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Sharing the Love

Cynthia sent me some no obligation love. It seems like a nice way to step back into blogging after a little over a week of almost no writing. Besides, the rules of “accepting” the love award might just make for a good post, so here goes.

The first rule is to thank the person who gave it to you.

Thank you, Cynthia, for your words of encouragement, your interest in finding a better way, your passion for making a difference, and your willingness to share your insights.

Part Two–Ten Things I Love

1) I love the man with whom I share my four beautiful girls. I’m not even sure where to begin other than to say, I’m glad I listened to my heart instead of my head and my religion 20 years ago.

2) I love these four beautiful girls. They amaze me. Constantly. They challenge me. And I’m grateful. Through challenging me, I know they will grow up to think for themselves and live with a strong sense of self.

3) I love the serenity of nature. It doesn’t really matter if it is flat lands or mountains, deserts or beaches. Nature feeds my soul.

4) I love thunderstorms. Their powerful violence is coupled with nurturing energy. They feed plants, settle the dust, and occasionally wreak life-changing havoc. Sometimes life-changing is ultimately good.

5) I love watching my daughter ride horses. Her grace, power, and beauty is a most amazing form of art.

6) I love simple. Simple soothes my soul. Sparse, minimal, essential working together to provide ONLY that which is necessary and no more removes the clutter from my mind and my life.

7) I love green grass. There is an amazing energy that feeds me when I can walk through green grass barefooted.

8. I love late spring/early summer. The winds have gone. Gardens are kicking in. Fruit trees are beginning to share their bounty. Nature nourishes us.

9) I love cold snowy days when I can be inside by a fire. Snow + Fire + No Work = Heaven.  I love it even more when the snow goes away the next day and a warm sunshine takes over.

10) I love freedom and its necessary partner faith. Freedom of knowing that I can do whatever my heart desires requires a tremendous amount of faith that if I do what my heart desires, I and my family will have all we need. I love watching the evidence of this partnership reveal itself. It’s truly fascinating.

Part 3–Pass It On

I have the privilege now of identifying ten other bloggers to receive an “I Love Your Blog” award from me. In no particular order, they are:

My Little Life–I so enjoy reading the every day antics of others who are making it day by day with a house full of kids. The material generated in these situations is endless, and priceless.

Living the Questions–Elissa Elliott is the author of Eve: A Novel of the First Woman. We are travelers on a similar journey, and I am blessed to have her encouragement and words of wisdom to help me along the way.

Trey Morgan–This is one cool preacher dude. As preachers go, he is one of the few who “get it”, in my opinion. Some days I wonder how he keeps his job as much as he challenges the status quo of religion. Other days I think I need to corrupt him just a wee bit more, but those are few and far between. He’s definitely out to make us all think and rethink.

The Rambling Poet–Renae Cobb found me. She is another sojourner on a similar road facing the realities of her religious and societal history, her desires for her girls, and her love for her man. Traditional but not. Feminist, but faithful. Adventurer with one foot in the safe zone. She is a wonderful encouragement to me.

Farmer’s Daughter–Abbie is a Connecticut farm girl who seems like one part me and one part who I wish I was. This is one very “got-it-together” farm girl with a talent for writing and sharing her ideas about lots of things from farm life to nature conservation to living green to parenting.

Blue Jeans and Cotton Tees–Melinda is another living-the-rural-life mom with tales and adventures of normalcy around every corner. She shares cooking experiences, kid experiences, family get-togethers, and so much more.

Cleavage–Kelly Diels is raw, direct, and real. She’s not out to keep anyone particularly happy. She’s not out to avoid being offensive. She doesn’t worry about the fact that her mom might read her blog. She is real. She talks about real issues that make me think. Issues about sex, relationships, self-doubt, seeing things as they really are. Kelly rocks.

My Modern Country–Darcie is just up the road in the southeastern plains of Colorado. She’s another countrified mom with a great guy and some kids and she’s making things work. Who needs comedians when you’ve got kids, country, and a camera?

