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Vision 2010: Intentions for a New Year

I recently saw a post that suggested the use of intentions for the new year rather than resolutions or goals for the new year. I like that. I tend to believe intentions are a very powerful force. They are not some lofty pie in the sky wish list, but rather something truly…well…intended.

Danielle LaPorte’s blog is one of my favorite motivational resources, so I was intrigued when her intentions list was actually a Stop Doing list. Most of us think about things we should or need to start doing, but how many of us think about the balancing effect of stopping something? And as she pointed out, it isn’t about stopping things like “neglecting yourself” or some other goofy feel good crap. This is serious stuff. Everything needs balance, and if you are adding something to your to do list, you must also remove something from it or feel the wrathful stress of overload.

This got me thinking about my vision for 2010. Just saying the year has such a cool sound to it. I can remember when 2010 was the target date for a 15 year long range technology plan for schools. And now…..it’s here. 2010.

The year that is wrapping up was a pretty good one. I finished massage therapy school, which gives me new options and some movement towards achieving a long held desire to work in the wellness industry. We sent a kid off to face the world on her own. We tackled a renovation project that is my wellness center. I charged up a truckload of money going to some energy medicine workshops in Austin and Phoenix….and I stayed another year in the safety and security of a “guaranteed” paycheck with benefits, even though my passion has long since vacated the premises. That about sums up 2009.

So what exactly is my vision of 2010? Danielle suggested a three-question test that originated with Darwin Smith, CEO of Kimberly-Clark.
1)What are you deeply passionate about?
2)What are you genetically encoded for—what activities do you just feel “made to do”?
3)What makes economic sense—what can you make a living at?

It has taken me 41 years of life to feel as though maybe I have some idea about #1 and #2. I guess a person needs that many life experiences to know what they don’t want so as to figure out what they do want from life. Ironically, I am circling back into the vicinity of my college aspirations. I have done many things since college that were part of my dreams and aspirations. I wanted to be married and have a family. I wanted to have a nice house and nice things. I wanted the mini-van and the suburban to haul my growing family. I wanted sane working hours and a husband whose hours matched mine. I have done and continue to have all of those things with abundant love….well…most days.

I have also done some things that are not quite as fulfilling in order to have that which I really did want. I intended all of these things at a higher level than I intended my post college career aspirations, so I settled on a career that I thought best accommodated what I wanted most. For the most part it has worked well enough. Yet there has been this nagging, a yearning, to navigate back in the direction of my original passions. For the first time, I can see the possibilities of making it happen.

So here goes: In 2010, I will

  1. Build my wellness center business to a level that replaces my current income
  2. Complete the renovations on the wellness center
  3. Carve out space for writing projects
  4. Teach a couple of Brain Gym classes.
  5. Study and become highly proficient at the things in which I have already received training
  6. Spend time daily in some form of exercise, as in take care of ME
  7. Find ways to feed me and my family healthy and delicious foods
  8. Pursue a yoga instructor certification
  9. Pursue a personal trainer certification
  10. Travel some place really cool with my sweet husband
  11. Knock the debt load back by a huge chunk
  12. Knock the “butt/thigh” load back by a huge chunk (see #6 & 7)

In 2010, I will

  1. Stop working 8 hours a day in a windowless concrete cell surrounded by a massive electromagnetic field
  2. Stop sitting on my derriere 8 hours a day.
  3. Stop feeling resentment about events in my past that have proven to be blessings
  4. Stop feeling guilty just because others feel guilty (see #3)
  5. Stop trying to teach people who do not wish to learn
  6. Stop attending over-priced workshops that don’t lead to an accredited certification of some type (unless I really really want the info).
  7. Stop doing my own accounting. I suck at it and I hate it.
  8. Stop trying to market my talents all by myself. See #7. I do and teach what I know. Getting other people to buy in to my gigs are a pain in the tush.
  9. Stop eating crap that tastes good for a second, then leaves me feeling like the stuff that comes out at the end.
  10. Stop piling all of the construction projects on my sweet hubby. I intend to have sufficient profits to hire out the window replacement and maybe even the exterior paint job.
  11. Stop spending all my egg profits on Sonic Happy Hour.

The items on this second list only serve to make me a cranky chunky witchy kind of person. They leave me feeling less than my best and therefore, they must go. I’m thinking 2010 is going to be an amazingly powerful year for this goddess.

