Soul-Felt Words: Enjoy the Experience ™

Trust

2008-08-09T19:06:00.025-06:00

“Self-trust is the first secret to success." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Namaste, Dear Friends,

Today marks blog # 101. -- Thank you so much for making this soul-felt journey with me!!

As many of you know, when I first began this ‘blook’ of entries, I was consumed with a lot of fear.

I was afraid to be my Self, because I was fearful people wouldn't accept me for who I really am.

I feared revealing my imperfections might mean being rejected and that being my authentic Self would cause people to think I was weird or crazy or “too out there”...

Yet, my wonderful Maker continued to grant me the courage to push past my continued 'need to please' and to instead face my illusive fears one baby step at a time.

Since then, I have fallen many, many times, yet my Higher Power continued to pick me up and point me in the right direction.

Looking back, I never would have believed my business would be flourishing the way it is today.

I never would have imagined I’d have the genuine friends I do or the gifted ability to touch so many people in such a positive way.

I cannot even tell you how very appreciative I am!!

And, the greatest lesson I’ve learned thus far is that every good blessing begins with trust.

Trust is defined as “hope” and the “confident expectation of something.” (Webster’s)

Trust is stepping out into darkness with faith and knowing that light will appear.

Trust is knowing with certainty that you'll be taken care of...

And, as my spiritual fate would have it, trust is my current theme.

Today my Higher Power is lovingly nudging me to fully trust as I am guided to depart from this blog and to embrace a whole new phase in my business.

I’m now being pulled to create more products, write more inspirational stories, and conduct even more keynotes.

This means the Universe is guiding me to leave this wonderful space behind.

Since I've always been honest with my feelings, I’ll admit to you right now that this isn’t easy.

This blog has made me who I am today...

For the last two years, it’s been a place of transformation, a room for healing, and a haven to safely and openly reveal my inner-Self.

And, though it’s with bitter-sweet feelings that this be my final blog to you, please trust that I'm doing the right thing.

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Thank you everyone for your continued belief in me.

I love you all dearly!

I hope to find you walking with me on this new journey, as I trust I'll see you there. ;)

A soul-felt thanks to you!

With Love & Joyous Gratitude, ~Michelle

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ETE = "Enjoy the Experience"

Choosing the Path of Discernment

2008-08-02T06:55:00.010-06:00

“Discernment is learning to listen to and trust your natural knowing.” ~ Author, S. Ryals

Steve and I had an awesome weekend. The weather couldn’t have been more beautiful... a consistent 78 degrees with a soft light breeze.

Thank you everyone for the great cards, emails and well wishes on Monday. They were gratefully received.

Riding our Goldwing through Montana and Wyoming was a wonderful way to spend my birthday this year!

Steve especially enjoyed hopping back into the saddle after working so many hours at work. -- It was uplifting to see him so happy again.

This was our second year participating in the Montana Ride for Hope. Making it an annual tradition feels “right.”

Thanks to everyone who so generously donated. -- This wonderful benefit extends itself in more ways than one... not only for the critically-ill children who are so appreciative to receive but for the riders and contributors who are also so grateful to give.

One rider in particular held a special place in my heart. I couldn’t help but notice her while Steve and I went through the end of the buffet line.

Her rider pins indicated she had been riding for hope for the last six years.

Just as this woman reached the end of the line, she leaned toward me and said, “There’s a reason you and are in line together today. There are no coincidences you know?”

“I believe that is true.” I smiled, though it’s not every day a complete stranger talks so openly to me.

As fate would have it, Steve and I were at the tail end of the line, so the only tables left were with this enlightening woman and her friends.

“I’m Sue,” she winked. “I told you there was a reason we met.”

It turns out Sue is a medical intuitive. She has been gifted with the ability to help others feel good and be healed.

“I can’t just tell people what I see,” she explained. “Because I need their permission first, but for those who don’t ask, I sometimes draw them a map in hopes they’ll find their way.”

The more Sue and I talked, the more I wanted to ask her what she may have been seeing in me, yet the timing was off....or so it seemed.

Unbeknownst to me, Sue was tossing out healing bread crumbs the entire time we ate.

She spoke about spirituality and healing and goodness and light. She talked about her own personal journey and the healing gifts she has so often shared.

The more she spoke, the more her spirit emitted such a positive vibration that I couldn’t help but be drawn to her words like a moth is pulled to a flame.

Then, just as my attention was completely hers, she started to nit pick a bit.

Quickly catching herself, she lightly tapped her mouth then extended her hand in the air.

“Don’t judge it,” she reminded herself aloud, then lovingly continued to speak.

That one act was so visually powerful that it will remain with me for life.

“Don’t judge it!"

To judge means “to decide upon critically.” *

Now, I don’t know about you, but my inner-judge tries very hard to pull out its long black robe, pound its make-believe gavel, and sit upon its superior throne.

It’s as if I’m wearing an invisible sign that reads. 'Ego in charge. Queen for the day.'

Being more consciously aware has certainly helped.... I now understand judging is nothing more than egoic.

It’s a 'mine is better than yours' mentality.

Some of my favorite Highlights magazine sections as a child were the ‘What’s wrong with this picture’ and the ‘Choose the one that doesn’t belong’ games.

I was a pro at picking out “flaws” in a flash... so much so that the habit of judging became engrained in my brain.

Judgment is an instilled reaction. It’s an incessant need to control and to change.

It’s seeing things as they are but wanting them to be another way.

Whether directed inward or outward, judgment creates an illusive dividing wall.

It’s a feeling of ‘I’m right. You’re wrong.’

‘My path is better than yours.’

There are even times we judge our inner-judge.

Ahhhh!

So, what does a person do?

How can we move through life without judging anymore?

The answer is discernment.

To discern means “to perceive by sight or some other sense; to distinguish mentally.”*

In other words, discernment is following your true inner-voice rather than the voice of your Ego.

This is not always easy, I know.

For several years of marriage, I would judge Steve harshly, criticize him cruelly and try my ‘superior’ best to change him.

My Ego couldn’t understand why he did the things he’d do.

Self-Talk would sounds like this...

Why didn’t he love me enough?

Why was he purposely trying to upset me?

Why wouldn’t he change him self for me?

In other words, why was he not becoming more like me?

Take his habit of smoking as an example...

My inner-judge use to label Steve’s habit as “bad,” because I was unable to come to terms with the fact that he was on his own path.

I erroneously believed that a soul-mate meant taking the exact same spiritual journey together, so I continuously tried to change him.

I would beg, plead, threaten and throw out so much guilt that I exhausted my self along the way.

And, the more I resisted, the more Steve persisted.

Then one day, I finally realized that no matter what I did, I’d never be able to change Steve.

He is who he is.

Judging him was getting me no where. It was like being a spinning hamster caught in a wheel.

Rather than resist who Steve was, I needed to allow him to be.

After all, who was I to know what’s best for him?

Granted, judging can be very reactive, so even to this day, every time Steve lights up, I have to consciously break the pattern of judging by choosing discernment instead.

Discernment is not agreement.

I intuitively know smoking is not for me.

Discernment means lovingly knowing the difference between my path and the path of someone else, without putting up barriers or blockades between us.

To discern is to follow what feels right... to allow the Higher Self to lead.

In other words, Steve can be Steve completely...

While, I'll choose the best path for me.

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ETE - *Source: Webster's

Shapeshifting

2008-07-26T04:07:00.014-06:00

“You already possess everything necessary to become great.” ~ Crow

Steve and I are riding out for our motorcycle fundraiser today. The weather is said to reach over 90 degrees.

I’m looking forward to clearing my head.

I’ve hit some murky waters this past week. -- A surge of busyness has caused me to slack on writing my book. so I’ve been playing the “skip one week and then write 15 pages” game.

I’m looking forward to things starting to settle soon.

Being up at the land last weekend was a very wild experience!

I had just built a little campfire and was sitting at the picnic table preparing for a speech when a “Bambi” flew by through the forest, as if it were running for its life.

My immediate instinct was to think something was hot on its trail.

I slowly turned my head, and, there, not even 20 yards away stood a timber wolf.

Its grey, white and black fur-covered body stopped suddenly in its tracks.

“It’s a wolf,” I quietly gasped to Steve. Then, just as quickly as I could, I bolted toward the truck.

Steve instructed Buddy to lie down and to stay. The last thing we needed was for those two dogs to tangle.

The beautiful wolf perked its ears back and cautiously maneuvered its way around the wood pile to see if there was another way through.

No such luck.

Looking despaired, it slowly circled out the same way it came in.

My heart was racing like mad.

This was a mind bending experience!

I could think about nothing else the remainder of the evening.

Wolves symbolize intuition, knowledge and instinct, as well as death, destruction and deceit.

It seems like a complete contradiction.

I began to wonder why.

A few days later, I took Buddy for a walk in the park and fell into deep meditation.

Several magpies flew overhead, reminding me of the constant shift between darkness and light.

A moment later, a flock of crows began to loudly cackle then flew upward toward the trees.

Just like the wolf, crows can be conniving in nature, and each have an uncanny ability to teach us life lessons even through trickery.

Wolves and crows have both virtues and vices, and both represent transformation.

Just like the wolf and the crow, I’ve been feeling myself moving through negative and positive energy as my spirit continues to shapeshift.

Shape is “an assumed appearance.” *

Shift means “to put aside and replace it by another.” *

(*Webster’s)

Spiritual shapeshifting is the ability to positively transform consciousness. Most importantly, it means never allowing your true Self to become stagnant.

You might say, it's purification at its best.

As one becomes more and more spiritually awakened, it's like adding water to a never-ending fish tank.

As the level of our consciousness peacefully rises, the depth of our being expands.

It's a refreshing and renewing experience!

The more we awaken, the more we rise to the top and become closer to the light.

So, why is it that things can sometimes look so dim?

Because trickery comes into play.

Every time a conscious shift occurs, the bottom of our “tank” gets disturbed.

Negative energies and fearful “crud” float to the surface of our mind, creating cloudy and murky waters for awhile.

Thankfully the wolf and the crows were keen enough to remind me of this!

How wonderful it will be when everything settles again :)

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Totally Worth It!

2008-07-19T16:19:00.018-06:00

"Self-worth comes from one thing -- thinking you are worthy." ~ Dr. Wayne Dyer

It’s been a beautiful consistent 80+ degrees, and, oh, how I’m loving July! There’s always so much to do.

Steve and I are sneaking up to the property tonight to take in a little R&R. It will be good to bond with the land once again.

Things have been crazy busy, but in a very good way.

I just finished another article for a local magazine, continue to partner with like-minded people, and am getting ready to present to a great group of entrepreneurs next week.

Yesterday was really fun as well. I presented a 90 minute keynote to a large group of bankers -many of whom traveled a great distance to attend.

The night before the big speech, I was invited to a cocktail party so I could get to know my attendees a little better.

They were all a wonderful crowd, and the more I chatted with them, the more I felt at home. -- That is, until it came time to leave...

I was saying my round of goodbyes to everyone, promising to see them in the morning, when a stern looking banker wagged his finger at me and barked,

“You better be good. We paid a lot of money to see you, so you better be worth it.”

“Okay,” I forcefully smiled as I backed my way out of the room.

As soon as I reached the hotel’s foyer, my brain began to uncoil.

My Ego snapped loudly in my ear...

What if you’re not any good? What if you’re really not worth it? What if all of your practice and rehearsal is still not enough? Then what?

I walked out to the parking lot, inhaled the mountain air and reminded my Self that how I do will be dependent on how I feel.

I put a smile on my face and rehearsed the whole car ride home.

When I walked into the house, Steve sweetly asked, “Are you ready for your big day tomorrow?”

“Yes. I’m ready,” I enthusiastically replied, though my reluctant Ego’s words still echoed in my head.

I escaped to the family room for awhile and curled up in a chair. I began to visualize my entire presentation going well from start to finish. -- It appeased me enough to sleep.

I awoke very early the next day, laid out my clothes, and began to rehearse once again.

Though I felt confident in my abilities and knew my material well, the words, “You better be worth it” lingered in my brain.-- It was as if someone were hitting a replay button again and again.

I had only a few minutes remaining before it was time to get dressed, so I set my speech aside, walked out onto the patio and began to meditate.

The cool morning breeze cleared my head and filled me with the Divine.

God, why am I questioning my Self?

My eyes began to flutter just as my answer (a question) was revealed.

Why do you seek out worthiness?

I thought about this a moment, but nothing more came to mind, and I didn’t want to be late.

Forty minutes later, I arrived at the hotel, made sure my equipment was working and greeted the event planner in the hall.

Not long after, I was being introduced. I used those precious few minutes to scan the crowd. There was no sign of the man who had challenged me the night before.

I exhaled a sigh of relief and walked to the front of the room.

“Good morning everyone,” I announced with a smile and then continued with the talk.

Just a few minutes later, the stern-looking man walked in. -- He was holding a cup of coffee and seated himself in center aisle.

As synchronicity would have it, at the same time, I began telling a story about a woman named Sara.

“Sara was in the habit of looking outside of herself to define her Self,” I remarked.

Then, as soon as my own words left my mouth, I knew they were intended for me.

It was then I realized that for whatever reason, I had been “seeking out” answers rather than allowing my internal worth to shine.

As I glanced across the room, the stern man didn’t look so stern anymore. -- In fact, he was glowing from within.

It was as if I had recognized a piece of my Self and valued its beauty once again.

Once my speech ended, the man approached me with a smile.

“Great job,” he beamed.

"Thank you for being here," I said. -- If he only had known how much I meant it.

This man was placed in my life for a reason. He was there to remind me that self-worth is not dependent on anything of the external world.

Self-worth is “the sense of one’s own worth as a person”*

Worth is defined as “good or important enough to justify.”*

Having a 'sense' of self-worth means “a mental discernment, realization or recognition.”*

(*Webster’s)

When we question whether we’re worth it or not, we’re viewing the world through Ego’s eyes and will often fall short and not amount to much.

True self-worth comes from authenticity. It cannot be measured in space or time.

So, recognize your Self and embrace your internal being.

Your internal treasure awaits!

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ETE - Happy Birthday tomorrow Tania!!