Attack of the Redneck  Mommy–I never realized rednecks could live in Canada, but apparently redneck mommies do. Tanis educates me in so many ways. She is a parent who has experienced the greatest of joys and the most tragic sadness. Her writing helps me to become more aware of my own ignorance in the area of disabled and differently abled children. She is not afraid to be different, to take a stand, and to go boldly where no one has gone before. And she’s just hard-core funny, too.

10) My last award goes to a some blogs (which means I actually picked 12–I’m such a rule-breaker) that are “big-time” and don’t really need any love from me, but I just can’t help but love them. Danielle LaPorte’s White Hot Truth, Ronna Detrick’s Renegade Conversations, and Ree Drummond’s The Pioneer Woman are incredible. They make my day in so many ways and in such different ways. Very cool stuff.

None of these bloggers are in any way obligated (guilted) into passing this along. I don’t do guilt. It’s annoying. I just found this was a great way to ease myself back into writing before tackling some of my more intense topics. It also gives me an opportunity to thank some people who bring a smile into my life.

Finally, I will attempt to let each of these beautiful people know that I love their blogs, their words, their wisdom, and I have publicly acknowledged them, no guilt attached.

Me Thinks He Doth Protesteth Too Much

Last week, I was forced privileged to witness the brutal brain exploding ugliness of another human being’s meltdown.

Did I mention it was ugly?

Through a series of events involving the decoration and fru-fru-ization of a previously plain, institutional public restroom, I saw what can only be desribed as another human being leaping off the edge of the sanity cliff, because someone decided to make our shared private, personal, potty space pretty and homey.

Frankly, I had always been fine with the institutional look. I do simple very well, and we are, after all, working in an institution. Yet I can respect the desperate need of another to make the space where we spend our most inventive and creative moments a little more aesthetically pleasing.

Evidently, not everyone is as accommodating of the needs of the decorating addicted as I am.

The conflict and drama that arose can only be describe as potty-gate. I could elaborate, but suffice to say the only appropriate response was a head-cocked-half-sideways-confused-German-shepherd look.

You know that moment when you look at a situation and you wonder if there is something more than just a disdain for decorating that triggered the nuclear explosion? Apparently that instinct was right. And apparently, I was supposed to learn something about harshly judging another person’s harsh reaction to a situation.

Because apparently Post Traumatic Stress Disorder can randomly screw you up even 30 years later by yanking back to present reality a really devastating, mind-altering experience that was thought to have been dealt with and buried long ago. Apparently, it can make you hate bathroom decorations with a vengeance.

So today, I must trade in my opinion of jerk and asshole for one of sympathy, respect, and admiration to a person who dedicated 20 years to the United States military, who saw things incomprehensible to most of us, and who just happened to have one of the horrible memories resurface by new restroom decor.

The old saying about walking a mile in another man’s moccasins seems appropriate here.

I guess you could call this my Memorial Day tribute a day late.

Shifting Energy with a Friend

Yesterday I discovered that I am not the only one moving in the direction of living my dream.  On the one hand, a comment like that almost deserves a “duh” response. On the other hand, this is someone that I know, who lives close by, and with whom I occasionally communicate: someone who has chosen to take a huge risk to do something about which he has dreamed for years. Who would guess that we would both be stepping out in faith at the same time?

I was given the opportunity to help him with his dream with a small financial donation, which would also advertise my new business. His job was to put on the sales hat and show me what my options were. This is someone with whom I have had many relaxed interactions. He’s typically a very laid back, easy-going guy in my presence. As he shared the information with me, I realized that he was noticeably uptight and not at all his usually relaxed self.

Finally I asked him, “Are you nervous?” He indicated that in fact he was more than a little bit jittery. I asked if he would be willing to let me show him some things that would help settle the nervous feeling. He agreed.

We started with some basic BrainGym movements. I gave him some water to drink, then I taught him Brain Buttons, Cross Crawls, and Hook Ups. Next I demonstrated muscle checking and had him walk forward. He muscle checked as being “switched off” when walking forward and “on” for walking backwards. That indicates energies running backwards, which isn’t the best thing for someone pursuing a dream like his.