How about you? Do you have any STOP signs in your 2010 Vision?

Good Vibrations

Today is a terrific day. I’m not sure what has made it so, but everything about today feels good. It started last night actually. I had a massage client who took a chance on me. She had no idea what kind of work I could do for her, but she took a $50 chance. I delivered, and she really fed my ego.  It made for a really great evening.

Then this morning, I was on Facebook and she messaged me. Again, she complimented me and bragged about how good her session was and how she slept all night for the first time in months. That’s a pretty cool way to start the morning. Hubby was awake earlier than usual, and of course he always makes me feel like a million dollars. God I am so freaking blessed. Everything about this morning felt right, and I felt it deep inside. It was almost a quivering…a shiver of energy that repeatedly zings through my system….the Universe giving me a wonderful pep talk…a good vibration, if you will.

That’s it. Good Vibrations. It hit me that I desperately wanted some Beach Boys this morning. What is it about hippie looking bearded guys from the 70’s singing happy harmony songs that has the power to seal the deal on a terrific morning? It’s the Good Vibrations, and that’s what I was listening to.

The thing about good vibrations is they don’t stay contained very well. When a person is feeling good vibrations, that feeling overflows onto everything and to everyone. When a person is feeling down, the best medicine is to find some good vibrations. Former Dallas Cowboy Drew Pearson was in town earlier this week, and he brought some really good vibrations. He carries an energy and a presence of happiness, thankfulness, and personal best everywhere he goes. He delivers good vibrations. His message was “…to be successful, surround yourself with good people” or in other words, surround yourself with good vibrations.

Sometimes we get into a funk in which we “waller” in self pity hoping for someone else to change so that we can once again feel some good vibrations. The problem is we can’t wait for someone else to deliver those good vibrations. We must be the generator of good vibrations. How do we do that? I mean, if you are down, you are down, right? You can’t just shift on a whim can you?

Yes, you can. Everything in life is a choice. Being pissed off at the world (or anyone in it) is a choice. Being happy and generating those good vibrations is a choice. I choose to surround myself with people around whom I feel AMAZING and for whom I choose to give good vibrations. I think that’s why I like hanging around my sweet hunky baby. He chooses to radiate those good vibrations and it affects everyone around him. I love Facebook comments that are positive. I use those to generate good vibrations by reading and re-reading them. Great music, like some good ol’ Beach Boys generates my good vibrations. Being kind to someone generates good vibrations. Even a smile can rock someone’s world for the better.

Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations   A happenin’ with her
Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations   A happenin’ with her
Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations   A happenin’ Ahhhhhhhh
Good good good good vibrations….

Restoration

Dictionary.com defines restoration as the act of restoring; renewal, revival, or reestablishment; a return of something to a former, original, normal, or unimpaired condition; a putting back into a former position, dignity, etc.

I for one could use a little restoration. My body doesn’t look or act like it did when I was 20. It has been somewhat neglected over the years. I plead a lack of time, and I confess to a lack of self-discipline. No time to shop for and prepare really nourishing food, no time or self-discipline to exercise properly, no time or self-discipline for meditation, and on and on. I also blame addictions. I am addicted to sugar at this point in my life. For that matter, I think I’ve been addicted to sugar my ENTIRE life. If I were a car, I would have died on the side of the road a long time ago. Sugar in the fuel tank isn’t a good thing.

A little over a year ago, I began a journey toward my own personal restoration. I had (and still have) a great job with good pay and good benefits, yet I felt as though I was burned out. I wasn’t using my talents the way I once did. The feeling of value and fulfillment just wasn’t happening. Since I thrive on being helpful and valued, this further contributed to the deterioration of my well-being. And so, on a whim, I started massage therapy school. While the nutritional side of things continued its downhill spiral, the feeling that I had something of value to offer others, something they needed desperately from me, blossomed. I began to feel alive again.

Along the way, we had an opportunity to purchase a 75 year old two bedroom cottage on an acre of land adjacent to our little farm. The little house faithfully provided shelter for its residents for those many years. Unfortunately, it was well beyond time for some much needed TLC. The little house was on life support for all practical purposes. My sweet husband and I looked at it with the eyes of pathetic idealists and began dreaming of its restoration. We talked about things we would do when we had the opportunity. Last May I recognized that opportunity. This little house would be my wellness center…my little massage studio. And so the restoration process began.

