On Women and the Great Vibration

 

“Keep quiet and say one's prayers—certainly not merely the best,
but the only things to do if one would be truly happy;
but, ashamed of asking when I have received so much,
the only form of prayer I would use would be a form of thanksgiving.”


― Elizabeth von Arnim (1866-1941)

The Solitary Summer (1899)

 

Dearest Friend and Reader,

I'm thinking today of the Australian-born, English novelist Elizabeth von Arnim, who intended to write a happy book when she sat down at her desk in April 1921.

Well, the truth is, she had to do it. She had just finished a dark yet cathartic novel based on her notoriously turbulent marriage to an English nobleman, called Vera. While her publishers were relieved to finally receive her long-delayed manuscript, there was a small problem. Everyone expected a lighthearted comedy, for which Elizabeth was known. Coming just after World War I ended and the Spanish Flu epidemic, the British reading public wanted to feel good again. Hopeful. She was quickly told to produce something lighter—an omelet without breaking any eggs—the happy book. Ironically, Vera would become her most critically acclaimed novel, described by the literary critic John Mansfield as “Wuthering Heights written by Jane Austen.”

Ah, the happy book.

Happiness is much harder to write about than sorrow, just as longing for love is easier to describe than its fulfillment. Still, I suspect many writers secretly wish they could write from the deep well of happiness, at least once, just to know what it feels like.

Like most authors, Elizabeth drew on personal experience in all her writing, but at this moment her inspirational bank account was overdrawn; she was physically and emotionally exhausted, needing to support herself and her five children. A lack of money can’t always muster creative attention, but it can certainly engage the will.

Thinking that perhaps a bucolic setting might inspire her, Elizabeth rented a medieval castello overlooking the Italian Riviera, a stark contrast to cold, dark, rainy London. She was optimistic after one good day, which was probably meant the lead paragraph.

It began in a woman’s club in London on a February afternoon – an uncomfortable club, and a miserable afternoon – when
Mrs. Wilkins, who had come down from Hampstead to shop and had lunched at her club, took up The Times from the table in the smoking-room, and running her listless eye down the Agony Column saw this:

 To Those who Appreciate Wistaria and Sunshine. Small medieval Italian Castle on the shores of the Mediterranean to be let furnished for the month of April. Necessary servants remain. Z, Box 1,000, The Times.

With that Lord Have Mercy lead, the next morning, Elizabeth came to a complete stop. Her diary entry from April 3, 1921, notes: “Staring open-mouthed all a.m.” Although hope was blooming outside her window in the warmth of an Italian spring, it was beyond her reach as a writer, just as love had been.

Often, writers cast their words prophetically, like a sorceress might cast a spell. Many times, when those words come back to you between two covers, your ghostly specter is so fully fleshed that you no longer recognize your own creation. Keep in mind, Mary Shelley did not know she was creating Frankenstein in 1818 when she wrote, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed and by such slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity or ruin.” The woman started off writing a love story.

When I worked as a journalist, always on deadline, I was fortunate to have a tough editor (though, if I recall correctly, I didn't see it as a blessing at the time). Deadlines are brutal. Column inches are crippling. Once, only once, I blamed writer’s block for my delay in submitting a piece. My editor looked up and stared me down in one long, withering glance of utter contempt:  “Writer’s block? Lazy writers not telling the truth. Forty-two minutes, 750 words.” Only by the grace of God did I finish it. But I’ve never forgotten the mystical equation: Writer’s Block? Not telling the truth.

Now, when I read something I’m in the process of writing, and suddenly, I start to weep, I know I’m close. Unintentionally, my subconscious scrawl has hit a psychic sciatic nerve, and I have no choice but to keep going. “The line of words fingers your own heart” is how the luminous Annie Dillard describes the process.  “It invades arteries and enters the heart on a flood of breath; it presses the moving rims of thick valves; it palpates the dark muscle…feeling for something, it knows not what.”

As I knead my own nerve slowly, I chance upon a gnarled ganglia from the past—suppressed memories, calcified regrets, shards of remorse, a cyst of shame—entangled and embedded in a hard, painful knot, hidden deeply in my heart’s cavity.  I tap the keys, my prose probing too close for comfort, much the way a doctor taps her fingers upon the body to sense the condition of an organ through sound.  Something I’ve not been ready to acknowledge, some reckoning I’ve been resisting, is struggling to be heard.

But I can feel it beneath my feet, the Deeper Vibration. The truth that Divine Change is on her way.  You’ve heard it too.  That’s because Divine Change is vibrational.  We’re only gaslighting ourselves into believing that change appears out of nowhere.

