A Spiritually Enlightening Online Magazine. November's Theme: "Divine"
Volume 9 Issue 1 ISSN# 1708-3265

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Illuminations Aleesha Sattva About the Cover Lisa Baldwin Living the Magic Divine Dj Brown-Jewett Divine Gifts Julie Hoyle Effort Sunshine Stevens The Auric Vacuum Parzival Sattva My Divine Sacrifices! David Reber Divinity Is Your Birthright Cheryl Jewett-Brown Ph.D. Animal Reflexology - Creating Divine Connections Jackie Segers Walk Your Talk Aleesha Sattva Po and the Stones Phil Kotofskie Let's Talk Tarot Marcia McCord Lifetalks Dawn Baumann Brunke Living… Naturally Nicole Gardner Meditate a Moment Parzival Sattva Song of the Gypsy Tree Janet Robbins

Who makes hard-won gains
Fall like a summer rain?
-Midnight Oil

It started Monday on my lunch break. I came in from work and saw the tools laid out to clean our dryer vents. Earlier I convinced my wife that the hardest part of the job was done with all the tools gathered. She replied, "But does it all have to be on the dining table?"

I reasoned. "If it's in plain sight I'll remember to do it!"

That was the meat of the conversation even though there was a lot more back, forth, and downright whining on my part. It ended when she said, "&#133but I don't want all this here for days." Well, that conversation was Friday evening and it all was still there Monday afternoon. <p>So with a big sigh, I put the brushes together and assembled the other accoutrements. It was past time to do it so I sacrificed a lunch break to get it done. A little extra effort and I really wanted the pat on the head from my wife, wanted to hear "good boy" and tossed a treat. She gave great treats. In fact there was a bit of time left over in the break, so I knocked a few more things off the list. <p>Tuesday rolled around and I found myself in front of the refrigerator. Of course there was the cold pizza and my mouth watered at its cheesy goodness. Then though, my tummy rumbled, and the big mistake was made&#133 I looked down at it&#133 all of it&#133. So with yet another sigh my hand went on past the pizza box and dug out all the fixings for a salad. That's how lunch went the whole rest of the week. Flavour sacrificed for health, and each time I trudged back to work all jazzed up about regularity. Of course this would pay off later. Right? <a href="http://www.timelessspirit.com/coaching.html" target="blank"><img src="images/aleesharawad.jpg" alt="Raw Food and Fasting Coaching with Aleesha Stephenson" align="right" width="380" height="265" border="3"></a> <p>Wednesday was a bit tougher. There were a couple client cancellations, and I finagled the schedule further. Finally, regular lunch time extended to nap time! The morning went great with an up-coming snooze anticipated. When that bonus time arrived though, I noticed the 'fridge was nearly empty. In fact, instead of anything to eat there was the grocery list on the counter. You guessed it, the peaceful nap was sacrificed and the grocery run made instead. <p>Thursday was actually slated to end early and go out with a buddy. The plan was the same. Every time we ate sloppy burgers then went to a "man" movie, the kind of movie with explosions and boobs but absolutely no plot slowed it down. Everything went pretty good. After all, I sacrificed during the week right? <p>Several of my clients cancelled for sickness, family emergencies&#133 what have you. The absolute, only time any of them were available for reschedule was Thursday afternoon or evening only. Again I sacrificed and made the customers happy. Sadly no big-screen explosions or surround-sound boobs that night. It would pay off later right? <p>Friday morning came and I offered to take our son to the bus. I pretty much worked second shift that week, so for me it was too early&#133 before the sun even. But, in my mind if I sacrificed a couple hours sleep I gained a couple hours on the day. That always paid later, right? <p>I dropped the boy off as the sun just popped above the horizon. Of course never admitted out loud, I really enjoyed the splendour. After all I was a bit more alert than usual. I stayed in the night before right? <p>While the shower warmed up I weighed myself. The scale reported three pounds lighter! Then blood sugar checked well within normal range, a bit low actually! Maybe the sacrificed flavour at lunch worked out! <p>So then I looked for my wife but instead there was a note on the counter. It read, "Thanks for going to the bus, the extra sleep was nice! Went to work early&#133 I Feel much better&#133. Love you!" I sacrificed a couple hours sleep and apparently there were a couple extra hours with the whole house mine! Complete silence and no pants! Only then it all came together. The sun was not even half way above the horizon, but a single shaft of sunlight burst through the trees outside, then through the living room window before it spot-lighted the 'fridge door'. <p>Of course you remembered back earlier when I sacrificed a mid-day siesta to get groceries instead. When I was there I bought a guilty pleasure out of shear spite. Because of that trip there was a little treasure for me and me alone. <p>I took my time, literally savoured the calm, serene morning. First thing, poured myself a big glass of milk, chilled to the proper thirty-seven degrees Fahrenheit. Next, hands literally shook with anticipation as the prize was excavated. It was cleverly hidden under the vegetables so our teenager never found it. <p>Gently cradled, the tiny little bundle of pure joy and the cold milk both went with me out front. There we plopped down on the old swing-rocker in the front yard as the dawn turned epic. <p>Ever so slowly, the little bit of contraband came out of its wrapping, and I tensed in case the dream fluttered away into the ether before ever realized. Right there, thoroughly, completely, ecstatically, and more than a little erotically, I dunked bits of that glazed, blueberry cake donut into its refreshing dairy sister. And you know what? It was <b>DIVINE</b>&#133. <br><br><br> <p><FONT SIZE=-1 COLOR="#51390e">Hello, I'm David Reber. Currently I'm trying very hard to live a simple, uncomplicated life. I really enjoy tying flies or writing bad fiction in some quiet corner near where my beautiful wife is working on one of her hobbies. I also enjoy long walks with her when the weather is nice and we can take our two Siberian Husky puppies, Annie and Chloey with us - or when the huskies take us for a run would be the proper description. 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