Mirroring Reflections

2008-07-12T18:12:00.016-06:00

“Mirrors to our inner-self are often reflected by others.” ~ Michelle Skaletski-Boyd

This past Sunday, Steve and I took Buddy out on the canoe. It was our first venture “paddle” since last September.

As we gently floated across the crystal clear lake, a beautiful bald eagle spread its wings and soared peacefully from tree top to shore.

We watched as it gathered food and then flew peacefully back toward the clouds. Its beautiful black and white toned body glided freely toward the tree tops as our eye sight adjusted to the light.

“Look at the nest,” I loudly whispered as I carefully turned toward Steve.

He returned my smile with a nod.

We both pulled up our paddles and allowed the canoe to drift free.

The amazing eagle once again emerged from the crown of the trees and flew to a nearby branch.

My eyes fixated on its nest as a dark brown mottled head poked up from its circular twigged retreat just as its long flight feathered wings began to flap furiously in the air.

It was as if I was watching a scene from National Geographic. It was an amazing experience by far.

This baby eaglet must have been at least six weeks old; it was nearly as big as its parent.

Seeing that baby eaglet reminded me of the story about a farmer who was walking across his land just after a windy storm when he discovered an eagle’s egg lying in the grass.

The farmer gently lifted the warm egg to his hands then carefully carried it to the barn where he placed it beneath a setting hen.

A few days later, a little eaglet hatched.

It mimicked the chicks by pecking about the farmyard and rarely looking up.

One day, the little eaglet was out scrambling for feed when Father Eagle flew by.

He noticed his baby eaglet, quickly circled back and gave out a very loud screech.

“What are you doing down there?” Father Eagle called to his son. “You are not a chicken. You are an eagle. Eagles are not made to live in a barnyard. Eagles are meant to fly. The heavens are your domain. Come up here with me.”

The little eaglet was very scared. He believed he was a chicken after all.

But, Father Eagle urged him to jump up and flap his wings.

“You can fly if you try,” he insisted.

The little eaglet gave it his all, flapping his wings so hard he landed just outside of the coop.

Father Eagle continued screeching words of encouragement.

“You can do it. Jump higher,” he yelled. “Spread your wings and fly.”

The little eaglet did what father said, and by a mighty jump of faith stretched his wings and soared.

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This story is an enlightening reminder of the many reflections in our life.

Just as the chicks low to the ground and Father Eagle high in the sky mirrored the inner-most feelings of the eaglet, people around us are powerful reflections of our self.

All this week, I was reminded of this, as individuals came forward to reflect my inner-beauty and to mirror my illusive fears.

A mirror is “a reflecting surface; something that gives a minutely faithful representation, image or idea of something else.” (Webster’s)

Author, Shakti Gawain writes, “The people in our lives who make us feel uncomfortable, who annoy us, who we feel judgmental or even combative toward, reflect parts of ourselves that we reject – usually aspects of our disowned selves - the shadow side of our personality.”

All creatures of this world are optical images of our being. -- Sometimes we see all of our fears while other times we’re reminded we can fly.

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Facing Transformation

2008-07-05T11:00:00.022-06:00

"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." ~ Maya Angelou

Just before dinner yesterday the grey sky opened wide and poured buckets of rain so hard and so fast that it sounded like the grand finale of a fireworks show.

Beautiful bolts of lightning shot across the sky as small gravel sized hail bounced rapidly off the deck just like an exploding pack of firecrackers.

What a wonderful surprise from Mother Nature!

Happy July Everyone! I hope you had a spectacular 4th!

As Steve and I lit our pack of sparklers from the back deck last night, waving them high through the air, I said a silent prayer thanking my Maker for my spiritual freedom.

To be independent means "thinking or acting for oneself; not influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion or conduct; self-confident." (Webster's)

Butterflies have surrounded me this week. A true sign more transition is near.

My self-confidence continues to soar as more business opportunities unfold.

Native Americans believe God's creatures are the medicine for the soul saying the butterfly is a symbol of transformation.

How very true this is!

The last time I saw a butterfly was just a few weeks before moving to the mountains. I was back on the farm in Wisconsin staring through my upstairs window at the tiny luminiscent creature peacefully perched on our roof top with its uplifted wings to the sky.

It was then I knew it was my time to fly.

Now, a year and a half later, just like a butterfly, I've had to learn to trust transition.

Though I'm getting much better than I've ever been before, seeing so many butterflies this week has caused me to wonder... "What's around the corner?"

Hopefully all that the butterfly represents: freedom, beauty and changes for the better!

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ETE - Happy Birthday Kristin! :)

Knowing When to Say "When"

2008-06-28T10:45:00.036-06:00

"It's not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are." - Roy Disney

It’s Summer time and the weather's scorching hot.

Between yard work and house work and business work, I have been craving meditation like mad.

Come Thursday, I could practically taste it.

My internal well was dry.

I was feeling mighty thirsty for the truth and knew the only cure would be to go deep within in order to replenish again.

I had just finished an appointment in the city when my soul began hungering stillness. It felt just like my stomach hungering food only the longing was nearer to my heart.

It had been quite some time since I had experienced that feeling. -- A spiritual emptiness for sure.

Ignoring it or searching outward would have only made it worse, so I allowed my intuition to guide me, and that it did! -- My vehicle practically steered itself through the back roads of the city.

Instincts led me to a community park that I had never seen before.

It was beautifully positioned on the banks of the Stillwater River, and the blowing cottonwoods resembled another snow in June.

What a wonderful surprise!

Just like an excited child, I skipped playfully down to the shore and was happy to discover several piles of boulders positioned perfectly in the sand.

I sat on the flattest rock I could find, kicked off my flip flops and dangled my toes in the tickling stream.

The sun was hot and the breeze was cool. Tranquility and serenity were one.

I closed my eyes and began to reflect.

I had been presented with several opportunities this week, and for the first time since starting my business I had chosen to say "no".

I was starting to second guess my Self.

Earlier in the week I had been asked to partake in a huge joint venture. My Ego was chomping at the bit. The partnership would have put me side-by-side with some big named authors, yet our messages weren’t spiritually in sync.

And, so I reluctantly declined.

That very same week I turned down an offer to speak on a topic about a message not true to my core.

Though Steve urged me to take the position because the money was good, I just couldn't pretend to be someone I was not.

I began to wonder... Was this the wrong decision?

As I peered out over the water, hundreds of seeds of cottonwood parachuted from the trees to the waves as my Higher Power’s words flowed freely through me.

You’re full stream ahead.

Yield when necessary; Comply only when you’re sure.

I began to grin.

To comply means “to act or be in accordance with wishes; to agree” (Webster’s)

Freewill can be tough. -- It's like being at an eye exam with choices right up in your face.

The Universe plays the role of your Optometrist simply trying to help you see more clearly no matter how uncomfortable it may be.

“Which do you prefer... A? or B?" -- "This one? or That one?"

Choosing should be easy, yet sometimes it is not.

This is when we need to rely on instinct to help us lead the way.

As my friend Coach Johns likes to say, “it’s okay to try things on for size (this is to yield/consider), yet it doesn't mean you need to own it."

Compliance is agreement.

When we opt to take on too much, we are blocking the good things that are meant to come our way.

I’m Michelle Skaletski-Boyd, and my personal mission is to make a positive difference in the lives of others by helping them remain connected to their Highest Self.

My focus is clear and with this I can comply.

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Learning the Ropes

2008-06-21T10:37:00.028-06:00

(Photo compliments of my friend Ron) “You must do the things you think you cannot do.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

I’ve been much more joyfully curious and appreciatively accepting this week.

Steve and I awoke on Sunday and agreed to head up to the beautiful Kootenai National Forest.

After sharing a plateful of scrambled eggs and a piece of buttered toast, we jumped on the Goldwing and braved the cool morning weather.

Brisk winds pushed us toward the Cabinet Mountain range as our chilly bodies became slowly warmed by the sun.

It was one breathtaking snapshot after another: a spectacular ride across the 2400+ ft. Lake Koocanusa bridge, a mountainous panoramic view of the Idaho, Montana & Canadian borders; and a colorful rainbow trellis peaking through the crystal waters of the Yaak River Falls.

It was beauty at its best and a great warm up trip for our upcoming fundraising Ride for Hope next month.

Just a few days later, I joined a group of 11 from the resort for a fun trek in the trees. I had no idea what to expect. I only was told to dress in comfortable hiking gear.

Imagine my surprise when three outdoor guides brought us to a training camp, partnered us up, fitted us with climbing gear and told us to practice belaying from one “pretend” tree to another.

As I tightened the safety harness around my waist and thighs, nervous energy began to build amongst the group.

What was I getting myself into now?

“Just be sure you work together as a team.” a guide advised.

I made a mental note of it as we hiked up a ½ mile trail and stopped at a man-made ladder in the middle of the woods.

I looked up to see several 2-by-4’s suspended side-by-side creating a 700 foot boardwalk connected by cables that hung from tree to tree.

“Our job is to safely get across,” a second guide said.

“When you step down it’s going to feel like you’re walking on a boat floating in water,” the third one added.

The resort's Sales Manager nervously took her first step onto the swaying bridge and “clipped in,” as they say.

“Ahhh,” she shrieked as her knees began to buckle. “This is bloody ridiculous.”

My partner, Terry, began to tremble.

“I’m scared,” she said, turning her face to me and the two guys that followed behind.

I cupped her face gently in my hands.

“Terry” I insisted. “You’re just excited. You’re not scared.”

“You’re just excited,” I repeated. “Now keep telling yourself that, because we need to get across.”

Terry gulped then courageously nodded.

She lifted herself onto the platform and extended her first crab claw out toward the cable.

“Yellow on belay,” she quavered.

“Belay on,” I confirmed. “You’re doing great.”

Once Terry’s ropes were securely fastened, I hoisted myself up and took my first step onto one of the oscillating boards.

Just as the guide had instructed, it began to swing under foot.

Inexperienced climbers are often called “gumby’s,” but I felt more like a bird that had just overindulged in the fermented fruits of the mountain ash berry trees...

Talk about a drunken feeling!

Terry grimaced from up ahead. -- A dangling steel cable had snagged her perched sunglasses from right off her head.

I watched as they plummeted over 50 feet to the ground.

“Breathe in the nose and breathe out the mouth,” I urged.

Belay on. Belay off.

Higher and higher we went until we were suspended 70 feet in the air.

As I pulled myself up the last ascending ramp, one of the two guys behind us thought it would be funny to start jumping up and down.

The boards became so unbalanced I could barely keep a steady grip.

Somehow Terry managed to traverse to the highest platform and then got brave enough to turn around and start jumping back.

I was monkey in the middle of a flimsy floored teeter totter, and the inclining wobble was so steep that I was at the end of my rope (literally!)

The jolt of each jump pulled my safety harness tighter and tighter until I was nearly lifted off my feet.

“That’s enough please,” I pleaded as I yanked at the rope riding up my crotch. “I feel like I’m being split in half.”

The two kept laughing and jumping, when suddenly a plank beneath our feet abruptly busted off the nearest tree!

Crrrack!!

Terry began to scream.

A guide in front of us started shouting that there was nothing to worry about, as the “jokester” behind me stopped frozen in his tracks.

Surprisingly, I remained calm.

Perhaps I was just in shock?

When were were safely back on the ground, Terry addressed me to the group, “I watched you when that board broke, Michelle, and you didn’t even yell. -- You just stood there like everything was fine.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

Had this happened even three years ago, I would have seriously screamed my head off and then started madly crying and going into a panic attack.

I would have fallen to my knees and crazily envisioned my body crashing beneath the trees. -- The only way to get me down would have been to pry me from the boards.

My, how far I’ve come!

It’s difficult to even put this into words.

Though the word fearless seemed a bit fitting for this experience, my Higher Power tells me I was “an intrepid spirit” that day.

Intrepid means “resolutely fearless” -- Resolutely means “set in purpose; characterized by firmness and determination, as the spirit, temper, actions, etc.” (Webster’s)

I'm very much enjoying this new me!

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ETE

Destination Unknown

2008-06-14T10:16:00.018-06:00

When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen: There will be something solid for you to stand upon, or, you will be taught how to fly. ~ Poet, Patrick Overton

Father’s Day weekend forecast predicts bright sunny skies over the next five days.

What a drastic change compared to Tuesday’s winter storm advisory that dumped 3 - 10 inches of snow across the mountainous valley this week.

Imagine the school kids surprise when they woke to a lawn covered in nature’s frosted flakes on the first day of their summer vacation.

What a reminder of how unpredictable life can be!

I am definitely learning to be more tolerant of these things... I use to get very upset when things didn’t go as planned.

I would calendar all of my dates in permanent ink.

Back then, Steve’s “fly-by-the-seat of his pants” spontaneous side was exactly just the opposite.

“Let’s just wing it,” he’d say.

“Are you kidding?” I’d bellow with my pen behind my ear, one hand on my hip, and the other clutching my calendar.

“I need to plan!”

I was completely consumed by the need to be in control. It was important I knew everything ahead of time so I could precisely plan. -- Everything I did was calculated with careful consideration at every given turn.

I was one of those people who needed to know exactly where we’d be sleeping and where we’d be eating on every given road trip and every vacation destination.

“Who cares!” Steve would say. “We’ll sleep in the car if we need to, and our bodies can go for days without food.”

I use to get so mad. -- It’s quite amazing we’re still together. ;) LOL

Nearly 17 years later and the tables have turned.

Steve is now the one who seems to need to know.

Imagine my amusement this past Wednesday just before dinner when Steve asked, “Do you want to go to our land or take a motorcycle trip this Sunday?”

“Let’s just play it by ear,” I smiled.

His face became very serious then.

“Well, Michelle, I’d like to plan,” he declared.

My cackle could be heard for miles.

I “busted a gut” you might say.

Never in a million years did I think Steve would be the planner and I’d be the spur-of-the-moment one in the relationship.

Our friend Susan, a certified counselor, says we’re the true “Yin and the Yang.”

She says there are stages throughout any relationship in which roles flip and turn so that balance can be maintained in the relationship as both individuals transform.

How beautiful is that!

When we befriend the unknown, we make peace with the present moment.

“Now” appears in the word unknown for a reason.

Unknown means “not within the range of one's understanding.” (Webster’s)

The “now” has not yet come.

Now means “at the present time or moment.” (Webster’s)

This is the only “is” there is.

