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Cultivate Your Power


We live in an information society unprecedented in history. Constantly bombarded with images and words from radio, television, print media, and the Internet, we have scarcely a moment of quiet solitude to hear our own inner voices. The danger is that eventually we’ll lose touch with our own innate wisdom, and simply become a cog in a programmed society. Whatever our conscious minds are not aware of, or care not to deal with in the moment, our subconscious is absorbing and filing away. Let’s face it; there are many external forces at work vying for a piece of our minds…

Taking back ownership of our own minds is an important first step towards creating a new world. Our minds are powerful tools of creation, and as long as we allow them to be cluttered with negativity and despair, that is all we will ever experience. What will you choose to focus your mind on today… the media’s projection of doom and gloom, or your own glorious vision of your life and the world around you?

Susan L Hart 2023


The Fire is Awakening


The classic battle between light and dark is being played out right before our eyes. Remember all those movies where you were cheering for the hero(es) to win and for goodness to prevail?

In our current reality, sometimes it is difficult to know who is on the side of the light. There are many forces at play and there is a lot of double talk that makes it confusing.

Now is the time to use your own power of discernment. Look for the signs and the clues to find the truth. Listen to your gut. This is an essential spiritual guiding thought: Something that truly has your best interests at heart does not want to control you. Control is rooted in dark energy. Energy of the light does not try to dominate and diminish. Light desires expansion, growth, and enlightenment, fulfilling its infinite potentiality.

Now, who has the best interest of you and the rest of humanity at heart?

Inspirational Quotes:

“Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.” ~ Veronica Roth

“Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.” ~ Roy T. Bennett

“You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.” ~ Marcus Aurelius


The Language of Dust (a short story)

The muffled rattle of the jackhammers on the Manhattan pavement below threatened to drive Jackie mad. It had been incessant for weeks now, but it wasn’t just the noise. No, it was even more so the fine layer of dust that coated everything, all the time. How was it possible for construction dirt to drift all the way up to the 10th floor, even somehow slithering into her lingerie drawer? It was depressing.

Jackie was not a rich woman, but she could afford not to work. In fact, her ambitious husband of three years demanded it. George was a very generous man; all he insisted upon was a meticulously clean house and a hot, homemade meal when he came home from the office. But Wall Street had not made him quite wealthy enough (yet) to bestow Jackie with domestic help. She was on her own to cope with this summer’s construction conundrum.

Keeping George happy was Jackie’s number one concern in life, so it was never a good situation when he came home to dirt. Normally she could make the place spotless with plenty of time left over for shopping and other routine outings, but Jackie’s days were now overtaken by dust. In fact, dust had become pretty much a full-time job for her. It irritated her terribly to catch George surreptitiously running his forefinger along the hall table when he came in the door. Was he measuring how much the construction workers had accomplished that day, or rather Jackie’s value in his future? It disturbed her greatly that she could not answer that question.

The apartment was quite large, so after much worrying and many missteps, Jackie devised a plan for a daily dusting route that guaranteed George would find as little dirt as possible. Of course, the front hall table was the last to be dusted; it was timed perfectly for just before he came home. She’d put some polish on one particular cloth in the morning, so the lemon aroma would fade and he’d never suspect she’d just polished it. Jackie wanted George to see her as a magician, the perfect housewife, because after all, they planned to be married for a long, long time.

Day after long, hot summer day, Jackie toiled at her task. As much as she did not like cleaning, she found a certain satisfaction in it, to see the late afternoon sun slant through the blinds onto a gleaming coffee table. She had even come to like George’s evening arrival instead of dreading it. Lately the sly finger running along the tabletop was followed by a satisfied grin. He looked happy, but not in the way Jackie imagined. From George’s point of view, he finally had his wife trained.

However, this boot camp for the best-housewife-ever-award was soon to blow up. As the summer wore on, and as Jackie’s patient hands polished each nook, cranny, and crevice of the apartment over and over again, it gradually began to dawn on her that dust was not at all her problem. Finally one fateful day, she fully realized that she couldn’t bear it. Not the unending dust problem, mind you, but the way she had sold out on her soul.

And so it was that one fine evening in late August, George came home from the office to find the front hall table covered in dust. He frowned, and then noticed the can of lemon polish and brand new cleaning cloth beside it. There was also a quick note, not on a piece of paper, but hurriedly jotted into the dust. The ever so clean scribbling said simply, “You do it”.

Down on the street pulsing with life, Jackie walked quickly in the dusk, pulling along behind her the one suitcase she’d hurriedly packed. She looked back at it for a moment, wondering if she had enough clothes. Jackie smiled. Suddenly her life was no longer about what clothes she owned or cleaning house. She was headed for adventure, though she knew not where for sure. Perhaps Africa? Jackie had always wanted to go there…. Maybe she would even start her own little business. She had, after all, excelled at clothing design before she married George. She couldn’t wait to buy the plane ticket with some of her meager nest egg. She wanted to get as far away from New York as possible.

Meanwhile, a very old bus rattled and groaned along an unnamed street in South Africa. The sun had set hours ago, so in the soft darkness the veneer of dust on everything was indistinguishable to Nandi. She was glad, because the days felt eternally hot and dirty. It was a relief to at least not see the dirt, even though she could feel it clinging to her sweaty skin. She couldn’t wait to get home to take a bath. More so, she couldn’t wait until her life was no longer about cleaning other people’s houses.

