Hi! My name is Carnatia. Just as my name implies, I am very fond of flowers. When I was just a little, bitty girl, my Mom would lay the song, “White Sport Coat” by Marty Robbins over and over again. That pink carnation is me! Yeah, I compliment men. To do otherwise goes against the principles of the spirit of
love itself. And when I say that I compliment, it means just that. You could define it as flattery, teasing, acting as an assistant, or just wearing the same colored outfit…I don’t care! We can only do so much for our fellow human beings. The purpose of a compliment is to both give and receive good vibes. We’re here to help one another. It’s based on the principle of ‘do unto others’. Okay, I know there are some of you who are skeptics and do not believe the feeling of love vibes are returned because sometimes vibes seem taken rather than reciprocated. But see, that’s just a lie. Whatever happens will happen. The deeds and gestures are returned in ways you can’t even see or imagine and they may not be reciprocated from the same source you gave and, as well, it may not be reciprocated in the timely manner of which you dictate should occur. It’s complicated! Love and spirit are not things you can just nail to a wall to hang up, look at, and admire. To even attempt doing so would be as nailing jello to a wall! These concepts are flowing and changing constantly. We experience beauty every day, but we fail to stop and smell the roses while they are fresh. For sure we’d like for all the best events to continue coming and the gorgeousness of it all never to die, but the truth is there’s a time limit for everything. It’s just too easy to complain and be dissatisfied with all of the so-called negativity. So the real challenge in life is to accept all changes in ways you only can imagine as well as realizing that changes you initiate through the choices you make were already in the blueprints from the day you took your first breath. Regret about any of the events that transpired throughout your life is nothing but futile, wasted time. Sure, grieve and feel sorrowful if you must, but don’t stay there being miserable. Whatever it is or was comes to pass and the more you put historic events on a pedestal, the less time you’ll have for enjoying an awesome future. Let it all go and let God be your knight in shining armor. Still, as women we must compliment men as well as women because we are all limited and never can determine how much earthly time we have left. You don’t have to be something or do something for the world’s approval or satisfaction, but to be happy, sharing is caring and giving is living! Please share in my vision and give everyone a ‘discount’ in the form of not keeping track of the kudos! Don’t just smell the roses, flower them, de-flower them, nurture them!
Mahalo! (Thank You!)
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