Dear Royal Friend ~
Does being a love magnet mean acting like a classic “TCM” femme fatale, all blonde & breathy like Marilyn Monroe, or come-hithery-slithery like Rita Hayworth? Or maybe it takes a more modern, slippery approach, like a Dita Von Teese lounging in a giant champagne glass wearing nothing but wet and wild bubbles, or otherwise “dis-dressed.” I know plenty of girls who can get into a Champagne glass.Can’t hurt. But there’s another way to be a love magnet that’s more authentic and sustainable. A little birdie told me how, as I was gazing out of the kitchen window of my voice teacher’s house and accidentally backed into a metaphor.
BIRD FEEDER THEORY OF BEING AN AUTHENTIC LOVE MAGNET
I was at the sink, taking a break from channeling Puccini’s rock’em sock’em slave girl soprano, Liu. Outside the window, I spied a family of cylindrical bird feeders swinging from the rafters. The feeders looked like speckled wind chimes, as they were completely filled up with grainy bits of sand-colored seeds. The feeders might as well have been stuffed with bird magnets, as there wasn’t an almond sliver of unoccupied surface space on them anywhere. The feeders were like hanging mosh pits of flapping wings and pecking beaks, with fifty or so formerly elegant birds pulling rank to hang upside down, right side up and sideways, trying to suck out the precious stuff inside. They were luv’in it!
From among this United Nations caucus of cackling, colorful birds, one beautiful and unusual bird flew in and especially caught my eye. She was truly stunning. She bravely flew up to one of the feeders and miraculously found her way to the middle of the column. She was plump and striking, with bold, black and white stripes streaking her back. We eyed each other; she pecked and peeked, pecked and peeked, then flew happily away.
My bird folly being finished, I turned back toward the music room, feeling grateful to my voice teacher for filling up the feeders and enabling this fascinating interlude. And then it hit me: the metaphor moment where I realized my flapping little friends taught me an art song about life I’ll never forget. The magnetizing power of filling oneself up!
It’s not hard to extrapolate to this premise: A key element of being an authentic love magnet has nothing to do with sexy tricks and traps and creating mysterious airs. It’s about being filled up, just like the bird feeders. One must first become filled up on the inside to be able to attract love. Other people are attracted to you when you fill up your insides with your special passions, your on-purpose goals, your divinely inspired talents and pathways, whether it be singing opera, clog dancing, fly fishing, painting cow statues, rodeo clowning, or tiara collecting.
Had the bird feeders been empty, the birds would never have come around in the first place; being filled up created their magnetizing, heady attraction. Had the feeders become depleted, the birds would have left, doling out sorry-ass excuses like, “I’ve been really busy lately with work, I mean worms,” or “I’m not into black and white striped ‘chics.'” Had these bird feeders been empty, I never would have met my marvelous little painted friend.
Just like the bird feeders, when we fill ourselves up inside by bringing nourishment to our souls, that is when we are most able to nourish others. That is when we are most magnetic to others. Talk about cosmic symbiosis! Feed your soul and you will feed others. Deplete yourself, and you won’t have anything to give…and you will be less attractive to others.
Holy moly! Filling yourself up and nourishing your soul is a GIFT you give to yourself AND others! Because, like the bird feeder, people will want to come and be nourished by your aura, your gifts, your lights. That thought sure put an extra spring in my step, as I walked over to my song book, and sang like a bird.
“Follow your dreams. Feed your soul. Nourish others.”
“LIVE YOUR ROYAL LIFE!™”
PRINCESS DIANE VON BRAINISFRIED
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