·Will we go to the land tomorrow or take a motorcycle trip? ·Will it snow again this summer or remain warm and sunny? ·Will my book get published or won’t it? ·Will Steve and I be parents or not?

I’m lovingly embracing the unknown, and, oh, how it feels so great!!

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Spiritual Pulls Tell All

2008-06-07T11:41:00.037-06:00

“True love cannot be seen by the eyes, but only felt by the spirit.” ~ Michelle Skaletski-Boyd

Life threw us a curve ball, and my first reaction was to lie down and cry.

Steve and I were told this week that Cynthia is to remain with her birth parent now, per a ruling by the Attorney General’s office.

When I first heard the news I could feel my heart cracking as it tumbled into millions of shattered pieces full of “why me’s” and “what if’s.”

Sadness immediately consumed me as my once shining internal sun fell sullenly behind its horizon.

My journal became my escape, allowing me to dive head-first into every page as I cried, and I sulked, and I questioned my faith.

My cycle of grief lasted two full days.

My breaking point was on Thursday morning when I headed to the city for an appointment with my friend, Debbie, who is a licensed esthetician.

I was scheduled to see her for a brow shaping treatment, but what I received was so much more.

Debbie and I have talked about adoption many times. She, herself, was adopted when she was only 5-1/2 years old, so she was naturally curious to know how things had been progressing since our last appointment.

“What’s new with that little girl?” she asked as she applied hot wax to the ridge above my eye.

I began to choke up as I explained the situation and was unable to hold back my tears.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “You’re the first person I’ve talked to about this, other than Steve.”

“It’s okay,” Debbie reassured.

“I’ve never been pregnant before,” I said, “but it feels like I miscarried somehow, and I feel so silly really. I painted her room, told all my family and friends and even went out and bought gifts just for her.”

Debbie lovingly put her hand on mine.

“Never buy gifts until after the child moves in with you,” she advised, “but, now that you have, make sure the gifts go to her since they were meant for her.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

Debbie went on to say that women, in particular, dream of fairy tale endings; however, when it comes to adoption, the real test is whether or not there’s true love.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do you remember the feeling you had when you first met your husband?” she inquired.

“Yes,” I replied, smiling for the first time that day. Reminiscent chills fluttered up my spine.

"Did you have that same love-at-first-sight feeling with this little girl?”

“No," I truthfully admitted.

“When it’s meant to be, you will,” she insisted. “I got it with my adopted parents, and they got it with me.

Without it, you’re just feeling sorry for the child or falling in love with the idea. -- Either way, it’s not the same.

Having those strong magical feelings upfront is what gets you through the tough times no matter what."

Debbie was right. How could I have forgotten my own advice?

I had taken a leap of faith, but had not looked for the true signs and symbols to tell me this was “it.”

I went for a walk with Buddy yesterday to finally clear my head.

It was lightly raining, and the sweet fragrance of the lilac trees filled my entire being as I began meditation.

Why has this happened, Lord?

He gently whispered...

You allowed your imagination to get carried away.

I wasn't sure what He meant at that point, but now it's come fully to light.

Imagination means “the act or power of forming a mental image of something not present to the senses or never before wholly perceived in reality.” (Webster's)

My imagination got carried away because I jumped at the first opportunity that came along without receiving a strong internal knowing.

It was just like going to the Junior Girls' prom knowing full well my date was a jerk. -- I had merely gotten swept up in the idea of it all.

Our intentions of adopting are good; however, it's important I not get hung up in the fairytale, because without a spiritual pull, the pumpkin is just a pumpkin.

My happy ending and magical carriage await.

Another lesson learned.

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Committed

2008-05-31T13:39:00.017-06:00

“There’s a difference between interest and commitment. When you’re interested in doing something, you do it only when circumstances permit. When you’re committed to something, you accept no excuses, only results.” ~ Unknown

It’s been over a year since I announced my desire to begin writing my book.

Though I have a strong passion to make a positive difference in this world, lack of commitment on my part is causing my battery to drain.

It’s time for a serious jump start.

Commit means “to give in trust;” “to pledge or engage oneself.” (Webster's)

I hadn’t realized the importance of commitment until I was meditating recently near the fast flowing river.

Record snowfalls combined with sunny temps have caused the river to roar. -- The once clear blue waters have now turned to roily, restless whitecaps.

My eyes were fixated on the steady rhythmic beating of each wave as I fell deeper and deeper into a subconscious state.

My Higher Power diverted my attention away from the current and to the river’s edge.

My eyes fell upon a floating limb caught in a sluggish eddy.

It was aimlessly drifting between two fallen trees.

Then, nature’s Creator proclaimed,

You are like the limb, clinging with little result.

Be like the water instead, and trust the steady flow.

My opportunity to write is now.

Gone are the days of excuses and exceptions.

Beginning Monday June 2nd, 2008, I, Michelle Skaletski-Boyd commit my Self to getting up early every morning to write at least one book page per day with the goal of having my book proposal completed by autumn of this year.

With progression comes commitment, and with commitment comes possible risk.

I realize now that I'm sitting at a fork in the bend.

Once I jump in, there will be no turning back. I will be leaving my present comfort zone and heading in a new direction.

I can already feel the change.

Not only will I focus more on my book, but I’ll also give more attention to bringing a child into my life.

Yes. Steve and I were contacted by a state social worker last week telling us we’ve been matched with a six year old girl.

For reasons of confidentiality, we’ll call this little girl, Cynthia.

And, though it’s not official yet, my husband and I are being asked to commit ourselves to foster care parenting with the intention to adopt.

I’m ecstatic and afraid and in shock.

Everything’s happening so fast, and the scariest thing is that at any given moment Cynthia could be reunited with her birth parent.

My fears have pulled me toward clinging to safety, yet instinct tells me it’s time to take the plunge.

Though it may be weeks yet before Cynthia moves into our home, Steve and I got the chance to meet with her earlier in the week.

It was one of the happiest days of my life!!

She was like a little light that lit up the room with a tiny small giggle attached.

After playing a game of Candy Land, Cynthia turned toward Steve and said, “You want me to come live with you, don’t you?”

Steve’s smile burst wide open.

“What did you say?” he grinned.

“Oh...nothing,” she retracted with a snicker. Then, she buried her face in her hands.

“Do you want to come live with us?” Steve quizzed.

“Yes.” she giggled.

I began to smile.

“Are you sure?” I teased. “We have lots and lots of rules.”

“I can follow rules.” she pleaded. “I can make my bed and pick up my toys...” (the list went on and on)

“Okay," I said. “But there’s one really important rule that is the grandest rule of all.”

“What is it?” Cynthia shrieked. “Tell me. Tell me please.”

“You have to give really good hugs.”

Cynthia’s eyes grew wide with excitement.

“Really strong ones?” she screeched.

“Yep,” I smiled.

It was as though Cynthia’s feet couldn’t move fast enough.

Her strawberry shortcake body darted right into my lap as she wrapped her loving arms tightly around my neck.

I was barely able to hold back the tears.

Though I had promised myself I’d remain guarded so as not to get hurt, at that very moment, my heart melted.

There was no going back.

It's now a leap of faith.

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Being Still

2008-05-24T08:22:00.009-06:00

" Silence is sometimes the answer." ~ Estonian Proverb

In honor of Memorial Day weekend, Steve and I are heading up north to our property to soak in some silence for awhile.

I love being one with nature and long to hear the elongated lodge poles swaying in the breeze and see the mesmerizing flames of the campfire dance against the darkness of the sky.

I am so fortunate to have all of you in my life. Thank you for spending time with me -- if only for a moment.

Change can happen very fast. We’re here one moment and gone in the next. Healthy loved ones may turn ill. Strong companions may turn weak. New lives are born, while former lives may end.

It’s the circle of life in an instant.

Wherever you go, wherever you may be, I encourage you to partake in grateful prayer and positive meditation this holiday weekend.

Reflect on the past five years of your life.

This is how long America's been at war with over 1 million total causalities to date.

Be appreciative of your life, while honoring those who serve.

Think strongly about your right to vote in this upcoming November election.

Put some thought into where you’d like this country to evolve.

And, stand in the light, fully aware and awakened by each loving, soul-felt intention.

Silence is “stillness” and “to put (doubts, fears, etc.) to rest” (Webster’s)

Spend some time in reflective silence this weekend, and remember who you are.

It will make all the difference in the world.

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ETE

Damming Your Self?

2008-05-17T09:34:00.016-06:00

"The first step to change is awareness. The second step is acceptance." ~ Nathaniel Branden

I spent most of last week unconscious of my own resistance. I could feel myself struggling with so many things.

It was as if personal awareness had been hi-jacked by my Ego, leaving me with no memory of presence at all.

It started with a mental struggle when I learned that my new online newsletter software was less reliable than the first.

After spending hours converting over to a new system, I begrudgingly learned that I could no longer communicate to over half of my online subscribers.

My only choice was to learn from the experience and reinstall another system once again.

Yet, I did it with much resistance.

Rather than allow things to be what they were, I started losing a lot of sleep over it.

What would people think?
How incompetent this looked.
Why couldn’t things be easier?

On and on it went.

I was completely consumed in fearful thoughts and became very frustrated and upset.

My blindness to the truth caused me to be so unaware, that my sneaky Ego was feeding off the pain.

All of the signs were there.

I was sneezing and tired and cranky and irritable and completely stuck inside my head.

If only I had taken a moment to be present and allowed things to "be" while accepting them for what they are.

Acceptance is "the act of taking or receiving something offered"; "favorable reception." (Webster's)

The problem was, I wasn't willingly receiving that which life had to offer. -- Instead, I was trying to stop the inevitable like a charging bull ramming its head at every circumstance and depleting myself of all energy.

It wasn't until dinner one evening that I finally became conscious again.

“You woke me in the middle of the night saying ‘Dam, Dam, Dam’ over and over again,” Steve announced.

“I did?” I embarrassingly giggled. “What was that about?”

“You’re obviously stressing out.”

Was this the reason I had come down with a horrible head cold and felt like my sinuses were going to explode?

Was this why every little thing Steve did lately was grating on my nerves?

Was this because I had made no time at all this week for meditation?

Just asking my Self these three questions pulled me back to center.

Yes. Buddy’s recovery had become my “excuse” to give up on my daily walks, and, yes, negative thoughts had become so consuming that I had fallen sick with a cold.

Even sitting quietly in a chair lately had become too much of a chore.

Steve began clearing the table when suddenly I felt very compelled to stand with my arms akimbo and my head held high.

I walked to the center of the room and twirled myself in a circle around the shiny laminate floor.

A tremendous wave of pent up energy moved through my Being as my Higher Power spoke these words aloud,

“Stop damming your Self and move out of the way!”

The voice was my own, but the words were not. They shot through me like a cannon ball, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

“When you feel dammed, it’s because you’ve become one,” I consciously declared.

Steve's eyes glistened, as he knowingly smiled.

What a beautiful lesson of the week!

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The Object of My Affection

2008-05-10T08:46:00.023-06:00

"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." ~ Roger Caras

What crazy weather we’ve had this month.

Yesterday brought chilling snow flurries all morning long, and today’s highs are barely reaching 60 degrees.

Though I know I’d feel better if I went out for a walk, not having my walking “Buddy” around has given me so many reasons to be lazy.

Yes, our golden retriever, Buddy, is out of remission for awhile. A few weeks back, the side of his face became very swollen, and his entire right cheek was strangely deformed - as if bitten by an insect.

Though the swelling went down temporarily, it was stubbornly determined to stay.

I brought Buddy to the vet two days ago.

Steve and I were told he was suffering from an abscessed tooth. – That would certainly explain his sudden raunchy breath, but even more disturbing, we learned that several small growths on his body, called mast cell tumors, were serious enough to be malignant.

Yes, possibly the big “C” word. -- Cancer.

This was devastating news.

Buddy is going on 9 years old and is the smartest dog I’ve ever known. What I admire about him is that no matter what kind of mood I’m in, he’s always there to wag his tail and love me no matter what.

I can walk with this dog for miles without putting him on a leash; he knows how to heal on command. Buddy's been a wonderful motivator, because he gives me a reason to walk, run, and play ball in the park. -- I love that he keeps me energized and young.

And, though sometimes he can be a bit of a mooch (hee-hee), not having Buddy around on Thursday created a sudden void in my world. – One in which I wasn’t ready to face.

Though Steve and I have always joked with one another about how both of our pets are “just” a dog and “just” a cat, they are the closest thing to children we have ever come to know.

Therefore, naturally, when we learned Buddy would need to have immediate surgery, it only took a moment before Steve and I agreed he was definitely worth footing the hefty medical bill.

What is it about our pets that cause us to open our wallets and spend more on them than we do on ourselves?

For me, it’s Buddy’s enormous capacity to offer such unselfish loyalty and benevolent affection no matter what.

His intuitive gifts are remarkable. -- He has this profound ability to make me feel needed even when I’m fully absorbed in my work -- Be it his bouncing rubber ball dropped at my feet or his long impatient sigh alerting me that our walk for the day is long overdue; Buddy has won over my heart.

Affection is defined as “a fond attachment, devotion, or love.” (Webster’s)

When Buddy underwent surgery two days ago, a pool of affection formed deep in my heart.

Now back home, Bud's recovering well, and sad but true, Steve and I were told that if the tumors on his body are indeed malignant, even chemotherapy won’t help.

Looking into his groggy eyes that day, I cupped Buddy's furry face in my hands and gently kissed the tip of his nose.

“I love you, Bud,” I whispered, “and if you do have cancer, I don’t want to know.”

Buddy affectionately wagged his tail. -- We were fully in agreement.

Things We Can Learn From A Dog
1. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
2. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
3. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
4. When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
5. Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
6. Take naps & stretch before rising.
7. Run, romp & play daily.
8. Eat with gusto & enthusiasm.
9. Be Loyal.
10. Never pretend to be something you're not.
11. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
12. When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by & nuzzle them gently.
13. Thrive on attention & let people touch you.
14. Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
15. On hot days, drink lots of water & lay under a shady tree.
16. When you're happy, dance around & wag your entire body.
17. No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing & pout. -- Run right back and make friends.
18. Bond with your pack.
19. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

~Author Unknown

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A Spiritual Detour

2008-05-03T10:16:00.009-06:00

Throughout the week, my spiritual path has led me to some pretty big barriers.