An old garage was disassembled and parts given new purpose elsewhere on our property. Some dead trees were amputated. The front yard was hardly a yard, and so it got a major facelift complete with new grass, bushes, and and herbal flower mix. By summer’s end, the yard was beautiful.

Our renters moved out by labor day and the labor really began. We decided that one of the bedrooms could be salvaged and restored quickly for use as my initial massage treatment room. However, the bathroom area, kitchen, and the other bedroom would have to be gutted. Money (or should I say credit cards) had to be stretched, and the proceeds from my massage services would be reinvested into the project as much as possible.

Restoring just one room and a half bath has proven both expensive and exhausting, yet it has been worth it. My husband and I have done all of the work ourselves. The massage therapy room is beautiful. Its decorations and energy are so relaxing and life supporting. The hardwood floors with their nicks and dings and squeaks are a lasting testimony to the family legacy and the memories contained in the old house. The rest of the house is patiently waiting its transformation to full restoration.

As I think about the the work that has gone into restoring my little wellness center, as well as the mountain of work that remains, it reminds me of how often we let our bodies ever so gradually slide into a state of deterioration. One day we wake up and realize that things aren’t working as well as they used to work. Body parts creak and crackle and ache. The core foundation (our gut) has sprawled and weakened. Our muscles have seized in places causing constant pain. Energy doesn’t flow like it once did, and we begin to watch life from the sidelines instead of participating fully. We then wait for the day when our bodies cease to be useful and we sit helpless as the proverbial wrecking ball moves closer into our space. Not a pretty picture, is it?

Yet just as my little wellness house has begun to experienced “ restoring; renewal, revival, or reestablishment; a return of something to a former, original, normal, or unimpaired condition; a putting back into a former position, dignity…”, so too can our bodies experience the same restoration. Our bodies have an amazing capacity to heal themselves with proper support. It is possible to clean out the engine and the fuel tank and replace the fuel with that which is designed to help us run leaner, cleaner, and better. Electrical systems can be re-established and damaged energy highways cleared of congestion. Muscles can be softened, gently stretched, and made strong again. Just as a 75 year old house can be given new life, so too can a worn out body be improved.

Restoration isn’t about going back in time. It’s about breathing in new life. Restoration doesn’t come cheap or easy. It requires tremendous effort and commitment. It’s certainly less time consuming and more economical to keep a structure in top shape than it is to go the restoration route. Yet restoration is possible, and through commitment to restoration, amazing things can happen.

The holidays are upon us and as usually happens this time of year, self-evaluation is in the air. It is a great opportunity to take a look at ourselves and make a decision….a commitment….to restoration. Something may have to shift a bit to make room for restoration. It may mean trading some TV time for workout time. It may mean giving up a daily soft drink to pay for a much needed massage. It may mean leaving work at closing time instead of taking it home or extending work hours beyond what is required. It could even mean a radical change in lifestyle to support new goals and desires. Dream big. Be an idealist. We’ve got an amazing “house” that’s asking for some restoration.

If your body and mind restoration plans include relaxation and improving the way your body works, I trust that you will take a look at the Superior Performance difference. Stop by the Superior Performance Wellness Center and see its potential. If you like what you see, as I believe you will, I encourage you to join me and my little wellness house on the path to restoration.

May this holiday season bring you much joy and a renewed commitment to care for yourself as much as you care for others.

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…..

 

 

 

Concussion

Monday evening was the monthly horse club meeting at the rodeo arena. We’ve started riding at the meetings instead of having “just a meeting”. We decided to take both of our horses out to the arena since leaving Buddy at home results in a trench being worn all along the fence. He gets really cranky when he is left behind.

Once my daughter had her horse saddled and had started riding, I told my big brother that I wanted to ride the other horse bareback. On goes the bridle, up goes me (no easy feat), and into the arena we go. Buddy is an old horse, in his 20’s. He occasionally let’s me know that he is less than pleased that I have chosen to ride him, but nothing too violent.

We made 3 or 4 circles around the perimeter of the arena at a nice slow walk. On the fourth trip around, something happened. I guess he spooked at the late evening shadows and the next thing I knew, I was going down. I landed in plowed dirt (definitely not a soft substance if that’s what you were thinking), smacking my left glute and bouncing my head off the ground in the process. I rolled over rather slowly, took a second to collect my wits, and then proceeded to drag myself upright and walk to the center of the arena where Buddy and other adults were waiting for me. Knowing “the law” that says you must get back on a horse when you are thrown, I prepared myself for the ascent. However, a feeling of blackness began to envelope my vision and I leaned against Buddy’s shoulder to rest for a moment.