Nandi’s long workdays were consumed as a cleaning lady for rich ladies. She tried always to feel grateful for the work, and not resentful of those who lived a life of ease and luxury. She glanced out the window at a brightly lit billboard passing by in the night. It advertised some famous designer’s perfume, way out of Nandi’s realm of reality.

She wondered, what would it feel like to not worry about money, to buy a bottle of expensive perfume on a whim, without thinking twice about the price? She had a great deal of difficulty imagining that kind of life, and just for a moment, she did indulge in some jealousy. Nandi quickly pulled herself back from it. Even though young in years, she already understood that there is a price for everything.

Each night after a quick dinner and bath, Nandi devoted some time to her needlework before collapsing into bed. Every spare second and cent was spent on her passion. Nandi embroidered good used clothing with traditional patterns that had been passed down in her family. Her designs were starting to be known, sold from a little neighborhood consignment store in the city.  Nandi yearned for the day when she could put her beautiful embroidery designs on equally fine new dresses and skirts.  She knew her own talent, but she also recognized that she needed to meet just the right person to start a business. Where to look?

Two days later a plane serendipitously landed in Johannesburg, and a young woman still trundling her suitcase with one hand, and now with a map in the other, made her way down a hot, dusty street. The small hotel she was booked in was somewhere nearby, but she was a little lost. Thirst threatened to overcome Jackie, and so she stopped at a small café to grab a cold drink.

As she walked back out onto the street, a passing ray of late afternoon sun glinted gold on a dress in a shop window. She crossed over to take a look, and taken with the stunning needlework, she went inside to inquire. The lady told Jackie about Nandi, and agreed to coordinate a meeting of the women.

Suffice to say, these were two people born to meet each other. They hit it off immediately, and although they both hated house cleaning, they were not afraid of hard work. Together they built a successful clothing business in Johannesburg, and their deep friendship endured until Jackie’s passing some sixty years later.

Over the years they marveled occasionally at the events of their lives, and how two women from very different worlds had ever managed to meet. Destiny can be fulfilled in the strangest of ways, and it often takes what we loathe to arrive at a place of what we love.

The Fates whispered to Jackie and Nandi in the language of dust, and they listened.

© Susan L Hart 2023



We don’t remember
our other soul lives spent here,
alien Earth plane.

Swaths of sand smooth and
soften hard edges of past

We visit, then with
infinite impermanence,
return to dust too.

© Susan L Hart 2023

Musings of a Movie Star

I woke up this morning wondering what it would be like if the world had no mirrors. Yes, that’s right, none at all, so that we never saw the reflections of our own faces. We’d have to focus on the merits of our internal landscape much more, yes?

I also have wondered (many times) how different the world would be if the first department in the women’s section of a department store were not cosmetics. This would probably apply to men too, if as much emphasis were put on their beauty as their building of empires.

Physical beauty is a product of nature, and its measuring stick is still too often based on the subjective opinion of a culture or society. Norma Jean was born with the sort of good looks that society craved at the time. The world at large bought into Hollywood’s manipulation of Norma Jean into Marilyn Monroe, imagining they were the same. They were not.

The woman hidden beneath the glamorous facade was crying to be seen for her inner self, trapped by her own drive for success, and Hollywood’s desire to profit from it.

And I wonder, even though we’re slowly getting smarter about all of this, how much are we still buying into society’s definition of who we should be? What do you think?

“If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.” ~ Clifford Odets

Marilyn Monroe quotes:

“The true things rarely get into circulation. It’s usually the false things.”

“It was more fun dreaming about being a movie star than actually being one.”

“Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.”

“I’m for the individual as opposed to the corporation. The way it is the individual is the underdog, and with all the things a corporation has going for them the individual comes out banged on her head. The artist is nothing. It’s really tragic.”

“We should all start to live before we get too old. Fear is stupid. So are regrets.”

“All we demanded was our right to twinkle.”


Susan L Hart 2023 HartInspirations.com

Nothing Is Free

Work is just one way we find meaning in life. Perhaps some find no meaning in work at all, hence the faction of society who hope or expect things will show up for free.

This mentality, if it takes over, can lead to the downfall of a society. Everything is an exchange of energy. Someone has to do the work for things to be produced. If we all decided everything should be for free, where would society be?

I suppose with the advent of AI, we could in future all stay home and play video games all day long, and let the robots do the work. Then we’re not talking about the downfall of society, but rather a complete waste of human potential.

“I want it for free” is such a losing proposition…

Vision, aspirations, and the work required are important, most particularly to the growth of our souls. Robots will never really replace us, at least not the ones who understand this.

“Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The minute you get away from fundamentals – whether its proper technique, work ethic or mental preparation – the bottom can fall out of your game, your schoolwork, your job, whatever you’re doing.” ~ Michael Jordan

“A man is worked upon by what he works on. He may carve out his circumstances, but his circumstances will carve him out as well.” ~ Frederick Douglass

Susan L Hart 2023


Embrace Your Bigness

We live in a world where there are those who would do anything to make us believe we are small, our potential limited. Nothing could be further from the truth.

You are big.
You are part of everything.
Your potential is infinite.
Or, as Rumi so poetically put it,
“You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”

Inspirational Quotes:

“Believe in your infinite potential. Your only limitations are those you set upon yourself.” ~ Roy T. Bennett

“Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.” ~ William Faulkner

“You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.” ~ Rumi

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite.” ~ William Blake