I could feel stress take over my body like an invasive parasite.

Each unfinished project felt like a heavy stack of bodily bricks.

I had swollen glands, a tense jaw, knotted shoulders and a stiffening neck.

It wasn’t until I was talking to my friend, Victory, that things finally started becoming clear.

“How are you able to juggle all of your projects without having a coronary,” I teased.

“I use to hang on to all my ideas until everything was perfect,” Victory admitted, “But, what I came to realize is that nothing ever is.”

Things would pile up, and I’d get more and more stressed. Then, one day I was talking to my personal coach who said, ‘Don’t get it right. Just get it going.’

I’ve lived by these words every since.”

“I can use that,” I smiled.

“I’m glad,” Victory said. “Whenever you get inspired, move along on your project as far as you can go and then release it and see where it goes.”

I began to practice this concept the very next day.

My business was transferring my website over to a new web host provider, and things weren’t going very smoothly...

Domains were pointing to the wrong pages, databases were down and people were calling to tell me emails were bouncing left and right.

I could feel the stress beginning to bubble. But, then I remembered to simply allow it to be.

Obstacles appear on our spiritual path for a reason.

They're here to serve us in a positive way.

Once I began to see this perceived "negative" energy differently, I was able to treat it like a friend.

Had I done everything I could possibly do in this very moment?

Yes, indeed.

I had contacted my old and new web host providers alerting them to the issue, and I had thanked everyone who called and politely explained the situation.

Yet,wait.

There was still one more thing...

It was important I find the joy in the moment.

I stepped outside into the warm radiant sun then inhaled deeply to freely look within.

Soon, a spiritual detour appeared and a new way of thinking emerged.

Though not yet perfect, simply getting a revised website online has caused my business so much traffic momentum that people are now alerting me when my website is down.

This is a very good thing!

A detour is “a round about or circuitous way or course, especially one used temporarily when the main route is closed.” (Webster’s)

And so the lesson goes, when something doesn’t go exactly as it should, take a spiritual detour in your mind, allow things to be as they are, and see the positive purpose in every obstacle because it’s there to serve you well.

May you have joy on your journey and peace on your mind!

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The Choice is Clear

2008-04-26T17:50:00.021-06:00

"We have to believe in freewill. We've got no choice.” ~Nobel prize winner, Isaac Bashevis Singer

I decided to start today's blog out with this funny quote.

It was my free choice to make, and I'm sticking to it! ;)

Freewill means “based on our own accord,” and accord means “to be in harmony; agreement.” (Webster’s)

Thus, having freewill is having harmony with our Self and feeling good about our choices and our decisions. And though we don’t always get what we want, we do always get a choice in our reaction.

In other words, even when there are obstacles, we’re able to decide mentally, physically, spiritually &/or intellectually what we’ll choose as our very next move.

My friend, Joanne, and I had a conversation that was centered around freewill just this past Thursday.

We had agreed to meet in downtown Spokane which is where Joanne lives and where I had been for a keynote speech that I had delivered at the historical and beautiful Davenport Hotel.

Since we were both getting off work around the same time, we agreed to meet for happy hour at the downtown mall.

The last time we spoke, Joanne’s inner-voice had been persistently reminding her that she needs to quit her nursing job and pursue her dream of being a photographer, so I was very anxious to learn of her decision.

“Well?” I prompted, “What’s going on with your job situation?”

“I told the hospital they may want to start looking for my replacement,” Joanne beamed.

“Congratulations!” I cheered.

She began to smile and then impatiently sighed, “Thanks. I’m happy with my choice, but ever since I’ve given notice, obstacle after obstacle has begun to appear.”

I lovingly grinned, as I fully related.

“My brother,” she explained, “who is also my roommate, just had emergency surgery and now needs homecare assistance, so I’m now a nurse by day and a nurse by night. So, other than ordering new camera equipment last week, there’s been no more room for photography in my life.”

“Isn’t it something how we’re tested by the Universe to see if we’re going to lose our focus?” I empathized.

“Yes, and I know I’m going to get where I want to be,” Joanne said, “but it’s taking longer than I thought.”

We chatted about this for awhile.

Joanne knows that true commitment means never looking back.

Whenever our minds get set on a new direction, our freewill changes, so it’s extremely likely that there will be obstacles involved.

It’s like pulling up an anchor and seeing all of the remnants still attached...

We’ll get muck and seaweed and many other crazy entanglements way before we can ever set sail. -- This is why so many people stay right where they are. They’d rather feel helpless than deal with the obstacles.

I reminded Joanne of this as it was time to part ways.

“Just keep your eye on your goal no matter how turned around you might get.”

“Will do,” she said with conviction.

Two days later, I found myself questioning the reason why remnants remain.

It was during daily meditation, and my Higher Power answered me by pointing my eyes to a pile of dried up pine needles that had fallen beneath the trees.

Should the trees focus on their shedding or on their growth?

"On their growth," I mentally replied.

Is shedding part of growth?

"Yes."

This is your answer.

Another lesson learned!

Just as trees cast off their needles in order to grow, change for the better requires persistence and patience during times of separation.

We can either put all of our attention on the loss or keep some of our focus for the gain.

Freewill is harmony, so do what you please. :)

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Rose to the Occasion

2008-04-19T16:18:00.017-06:00

“But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

Winter has snapped coldly once again. Our freshly mowed lawn is covered in powder and the grey clouds are out with no signs of the sun.

A colleague of mine from the college was commenting about her mountain estate still fully buried in two feet of snow.

“It’s depressing,” she said with a frown.

Then, just as I was about to empathize with her, she fully recovered with a smile, “But, I’m learning to accept it for the good. This snow will help keep forest fires down.”

I began smiling too. What a wonderful new outlook she had!

Her quick wit allowed her to catch her negative comments and quickly turn them around.

Yet, sometimes it’s not that easy, is it?

Sometimes we can be so stuck in Ego that we’re unable to pull ourselves back up without some loving help from a friend.

Greek philosopher, Epictetus believed all human beings have the freedom to control their lives and to live in harmony with nature.

He said, “The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.”

Uplift means to “to raise; elevate” and “to exalt emotionally or spiritually.” (Webster’s)

Looking back on my life, I could have used Epictetus’ advice a little sooner.

In grade school I chose a “best friend” who liked to slug my arm and leave a bruise.

In junior high, I “befriended” two girls who were into drinking, drugs, and shoplifting, and when I didn’t give in to their peer-pressure-some-ways my face and eyes became their personal punching bag.

Things got so bad that by the time high school arrived, I began planning my own suicide.

I had written all of my goodbye notes already and was sitting in study hall wondering if anyone would even miss me once I was gone.

Then, to my genuine surprise, the pink slip arrived.

A redhead, named Tyrelle, smiled my way as she handed the pink pass to my study hall teacher.

When my name was called out, I was completely in shock.

I was a straight A student. What in the world had I done wrong?

I could barely walk down the hall to the guidance counselor’s office.

“How are you today?” Mr. Mommaerts inquired through his wide framed glasses.

Big tears pooled in my eyes like a sudden tidal wave.

“Your friend, Tyrelle, tells me you’ve been showing signs of depression. Would you care to talk about it?”

My mind began to scramble.

Tyrelle? The girl who gave me the note? She considered me a friend?

How could this be? She’s popular and outgoing and nice.

“Tyrelle tells me you’ve been more sad than usual. What’s going on in your life?”

It was at that very moment I remember finally believing I was worthy of love... and, not because I was someone’s daughter or sister or cousin or grandchild, but because someone had noticed me as I am.

After that day, Tyrelle and I became genuine friends. -- She knew how to uplift me no matter what.

Whenever times were tough, Ty and I would always give each other a rose to remind one another of our friendship and our love.

When we broke up with a boyfriend, out came the tissues and a single red rose.

If one of us was feeling distant and down, it was time for pep talk and a long stemmed rose.

Even to this day, I honestly believe Tyrelle was sent here from Heaven to keep me uplifted and authentically whole.

Before that day in the guidance counselor’s office, I never really understood what it meant to have a friend, because until I met Tyrelle I never knew how to be one.

Yet, Tyrelle and I remained great friends for many years to come.

Sadly, I was forced to present my last rose to Ty just a few years ago.

A tragic car accident had taken her young life on a cold wintery night.

I tell you this story, because staying uplifted doesn’t always come easy.

Even as I walked to my mailbox yesterday, I started thinking about how I could possibly change my outlook so the gloomy dark skies no longer feel so grey.

But, as I reached for the bundle of letters, I soon had my answer...

Ty’s 13 year old daughter was writing from the Midwest. -- Reminiscent tears streamed onto the page as I opened picture after picture of the most uplifting beautiful roses that you ever did see!!!

I miss you and love you, too, my friend, Tyrelle!

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Being Humble: How Low Can You Go?

2008-04-12T20:50:00.010-06:00

“To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness.” ~ Benjamin Franklin

Spring has Sprung, and it was definitely worth the wait! It reached 60 degrees today with even higher temps in store for tomorrow.

Our friend Jim is visiting us from the Midwest again. He's one of the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet... so humble in many ways.

To be humble means to be “modest and not arrogant" (Webster's)

Don't our Egos like the sound of that!!

But, hold the boastful boat!!

To be humble also means to be “lowly” and “to have a feeling of insignificance and inferiority.” (Webster’s)

I don't know about your's, but my Ego is putting up a lot of resistance right now.

Does being humble really mean we're expected to lower ourselves to the point of losing self-dignity and societal respect and position?

Just the mere thought of this is causing my Ego to put up a fight.

But, hold on a second.

What happens if I set my pride aside and become fully aware of my essential Self?

Ahhh. Now I get it.

Status is nothing more than an illusion. We can’t take it with us when we die, so spiritually speaking we all stand on equal ground.

Yet, isn't it true that some people live with false pretenses and do whatever it takes to appear powerful, while others believe the nail that sticks up is only asking to be hammered down, and so they make excuses for their God-given talents so as not to be perceived as prevailing?

Yet, isn’t deception and apologizing more like make-believe than modesty?

And, what about those who term success as the Tall Poppy Syndrome saying overachievement deserves public dishonor and degradation?

Do individuals who stand out from the crowd really deserve to be “cut down to size” just like the tallest poppy in the garden?

Isn’t reducing someone with insult and injury just as bad as conceited bragging and boasting?

In terms of being humble, just where do we draw the line?

Several years ago, when I was out of work, I needed to take a job as an asphalt sealer just to pay the bills. -- The work was demeaning, not to mention extremely difficult. And though my Ego felt really degraded, my spirit knew otherwise.

Being humble has nothing to do with physical form. It simply means lowering one’s spirit to a place of knowingness.

Humble and humiliate are both derived from the Latin word humus which means ground.

When we get hung up in Ego, we resist our true place in this world and often experience painful humiliation, because we’ve illusively 'lost' our pride.

Just remember this...

No one is truly humble when their Ego’s are boasting about wealth and fame, pretending to be someone they're not, cutting others down in hopes of feeling better, or pretending to be less than they are.

To truly be humble is to lower our prideful Egos so that each of our spirits may equally soar.

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Secrets to Self-Acceptance

2008-04-05T13:11:00.024-06:00

"Self-acceptance comes from meeting life's challenges vigorously. Don't numb yourself to your trials and difficulties nor build mental walls to exclude pain from your life. You will find peace not by trying to escape your problems but by confronting them." ~ Yogi, Swami Kriyananda

Another week has quickly passed. The weather has remained uncertain - as if Spring is reluctant to come out and play.

Steve and I have had the pleasure of hosting his parents this week.

It’s been really great having them around! They have generously given of themselves in so many ways...from laughter and hugs, to helping out with daily cleaning and evening meals.

Their presence has been exactly the ray of sunshine that Steve and I have needed most. (Thanks so much Mom and Dad B.!)

Having Steve’s parents here has helped me reveal my “lesson of the week,” and for those of you who aren't quite certain what this means, I’ll take a moment to explain...

Over the last couple of years, I’ve been fortunate enough to have lessons of life present themselves to me. -- I intuitively recognize that it’s my mission to openly and humbly share these lessons in my blog.

How does it work?

It’s sort of like receiving clue after clue from the Universe and then tuning in to my Higher Power to find out what it means.

This past week, for example, I continued to receive thematic messages centered around people who were hoping to hide something about themselves from someone else.

One friend, for example, was afraid to admit she has never planned a big event before, yet once she pushed past her fear, many individuals stepped forward to help out.

Another friend was debating whether or not she should use a new Vet for her pet. She was afraid that if she did, she’d have to explain herself.

I politely suggested this may be the Universe’s way of telling her she just may need to be more assertive. -- After all, the world often reflects back to us the things we need to face in order to finally move forward.

Then, just yesterday morning, Steve’s parents and I had a similar conversation.

We were relating with one another about how sometimes we want others to think we’re doing better than we really are, because we’re afraid to admit we could use some extra help or because we become fearful of what others might think.

Yet, isn’t it true that what we fear we always draw near?

I’ve come to realize that unless we come to terms with the truth, we’ll continue to be reminded of its presence in all types of shapes and forms.

And so it goes, these were my clues for the week...

I filed them carefully in my memory bank and then meditated awhile to ask what they're intended to mean.

I was sitting in an open field with Buddy near home. We had gone there to play ball, and after several rounds of fetch, he lay down to chew on a stick.

I closed my eyes and began focusing on my breathing. I became fully aware of the flat cool stone beneath my bottom, the chirping of the birds in the trees, and the light blowing wind gently caressing my face.

I consciously reached in my mind for each awaiting clue.

It seemed fear was a common theme, but why?

What is it that prevents us from speaking the truth?

Why do we sometimes hide from the world and pretend that everything’s okay?

How come we often feel like it’s better to put on a happy face than to admit we are hurting or need help?

I placed my thumbs and middle fingers together then turned my palms to face the sky.

I continued to breathe deeply while envisioning my body grounded to the earth, and then a strong stream of energy flowed freely through me, from my tailbone to my head.

White light permeated around me as my Higher Power’s words resonated calmly within.

Open your eyes.

I did as I was told.

A field of straw-like grass was protruding from the ground with a few green weeds scattered in-between.