There is nothing erratic, irrational, or random about change. As regular as the ebb and flow of the tides, the recurring sequence of the four seasons, the monthly phases of the moons, menstruation, and menopause, the cycles of sowing and reaping, and the daily progression from day into night, change can be counted on.  And if you allow yourself to be still enough, you can even hear change approaching.

More often than we realize, change arrives softly, a gentle whisper meant to ease our doubts and even inspire us to begin making subtle course corrections in certain situations.  We don’t.  So, change becomes a recurring theme in our lives, a pulsating riff, the same issue wrapped in different circumstances.  For example, in one month, you lose your keys, your job, your lover, your wallet, your lease.  Hang on, what’s happening here?  What situations in life have you been dragging your heels about; what are you ducking that you should have ended long ago?  Or what don’t you believe you deserve?  What is it you fear someone will take away? Security. Safety. Serenity. Love. Money. Health. Happiness. Your husband.  Home. Everything?

Loss is trying to get your attention before Divine Change gets into town.

Yes, the world is frightening and seems to become more so each day. We are exhausted from tossing and turning, to-ing and

fro-ing. We are worn to a raveling by the chaos surrounding us. The sharp words that pop out of nowhere. The short fuse when inarticulate irritation becomes sudden rage. We are annoyed, anxious, and angry because nobody seems to be in charge of anything. Our emotional equilibrium is continually in free-fall.  It’s impossible for us to be “steady as she goes.”

But here is what I’ve learned and share with the seeker in you.  Being scared is a sacred warning signal triggered to keep you and yours out of harm’s way.  Just change the positions of the letters “a” and “c,” and “scared” becomes “sacred.”

Being scared is a primal instinct that keeps you alive in dangerous situations until you can get the hell out of them. Think of it as a spiritual shortwave radio frequency processed through a woman’s sixth sense—your intuitive sense of Knowing. The more scared I am of a flashpoint, the more urgent it is for me to stop, take a deep breath, exhale, and face it. I might not know where the hatches are that I’ve just been told to batten down, but I will find them.  My spirit animal these days is the mother prairie dog, poking her head out of the burrow, instinctively measuring the vibrations of miles to minutes before the buffalo stampede.  She doesn’t ignore the Deeper Vibration, and neither can we.

Our souls' prime directive is to become the calmest, most capable woman in any challenge, crisis, or circumstance racing towards us. The more confusion that surrounds us, the calmer we become—anyplace, anytime, anywhere. And notice all those different words that begin with the letter “C”.  Interesting.

We can do this. We can handle whatever needs to be done today and tomorrow. Keeping a Gratitude Journal is wonderful if you can, do, or will do again, because recording remembered blessings is the foundation for contentment. But more urgently, we can rise to the occasion with the passionate power of gratitude at this moment, through a daily litany of “Thank you”.   Softly, under your breath.

Thank you for protecting me from what I didn’t need to know at the time. Thank you for finding a way when there seemed to be no way. Thank you for helping me from falling. Thank you for helping me get back up. Thank you, I was able to find the pilot light. Thank you for the cat food and litter that arrived. The 13th-century German mystic Meister Eckhart said, “If the only prayer you say in your entire life is 'Thank you’, it will be enough,” and he was right. In the morning, when you open your eyes and take a conscious breath, give thanks for another day—another breath.

Then, ask Heaven for a day’s worth of Grace to guide and protect you and yours. Throughout my life, the prayer for one day’s portion of Grace has always been answered, and I am always stunned when I forget this, and I do. For here is the most powerful truth of all: Divine Grace always overrules natural law.

Does this mean that this invocation will stop the tornado in its tracks?  No. But Mother Courage will help you in some other way that day.

Let’s hold this thought: Divine Grace always overrules natural law.  Still, here’s the little print of life: Divine Grace can’t intervene if we don’t ask for it. This is spiritual law. As above, so below. We must ask for help. (June 6 Simple Abundance. Ask, Ask, Ask.) We have not, because we do not ask.

One day’s portion of Grace.  Of course, we don’t know what Grace will look like, but the angels do. And at the end of the day, you will have another unexpected blessing to be grateful for as you close your eyes.

After it was published in 1922, The Enchanted April was hailed as a “delicious confection” capable of working its magic on all.” No one was more surprised than its author. Luckily for the rest of us, the result of Elizabeth von Armin’s struggle to describe happiness can be a restorative remedy.

Her deeply moving novel about four very different women, each miserable in her own way, who are drawn back to Life through the magic and romance found in what had been dismissed as “ordinary,” reveals feminine truth—that no life is beyond the redemptive love of a good woman—especially her own.  But knowing how Elizabeth von Arnim created it, through racking sobs, makes me appreciate the gift and its giver so much more.