We checked a few other things and did what was necessary to get them to shift. It was fun to watch his body relax, his posture straighten, and his true personality shine through. Even more fun was his ability to perceive what was happening within himself. The thing is, I couldn’t help myself. It’s the passion I feel about this cool stuff I know. I saw the need, he was receptive, and maybe in some small way, I have given him something that will help make his dream easier to attain. At the very least, he’s got a funny story to tell about his visit with the Wellness Lady who wouldn’t let him leave.

Who knows, maybe that experience will be something shared with others when the time is right. Maybe my helping him achieve his dream will somehow end up helping me achieve mine.

It would be just like God to pull a stunt like that.

My Wellness Garden Plans

Lately I have been looking at ways to make the wellness business work as a full time gig. It is something I  have always wanted to do, yet fear and security issues have kept me stuck in the safety of the employment of an organization. I am beginning to see through those issues and realize that I have the talents, knowledge, skills, and abilities to make my own way in this world, and do it quite nicely.

Freedom is one of the qualities I am seeking through this process–the freedom to choose when I work and for how long, the freedom to take off and go visit some place awesome, or take a class without having to ask the permission of upper management, freedom to chase my kids without a pang of guilt, and the freedom of figuring out how my income will find me.

I am trusting that the freedom I seek will also result in finding time to feed my family nutritious, healthy meals. From time to time over the years, I have been able to do this, and yet, it seems busy-ness always gets the best of those good habits. I see this transition as an opportunity to reignite that homefire.

There’s no time like the present to kick start a new habit, so I have begun to again attempt a menu and shopping list to help with the budget and the implementation of cooking from scratch with REAL food. I intend to blog on that topic as a means of accountability. I am also beginning to look at what I can raise myself, so I am setting some goals for our spring/summer/fall garden and farm this year.

I have a fairly unlimited supply of fresh free-range eggs, since we have our own chickens, so that expense is for the most part negated. We seem to consume lots of tomatoes, which could have something to do with the Italian blood that runs through my husbands side of the family. What I am reading about commercially canned tomatoes is quite disturbing, due to the effect of metal cans leaching unwanted things into the tomatoes. I guess I will be adding those to my home processing list for summer. I have never canned (or in this case “jarred”) tomatoes, but I have put up some other things over the years and I think I can get it figured out.

Other options will include fresh spinach. I’ve never really tried to grow spinach, but I am loving it for salad fixin’s and as an omelet add-in. I’ve attempted carrots a few times with minimal success, but I’m going to go at it again this year, along with beets. Maybe I’ll invest in a fancy juicer/blender thing to mush it all up together and hopefully make it taste fabulous.

I have been freezing my greenbeans the last few years, but I may go back to the canning method. The fam seems to prefer the mushy version over the almost fresh freezer style. Maybe I’ll do some of both. Black eyed peas are another good one, but picking beans and peas happens to be my LEAST favorite thing to do in the garden. It rates right up there with weeding.

Some other possibilities include potatoes, cucumbers (great for making relish with no HFCS), and of course watermelon and cantalope. There is nothing sweeter than a beyond organically-grown, left-on-the-vine-to-fully-ripen melon. My mouth waters thinking about them. Home-grown potatoes are important because of the chemicals they absorb from the soil in commercial agriculture. I discovered a couple of years ago that they aren’t that difficult to raise, and they are absolutely delicious straight from the ground to the cooking pot.

We planted several fruit trees last year, and I expect to put a few more in the ground this year. It will be a while before those help us out, and yet, I am quite excited about that possibility.

With all these plans, I will need the time flexibility of setting my own schedule. I will also need an outlet such as the local farmer’s market that is being planned. What garden crops are you planning? Do you have an interest in bringing your excess to a local farmer’s market? Share your plans with us and let’s see if we can make a difference in the health of our community.

Black and White and Absolutely ALL OVER

Most of my life things have been pretty much black or white, right or wrong, either/or. To some extent, this is still the case with me. I’m a pretty black and white sort of person. Right is right and wrong is wrong. My version of right, or at least the one I had learned somewhere along the way, was the right version. Your version was wrong if it didn’t align with my version. This worked pretty well most of the time, and probably kept me out of a lot of trouble. That doesn’t mean I always CHOSE what I knew to be right. Sometimes I chose to do what I believed to be wrong because I desired it more than I desired to do what I knew to be right. It was simply a matter of weighing the benefits against the consequences to see which one would win. Fear of consequences usually won, but not always. The times when desire overcame fear did occasionally come along, and when they did, I was usually blessed, even when some negative consequences were inflicted.