Do you think the grass cares what the weed thinks?
Does the weed hide the fact that it’s a weed?
Does either pretend they're doing well even when they're not?

I couldn’t help but giggle.

Immediately, I knew what each clue meant.

Self is “a person’s nature or character."*
To accept means "to take or receive" and "to regard as true or sound." * (*Webster's)

When we are openly receptive to our natural character, we come to see our authentic Self.

In other words, 'how' we thrive is dependent on our admissions of the truth.

Admitting our reasons for the choices that we make or the blemishes that we bear will often come with a lot of resistance.

Why?

Because our Egos don’t like to give up control or admit we have weaknesses and faults.

We fear we won’t be accepted or liked, which is an ultimate test of our being.

This helps explain why we sometimes hide from the truth by saying we shouldn’t have to explain our actions or justify our decisions to any one about any thing at any time.

Yet, just as the grass comes with its weeds, we, too, have foibles and faults.

Personal growth can only flourish when we fully accept our Self -- All flaws and all.

The acceptance of Self has no tolerance for measuring and no room for fears, so take time every day to stand in front of a mirror and loudly and positively declare... (Fill in the 'blank' for your Self.) - “Despite my own fear of (BLANK), I wholly and completely accept my Self.”

Complete self-acceptance means knowingly appreciating, validating, and supporting everything about your Self exactly as it is, in-the-here-and-the-now.

Think of the reception of Self as a gift of personal awareness for self-improvement.

Self-acceptance is admitting to trusted friends that we’re hurting so they can finally help us heal; it’s tactfully disclosing our preferences so we may move forward on our spiritual path; and it’s revealing our weaknesses to confidants so that stronger talents now have the room to emerge.

So, go ahead, accept your Self. You'll feel so much better when you do!

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Give your Self a Fresh Start

2008-03-29T08:31:00.007-06:00

“If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down.” ~ America's Sweetheart, Mary Pickford

This week Winter has Spring spinning with confusion as snow and hail greet the ground.

It’s been pretty fascinating watching fresh blankets of powder cover the lawn again and again and again -- Each time followed by sunshine that melts it all away once more.

These recent weather patterns remind me a lot of the stress cycle which constantly replays in our life again and again and again until something else occurs that can fully bring the situation back to light.

A few days ago I spoke to a group of business professionals about this very topic.

Just how does one remain calm during stressful situations?

The fun group of participants began discussing events in their life that often trigger a negative response.

Take the weather for example...

Let’s say the sun hasn’t shined in awhile...

How does this event make you feel?

Or, shall I say, “How do you make your Self feel?”

That’s right. You’re in control of how you feel with every occurrence in your life.

You can allow it to negatively affect your entire day, yet is that really the outcome that you desire?

Regardless of the situation, always ask your Self, “How does this thought make me feel?”

Not so good?

Then see your response as an opportunity to take a look at your life from a glowing new perspective.

In other words, give your Self a FRESH START!

Fresh means “newly made.” Start means a “beginning.” (Webster’s).

Newly made beginnings are part of our gifts of choice.

That’s right! Every day we get to choose how we wish to respond.

What’s your view of the world?

Are we in a falling recession, or is this finally our chance to get some really good deals?

Is the rising cost of fuel pure tragedy, or rather a wonderful opportunity to “Go Green?”

Do you fear falling sick with the flu, or instead welcome wellness with healing thoughts and positive energy?

Are you eating each bite feeling guilty of your weight, or are you fully aware and appreciative of your food?

Do you fill your brain with confusing controversy (like "entertaining" lie detectors on TV?),or do you remember that your brain doesn’t know the difference between fantasy and reality and so you carefully choose what you watch, how you feel and what you do?

Fresh Starts are always good!

Whether it’s a dark blanket of clouds covering up the sun, another Spring snowfall, or an opportunity to react to that which life presents, choose to be fully aware and awake. Consciously move your Self out of the conditioned negative thought patterns, and move toward a newly made beginning instead.

Begin by simply becoming more aware of your perspective.

Turn your self-talk into words that will nurture rather than words that will hurt.

Begin to look at the world with a fresh pair of eyes, and ask your Self "What can I do to fully control the situation?"

Trust your intuition and try it out.

If it feels right, then it is.

And, remember.... “Enjoy the Experience” (tm) come what may!

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IMPORTANT NOTE: Earth Hour is today, 3/29! Commit to energy conservation by turning off your lights between 8:00pm and 9:00pm in your local time zone.

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Spiritual Transformation and Adaptation

2008-03-22T20:14:00.015-06:00

I spent the first full day of Spring inside the National Park where I spotted this graceful and elegant swan.

It is said that the swan is a symbol of transformation. -- How absolutely fitting given my meeting with the fertility specialist last week.

Swans are said to be symbolic of surrendering to the power of the Great Spirit, for accepting one’s ability to know what lies ahead, and to keep paying attention to one’s internal intuition.

Though I couldn’t help but place a little hope on the remaining 1% chance of finally getting pregnant, my meditation last week led me to believe that I was reaching for something that just wasn’t meant to be.

Since then I’ve undergone some major shifts in my being.

Back in 2005, when Steve and I received a message from our angel, Ed, that adoption was an option, deep down we still believed we’d be able to conceive a baby with no problems on our own.

These past few days, however, I’ve come to feel differently now.

At this point in life, Steve and I are clearly being presented the chance to experience something not many individuals ever get to face.

How many people are put in a position where they must seriously consider adopting or fostering in order to have a child in their life?

Even in the board game called LIFE your chances of landing on a “baby boy” space or “baby girl” space are really pretty good.

People just go on their merry little way in their little plastic cars adding their blue pegged boys and pink pegged girls, not really giving much thought as to why they landed on the spaces that they did.

Yet, even after Steve and I chose the “Get Married” path, the spinner still never pointed us toward a child of our own.

Perhaps that’s because every time we landed on an "Adoption" space, we put the pedal to the metal and gave the wheel another go.

Mind you, we have nothing against fostering or adoption. In fact, for the longest time, we thought of them as two wonderful alternatives.

We even put our names on a waiting list back in the Midwest “just to be safe.”

It was then we discovered that out of all of the adoption options available we’d feel most comfortable taking on a child classified by the system as “special needs.”

Contrary to what most people think, a special needs child doesn’t necessarily mean one with physical disabilities.

Though this can be one factor of several considerations, most special needs children are older and beyond the toddler stage.

Perhaps they have brothers and sisters. Perhaps they’ve experienced trauma in some dramatic way and now need more love to help heal the pain...

Regardless of their situation, there's many children in this world just hoping and praying for a family who will offer them love and consistency, yet sadly they're bypassed and often overlooked.

Even after moving to the mountains, Steve and I explored the special needs fostering and adopting path, yet we continued to remain hopeful that we’d get pregnant on our own.

But, God works in mysterious ways.

Over the course of the past seven years our spirits have been shifting....

Yet despite these strong spiritual pulls, our stubborn pride has gotten in the way, preventing us from fully following its light...

You might say our Egos have been sitting in the dark with just a little flashlight unable to admit until now that the batteries are nearly drained.

Since seeing the fertility specialist, I've become awakened to the truth! And, as Steve often says, it’s now time to Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome!

We’ll improvise by giving up on the idea of conception. In order to do this, we must adapt.

Adapt means “to adjust or modify fittingly; to make suitable to conditions.” (Webster’s)

Now that I’ve learned my physical body is simply not wired to have a child, it will be important to adapt emotionally, intellectually and spiritually so that all pieces of my Self become fully aligned and complete.

Like all stages of personal adaptation, this will involve shifting my thoughts, my perceptions and my personal beliefs about the world and about my Self.

First off, not being able to conceive a child doesn’t mean I’m less of a woman or undeserving in any way. It simply means I’m being called to fulfill a duty that not many women are ever asked to fulfill.

(Yes, I'm talking to myself.)

Secondly, it means being stronger than ever... Having so much courage that I'm able to give more love than most people are ever asked to give.

This will be the ultimate act of altruism!...

Setting aside all selfishness and all fears to answer to nature's calling and to follow the Divine so completely that we finally fully adapt and miraculously overcome!

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The Truth Hurts (?)

2008-03-15T14:44:00.047-06:00

The mountain sat upon the plain, In his Eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere.

The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor. ~ Emily Dickinson

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I took my place at my favorite park’s picnic table on Friday afternoon when Mother Nature presented a mirror in which I finally looked.

What began as slush-like snow turned into lightly falling rain.

Off to my right, the clouds began to separate just enough for the sun to fully emerge while the rain continued to fall.

I then turned to my left, expecting to see much the same, amazed to find the blue sky pushing away the rain while half of the moon brightly appeared in opposite direction of the sun.

It was as if I were in two different worlds....

Blue sky and the moon on my left. -- Falling rain with the sun on my right.

Neither made much sense at all, yet both were beautiful just the same.

(More on that in a moment....)

Allow me to tell you that Steve and I have had a rollercoaster week:

First, my friend Nicole and her husband announced the birth of their baby boy! (Welcome Aiden Thomas!)

That very same day, a fertility specialist in the area candidly shared with me that, according to statistics, my odds of getting pregnant are now less than 1%. (Ouch.)

One day later we received devastating news that a friend of ours had died. He was only 40 and married just four years. (Connie, we’re so very sorry!);

That same afternoon, we received a phone call from our friend Lindsey who happily announced her engagement to Kris. (Congratulations!)

Talk about ups and downs.

Life and death.

Loss and Love.

It’s been 7 years in trying to get pregnant.

When the doctor announced that odds were against us, he paused for a moment, apologizing then for being so open and forthright.

“The truth sometimes hurts,” he said, “but at least you now know what you’re up against.”

His words have remained with me all this week.

Does the truth really hurt, and if so, why?

Truth is defined as “the true state of a matter.” (Webster’s)

True means “real; genuine; authentic.” (Webster’s)

From a spiritual perspective, “true” represents the Divine, and since our Higher Power has only love to offer, “the truth hurts” phrase is without a doubt an oxymoron.

That being said, why, then, did my new doctor’s words cause me so much pain?

(Back to the park....)

As I sat upon that picnic table, watching the dazzling seasonal dances in the sky, I began to shed some tears.

Just like the weather, I was feeling both saddened and relieved.

Thankfully, the voice of my Higher Power emerged...

Look at the moon;
See the tops of the pines;
Examine the blades of the grass.

I gazed at each a moment.

Tell me what you see.

Answering in my mind...

I see a moon that is stretching upward in hopes of meeting the sun; I see trees that are reaching outward in hopes of receiving more rain; And I see blades of grass that are restless and not yet extended to where they’re really wanting to be.

The truth resonated through me once again...

See the moon again with new found eyes.
Follow the trunk of the tree.
Look closely at the blades of the grass and tell me what you see.

Blinking away my tears, I did exactly as I was instructed.

Miraculously, the moon appeared to be swimming in the sky just like a felicitous cookie dunked in milk.

I inhaled deeply, not yet certain of my lesson.

Then, I carefully scanned the trees...

Each trunk led my vision to its deeply planted roots, letting me know with certainty that satisifaction was clearly present exactly where they stood.

I was in awe.

My eyes then shifted downward to the dormant grass beneath my dangling feet...

Each dewy blade was resting peacefully showing no signs of disappointment nor despair.

Instinctively and immediately I knew that my original perceptions of the moon and the treetops and the blades of grass reaching outward were simply mirror messages of my relentless and painful struggle over the last seven long infertile years.

Confirmation followed...

It’s time to stop reaching.
This is your truth.
See it for what it is, and you’ll no longer feel any pain.

Tears continued falling and continue to even as I write.

I can now see how similar my emotions have been to the ever-changing weather...

I'm still in transition, trying my best to come to terms with the fact that pregnancy for Steve and I is simply not part of God's plan.

I share with you this lesson, because the truth hurts.... but only because I’ve resisted it.

And, though my Ego can’t help but feel like a chicken who will never lay an egg, I've come to now know that I must stop reaching for what clearly will never be, and to instead focus solely on adoption which has been patiently waiting for me to finally see the truth.

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Awaken to your Self

2008-03-08T15:39:00.017-07:00

It’s nearly 50 degrees today with promises of even higher temps tomorrow.

A couple of days ago I walked down to the river to breathe in the pleasant sights and sounds of the remaining melting snow.

Flocks of geese were migrating overhead as sweet singing robins joyously appeared along with magnificent rays of the sun.

How beautiful it is to be aware and to be still!

Once I arrived back home, I flipped on the local weather. It was then that the forecaster remarked, “Daylight savings time will unfortunately mean losing an hour this season.”

I flicked off the channel and reprogrammed his words.

Moving our clocks ahead will not mean a loss. It will mean a gain...

A gain of more sunshine means more light, and with more light, comes a longer lasting awakening.

I know. I know. Some of you are thinking, “But we will “lose” a whole hour of sleep.”

Literally, yes we will, but rather than looking at this through the hands of time, consider looking at this from a spiritual perspective...

Awaken means “to come or bring to awareness.” (Webster’s)

The more we are awake, the more we come to know.

There are some of you reading this blog who aren’t yet spiritually awakened. -- You're reading this message and wondering “Just what in the world is she talking about?”

This simply means you’re not yet ready, and that's okay. -- When you are ready, your imaginary fears will begin to disappear, and you’ll start to challenge your old conditioned thinking. -- When this happens, you’ll finally awaken to your true Self. You'll have a deeper recognition of your inner-voice, and, just like a bear coming out of hibernation, you’ll begin to crave the sweetness of understanding and want to know more.

For most of you reading this, you’re already full of awareness and recognition, but you may not be able to make it last. You awaken and then sleep, awaken and then sleep. This simply means your true Self is still at the stage of taking naps. :)

That’s okay too. -- Be patient with your Self.

When you are ready, you’ll fully transition and emerge.

For those of you fully enlightened and aware, you have learned how to stop your Ego self from slipping back into your old conditioned ways. With few exceptions, you have come to recognize truth from illusion. Congratulations for joining the collective conscious!

No matter what phase you’re in, I'm sure many of you have heard about Oprah Winfrey’s new 10 part on-line series with author, Eckhart Tolle, who described an awakening as an ultimate shift in consciousness

http://event.oprah.com/videochannel/archive/archive_player.html?lesson1

In Eckhart’s words we are not our thought processes or the voices in our head. -- We are not our conditioning. We are not the future and we are not the past. When we make peace with the moment... when we accept, rather than resist ... We are ready to be awakened, and the access point is NOW.