My next realization was of me sitting in the dirt and people around me asking the how many fingers and what’s today’s date questions. Yep, for the first time in my life, I involuntarily checked out. As concussions go, mine was probably very mild with no headache or nausea, and yet my brain was shaken enough to need a moment to shut down and reboot.

I went to see my amazing chiropractic neurologist Tuesday morning after a very sore and tender night sleeping in a chair in the living room. Our bed is in the basement, and there was NO WAY I was going to attempt descending and ascending those stairs. He did wonders for me resulting in at least a 50% improvement in the way my body was feeling 36 hours post accident. He even did some neuro stuff to help my head fog to clear and restore my ease of eye movement.

In spite of the chiropractic success, I couldn’t shake something my daughter’s vision specialist had once said to me. I sent him an email telling him what had happened and asking him his thoughts. He replied, “OK, well, I know you know that I want to see you YESTERDAY. The earlier we intervene, the quicker we can halt the cascade of excitotoxins that mediate the post-concussion symptoms and syndrome. For example, six months or two years from now, you could go through a deep depression and have no inkling it was caused by this concussion.”

“From what you’ve said, there’s no question that you’ve been injured (for example, many of the people I treat never blacked out). Yes, you’re likely to recover reasonably well w/o light therapy. But post-concussed brains are never the same. Just like any significant trauma, we may seem to get over it in time (actually, many are symptomatic, they just don’t relate their symptoms to their accident). All the traditional tests may be normal, but ultimately, we’re left more susceptible and less resilient to the next stress or trauma. That’s where the visual fields are most helpful. They help people see something is indeed wrong. Even when traditional testing measures little or nothing, I typically measure significantly more on visual fields. Optimally, I’d want to measure your fields and see exactly what we’d be treating.”

If I’m in need of the therapy, how many old cowboys (or young ones), ex-football players, and accident prone kids are walking around with emotional and physical limitations as a result of past head trauma? I know the therapy works, because I saw behavior changes that were nothing short of miraculous with my daughter. I will fork over the money and make at least three trips to Denver to see Dr. Stuart Tessler. I will experience his Fight or Flight Therapy and have the benefits of it while making strides to stop and reverse the damage done in a horse accident.

I know so many others who have had much worse accidents than mine. Dr. Tessler has told me in the past that he will bring his therapy to our area along with the follow-up visits if he has enough people who will commit to the therapy. His therapy isn’t cheap by small town standards, and yet how much money do people spend on super sized beverages and over priced junk food every week? How much do we spend each year on satellite or cable TV? If it were cancer, most would be selling a vehicle or mortgaging the house to get the necessary treatment. Unfortunately, insurance isn’t likely to pay for Fight or Flight Therapy, but it’s just as tax deductible as any other medical treatment. It’s an alternative therapy that requires a person to be willing to expend their own money to improve their quality of life.

That’s the direction western medicine is moving these days. If you want to get better, you’d better be prepared to foot the bill. If you want to get temporary relief of some of your symptoms while hanging onto your pet ailment, then take a pill that insurance pays for.

Stay tuned for the follow-up adventures in Fight or Flight Therapy. Maybe my experience will help others make a choice to get better.

Graduation Gifts

Graduation Day for my oldest beautiful one is fast approaching. Some have asked if I am sad and teary-eyed. My response to that question is a resounding NO! I am so excited for her. She gets to step away from the confines of small town life with its limited choices and enter the big beautiful and limitless world of opportunities.

One of the neatest traditions of graduation is that of giving gifts. We do this for many life transitions including weddings, housewarmings, birthdays, retirement parties, and so on. There is something very special about giving to the one who is about to take a leap that allows us to feel we are helping them on their way. As she moves closer and closer to 7:00 PM on May 29th, I keep thinking about what it is I most want to give to her. So far, the list looks like this:

1. I give her the gift of love. May she always have an abundance of love to give others because the love she has for herself is absolutely overflowing.

2. I give her the gift of open-mindedness. It took me a very long time to acquire this precious item. I share it with her so that she will have the opportunity to experience so much more of life because she can see beyond her own experiences.

