The wishing tree revisited

The wishing tree revisitedPosted on April 3, 2014 by Morgan Mussell

I spent a lot of time this week staring at a blank screen while trying to sum up two recent posts (No discouraging words 1 and 2). The ways in which thought/stories create reality is a massive topic. Not only has it been central to eastern thought for thousands of years, but I wrote several chapters along those lines in a master’s thesis in psych. So that particular screen is going to stay blank.I did, however re-read one of my early posts where I discussed an Indian story that centers on the creative power of mind. The story itself provides a nice summary. “The Wish Fulfilling Tree” is recorded in Hindu scripture as a story Shiva told Parvati. I quoted a version written by Paramahansa Yogananda which I like for its clarity:


In their kindness toward spiritual seekers, the gods placed certain “wish fulfilling trees” in remote Himalayan regions so pilgrims could refresh themselves. Once a young man with mixed aspirations climbed to the heights in search of one of these trees. At last, out of food and seemingly out of luck, he spied a solitary tree at the center of a small valley, and hurried toward it.Under it’s branches he wished for a meal, and instantly, servants appeared and set out a feast before him. After his hunger was satisfied, he wished for wine and music, and then dancing girls, and all of his thoughts materialized. Enjoying himself immensely, he wished for a castle, with fruit trees, fountains, and soldiers to defend it.By then he was tired and sought out the lush master bedroom for a rest. As he closed his eyes, he noticed a jungle not far away and felt a prickling of danger. “There are no bars on the window to keep jungle beasts out. A tiger could easily leap into this room.” Sadly, that was the last thought he ever had.In his commentary, Yogananda said everyone spends their life beneath a wish fulfilling tree. Fortunately, ours don’t work as fast as the one in the story, but in the end, inexorably, they manifest what we hold steady in our minds. The name of this tree is imagination, and it is important to realize its power and be mindful of how we use it. it.

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Relationships: The partnership or partnerships – trying to find the road of happiness

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Thoughtful words on life and love and relationships. A blog worth checking out.



I am not a felon.

I was stunned after I’d read this post. Most of us (if you’re alive) have been falsely accused, but nothing like this.

This is one of the most powerful stories I’ve read in a long time.

They say someone is innocent until proven guilty but we all know that is rarely true. People are judged and lives are broken apart with no consequences for those who accuse (and often lie).

The bravery to share this and the bravery and character to go on proved that she is a true warrior.


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An open letter to the Targets

Powerful words from a young blogger. A must read if you are a teen or live with one. 


Dear self-conscious, maligned, beaten down, broken whoever you are,Chances are that you don’t really want to talk to me or read these words and know that I am addressing you. But I am. You can either put up with that or click that little red cross in the corner. How are you? I hope that you are good, but are you feeling well? There is a difference and I hope that you can see it.

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A WordPress blogger’s cautionary tale (or “How Sir Like-a-lot got lost in Spam-a-lot”)

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Blogs are tiny bites of wonderful things I want to share…

About West Coast Review – Sharing stuff I like and “having it all.”

I had every intention of writing more original articles on wine, travel, decorating, movies and books…but…I have don’t have the time or skills to do that as well as most bloggers.

So on this blog I SHARE blog posts that are really awesome and too good to keep to myself. It sort of goes along with the name West Coast REVIEW. I review and share.

I NEVER reblog to get more traffic. WTF? Please, I’m not a stats whore.  I don’t want to steal your followers (another WTF).  If one person sees my posts on any given day I’m happy.

If you do not want me to repost/reblog on of your posts I will respect that. Just let me know and I’ll put you on the do not reblog list. Also remove the button on your blog that allows easy reblogging.  It is no big deal and I’m glad to follow your wishes.

If I share anything it is because it is too good to keep to myself. I have very little time to relax or even think, so blogs make great reading for me. Blogs are tiny bites of wonderful viewpoints, humor, fiction, books reviews, musings and inspiring stories that I want to share.

I share blogs on Facebook, I email them to friends, I tell people I work with, and I tell my husband and friends. Blogs rock. Like I said, they’re tiny bites – like really good chocolate or a nice shot of bourbon or seeing a double rainbow.

When I reblog I try to say something about the blog. It is usually something short like “I love this blog and you should check it out.”

And if you’d like me to share anything here just let me know. I’ll post guest articles too (especially about food, wine, travel, books, gardening).

I read and write blogs to relax. It is my wind down time. It is my little bit of calm and fun.

And boy, have I found some great blogs and I will continue to share them with you.

A little about me: Like I said, I’m like a lot of you and busy. I work full time as a supervisor at a manufacturing plant (yes, there is still manufacturing in California) 16 miles from my home (lots of car time). I’m a mom…a busy mom with volunteer time, school, sports, driving everyone around, just spending time together. This year we were also visited with the big C. Cancer came into our home – to my husband. Treatment was successful and it was scary and it was stressful. He is in remission now. And while all this was going on he started his own business – he works 6.5 days a week but he is happy with it. And to top it of I’m also the child who lives closest to an elderly parent (who falls a lot) and I have become the caretaker who stops by 5 nights a week and helps with shopping and other things on weekends.

I know a lot of you are thinking, “My life is like that too.” We’re all so busy, even my single friends and those without kids in the house. We’re all busy.

I write my odd little  “parenting/tall tale” blog in the wee hours of the morning and late hours of the night. I have several novels in the works but since dealing with everyone else those have been put on hold.

I’d love to write tonight but I have to finish up a skate dress for a big competition, take out my mom’s garbage and work on a raffle I shouldn’t have volunteered to help with. And I forgot skate practice too.

I’m not complaining…it just is what it is.  I have it all. Well, except for the nanny and housekeeper and gardener – I’d love to have those people in my life right now. Maybe a cook too. And I don’t get my nails done (I wish I did).  But so far I’ve been a great success at parenting so I guess I DO have it all. Whew. Glad to get that out of the way.

Things are busy but most of it is good. We have dinner together every night. We talk. We hug. We find time to take the dog for family walks. Just like most of you, we’re doing ok.

This weekend flew by without any grocery shopping so we had nothing for breakfast in the house, so I stopped by our local little donut shop.  It is a great place, family run, where they know where all the kids who come in go to school and know what kind of coffee I like (the hazelnut). Anyway, there was a woman in there who had her hands full. A bunch of bags of goodies and two large coffees, one without a lid. When asked if she needed help out she said, “No, I’m a mom. I can do anything.”

 Say that out loud “I’m a mom, I can do anything.” Make my day. It made my day for sure.

My daughter mentioned that I could do anything except start the lawnmower (I hate my lawn and I want to kill it). But if you’re a mom you CAN do anything. I know you’ve already proved that more than once. Love you moms!

And xoxoxox to my bloggers who help me when I do need to escape or think or laugh or ponder. Good job.