Her maid servant cared for her silently, even offering her a magazine once or twice. The Queen never moved. The pastry chefs lolled about the kitchens playing tiddlywinks and jacks and took long naps in the afternoons.

Then one morning as Dulcie looked out the window, the sparkling sun shining through the leaves of the trees outside called to her. She left her room to go into the garden. The air was filled with a beautiful, sweet scent and a warm breeze caressed her cheek. She took in a deep breath of the sweet air and felt a stirring in her heart. Queen Dulcie sat down on the sun-warmed stone bench in front of the water fountain, surrounded by flowering purple lilacs and fragrant white viburnum, sunny-yellow daffodils and gorgeous red and pink tulips. The sun felt warm on her face. She closed her eyes and savored the comforting feeling it gave her. She listened to the water trickling deliciously in the fountain and let its melody soothe her. She breathed deep and tasted the sweetness of the lilac and flowering viburnum all the way back in her throat. She opened her eyes and swallowed the deep reds and bright pinks and yellows of the masses of tulips and daffodils spread out at her feet. Queen Dulcie smiled.

Her maid servant saw her queen smile and rushed to the kitchens. The chef’s bustled about creating delicious desserts, and paraded them out to the garden to offer them to their queen.

Queen Dulcie looked up to see them approaching grandly across the lawn toward her, beautiful platters of desserts in their hands. She gazed upon their hopeful, flour-dusted faces. She savored the sweetness of having such devoted and caring people on her staff.
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Dulcie smiled at each one as they stopped in front of her and offered her their finest creations. One at a time the Queen tasted each delicious confection with a single bite. She closed her eyes that she might better focus on the delightful flavors, then put her spoon down and smiled. Dulcie was happy.

©Holly Hildreth 2018

Photo from Marie Antoinette directed by Sofia Coppola