In The End, We All Turn To Ashes.

I’ve made a lot of life decisions lately, and I’ve begun taking a lot of steps to manifest my dreams. I still have a long way to go, and a busy few months ahead of me, but I am so excited about my direction.

Yesterday I was speaking with someone very close to me and they said that they are frustrated with their current situation. They love their personal life and their hobbies, but they are feeling stuck and drained during their day job. They said they feel as though they’re being brought down day-to-day and that they need to make a change.

I whole-heartedly agree.

Your job is around 80% of your week… and your life. So wouldn’t you want to do something that lit you up? That made you feel happy, helpful, and alive?

Last week I joined a morning yoga class, and as we sat there basking in the sunshine pouring through the windows, the teacher talked about the history of the practice before we began. He spoke about the founders of this particular style of yoga practice and he said that some would wear a strip of ashes on their forehead every day. He explained that this signified the idea that, in the end, we all turn to ashes.

Think about that: In the end, we all turn to ashes.

So many people settle in their lives for what is easy, what is comfortable, and what is safe. So many people settle for living unhappy lives because it’s what is expected (we all seem to find hating our jobs and sharing our pain with the world amusing – because if we didn’t find it amusing, why would be continue to put ourselves through that?). So many people follow paths in life that aren’t theirs; it’s their family’s life, their spouse’s life, their perceived “right” life. They work tirelessly at jobs that they hate because it delivers materialistic items to their lives. But consider this: do we really need a fancy car, a bigger house, or a life of glitz and glamour if working to obtain these things is draining our souls?

I am so grateful for my accident, as odd as that may sound. It awakened me to the preciousness of life. It opened me up to the fact that life should not be a race, and neither should it be a meaningless trudge to our graves. Life should be about joy. It should be filled with meaningful work, connecting to our divine nature, feeding our souls, love, laughter, and bliss. Yes, there will be some testing or tiring times. There will be things or people that cross our paths that upset us. There will be times when you may not want to do something, but you must in order to move forward. There will be times when one may think “it was easier when I settled.”

But you mustn’t give up. Life is a journey; don’t let a few missteps or tests lead you astray. Think of them as just that: Tests. Learn and grow from them. I know I have.

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Embrace your life. Embrace who you are. Live with open eyes, open arms, and open minds.

And to the person I was speaking with yesterday: you’ll get there. We all will. You must believe in yourself and believe in your dreams. Manifest your desires. Just start. Begin anywhere. Live.

♥ Danielle Crowe

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Everything Happens for a Reason

I have believed in the saying “everything happens for a reason” for a long time, and within these past few months I have also begun looking for the message or sign that I believe are hidden in daily occurrences (run-ins with others, things that happen, feelings, emotions, etc.).

I want to share what I mean with a recent example: Last Friday I was getting ready to go to work and it was snowing quite a bit, and when I got ready to leave the house my car was covered in snow. Normally, I get in and turn my wind-shield wipers on and either sit in the car until it’s defrosted (lazy, I know), or I get out and scrape my windows. On this particular morning I got in and the snow on my wind-shield was light enough that it brushed off quite easily with just my wipers. I remember sitting there thinking “I should wipe off the rest of my windows.” But this morning I didn’t. I remember making the conscious decision that it was fine – I had rolled my two front windows down and could see clearly from all angles. I backed up and I thought “I really should get out and make sure it’s all brushed off.” But I didn’t. I pulled out of my driveway and headed down the street.

Within seconds a cop passed and I watched him turn around and follow me. I knew I was about to be pulled over. Sure enough, I was.

The cop came to my window and I recognized him. I couldn’t place him, but I knew he looked familiar. He informed me that I didn’t do a good enough job of cleaning off my car and asked the usual question: “license and registration please.”

He then stopped and looked at me. He said “Are you the girl that was hit?” And it was then that I realized… he was the cop that was at the scene of my accident on the day I was hit.

He looked me in the eye and said “how would you feel if you hit someone because you didn’t take the time to clean your car off properly? You wouldn’t want them to experience what you went through, would you?”

I felt like I was punched in the throat. I lost my breath and I couldn’t stop the flow of tears from pouring out of my eyes. I got to work, closed my office door, sobbed big, hyper-ventilating tears and called my mother.

Looking back, I know there was a message in that. I remember consciously thinking that I should clean my car and consciously deciding not to. I believe the message was this:

I have been taking a lot of time for myself lately, and putting my intentions and dreams at the forefront (not that I’m sorry for that, because I’m not – 2015 will be my year to make big things happen), but while I’ve been on this path, I haven’t been as attentive to others as I should be.

When the officer said “You wouldn’t want them to experience what you went through, would you?” my answer was and will always be “absolutely not.” But although I may think it, have I been acting on it? No. If I had of been thinking about others instead of “I’m cold, I just want to get to work as fast as possible so I can go inside” then perhaps I would have cleaned my car off and avoided the entire situation.

The event made me remember that I am one tiny speck in this atmosphere. Don’t get me wrong – I am amazing, smart, strong and important… but so is everyone else.

That night my boyfriend and I made a delicious meal together; we drank wine, talked, danced and enjoyed one another’s company. We usually always have Friday night date nights, but lately, we’ve been busy… or we’ve been going out for supper, which is fine, but it takes the intimacy away. Then on Saturday morning I got out of bed at the sound of my unnecessary alarm to do yoga and start my day. Half-way through my breakfast I stopped, put it in the fridge and crawled back into bed. I know how important having a morning cuddle-session is to my boyfriend so was missing out on that for my own selfish needs worth it? No. We cuddled, ate our breakfast together and then I practiced my yoga a bit later in the morning while he watched the sports recaps. No unnecessary rushing, no busy thoughts, just love.

I can still accomplish the things I want to accomplish and still keep my goals in line, but I can do so while still keeping others – especially those important to me – in mind as well. As upsetting as Friday’s experience was for me, I am grateful for it.

I am grateful for the constant daily lessons, reminders and signs. They’re always there, you just have to open your mind and look deep inside for them.

Always be kind to others, as you never know what is going to happen next. Love conquers all.

Much love,

Danielle