A few years ago, the lines between black or white and right or wrong began to blur as my typically left-brained analytical self began to open up and see things as part of a bigger picture. Connections and inter-relatedness began to trump details, rules, and absolutes. Many ideals that had always been accepted as just “how it is” began to lack the element of common sense. Thoughts would occur to me such as, “…if this is true, then how can this other not be true?” I had begun to see possibilities when previously only absolutes had existed. Black and white was all over.

It certainly hasn’t been an easy journey. Most people like absolutes as long as they serve their purpose. Anyone who questions those absolutes is a bit of a troublemaker. Stirring the pot is not a highly regarded gift in most social circles, especially religious ones. Since religion was where my blacks and whites had been strongest, that’s the cauldron that has been the primary target of my stirring and the source of much of my personal stress. As such, it affects my wellness and earns its place as a post on this blog.

I am certainly not the first to be gifted with the opportunity to see the world through a wider, clearer lens. Gallileo had his problems dealing with the status quo of the religious world. He landed in some serious hot water over his whole “earth isn’t the center of the universe” theory. He was almost killed for that one. The knowledgeable women of Salem, Massachusetts, discovered that their herbal and healing expertise was grounds for being subjected to the infamous witch trials, complete with false witnesses. If they died they weren’t a witch, but if they lived they were a witch and would be put to death. That one resonates with the …ahem… quite logical methods of our own FDA and a few other government agencies <stated tongue in cheek of course>.

And of course, the most famous casualty of all was Jesus Christ. What an amazing human with an amazing connection to deity. So much good stuff is contained in his story: Way more than most people who claim to be his followers will allow themselves to recognize. He, too, was eliminated by those who sought to maintain their existing traditions and protect “their people” from this supposed blasphemous man. His crime was one of showing followers what he knew to be the truth about the Divine. He taught people to live a life of love rather than one of rules, rituals, and fear. Fortunately for us, he had the power to take up his life again once he had allowed himself to be killed.

How many times do we lock ourselves into a world of absolutes – black or white, right or wrong – because of the teachings and traditions we have been taught in fear? If instead, we would look at the bigger picture and see the abundance of mysterious and amazing evidence in world around us, much of our stress would fall away. Life would be filled with so much more love and so much less fear. My challenge to you is to release your fear and embrace that which offers love. In each situation, ask, “Is my reaction to this coming from a belief rooted in love or a belief rooted in fear?” Let’s loosen the grip on black and white and see things through the eyes of possibility. As we do, we invite more wellness into our lives in the form of love.

A Yoga Sanctuary

As a mom to four beautiful girls, a tv-loving husband, two dogs, any number of cats, a few rabbits, my chicken-ladies, and a couple of horses, finding space for quiet solitude can be quite daunting. It used to be that I had the early morning hours to myself until the last minute hustle and bustle of getting ready for school kicked into high gear. Now with teenagers rising early to make the most of their youthful beauty, it seems the quiet time of peace has given way to the sound of showers, blow dryers, makeup clackity clack, and discussions along the lines of, “Where is my shirt? You borrowed it last. I was gonna wear that.” And so yeah…you get the picture. Peaceful solitude eludes me for the most part.

Fortunately, I have discovered that my new massage therapy business allows me the opportunity to experience that much needed peaceful solitude in the beautiful space that is my wellness center. Some have suggested that massage therapy is a physically demanding occupation requiring difficult strenuous labor. Instead, I am finding that it is a relaxing, peaceful space in which both giver and receiver are rewarded with calm serenity. It is proving to be my sactuary of sorts.

