Modern Cars Suck... The Only Hope is to Buy Used Cars... I Loved my Ford Windstar Van that had been used by the County for 10 Years... and then Sold at Auction... Jiffy Lube Knew My Van!

We Had Great cars, hair, music meme - gvan42

It's always been a mystery to me why Modern Cars Suck... The car companies have the Drawings for Making Great Cars, they just need to hire people to make 'em... I believe there is a Market for... a Corvette, a Mustang, a 1957 Chevy Bel Air and A Volkswagon Beetle! You Can't Buy a New Beetle!

Little White Truck with My Heart Painting
on the Hood...

I bought Three Vehicles At:

https://www.eurekaautowholesale.com/

Bob Said: My favorite car - I purchased it in 1968 after return from Vietnam.

I inherited a Dodge Dart from my Mom... Drove it for Years... sold it so We Could get a car with power steering... I Bet that Dodge Dart is Still Running!

Mom's Car in front of a Pile of Logs - Eureka, CA

My Ford Windstar Van at Mount Shasta, CA

My Ford Windstar Van at the Heber City Hospital in Utah after the Rainbow Gathering

and then Sonya Sophia Posted:

This is why we tap:

"If you inherently long for something, become it first. If you want gardens, become the gardener. If you want love, embody love. if you want mental stimulation, change the conversation. If you want peace, exude calmness. if you want to fill your world with artists, begin to paint. If you want to be valued, respect your own time. If you want to live ecstatically, find the ecstasy within yourself. This is how to draw it in, day by day, inch by inch."
— Victoria Erickson 

You may ask how do I do it? That's not so simple, it may be easy to say, but I don't know how to make it! Those words may even sound empty or frustrating If you don't have the tool to implement REAL change in your life. Because this is what interests us - the REAL POWER to manifest what YOU WANT.  @WorldTappingCircle is THIS TOOL. Thousands of people tapped with Sonya Sophia and are thrilled to experience this power:

"The weekly Circle grants me the ability to address issues, and change them rapidly. I'm now capable of a deep connection with myself that I could only have dreamed of!" 

– Micha, California.

@UnleashMovement @HumanBeLight

https://www.facebook.com/TheSophiaSchoolOfLivingArts

and then on FaceBorg I Read:

https://johnpavlovitz.com/2015/11/24/the-place-called-enough/

There’s a place I like to visit from time to time: a place called Enough.
It is that place where my endlessly racing heart finally slows, where the ever-clenched muscles in my jaw release, where my labored breathing stretches from short, shallow sips into slow, savoring swells. There, my chest expands and contracts fully without interruption and my mind no longer chases what was or might be or should be, but pauses to quietly rest in what is.
There in Enough, all of the hot, crackling noise within my head ceases; the constant comparisons that tell me that I am not measuring up, the never-ending criticisms that forever state their disapproval, the taunting whispers reminding me of both what I have failed to grasp and what I am most surely bound to lose.
When I am firmly planted in this place there is no frantic striving, no jockeying for position, no desperate running-after, nothing more to do or prove or earn or achieve or make. There is only the wide, soft expanse of gratitude upon which I can rest all of myself.
I so love this place, though I always feel like a temporary guest here, only stopping for the briefest of seconds before care and expectation and worry all conspire to rip me out and pull me back to a familiar place of failing and lack and less-than. No sooner do I find a momentary clearing and my thoughts are once again cluttered with swirling lists of works unfinished, of needs unfulfilled, of looming battles needing to be waged—and I begin to run again after that which is forever just beyond the reach of my outstretched fingertips.
And though this self-induced struggling is all rightly exhausting, I fear that I have developed an insatiable addiction to more, to better, to greater. It causes me to breathlessly pursue a high that never satisfies but only promises that it soon will; just one more win, just five more pounds, just a few more bucks in the bank, just another hundred follows. Then, I’ll get to Enough for good—instead of this not good enough.
I’m tired of just passing through gratitude and holidaying in contentment.

I want to linger here.
I want to live in this place.
I dream of the time when I will make my home here, when I will for more than a day or a season, find thanksgiving my soul’s default setting—when I will dwell upon the sufficiency and beauty and goodness of the present without it needing alteration or upgrade.
I look to the day when what I see in my home and my bank account and my work and the mirror are no longer reminders of what is yet to be gained or done or fixed, but clear confirmation of what is already mine—and that this news yields only a full, satiating joy.
Maybe today will be the day when I permanently retire from the striving, when I forever abandon the noisy melodrama; the day when I finally stop running and can lay my head back upon this singular moment and need nothing else to complete it.
I hope this for me.
I hope it for you.
May we believe presently that we have enough, that we do enough, that we are enough.
May you and I learn to live in thanksgiving, to take up residence in contentment, to make our homes in gratitude.