The comforting spring ritual of watching the movie The Enchanted April (1991), or the combination of reading and then viewing—even if you think you’ve seen it before—will surprise you. When I first saw the film, I was married, and I responded to its message like a plant leaning toward the light. Years later, when I was no longer married, watching the movie was more difficult, and I had to watch it over a couple of days. Why? Because I realized that although my domestic situation had changed, my pattern of overloading others' needs onto my daily routine had continued, and my frequent backaches were a clue. The Deeper Vibration felt fainter than my pulse. Now, watching it feels frothy, delightful, and soothing—subtle and sublime. The story remains the same, but I am not the woman I was. How about you?

 

Sending you and yours dearest love and blessings on your courage,

Sarah Ban Breathnach

 

 

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She Was Her Own Greatest Mystery!

Agatha Christie and The Mystery of a Happy Life

 

"Nobody in the world was more inadequate

to act the heroine than I was." --Agatha Christie

 

For over 60 years, Agatha Christie perfectly played the little old lady who wrote cozy mysteries when not

knitting or gardening. But behind her 66 detective novels, 15 short-story collections, 16 plays, and 6

Romance novels under the name Mary Westmacott lived a thoroughly modern woman who sailed around

the world, loved fast cars, surfing, and archaeology digs.

 

Listen to Sarah Ban Breathnach as she discusses the hidden clues that helped Agatha Christie create a beloved old lady public persona

and a happy private life.

The Official Simple Abundance Certified Leaders, trained by Sarah Ban Breathnach

 
Colorado

Meet Tiffani Roberts

Tiffani Roberts

Tiffani is an artist and student of the everyday who enjoys sharing her ponderings and epiphanies online. Her path with Simple Abundance began years ago when she received the pink book as a Mother’s Day gift. Like many treasures in life, it was tucked away on a bookshelf until one day when she stumbled upon Sarah’s blog, “Between the Lines,” and read the post “A Bounty of Goodness: September’s Season of Gleaning, Gathering In and Letting Go” from September 2016. This post drew her into the world of Simple Abundance and led her to pull the pink book down from the shelf once more. For the last 10 years, Tiffani has taken numerous classes with Sarah Ban Breathnach and loves reading her books for daily inspiration. From gratitude to joy, learning about and practicing each of the Simple Abundance graces has enriched Tiffani’s life creatively, practically, and spiritually.

Sharing Simple Abundance with kindred spirits is a joy for Tiffani. Her classes offer a creative excursion through the Simple Abundance Close to Home Workshop. Whether classes are held over Zoom or in a small-group setting on her back porch over coffee or tea, she welcomes all like-hearted women into an intimate exploration of the Simple Abundance graces and their treasures.

A mother at heart, Tiffani is a wife of 25 years with two teenage children. She lives quietly in rural Colorado with her family and pets. Tiffani has a soft spot for anything vintage or floral, and finds joy in quiet handwork like crochet and knitting. Old movies, tea parties, and time in nature are some of her favorite ways to slow down and savor life. She is an unabashed anglophile, with a dream of visiting the countries her ancestors once called home. You can find Tiffani online at  https://substack.com/@blissfulponderings  or contact her at blissfulponderings@gmail.com. She is also on Instagram @blissful_ponderings.

California

Meet Jona Consani

Jona consani

Jona Consani is a woman whose life has been shaped by the beliefs that opportunities are created, and your past doesn’t determine your future. Growing up in remote and impoverished areas of northern California, Jona left home at 17 to go after her dreams.

Being a truck driver like her dad was one of those dreams. Undaunted by the hostility of a male dominated industry, Jona landed her dream job at 25. From driving 18-wheelers to eventually owning two large trucking companies, Jona happily spent the next four decades in the trucking business, despite the culture remaining resistant to women.

Jona is an artist, a Certified Massage Therapist, a licensed Private Pilot, and has been a volunteer pilot with Angel Flight. She is an encourager, a dreamer, a world traveler and a fervent lover of books and opera. She spends time in her garden, practicing the piano, or gathering with friends. 

Passionate about community, Jona volunteers with numerous local and national non-profits. She spent 10+ years as a hospice bedside volunteer and bereavement counselor, and has been involved for 35+ years with Forgotten Felines of Sonoma County.

In 1998, Jona had a life-changing moment when she saw Sarah Ban Breathnach on the Oprah Show. The book, Simple Abundance, became her daily sacrament. She began to discover her authentic self and cultivate deeper creativity. A lifetime of longing for more was nurtured.  