I couldn’t agree more.

Spiritual awakening begins from within.

Start your day by not just rousing yourself from sleep. Fully awaken in the present moment by tapping into all of your senses.

When you reach for your coffee cup in the morning, feel the ceramic handle against your gripping fingers; listen to the bubbling steamy water percolate through the filter as it hits the robust roasted beans; watch the rich dark liquid flow from the narrow spout and into your cup; allow its rich aroma to greet your awaiting lips as it swirls upon your tongue.

"A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born." ~ Author of The Little Prince

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Cadences of Life

2008-03-01T18:49:00.021-07:00

“How soft the music of those village bells,

Falling at intervals upon the ear,

In cadence sweet!”

~ Poet, William Cowper

After attending a symphony event with Steve last weekend I’ve been giving more and more thought to the cadences of life.

Cadence is defined as “the flow or rhythm of events, especially the pattern in which something is experienced.” (Webster’s)

As Steve and I took our seats up in the balcony, I glanced at the Arabian Nights' program guide just before the lights went dim.

The theme of the concert focused on a Persian Queen named Scheherazade whose life was spared because of her gifted ability to story tell.

As the conductor took his place on stage, Scheherazade’s fascinating stories came to life...

A stern brass section represented the sultan King who would come to decide if Scheherazade’s life would come to conclusion or continue for awhile.

Also in cadence, was Scheherazade’s sweet voice floating freely through the weaving tales of the woodwinds, telling sinuous stories about Sinbad and the sea.

Each ebb and flow of the story rocked the audience in a cradle of ocean waves, keeping the fictional sultan and his followers at the very edges of their seat.

And so the story goes, Scheherazade was saved from execution because of her clever ability to create a suspending segue to each and every 1,001 Arabian stories and tales.

Yes, cadence has many chords.

Just like the song of life, our own melodic experiences can be very strong or very weak.

A weak cadence has no root in its position. This happens when we whimsically float through life without any rhyme or reason. -- It’s when we get so busy with daily routine we hypnotically move through the world unaware and unawake.

An authentic cadence is one in which to reach. -- It means taking the time to be fully aware of our goals by recognizing where we are now in the moment and where we are hoping to be.

Is your personal cadence magically authentic or imperfectly weak?

Life is an ever changing sheet of music -- some notes are eruptive... some tranquil and sweet.

Are you fully aware of your sequential sound?

Do you hold each moment in such fascination and anticipation that every turn of life becomes appreciatively tuneful?

Spend some time now consciously becoming mindful of your own unique melodious sounds of nature.

Ask yourself: Where am I going? Where have I been?

Life is a musical masterpiece.

How does your cadence sound?

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Perception is Everything

2008-02-23T18:35:00.017-07:00

“All our knowledge has its origin in perceptions” – Leonardo da Vinci

What a phenomenal lunar eclipse we experienced this week! The full moon lit up the sky, completely disappeared and then fully re-appeared. It was amazing to watch!

My sister sent me an email a couple of days later explaining that a lunar eclipse is a full moon “super-charged.” When the moon’s reflection gets blocked, we’re left in the dark. When we no longer see the light, our viewpoints get twisted.

Perhaps this is why people say “perception is everything.”

Perception is defined as “cognition, understanding and immediate or intuitive recognition or appreciation.” (Webster’s)

To perceive is “to become aware of; to know.” (Webster’s)

How often do we have twisted views of our Self?

When we aren’t operating in the light, we experience false perceptions, full of shadows and doubts.

This came into realization last night when I went night skiing with a couple of girlfriends...

“I’m not really good yet,” I explained to my friends. “This is only my second season skiing in the mountains.”

“Neither are we,” they laughed. “But, we’ll have a lot of fun.”

The sun sat low in the bright blue sky as we headed up the lift. Shadows from the trees moved in unison as the high speed chairs swept us up the mountain and onto the ridge.

We took off down a run, and I quickly learned just how inexperienced I was compared to them.

After just one intermediate run, I was already huffing and puffing, and they were barely winded.

“Let’s do this one while we still have some sun,” said one friend pointing toward a more advanced run.

“Sounds good,” the other said. Then she flew down the mountain in perfect formation.

My other friend followed, as my legs began to shake.

“The shadows have set in,” she called out from ahead. “Be careful. It’s pretty icy.”

I could see her light blue jacket whizzing down the slope.

The run was a slalom, so it was much narrower than most of the runs I have done, and though I had gone skiing the whole day before, I hadn't yet worked my way up to this level yet.

My heart began to race.

This was my first time out with these girls, so my Ego wanted to look good, yet how was I going to do this without making a complete fool of myself?

“I can do this,” I told myself. “I WILL get down safely.”

I slowly began to traverse the mountainside, but the snow was really crusted. I could barely keep an edge.

Moments later, down I went.

Picture this... One pole was lying vertically above my head, the other far off to my right. Both of my skis had miraculously popped off near my feet. -- From an eagle’s point of view I would have looked like a big “arms and legs flailed” splat in the snow.

Though I was embarrassed and nervous, I mustered up enough strength to pull myself up the mountain to retrieve my first pole.

I slowly turned my body to get my other pole and skis.

I could barely make out my friends. I could tell they were standing at the base of the mountain patiently waiting for me.

This only made me more nervous. -- I had wished they weren’t watching. I felt so silly really.

Deep down I knew I shouldn’t be embarrassed. I have only had two ski lessons, and compared to their 15+ years of skiing, I was still so new at this.

Vertigo began to set in...

I started to feel a little dizzy, so I stopped looking at the drop off and focused only on my footing.

I knew there’d be no way I’d be able to pop my skis back on at this angle. because I was just too inexperienced for the steepness of the slope.

I carefully lifted my skis and my poles off the ground and started my trek down the snowy cliff.

As you might imagine, I felt like a mountain goat without any hooves. -- Each step I took was cautious and deliberate.

I carefully dug the heels of each boot into the heavy packed snow with each and every step, positioning my skis and poles off to the side so as not to slip and fall.

Finally, when I was close enough, I called out to my friends.

“Please go on without me,” I yelled.

“Never,” they shouted. “We’re in this with you.”

“Please,” I nearly begged. “This is embarrassing.”

“Okay,” they gave in, “We’ll do another run and meet you at the bottom.”

From the looks of it, I still had at least 500 yards to move.

My entire body was full of sweat, and my muscles were really weak.

As soon as I felt it was safe, I inched over to the side of the slope and fully collapsed in the snow.

I was just so very tired. -- I needed to rest for awhile.

Several yards ahead of me, an older gentleman lost his footing and took a digger too.

"Rome wasn't build in a day," his friend yelled as she raced down the slope.

Determined, he spent several minutes struggling to try and punch back on his skis.

Finally, he gave up from exhaustion, grabbed his skis and poles and started sliding down on his rump.

“Looks like we’re in the same boat,” he yelled as he slid on passed me.

I began to laugh.

We were definitely a sight to see, yet how wonderful it was to not be in this alone.

Having watched this man try to lift himself up with such determination helped me work up enough courage to want to try again too, so after a few more deep breaths I made another attempt to punch on my skis.

Would you believe after just a little effort, I WAS able to do it!

Whoo-Hoo!

Though I was pretty nervous about the whole thing and my muscles felt like jelly, I was able to finally ski back down safely to the base of the mountain.

And, yes, by the time I reached the ground, my friends had already gotten back from their second run.

(Hysterical, I know... You can stop chuckling now please.)

“Please go on without me,” I pleaded to my friends. “My entire body feels like an over-stretched rubber-band.”

“Are you sure?” they questioned.

“I insist,” I said.

Off they went like two foxy bunnies in the snow. -- If only I were half as good as them.

After 30 minutes of rest, I chose an easy green run to regain my confidence.

Half way through the course, my muscles began to really burn. It was becoming very apparent that skiing two days in a row was taking its toll on me.

Stop here.

It was my Higher Power directing me to rest awhile more.

I pushed down the tips of my poles into the binds of my skis to release my boots. Then, I sat back into a drift and planted my Self firmly in the snow.

The coolness of mother's nature's ice-pack felt really good on my legs.

I closed my eyes and began to go within.

Suddenly a rush of messages began to flow to me...

Perceive your Self as someone who can face her fears.

Perceive your Self as someone who can face humiliation.

Perceive your Self as someone who will no longer remain paralyzed in fear.

Perceive your Self as someone who is finally living in the Light.

I began to smile and then opened my eyes.

There out in the distance was the most spectacular view of the setting sun. -- Its loving warm orange and yellow rays of energy filled my entire essence with patience and love, giving me a whole new wonderful perception of ME! :)

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ETE

Love Birds

2008-02-16T16:50:00.020-07:00

The mountain caps are slowly melting as Winter makes its final rounds.

There’s been fluffy snow in the morning and 40 degree sunshine by mid-afternoon.

Being in the mountains now is like living the best of both worlds!!

And, though I haven’t seen a robin as of yet, the magpies are indeed back. The pleasant sounds of these big black and white birds is a sure sign that spring is right around the corner.

While I’m on the “bird” topic, let me share with you something very “soul-felt” that happened to me this week.

As you know, it was Valentine’s Day on Thursday, and though I realize not all of my readers celebrate this day, I did spend some time anticipating it and did get my hopes up pretty high.

Let me share with you that Steve and I haven’t had a vacation in nearly two years, and I’ve had a hard time with this given we use to travel so much.

Given we both jumped into a new state and new jobs, we're still catching up, and as a result, our relationships has been a little strained.

So, for some strange reason, I began to believe that Steve would surprise me with something very romantic on Valentine’s Day. -- Perhaps it's because I had hinted quite a bit about needing him to woo me more, though hinting doesn't count.

As many girls do, I had envisioned Steve waking me up and offering me a loving foot massage while feeding me chocolate covered strawberries and white sparkling wine.

I know. I know... It's a little silly really, but a girl can dream, can’t she? ;)

In reality, Steve slept in longer than usual then rushed off to work.

As you might imagine, I was pretty disappointed given I was all set to receive, yet deep down I knew I was really being selfish given he was the one who had to work.

My Ego, however, honestly believed Steve was still going to surprise me, and so I spent most of the day cleaning, cooking, baking, shoveling and “setting the stage” for the big romantic night so as not to be outdone.

(Notice the crumbling "intention" foundation which was doomed from the start.)

The smell of homemade spaghetti was permeating the room. Fresh oatmeal raisin cookies were packaged up in a bright shiny heart-covered bag, and next to it was a mushy mylar balloon held in place by an “I Love You” string attached to a sentimental greeting card.

By mid-afternoon, I began to wonder if Steve had forgotten about me, so I picked up the phone and called him at work. -- I let him know dinner was ready and also confirmed our plans for the evening.

I could tell from the background noise that he was pretty busy at the time.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, by the way, " he said, just before we both hung up. "Your card is in my nightstand in the bedroom.”

I began to sigh as I hung up the phone.

Is this really what marriage is like after 10 years have passed?

Though a part of me wanted to cry, I had just applied my makeup, :) and I also knew I had a choice...

I could either pop the balloon, tear up the card, and eat all the cookies, or...I could try the neutral approach and see how it went.

By the time Steve arrived home, I had eaten 3 cookies - LOL - and my mind was a mess.

Part of me was upset, yet part of me was still pretty hopeful.

“You seem upset,” Steve observed.

“No, I’m just running behind,” I said, forcing a smile.

“No worries,” Steve encouraged. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” I replied. “I just don’t want to be late.”

I shut off the stove, presuming the spaghetti noodles were cooked, but when I put them in the strainer, I realized they were still pretty hard.

“Ahhhh,” I cried. “This is not turning out as I had hoped.”

Thinking quickly, Steve grabbed a plastic container, flipped the noodles into it, and then put a lid on it so the noodles could steam.

“I tell you what," Steve suggested, "How about we eat after we get home?”

I glanced at the clock.

“Okay,” I said, “but I know this event is not something you really want to do, so promise me you won’t be cranky because you haven’t eaten yet and please don’t complain, okay?”

“Promise,” Steve assured.

Though I was a bit hestitant about the night, because I was uncertain about how Steve would react, I was very much looking forward to attending an IONS meeting with him.

Steve drove us to a neighboring town then held my hand as we walked into the unfamiliar building. (brownie points!!)

The meeting room was packed. There must have been more than 60 people there.

The event began with a Native American sage smudging ceremony which was said to dispel the room of any evil energies.

Steve carefully took the handmade bowl in his left hand and cupped the herb scented air with his right. He then waved the thick smoke of the sage over his entire body and handed the bowl to me.

I was quite impressed, as I had forgotten he had seen this ritual performed many times when he worked as a security guard for a Native American tribe back in Wisconsin.

I followed Steve's lead, asking God to please clear away any negative energy that might yet be lingering between us.

A few minutes later the lead facilitator struck a beautiful singing bowl with his leather wrapped mallet. -- It was one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

Its harmonic overtones filled the room.

We were told we were to connect to our sacred selves and then ask for a vision from above.

Next, the facilitator began playing a hypnotic CD which was said to assist in relaxation.

“Please close your eyes,” the facilitator proclaimed, “and allow your mind to go where it will.”

I inhaled deeply and began to meditate.

Are you there, God?

I’m always with you, Michelle.

Please show me a sign, Lord, so I know Steve and I are going to be alright.

Within seconds a beautiful bird appeared in my mind. -- It was the most fantastic creature I have ever seen.

The entire body was filled with every color of the rainbow, and though it seems impossible, it appeared to be smiling at me.

Then, a majestic waterfall appeared. -- I found my Self standing under it and embraced in the arms of Steve.

We were joyous and happy and in love.

Moments later the facilitator called us back to our present surroundings.

I couldn't help but wonder what my vision could possibly mean.

On our car ride back home, I turned to Steve, “Did you get any type of vision?”

“I saw a lot of purple,” he said, “but I don’t meditate as much as you, so everything looked like a blob.”

I began to laugh.

“I saw the most beautiful colored bird,” I said. “I don’t even know how to describe it. -- It was just so fascinating to me. – Then, I saw us holding each other under a waterfall. It was so purifying and so serene.”