I am realistic enough to know that giving enough massages to maintain our current standard of living is probably not a good idea. It is somewhat taxing on the body, and there is always a certain amount of giving of oneself to the client. I want to be able to give my best to every client, and not just give what’s left over at the end of a long day. There are certain things I do, such as Energy Medicine routines, to help keep me at my best. However, my desire is to do more to benefit myself while also meeting the needs of my clients. I recognized this need in college when I decided to pursue a career in physical education and fitness. I knew that I would live my best life if I worked in a fitness related career field.

The vision and desire that has evolved from having recognized these priorities is to create a nature-centered space in which to practice and teach yoga. Of course, I know very little about yoga at this point, but I know enough to know I need it, I need what it represents, and my body will love and appreciate it very much. Input from others has indicated they would also appreciate having a space and the guidance to learn and practice yoga. I know from attending a yoga retreat last year that yoga in nature is food for the soul. Unfortunately, our West Texas “nature” is one of frequent winds, blowing dust, extreme heat and cold, and more variety than Baskin Robbins 31 Flavors. It isn’t exactly conducive to creating an outdoor yoga sanctuary.

Yet as always, once the intention is stated, the means begins to evolve. A couple of years ago, I began to study yurts as a possible structure for my wellness center. Their design has a spiritual and integrative quality that makes them ideal for a creative healing space. I released that idea once we decided to use the little two bedroom rent house for my wellness center. Ironically, the yurt idea did not release me.

Earlier this year, I publicly stated my intention to pursue yoga and an instructor certification. The question of where I would practice has been recurring in my mind ever since. Knowing how much I desire to experience yoga in nature, and knowing how much variety our weather gives us in this part of the country, I began to consider the idea of constructing a greenhouse for a yoga space. Shortly after, the yurt idea returned. Why couldn’t I use the structure of a yurt and the coverings of a greenhouse to create an almost perfect space to experience yoga in nature? Apparently I can. I contacted Spirit Mountain Yurts and presented them with my idea. They loved it and so the stage is set to create a beautiful plant filled space warmed by the sun, sheltered from wind and rain, carpeted with green grass and herbs in which to share the spiritual experience and wellness of yoga with friends and neighbors. It will be a yoga sanctuary.

Of course a few details remain. I intend to begin my yoga training this week, assuming our weather cooperates. I am most grateful for your prayers for safe travel as this will require a weekly trip to Amarillo. It will take approximately a year of training before I am eligible to pursue instructor certification. During that time, I would ask that you send your thoughts, prayers, and positive intentions toward this dream. I trust that you will help me make it a reality by seeing it in your mind’s eye as though it is already complete. I have no idea how it will be funded, yet I trust the way will become clear at some point.

Meanwhile, enjoy some images of yurts that were sent my way by Spirit Mountain Yurts in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and let me know what you think of my vision.

Invisible Bridges–Risk vs. Opportunity

I read a fantastic blog post earlier today by someone who has captured my attention as of late. Ronna Detrick of Renegade Conversations seems to be feeding my soul with her words. She is gifted at seeing religion through different eyes—of taking the stories of women in the Bible and opening our eyes to the intensity, the risk, and the realities of what these women represent. Today she shared the story of Abigail from the Old Testament book of 1 Samuel. Abigail took a huge risk and serves as an example to the rest of us risk-taking wannabes.

The post got me to thinking about what potential risks I have suppressed in the name of keeping things safe and familiar. It also brings to mind the risks I have taken and am currently living through that frequently throw me into a feeling of panic and fear. I tend to see risk as an invisible bridge that connects that which we perceive to be safe with that which we perceive to be foolish or unattainable.  Just like Indiana Jones, setting foot on a bridge that appears to be nothing more than a free fall into the abyss below requires a heckuva lot of moxy. Too often, my moxy tank is about a quart low.

It seems I have a skeleton closet full of risks that have thus far been locked away for safe keeping. Hmm…safe keeping? Maybe that should say “…locked away for eternal imprisonment” or “…locked away to avoid the possibility of failure” or “…locked away to avoid offending someone” or even “…locked away because there’s no retirement or insurance benefits”.  Any way I look at it, there are things that I would love to say, be, and do that have been locked away to avoid the risks that are inherent in pursuing them. If I leave them in that closet, they will wither and die until there is nothing left of those dreams and desires except the skeleton. If I unlock the door and take those risks out into the sunlight, they might just take root and grow into something that feeds, clothes, and shelters me and my family for generations to come.