NEW England

Meet Virginia Lincoln

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Virginia Lincoln came to Simple Abundance in the usual way - she saw Sarah on Oprah. She was hooked immediately and has read either the original version or the revised edition more than 30 times, as well as the books that followed, finding something new upon each reading. 

Virginia was a criminal prosecuting attorney in NJ. When the kids came along, she went into partnership with her husband, doing defense work, which proved to be the very opposite of what she wanted to do. She abandoned law in 2006,  giving up her license to practice soon thereafter, but continued to manage the building where their office was located until her husband, too, recently retired. She has sung with a regional chorus since 1987 and served on its Board of Trustees for 30 years including 10 years as its president. She served in various positions in the PTA when her two boys were in school and even spent a couple of years on the Board of Education. She relishes the peace that putting all that behind her has finally brought, but would never trade the joy she felt and experiences she had being a part of keeping live music in her community and in bringing a little order to the chaos of her kids’ elementary years. 

All her history in her careers, both paid and volunteer, gave her a sense of community and achievement. They also taught her how to be persuasive, thoughtful, and organized, made public speaking less terrifying, and taught her that she liked, in turn, to help others gain those same skills. 

 Virginia grew up in Massachusetts, and lives in NJ with her husband near her two adult children where she still sings, scrapbooks, takes photos, and makes jewelry and thrift shops for home decor. She collects Hummel figurines,  Limoges trinket boxes, vintage glassware and NH memorabilia. She recently opened her own Etsy store offering her homemade beaded jewelry and found vintage items. She loves to write, but only for herself. She considers her summer house in NH to be her happy place and her true home. Virginia looks forward to sharing her passion for Simple Abundance with anyone willing to listen. 

 
Georgia

Lisa Sims Harrison

Lisa Sims Harrison is a native of Birmingham, Alabama, whose life and work embody the principles of gratitude, simplicity, and creative intention at the heart of Simple Abundance. She first met author Sarah Ban Breathnach in the early 1990s, shortly after Simple Abundance was published, and trained with her as a group leader at a conference in Orlando. That early experience shaped Lisa’s understanding of soulful living and continues to influence the way she approaches her work, home life, creativity, and connection with others.

For more than three decades, Lisa has woven Simple Abundance values into a diverse creative career. She is a writer, memoirist, and screenwriter; the founder of The Wish List Way, a personal development brand that helps women use wish lists and mindful daily practices to design meaningful lives; and the founder of SimplyFilm Productions, where she develops and produces Southern stories rooted in truth, hope, and emotional resonance. Her award-winning screenplay The Wish List and her forthcoming hybrid memoir Down to Tuscaloosa: Confessions of a Moviegoer reflect her belief that storytelling is both inheritance and healing.

Lisa has also spent many years as a nonprofit grant writer, helping organizations tell their stories with clarity and compassion. Whether she is leading a life-planning session, developing a film project, or shaping a chapter of her memoir, Lisa encourages women to honor the sacredness of ordinary days and to rediscover the hope, meaning, and possibility already present in their lives. She lives with her husband, Steve, and dachshund, Bett.

Texas

Meet Patti Mitchell

Patti Mitchell

I have been on the Simple Abundance path since 1997.  Struggling with panic attacks, I sought a therapist who recommended Simple Abundance. The daily readings resonated with me immediately. Less than a year later, I saw Sarah Ban Breathnach on the Oprah Winfrey Show. I have so much respect and admiration for her and all she has accomplished! 

I recognized that one of the causes of my panic attacks came from living with a hoarder, my husband at the time. As I sought to understand the six spiritual graces (Gratitude, Simplicity, Order, Harmony, Beauty and Joy) I began to gain more of a sense of self-worth and realized I was not living in the manner where I felt authentic.  As I purged material items, a sense of lack diminished and a sense of abundance increased!

Simplicity does not mean scarcity or lack. On the contrary, it means enjoying the simple pleasures that money cannot buy.  Abundance does not equate to monetary value. Again, this is contradictory to what truly makes us feel as though we are living abundantly.

If you have ever been made to feel less-than because you were overweight; if you have ever had a disabled child; if you have ever been divorced; if you have ever had a brother commit suicide; if you have ever lost a child; if you have ever lost a grandchild; if you have ever been abandoned because your teenage daughter became pregnant – you can become abundantly authentic. I know because I am this woman.

In November 2007, I attended Sarah’s Certified Leadership Training so that I could be contractually linked to providing classes on her behalf.  Simple Abundance is the key to changing in a way that makes sense for YOU.

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