3. I give her the gift of intuition. Again, this is one that I’ve only recently uncovered for myself. She is already developing her gift of intuition, and it is serving her extremely well. I trust that she will learn to use it in just the right balance so as to protect herself and serve others.

4. I give her the gift of courage. It takes guts to put oneself out there for the world to judge your talents and abilities. Sometimes that judgment brings some disappointment. Other times it comes with abundant rewards. Both experiences require significant courage. Here is trusting that the disappointments will be blessings in disguise and the abundant rewards will be easily recognizable.

5. I give her the gift of inner peace. The ability to rest quietly in one’s own company and enjoy a bit of solitude is priceless. It is also critically necessary to maintaining one’s sanity and for listening to intuition. Here’s to the ability to quiet her mind.

6. I give her the gift of vision. May she always look forward to both choose and see her destiny and shape it the way she wants it to be. Looking back only attracts more of what one is attempting to leave behind. Forward focus is the only way to travel through life.

7. I give her the gift of everlasting inner beauty. May everyone who crosses her path throughout her life feel as though they have experienced a gift simply being in the presence of such an amazing person as this one of mine.

8. I give her the gift of wisdom. May all of her choices in life be guided by the wisdom of her heart rather than the rationality of her mind.

9. I give her the gift of freedom. While she will always be welcome to visit in my presence, I set her free to become her own person, establish her own family, experience life her own way without criticism, control, or disapproval from me.

10. I give her the gift of abundance. May she always realize that her heart’s desires are fully available to her simply by making her request known and feeling she is already in possession of that which she seeks.

And so it is. In a little over two weeks, she will step up on stage for the last time as a high school student. When she steps down, her life will forever be changed, and there will be no looking back.

 “….and these three remain: Faith, Trust, and Love, and the greatest of these is Love.” Enjoy life, Princess.

 

Outside the Box

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Perpendicularity

They say everyone has a book inside them just waiting to be transformed into the next best seller. I am convinced I have one inside of me. Or maybe there are two. Hmm…possibly three or more? I’m not sure. Neither am I sure of exactly what this book is going to be about. After all, I have 40 some odd years of experiences that are not exactly everyday normal typical life. There’s the diet and wellness aspect. There’s the natural country living aspect. There’s the “against everything” aspect, which might generate some bad kharma, so I won’t go there. There’s the “mother of many” aspect. There’s the “daughter of a small town Texas sheriff” aspect. There’s the “I’m in love with husband after all these years” aspect. Nope, there’s no shortage of material here, just a lot of uncertainty about which to choose and how to organize it. 
 
Then it hit me. The common theme in my life has been “Against the Grain–Almost”. I’m a bit of a rebel, but only until things get a little uncomfortable, then I’ve historically woosed out. As I said above, I don’t like the concept of being against something. Being against something is a sure way to attract it into my life. So I’ve chosen a different word. It’s a word that encompasses going against the grain without the negative connotation. It’s a word that describes a lot of the way I have chosen to act, think, teach, nourish myself, and live life. It’s a word that throws in an element of individuality that is necessary to survive in a world that seeks to make everyone conform to a standard, a set of guidelines, a list of recommendations, and a plateful of expectations.
 
My word is multi-faceted. It’s a bit peculiar. It’s aligns with my soul. My word is perpendicularity. Perpendicular = across the grain instead of with the grain. Peculiarity = just a bit on the strange side; different; independent.
 
So what do you think about it? In what ways have you noticed perpendicularity? What do you do in life that could be classified as perpendicularity?

Gratitude

I woke up this morning thinking about gratitude. I hear it can really get things rolling in our lives, plus I need a big dose of it, so I decided it would be a great blog topic for my Saturday morning.
 
I am grateful for snow, even the fine sandy 40 MPH blowing kind. Even it contains moisture, and even it managed to get us out of school 4 hours early. It gave me an entire afternoon and evening with my daughters, which was a ton of fun. It resulted in my husband building a cedar fencepost fire in my wood stove. Nice.
 
I am grateful for a steady paycheck. There are lots of things I can say about my job both positive and negative, however, I get paid a pretty crazy amount of money to do what I do. Am I worth it? You better believe it. Do I always feel worthy of it? Probably not so much. Would I like to do something different for that amount of money? Definitely. However, it is cool that there are people who feel like I add value to an organization worthy of a good measure of compensation. Besides, I really do have quite a bit of freedom in my job.
 