Of course, the greatest problem with risk is the fear of taking that first step onto the bridge. The screams of horror from onlookers who don’t know about the bridge can be overwhelming. After all, maybe the bridge DOESN’T actually exist and I’m totally insane. Maybe they are right and it would be better to die on the safe side than risk losing everything to live an adventure. Maybe I’m not supposed to walk a bridge to the other side. Maybe I am supposed to dive off the ledge of safety into a whole new world that the panicked on-lookers don’t even know exists. Maybe, just maybe, my Pandora lies at the bottom of the abyss.

One step, one leap, don’t look down, don’t look back. Breathe.

Lessons

This week has been exciting and inspiring to say the least. I had the privilege of traveling to a beautiful desert resort to learn more about energy medicine from one of the pioneers in the field, Donna Eden. She is a lovely, lively woman who wears flow-y clothing and comes packaged with a male resembling a cross between Pierce Brosnan and Texas Governor Rick Perry.

I went as I usually do to these things seeking. I’m not sure what it is I am seeking, but I always secretly hope to be the person called up on stage who levitates or has an out of body experience or something….and as usual, that didn’t happen. Instead, from the guru, I received tidbits of enlightenment–nuggets of wisdom that let me know I’m still interested in this direction of travel.

My previous encounters with energy medicine had left me with a touch of envy for the gift that some seemed to have. They seemed to see energy, feel energy, experience a knowing about energy that I did not seem to possess. Their practice of the technique seemed so much easier because of their gifts. I felt like the learning disabled in a G/T classroom, as though I had nothing in my toolkit.

The first day of classes, I approached the registration table and discovered a woman I recognized from the class in Austin. She is a teaching assistant who has been practicing energy medicine for some time. She greeted me with open arms and I immediately relaxed. The irony of this encounter is she is the one TA from the previous class by whom I had been so intimidated and uncomfortable (my perceptions, not her actions). Lesson #1—My first impressions aren’t always right. We had so much fun and she allowed me to spend lots of time with her both during the day and in the evenings. That was a gift that blessed me in so many ways as her circle of friends includes quite a group of really cool and intriguing people.

By the end of the first 24 hours, I had learned another lesson. Lesson #2—I do read the energies of other people. I found myself highly irritated any time I had to be around a negative person. It didn’t matter how bubbly and fun they were capable of being, I was annoyed. With this lesson, I learned how to tactfully give myself some space.

My divinely appointed roommate noticed me giving someone a head and neck massage and suggested that I really got “in the zone” when I was working on her. Since I’m thinking that is a good thing, Lesson #3—I am focused on my client when I work.

The next lesson came when I watched the headache person mentioned above suffer through two days of migraines while supposedly on vacation because she is so sensitive to all the crazy, mixed up, out of whack energies that come to these events hoping, as I do, for some type of profound healing experience. She described it like this, “You know that movie ‘The Sixth Sense’ where the little kid says I see dead people? Well, I feel people.” Along with that, we learned that our guru is so connected with the energies of her daughters and others that she experienced morning sickness for one and the near death trauma of the other within the same time frame. It put her health in serious jeopardy. Lesson #4—I am grateful that I am not highly sensitive to the energies of others. I no longer desire to have that level of connectedness. Muscle checking and basic intuition will be sufficient, thank you.

The guru did bless me with a gift and a lesson. I’m not one to chase autographs. I figure they’ve got enough people sucking life out of them and taking away from their free time that I don’t need to add to it. I did finally cave once I learned that she would look at my aura and tell me my life color(s). That was a piece I really wanted, and I figured if I just made it quick and didn’t ask any questions, it wouldn’t be too much of a burden. Besides, one of her body guards (Pirate Frank as he was affectionately known) had suggested she actually loves book signings. So day 3 found me standing in front of the guru watching as she signed my book in blue and “pinky rose”. After being asked, I told her that I had just finished massage therapy school and was looking to move out of my technology work. She quickly said, “Oh, you don’t need to be in technology.” Incidentally blue is the life color of healers and pinky rose has something to do with unconditional love. Life colors rarely if ever change. Lesson #5—I was born to help people heal and everything up to now has been preparation to get me ready to do so.