“That sounds nice,” Steve confirmed.

Since then, a couple of days have passed, but much has happened.

Yesterday, I learned that the color purple represents very spiritual thoughts, which was very awesome for Steve indeed.

As for my vision, it wasn't until today that I learned what it really means...

I was doing research on magpies this afternoon to ensure my opening paragraph was naming the correct bird. -- It was then when everything began to fall into place.

I learned that magpies are believed to bring both good and evil depending on one’s perception. -- Perhaps, it's because they're both black and white...

This is apparently just one of many Native American signs for the spirit.

Then, as fate would have it, I was pulled to type in the words “rainbow bird,” and once I did, the most beautiful picture of a rainbow lorikeet appeared.

I gasped aloud!

Would you believe this is the same bird that had appeared in my vision?!!

As you might imagine, I’m still completely filled with awe!

Because Native American tradition holds that visions are to be interpreted by the receiver, I knew only I would know why this very fascinating bird appeared to me as a sign.

It turns out the rainbow lorikeet is a native of Australia and can live to be 20 years old, and, get this... this precious colorful bird chooses a mate for life!

What a wonderful gift from above! -- This once again confirms that our inner-Self holds all the answers we need!!

I now realize my selfish approach to Valentine’s Day was the reason I began to descend.

Descend means “to move or come down; to approach especially in a greedy or hasty manner.” (Webster’s)

It wasn't until I chose neutrality that I became more open minded and started to ascend.

Ascend means “to move, climb, or go upward; to go toward the source or beginning.” (Webster’s)

Though I never did get a foot rub or those decadent strawberries and wine, I did get an even greater gift... I was able to spiritually ascend with my husband into the light and now know with certainty this is exactly where I should be!

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ETE

Living on the Edge

2008-02-09T16:34:00.002-07:00

Passion is defined as “ strong or extravagant fondness; a powerful or compelling emotion; an instance or experience of strong love.” - (Webster's)

I had an amazingly adventurous week and am happy to live to tell about it.

On Tuesday I ventured out with five others from the resort to partake in one of the most intense adrenaline rushes of my life! --The last time I felt so alive was when Steve and I rode our motorcycle over 8000 miles roundtrip to Alaska.

Allow me to paint the picture...

There were six rookies, including me, and two experienced guides about to climb a mountain on separate snowmobiles. It was my first time riding the powder on a sled, and let me tell you the accumulation here is reaching record highs. -- It’s a snowmachining dream!

I hopped on a 4-stroke 660 Arctic Cat, and though some might say this was a baby in terms of cc’s, this mountain cat was a much bigger breed than I was ever use to seeing.

The first few minutes were spent at the base of the mountain so we could get a feel of our new machine.

We were just a few short miles from our land, and my mind began to be pulled back toward the shack. -- The last time Steve and I were there we were cutting down our Christmas tree.

After a short training session, all the sleds lined up for a fun drag race across a 20 acre field. Since my sled was the only electric start, I took the lead, and then quickly learned luxury has its trade off.

The heavy weight of the 2-seater bogged me down so much that I fell behind the rest of the pack, and as I turned to circle toward the finish line the long tracks of the snowmobile sunk me deeply into slush.

The only line I would be crossing was the icy mire of a beaver pond.

It took both guides to dig me out, and after we all had a good laugh about it, we headed up the mountain to try out some of the widely groomed trails.

The tracks ran nicely along the smooth terrain, and I grew more confident in my abilities.

Then, a series of moguls appeared, and though each bump was a fun one, I felt like I was in a speed boat riding the waves and catching too much air.

I let off the throttle just as the trails became ungroomed.

The guides motioned for us to form a single file. -- I took the rear and one guide took the tail. Then suddenly just like the elevation, the weather began to take a turn.

A heavy fog rolled in. -- The glare of the snow, the mist and the brume began to blend as one.

My pulse quickened as distress made its presence known.

Visibility was down to just 10 feet ahead, and the sled in front of me was kicking up so much powder that I opted to decelerate as its blurry tail-lights darkened to a shadow and then fully disappeared.

I slowed to a snail’s pace until I could finally see, but when I looked in my rear view mirror, the guide was nowhere in sight.

Unbeknownst to me, he had darted through the woods, leaving me all alone in the spooky haze of the woods.

Then, just like an egg being divided between its egg white and its yolk, I could feel my soul separate from my body as my brain began believing the illusions that tend to tag along with fear.

Though my hands continued to control the levers, I was unable to see the trail. -- It was like riding the tracks of a train on the edge of a cliff, hoping and praying you wouldn’t derail.

“Hey Beautiful,” I heard in my head.

It was the familiar voice of Tom - a long-time friend of Steve’s who had just passed away last year.

Was he here to tell me my time was finally up?

My heart raced faster, and then I mentally replied. “Tom, is that really you?”

“It’s really me,” he comforted, “and Corey’s here too.”

Familiar chills ran up my spine.

Corey and Tom had been the best of friends as long as I could remember, but four years before Tom’s death, Corey had passed away too.

“How are you doing?” Corey chimed in.

Hearing these kind voices from the past helped me realize they weren’t sent to take me away but were here to keep me company for awhile.

Strange as this may sound, Corey and Tom were both snowmobile enthusiasts who had lived and died by their passion.

Just as Steve’s dying wish is to leave this world on a motorcycle, Corey and Tom both died on a snowmobile and wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Though a small part of me remained in fear and wondered if the end was really near, a bigger part of me knew that if anyone could keep me safely on course, these two passionate sledheads would be the ones to do it!

My snowmobile continued to robotically move as it crept its way through the blinding mist and snow.

Then, just a few minutes later the guide’s headlights came in sight. Seeing his presence was like a beacon in the night, pointing me back to the group.

Not yet even half way through the ride, Corey and Tom continued to assure me they would remain by my side.

I began to relax a little more when the group of sleds in front me came to a screetching halt.

We had reached the highest point of elevation, and the icy snow was whipping sideways. -- The snow was so deep and so heavy that even the lead guide was unable to safely blaze a trail without the help of his colleague.

“Cut your engines,” the lead guide yelled. “We’ll be back in 15 minutes. We need to see if there’s a safe way to get everyone down in all of this snow. -- If not, we’ll have to turn around and come back the way we started.”

I hugged my fingers to the last of the heat piping through the hand warmers then slowly turned off the key.

My friend Ron, who had been riding in front of me got off his sled and brushed himself off.

“This is nuts,” he shouted.

“I agree,” I laughed, "but it's also a little fun."

Ron grabbed his camera and began to snap some pictures. (The photo is courtesy of him. - Thanks Ron!)

The woman in front of him, named Terry, was barely visible to me. (Note: I later learned that she had flown over the handlebars of her sled while I was lost in the woods. Apparently, she nearly drove off the side of the cliff, and luckily, the deep snow had acted like a safety net to pull her back in.-- So glad you're okay Terry!!)

Terry hopped off her sled and began to stretch.

“Do you think they’ll be back?” she nervously blared.

“I hope so,” Ron yelled. “This is really intense.”

“Tell me about it,” I shouted against the wailing wind.

“Call me crazy, but my husband and I knew two guys back in Wisconsin who knew everything there was to know about snowmobiles. They are both deceased now, but they’ve been with me this entire time. They keep telling me that everything will be okay.”

“That’s reassuring,” Ron smiled. “Right now we could use all the help we can get.”

A grueling hour passed before we were all finally rescued.

We had to file one-by-one down the side of the mountain. --The ridge was so rocky and so steep, there was no other way.

My snowmobile was the heaviest of the bunch. -- The leads had nicknamed it the Cadillac, so the only safe way to guide me down the cliff was to have me move to the passenger seat while one of the leads took control of my sled. -- I watched him plant his feet firmly on the left floor board as he shifted all of his weight to the side to keep us from tipping over the edge.

“Lean to the far left,” he warned, “This will be steep, so hang on!”

I held my breath and clung to the safety bars.

The ride down was so nerveracking and bumpy that at one point my helmet slammed into the back of the guide.

“We’re with you,” Corey reassured me.

“Just enjoy the experience” Tom joked.

I couldn’t help but smile.

I finally made it back down that mountain. -- Thank you God!

Not only did the entire ordeal bond me more closely to everyone, but I now finally understand why true passion is said to take your breath away.

"Without passion, man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." — Author, Henri Frederic Amiel

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ETE - P.S. Happy Birthday wishes today to my mother-in-law Bonnie!

Spirituality in the Workplace

2008-02-02T16:37:00.001-07:00

Heaven’s snow crew has been working hard dumping snow down into the Valley. As much as Steve and I love the fresh powder, seeing it fall from the sky each day had begun to stress us out.

A few days ago we finally broke down and bought a snow blower.

Watching that snow-munching machine work its way through the heavy packed snow in the apron of the driveway was totally worth the investment!!

Steve and I now have more free-time to do the things we love... like taking walks in the winter wonderland and heading up to the mountain to downhill ski.

Watching the snow pile up on the side of the driveway was so much fun to watch.

How fascinating it is to think each ice crystal that forms as a flake is completely unique in shape and form.

Just as no two snowflakes are the same, everyone has their own set of unique core values.

I had the chance to talk about this on a radio interview for WebTalkRadio toward the latter part of the week.

Radio host and author Nan Russell and I spent several minutes of the segment talking about how principals and authenticity tie into spirituality in the workplace.

“I’m so happy you agreed to be a guest.” Nan remarked at the conclusion of the show. “So many business professionals need to hear your message. They often get confused and think spirituality is about religion.”

I knowingly began to smile.

Though we may not be snowflakes, we are unique. -- We all have our own set of footprints, handprints, molecular makeup and sets of core values.

For this very reason, everyone's version of spirituality is bound to be different.

Spirituality pertains to the spirit which means “the vital principal in humans mediating between body and soul.” (Webster’s)

We're all spiritual entities needing nourishment of our soul. We all want a significant experience, a greater sense of purpose and a stronger depth of meaning.

Spirituality is the recognition and awareness of this. -- It's being a part of the whole.

For businesses, this means taking on employees who feel a part of the team.

Begin by hiring employees who align well with your mission and your vision. -- Core ethics and values should match for happiness and harmony to flow.

There should be a spirit of connectedness among the organization. -- Employees want more than just feeling like they're a body programmed to go to work.

Relationships need to be meaningful. -- Employees should feel they have a say and a place.

Take the time to really get to know your staff. Understand their primary personality styles, know their preferred means of learning, and help keep each individual inspired by really knowing their passions and their dreams.

This is the essence of spirituality in the workplace.

From new-hire onboarding, to goal-setting and performance reviews, continuous communication is key!

Take time out for weekly 1-on-1’s, interactive training, and fun team building activities.

Create a sacred space for brainstorming and truthfulness.

Allow your employees freedom to be creative, imaginative and innovative.

Get your employees involved in decision making so they feel like their inner-voices have been heard... Participative management has been proven to improve turn-over time and time again.

Allow for flex-time so home and work life can be balanced.

Make it 'okay' to laugh.

The work environment should be joyful... A place for mind, body and spirit to be enlightened and inspired.

Each of us has a true calling. Each of us has a desire to feel empowered. Each of us wants to feel a part of the whole.

That’s spirituality in the workplace.

The soul of your business is depending on it, and that's the “true” bottom line.

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ETE - Happy Birthday on 2/3 Dad!!!

Fascinating Love

2008-01-26T16:01:00.000-07:00

Fascinate means “to attract and hold attentively by a unique power, personal charm, unusual nature, or some other special quality” (Webster’s)

Being a Leo, I’m often told how dramatic I can be.

Truthfully, I love this about myself, but this week my behavior was intense and over-emotional.

I sought out recognition and attention at every possible turn.

It was as if I was wearing a sign that said “Notice me and praise me or die!”

Now envision two Leos in a room with this same narcissistic attitude.

See them both fighting for the floor.

Imagine they’re married.

Name these characters Steve and Michelle.

Yes, my hubby Steve is a Leo too.

Can you say, “Cat fight?”

Though I can joke about it now, our behaviors were anything but nice.

As the full Leo moon exploded against the crystal black sky this week, my marriage underwent a major push/pull effect, and it lasted for several days.

I love you. ~ I hate you.

Let’s not fight. ~ Go take a flying leap.

I’m sorry. ~ Go to hell.

We definitely weren’t playing fair!!

Every time the slate was wiped clean, something would happen to tarnish it again.

Teamwork was gone and productive communication had come to a big fat halt.

Finally, after three days of barely speaking I was at my wit’s end.

I had been invited to a salon/gathering with some friends, and as you might imagine, I looked forward to getting out of the house.

“I’ll be home late,” I boasted.

“And, I won't be waiting up for you,” Steve snarled.

I car pooled with friends to the hostess's home where we all met with several others for a round of introductions.

A wise woman named Charlotte came into the light.

When she began to speak, it was as if she and I were the only ones in the room.

She reminded me so much of my Grandmother Sarah who is now departed.

“I’m 83 years old,” she smiled with pride. Her hazel eyes twinkled in the night.

“My dear husband and I were married for 60 years.”

Charlotte raised her wrinkled hand to her light pink lips then, without forewarning, began to cry.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I still don’t do very well with this.”

She took a moment to recompose herself as her snow-white head turned toward me.

“I lost my partner in April,” she harrowed, “And I miss him so very much.”

My heart sunk deeply as big tears welled in my eyes.

Charlotte then stepped back in time and lovingly began to reminisce.

“It wasn’t always perfect,” she chuckled. “Oh, how we could fight!"

Her laughing tear-filled eyes met mine.

“We even seriously talked twice about divorce.”

Tap. Tap. Tap. -- Pay attention.

“But in the end, he was mine and I was his, and he was everything to me.”

How terribly silly it was to be so mad. -- Sadly, it took a soul-felt moment to recognize this.

That night, as I pulled back the covers and crawled into bed I listened carefully to Steve’s cadent snoring.

It was no longer dissonant, but peaceful.

Magically, I was fascinated with him once again.

I reached for his callused hand then softly kissed his stubbly cheek.

Fascination turned to love.

I closed my eyes against the fading light of the moon.

Yes, he was mine and I was his, and he was everything to me.