I am grateful for family. I have the most wonderful man on the planet, and four absolutely gorgeous and insanely talented daughters. These women are about to take the universe by storm, and they will do it with their daddy wrapped securely around their little fingers. I am grateful for parents, brother, and in-laws who love and support me and my family in all we do. Family is just cool.
 
I am grateful for a body that is healthy and strong and able to think, build, dig, create, and design.
 
I am grateful for my small community. It provides a lot of freedom that I haven’t always seen. Heck, where else could I have nine acres with
two horses and 60 chickens inside the city limits and not be bothered by anyone about it? Most people are just grateful the the place is being mowed and cared for. They also like that I share my amazing pastured poultry fresh eggs.
 
I am grateful for grass, trees, flowers, vegetables, and animals plus the land that supports them. They feed my soul. They also remind me of how amazing our world is in its ability to renew and regenerate year after year. 
 
I am grateful for cars and gasoline because they provide a means for me to travel to other places to experience rest and view other types of beauty.
 
I am grateful for (some) stress because it lets me know I am alive and journeying through life.
 
Finally, I am grateful for a universal provider who has allowed me to be here experiencing all that life has to offer. I am grateful for his promises to grant my desires and his willingness to forgive me when I act in ungrateful ways.
 
Life is good. What things trigger your sense of gratefulness?
 

Limiting Beliefs

Yesterday I stumbled on a blog post about limiting beliefs. I tend to think I am totally on top of this area because I have given so much time and attention to the concept of affirmations, positive thinking, visualization, and law of attraction stuff. Yet after reading the post, I realized that limiting beliefs can hide in the crevices of our lives, lurking just under the surface, and then sprout up like bind weeds to choke the life out of our garden of productivity and positive thinking. I of course had to take the opportunity to analyze my own situation yet again to see what might be holding me back.
 
What I found was not just one or two things, but a really biggie and several lesser contributors. The way I identified my limiting beliefs was by first asking myself, “What isn’t working for me right now?” “What is not as good as it could be?” Those are pretty easy questions to answer: finances and career.
 
Next question: “What are my perceptions about these two areas of my life?” Again, pretty easy to answer.  I am carrying way too much debt and it feels like I am trapped by it. I have conditioned myself to believe that debt is bad, but I have debt, so I am trapped or imprisoned. I am also “stuck” in a good-paying job and I can not see a way to escape it and move on to something new and more engaging because of obligations to support my family and pay my debts. I have often complained that my job is one in which I am held responsible for things over which I have no power. My office has been refered to as a windowless concrete cell void of life and nature.
 
Hmm….I am starting to see a trend here. Trapped, imprisoned, concrete cell, stuck, powerless, obligations, escape…all words that imply a very negative situation. Some of my previous blog posts have talked about my craving freedom. I apparently have a limiting belief that my life has somehow imprisoned me and that I have to fight to break free. Everything is a struggle against something that appears to stand in the way of my freedom. Heck, I even feel like I need to break free from the confines of limiting beliefs!
 
In order to turn things around, I am creating a new belief that says every part of my life, every experience, every debt, every encounter, every person I meet is a powerful step leading me to the next level. I am free to choose. I am free to get up and move. I am free to experience life and everything it has to offer. I am free to make an abundant living doing the things for which I have love and passion. I am free to change directions at any time.
 
Some lesser limiting beliefs I discovered: “There’s never quite enough of (whatever) to satisfy me so I must binge and hoard while it is available.” This one explains the living paycheck to paycheck scenario and constantly adding debt. It also explains my food fetish. This has now become, “I always have abundantly more than I choose to consume. I give away so much more than I desire to consume for myself.” This applies to money, food, time, and more.  
 
Another one is that I am not good enough, cool enough, smart enough, talented enough, dedicated enough, focused enough………..to be accepted by the people who count….the cool and powerful people. I often think others find me dorky and annoying. Why the heck do I care what they think? Better yet, WHY do I think they find me annoying and dorky? Maybe they feel insecure around me and I misread their withdrawal as avoidance. New belief: I love myself and I am “abundantly more than enough” in all areas of my life.
 
What limiting beliefs are lying just below the surface in your life? What’s keeping your amazing garden choked back from being its most glorious beautiful productive self?
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