The end of Day 3 found about 5 of us at a restaurant eating supper. I was blessed to be in the presence of some fabulous people, one of whom I had only encountered that day. Kelly was a beautiful 49 year old woman that looked so amazing everyone thought she had to be 20 years younger. She made us laugh so hard that strawberry margarita almost shot out my nose. (Don’t worry, Mom, it was virgin.) Lesson #6—Everyone needs to laugh that hard at least once a day. I’m thinking of asking her to move in with us. I joked that I’d share my hubby with another woman if she had the ability to help me feel as wonderful as this woman did. She is awesome.

As Day 4 came to a close and everyone was leaving, Kelly and I were about the only ones staying an additional night. We went to supper together and had an awesome visit. I had asked God to give me some sort of sign as to my direction while on this trip. I didn’t realize he would wait until the last 24 hours and then blast me with every possible sign imaginable, yet that’s exactly what happened. My visit with Kelly wrapped both of us in the realization that we are a part of something incredibly awesome, fabulous, and bigger than life. As I told her my story, she both encouraged and scolded me. She encouraged me to share my story. I really didn’t think anyone would be all that interested. She said, “This is the stuff movies are made of.” She scolded me for not already seeing what was so plain to her. I am a writer, and so I should write. I am a teacher, and so I should teach. I am a healer, and so I should heal. After all, my parents named me Angela Dawn – angel of the morning – God’s messenger. We talked for many hours and the coincidences that surfaced simply could no longer be labeled coincidence. We agreed that somehow our meeting was divinely appointed and that we were meant to encounter each other for this moment and moments to come. Lesson #7—I am meant to heal through words and touch. It is my destiny, and it is time for me to get down to business. I must make space in my life to do this.

We said goodnight and farewell and I went back to my room. I logged onto Facebook and found a post by a college friend with whom I had recently reacquainted. When visiting, I had suggested she might want to research indigo and crystal children as her description of her beautiful son suggested he aligned with some of the qualities of those children. She had written a loving tribute to him and penned the words to a song about her indigo child. Lesson #8—My words are already helping people heal. There is no telling how many lives will be touched by her song, and in a roundabout way, by my nudge.

By 6:30 AM I was on a plane to Denver to see my vision therapist. He is an optometrist who works energetically through muscle checking to help people overcome that which holds them back from being their best. His work opens up the visual field using colored lights. He has other energetic work as well, which we may investigate next summer. While there, he told me about a family in Missouri who had reached the end of their rope with a child. In a desperate search, they found his website, and then my blog post that mentioned our results with his work. Long story short, they took a chance and it paid off in a life-changing way. Lesson #9—Sometimes I may not even know who my words help to heal.

Shortly after noon, I met another college friend whom I also had not seen in the 20 years since graduation. What a beautiful woman she is! As we began to visit and catch up, I saw a door open just slightly that allowed me to share with her a piece of my story. At one point, I felt compelled to ask her if she sees colors around people. She seemed shocked that I had asked that but quickly said, “Yes! Yes I do!”. I talked with her some more and shared the things I had seen and experienced earlier in the week. She was fascinated and excited to say the least. Overwhelmed is a descriptor that has surfaced many times this week for both of us. I wanted to ask her what she saw when she looked at me, but I refrained.

Later that evening after we had parted ways, she re-opened that door of opportunity as she texted me to make sure my trip had been a safe one. I then asked her what she saw when she looked at me. She indicated she hadn’t noticed when I was in her presence, but in looking back, she saw a blue color surrounding me and it was very strong. I had deliberately not told her my life colors when we visited because I knew this moment would come and it would be important for her to have the same validation I had been seeking. Since that time, she has messaged me that she continues to discover and experience incredible things. Lesson #10—The Divine will bring teacher into the student’s presence at a precise moment in time when the student is ready, and the teacher may learn as much from the student as the student learns from the teacher.

