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Amber's wonderful plan — a self-made 40-day Mind-Body-Spirit program…including jars for HAPPINESS and GRATITUDE. Have an amazing journey, Amber! 🙂
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Thanks for the happiness Jar Idea. Brilliant! I made one and took it a step further with Gratitude jar as well. 😉
September 1st I started a 40 day MIND – BODY – SPIRIT project. The happiness and gratitude jar you see here is the SPIRIT part. Every morning for 40 days I will wake with a gratitude and go to sleep writing the happiest moment of my day. You put the SPIRIT in my project. 😉
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Monica's HAPPINESS JAR!
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Spent the afternoon creating my happiness jar with my best friend!
Peace & Blessings from Oklahoma
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THANK YOU, ARIELLE…(who got herself an early review copy — way to go!) 🙂
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Thank you, Liz, for creating this book and allowing me to meet Alma and company. I feel so blessed to have recieved an advance copy and have just this moment finished devouring it while on holiday in Asolo, Italy.
To borrow a few of your fine words, The Signature of All Things is a book of "genius, originality, grace and beauty."
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ROOM IN NEW YORK CITY…
Dearests —
I was feeling nostalgic today for this room — the Rose reading room at the NY Public Library, on 42nd and Fifth Ave.
Remember how Virginia Woolf wrote that a woman who wanted to be a writer needed a "room of one's own"? Well, it took MANY years before I had the means to have such a thing (my own private writing room) in my own house. For all of my youth, I wrote in every quiet corner I could claim — in closets, in stairwells, in bus stations, in diners. But I never had my own room.
Until I moved to NYC, that is…broke as can be, living in a rather squalid East Village apartment (subletted from a junkie; the mattress was full of cigarette burns and the fridge contained nothing but syringes.) Still no room of my own…until I wandered into the NY Public Library one day and found this palace of silence, absolutely free, a soaring heaven of quietly studying souls sitting in rows at long wooden tables under small green lamps, working.
I wrote my first two books there, guys — in that majestic, muffled, quiet oasis. I don't know what I would've done without it.
If you ever get the chance, go visit this room. It's on the third floor, up a Cinderella-esque marble staircase. Just walk right in and take a breath — it's the holy of holies.
Heart,
Liz
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