The Bonus Lesson

As I look around at my world and see so many people searching for a spiritual experience that goes beyond what religion has given them, I realize that many of us are being drawn together for a common purpose. The circumstances and time into which we were born and raised are important factors in our mission. Without the experiences, gifts, and even baggage our family, friends, and others who cross our path have given us, we could not accomplish that which is about to be undertaken.

Jesus Christ came 2000 years ago, gathered his team, and delivered his message of the extraordinary powers of healing we possess—life saving healing. For some reason, God has once again chosen to remind his creations, the extensions of his soul that they are in fact a part of him and are tapped into his power stream. It didn’t go away after the first century as some would have us to believe. It simply went dormant from lack of faith and use. Lesson #11—We chose this time, this place, these circumstances, our parents, and our friends because without them, we would not be properly equipped for the mission. We are here to remind humanity of who they are. Will humanity accept it this time or will they once again kill the messenger and the message?

Stay tuned…..

 

 

 

Danielle's Inspiration

My blogging desire has been on vacation lately with the gorgeous weather we’ve seen here in the Texas Panhandle. I think sometimes I am drawn to take a back seat in order to let someone else have my spotlight for a bit.

The spotlight for today goes to Danielle LaPorte of White Hot Truth. Her article has a very powerful message about allowing ourselves to be affected by the tragedy others experience and share with us.  http://whitehottruth.com/inspiration-spirituality-articles/inspired/

Comments? Experiences to share?

Composting Life's Crap

Seems like the past week has been full of drama, hurt feelings, emotional upheaval, hypersensitivity, and at least a dozen other piles of crap which I have found myself stepping in, shoveling, or personally dropping in some way. I feel I am giving way too much brain energy toward cleaning up messes and not enough toward appreciating crap for its composting qualities. After all, mountains of crap make for really awesome gardens when properly composted.
 
So before I waste another moment of my precious energy stores managing the feedlot waste that is part of day to day life in the middle class, let me do some composting. In other words, here are the gifts I am choosing to find in the piles that have accumulated recently.
 
I am grateful for people who look inward when criticism comes rather than automatically looking for someone to blame. There are some people who consistently examine themselves and their own situation to see if just maybe some area of their lives needs a little housecleaning. They aren’t martyrs, and if something isn’t their issue, they lay aside the criticism and move on. Yet they do at least take stock of the situation and refuse to assign blame elsewhere. They ooze respect for others and are sensitive to the feelings of others. Very cool people.
 
I am grateful for opportunities to see true colors in others before I get myself in a mess too deep to crawl out of. Bite me on the butt once? Possibly my fault for provoking an attack. Bite me on the butt twice or even three times? I have the right to surround you and yours with a virtual restraining wall that will prevent me from putting myself out there for you ever again without having on my fireproof gear. I will love you from a distance, but I probably won’t put myself on the line for you and yours. Very valuable gift.
 
I am grateful that I am an idealist who sees possibilities rather than obstacles most of the time. I say most of the time because I must refer back to the occasional walls that have been built to protect and defend. Idealism can be painful at times, because those who cross my path who are either psychotically pragmatic or obsessively pessimistic tend to hail on my idealistic view of the world. Still, I like the innocense and innovativeness that comes from being an idealist.
 
I am grateful for kids and family who choose to see the world as a positive place full of opportunity rather than a dangerous place where people are out to get them. Fear and paranoia are a prison that severely limits a person’s opportunities. The ability to turn “getting picked on” into “good publicity” takes superhuman strength and a tremendous amount of endurance and stamina. Y’all are my role models and heroes.
 
I am grateful for people outside of my family who care about my kids. They are there for us in so many ways. They give my kids rides, encourage them, chastise them when necessary, feed them on occasion, have fun with them, but mostly they are a positive adult influence who will talk straight to my kids and to whom my kids will listen. I am grateful that I recognize their value to me and my family. You are 100% awesome.
 
There. It still looks and smells a bit like poo, but at least now it can begin the process of turning into something useful. The smell will fade, the burning hot reaction will begin to cool, and fertile soil will be left to produce beauty and nourishment. You’ve just gotta love composting.
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