It was fascination, I know

And it might have ended right there at the start

Just a passing glance, just a brief romance

And I might have gone on my way empty-hearted

It was fascination, I know

Seeing you alone with the moonlight above

Then I touched your hand, and the next moment I kissed you

Fascination turned to love

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ETE - (Lyrics from the 1957 movie, “Love in the Afternoon”)

Being Big Enough to Stay Small

2008-01-19T16:51:00.000-07:00

A wiseman once declared “A mountain shames a molehill until both are humbled by the stars.”

Humility has followed me these last few weeks. I’ve been seeing signs of its presence nearly every day, signaling me to share my lesson with you...

It first appeared just before the holidays.

I was in the city visiting the home of a friend. The plan was to have some tea and catch up on conversation. And, though Kristin and I have only known each other for a few short months, we have many things in common that have quickly bonded us.

I presumed our conversation would be much like our last.... We’d share ‘war stories’ with one another about being self-employed, give each other a pep talk and then part ways on a happy upbeat note.

Little did I know, humility was about to enter the picture.

After making small chat and filling our cups with tea, we took a seat in the living room.

“So how’s your H.R. consulting going,” I asked.

“Wonderful,” Kristin beamed. “I have so many clients I’m booked through Spring.”

“Good for you,” I rallied.

Kristin began to smile. “In fact I have a client meeting right after this. -- What about you?”

“About the same,” I replied. “I’m getting noticed, but I'm not taking off quite as fast."

“At least you’ve gotten some work,” she encouraged. "Your niche is just so much more unique.”

“That’s for sure,” I laughed.

“This Valley is tough to break into,” she related. “It took me three years. What you’re doing is like trying to pass through the eye of a needle, so it’s going to take some time.”

She was right, but at that moment in time I began to feel defeated, and the very idea made me feel very, very low.

I moved my face into my hands and lowered my head, as a floodgate of tears appeared.

I began to sob and sob.

It was as if everything hit me at once... homesickness, sadness and lack of the sun.

And the ridiculous part was I wasn’t even crying about my business.

I was thinking about Wisconsin and the move, and my family back in the Midwest, and my inability to conceive a child.

Unconsciously, the more I cried, the more I chipped away at my pride.

Heavy tears fell down my face soaking the collar of my shirt. -- Poor Kristin didn’t know what to do other than to keep bringing me more and more tissues.

“I’m sorry,” I blubbered, yanking my umpteenth tissue from the box. “I don’t know where this is coming from.”

I became very humiliated by my behavior. -- I had just had a complete meltdown in the home of someone I was just getting to know.

For weeks, I wondered, how this experience could possibly have been any good?

For starters, I now realize that homesickness is for real!! (I miss you dearly Mom and Dad!)

Secondly, true humiliation is good. (Trust me when I tell you, it took me weeks to recognize this.)

The word humility is derived from the Latin word “humilis” which means low, humble and from the earth.

Webster’s defines humiliation as “the lowering of self-respect; mortification.” -- I realize this definition doesn’t sound very good, because it’s not.

It’s known as false humiliation.

True humiliation is “lowering the pride or dignity of a person.” (Webster’s) -- That’s what happened to me!

My falling apart in the home of someone I had recently befriended was necessary in order for me learn the valuable difference between false and true humility.

False humility is allowing pride to get in the way. It’s falling into the trap of believing you’re more superior than you are to the point of damaging your own self-worth and self-respect.

That's a hard pill to swallow!

For several weeks I walked around feeling really stupid for showing signs of weakness, because my pride got in the way. -- This was false humility at its best.

True humility comes when we realize it’s our job to be subservient in the world. -- It’s through this loving spirit that we can view ourselves as one with the universe and remember to acknowledge our dependence on the Divine.

Thank you for your friendship Kristin. I totally owe you a box of Kleenex. :)

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ETE

Bathed in the Light

2008-01-12T12:27:00.000-07:00

I miss the sun. Its lack of presence is making things harder to see.

Being outside these days is like jumping into a huge slurpy cup full of muddy slush.

The skies are foggy and the clouds are grey, yet if you peer a little closer you'll soon see nature slowing emerging -- The playful frolicking of the bushy tailed squirrels, the pleasant sounds of songbirds, and the hypnotic dripping of the melting snow falling from the trees.

After a much closer look, I'm realizing what an enlightening week this has been. It's hard to believe it's Saturday already.

To catch you up, so many wonderful people continue to come into my life.

Just a couple days ago I met with a group of high school freshmen. My job was to talk to each of them about their upcoming career path... the world of fine arts and communication.

I had spent several minutes in meditation prior to my speech. As each student took their seats with me on stage, it occurred to me that my niece Meagan is also a freshman this year, and just like the impressionable faces before me, she also is trying to find her place in the world.

I gazed deeply into each of their souls.

“Isn’t it wonderfully ironic,” I smiled, “that we’re all meeting here on stage?”

Their once curious faces began to beam.

“Each of you has a talented artist inside of you just waiting to burst into the world.”

My body began to tingle as my entire being became bathed in the light.

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t be who you want to be,” I urged.

Students inched their bodies closer to take the edges of their seat.

“One of the greatest dreamers of all times was Walt Disney," I announced.

"Imagine what people thought when he told them he wanted to build a gigantic castle filled with dancing mice."

Laughter filled the stage.

"Walt's own brother told him his business couldn’t afford it, and even his wife said his plans wouldn’t work, yet despite all these obstacles, Walt Disney never lost sight of his dreams.”

Spiritual light continued to fill me as beautiful chills ran up and down my spine, and though I was also seated, my spirit became so uplifted that my Higher Power took control of my words...

“When you have a passion for something and everyone around you gives you reason for why it won’t work, this is when you know you’re finally on to something! -- Never stop following your inner-voice... It’s like a treasure map buried deep inside of you that points to your future and will never steer you wrong.”

As the impelling speech came to an end, several students around me were anxious to shake my hand, thank me for my words or tell me how inspired they had been.

Walking back to my car, I took a moment to say a prayer of thanks.

"Thank you so much God for all of the doors that are opening for me. You have never steered me wrong! -- When I am on stage and speaking your words, I feel so genuine and so very much complete."

My head echoed lovingly...

You're on the right path. You're now feeling what it truly means to be lit up inside!

Light is defined as “the radiance or illumination from a particular source; spiritual illumination or awareness; enlightenment.” (Webster’s)

It feels so wonderful to have divine words channel through me and touch so many people in a positive way!

For so many years I fought back my inner-voice.

Back then I would hear things like, "Lighten up, will ya?” and “Keep your chin up, okay?”

These were messages from above trying to tell me I’d fallen off track and needed to spend some more time looking within.

I strongly believe we’re placed before every person we meet for a reason. -- I cannot thank each student enough for being a part of my life!

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. -- Some move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. -- Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.” ~ Author Anonymous

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Unmasked, for Good

2008-01-05T15:20:00.000-07:00

"Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish."

~ John Quincy Adams

A joyous and blessed New Year Everyone.

I hope you’ve had the chance to take some time for reflection.

I know I have...

2007 was a year for my final unmasking. (see 8/18/07 entry)

Thanks for being by my side!!!

Several weeks ago I met a business associate for lunch. We were talking about what it truly means to be your Self.

“So often,” he said, “people wear invisible masks. They’re one person at work, for instance, and an entirely different person when they get home. Or, they put on a certain face for family and another one for friends. -- This is not what it means to be your authentic self.”

A few years ago, I would not have been able to understand this concept. Prior to this I was very good at pretending to be someone I was not.

I wore many make-believe masks.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t even conscious of putting them on -- wearing different faces for different people just came naturally to me.

I merely believed this was the way things were suppose to be.

I was afraid to look within, and so I lived a life of perfection and robbed myself of knowing who I really was.

Acting perfect was my way of feeling like I was in control, so I would often put on whatever mask was necessary in order to live up to my perfectionism facade.

My work face was my favorite.

I adored this side of myself, because when I wore this mask I felt needed, important, empowered and in control.

Yet, when all the masks came off at night, deep down I felt alone and afraid. – I hadn’t yet learned to surrender to my Higher Self, and so I hated my life and questioned my purpose and existence all the while feeling more and more insignificant and incomplete.

During this time of my life, Steve was dealing with his own set of monsters, yet he remained by my side through every thought of suicide, every threat of divorce, and every fit of rage.

Back then I was oblivious of my inner-voice... The only thing I knew for sure was that inside I was dying and crying most of the time.

A few days ago this dark dusty vault was revealed to some of my family members who had no idea how badly things had been. Though they sensed things were “off” at times and even questioned my “too good to be true” happiness, they had no idea their “perfect” daughter/sister/friend had lived through so many years of darkness.

Learning about my past has now helped them understand why it’s become my personal mission to help illuminate others and to help them see the light.

Perseverance is “a steady persistence in purpose, especially in spite of difficulties, obstacles or discouragement.” (Webster’s)

When you're authentic and when you're true, your real Self will never give up on you!!

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ETE

Reflecting Back At Me

2007-12-29T14:58:00.000-07:00

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

What a wonderful Christmas this was!!! Calling home and hearing the voices of family and friends brought us all together once again. -- The best part was talking to my nieces and nephews. How I miss them so!

Being tucked in the snow-capped mountains is like living inside of a postcard.

It’s a dream come true!

And, the greatest thing of all is that it’s been exactly one year since we first stepped foot into our new home.... I remember how nervous I was moving into a house I had never even seen.

Now we’re here acclimating to the new weather conditions, making new friends and starting new traditions. We’ve been so very blessed.

Speaking of joyous blessings, on Christmas Eve Steve and I volunteered our time at a soup kitchen not too far from home.

It was the start of our learning the intricate art of both giving and receiving...

The simple gift of offering a cup of coffee to a cold weary soul filled the room with love. And though we went to the kitchen believing others were the ones in need, we left filled with memories of happy smiles and gratitude that filled our hearts with love.

Come Christmas Day Steve was as giddy as a little boy.

“It’s Christmas” he squealed, “Come on. Let’s get up. Let’s go open our presents. Come on!”

He tossed back the covers and flew out of bed.

I couldn’t believe how excited he was. I hadn’t seen anything like it since I was a little kid. My little sister and brother use to do the very same thing.

“Merry Christmas,” I softly whispered then pulled the covers over my head. “I need to sleep in a little longer please.”

“No, No, No,” Steve moaned, “It’s time to get up. Really. Come on! Come on!”

He jiggled the bed. “It’s time to open preeeeeesents!!”

I squinted at the clock. A red blurry 7:47 glared back at me.

“Are you serious?” I groaned.

“Yes. Get up. I’ll start breakfast.”

The very idea caused me to perk right up.

“Okay,” I smiled.

Steve knew a home cooked morning meal gets me every time!

I sat up slowly and stretched toward my toes.

It’s really Christmas. It’s really here!

A year ago we were waking up on the floor of our farmhouse. All of our furniture was packed in a moving trailer – even our bed.

Now the smell of bacon whisked through the house.

A fresh blanket of snow covered the ground and magnificent magic filled the air.

What a wonderful year this has been!

How has your year been?

Consider taking a moment to think back on it...

Reflect for awhile if you will.

Reflection is defined as “careful consideration” and “fixing your thoughts on something.” (Webster’s)

How have you grown this past year?

Celebrate your successes and congratulation your Self for how far you've come.

Reflection is a powerful creation.

When you look in the mirror, what do you see?

A true reflection will reveal One Being in Perfect Light.

This is The Law of Reflection.

It’s a radiant ray of incoming light and a radiant outgoing beam.

Both meet simultaneously at exactly the same place, the same time and the same angle.

Mirror images of one another acting as perfect reflections of light!!

We're all beautiful creations indeed!

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ETE - Happy New Year Everyone!!

A Sunny Celebration

2007-12-22T17:50:00.000-07:00

To celebrate means to “observe a day or to commemorate an event with ceremonies or festivities.” (Webster’s)

We’ve turned another corner, so why not take a moment to celebrate?

At precisely 1:08 am EST today another solstice occurred.

As fate would have it, I spent my morning with an Australian couple who just so happens to be spending the holidays in the United States to experience some winter downhill skiing.

Talk about having the world turn!

Though flying to the "downunder" for the holidays sounded like a tempting bright idea, this experience helped me realize that having colder climates and snow for Christmas is full of its own blessings indeed.

No matter which part of the globe you may live, there’s a great universal balance taking place on this day...

Here in the Northern hemisphere, though it may be colder, the days are getting longer.

Now that’s what I’m talking about!

And, though counter-parts in the Southern hemisphere now face shorter daylight, warm summer days are now underway.

What a bronzy bonus that is!

Several centuries ago it was common for nonreligious groups to sing praises to the sun, but over the years most of these traditions discontinued.

Back then, it was customary to hold great festivals and feasts in recognition of the radiant wonder winning its battle against the darkness of night.

Evergreen trees would be brought in from the great outdoors and then lit with glowing candles as a tribute to the sun.

Sounds like a familiar tradition, doesn’t it? ;)

Though I'm not at all suggesting sacred worship be given to the sun, I *am* recommending we appreciate it.

It's a spectacular creation afterall!

The sun is estimated to be over 4.5 BILLION years old!!

And, believe it or not, this fiery ball of wonder is really no different than all the other stars.

In fact, the only difference between it and a star from the big dipper’s terrific twinkle, let's say, is that the sun sits closest to the Earth.

So, go right ahead...

Make a wish upon a star. Makes no difference where you are.

Just be sure your eyes are squeezed shut really tight when you do ;)

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ETE -

P.S. For those of you celebrating Christmas, may you have a warm sunny one filled with much de-LIGHT!

Keeping It Real

2007-12-15T16:46:00.000-07:00

It’s just 10 days until Christmas. Can you feel the hustle and bustle in the air?

I know I can.

In the past two weeks, I’ve attended over a dozen holiday parties.

Talk about tiring!

Two days ago, I had three networking events all in the same day, and by the time I arrived back home I was so utterly exhausted I just fell into bed. -- LOL

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I would much rather be busy than bored, but my current climb requires a ton more energy than in the past, and sometimes I feel like I’m just spinning in place.

Like this morning... I had no idea what to blog about today.

During my morning meditation I asked for some guidance on this, and my Higher Power advised me to share the following story with you, so here goes:

Last week Wednesday I was meeting with my friend Coach Johns for tea.

I was telling her all about the new mountain I must climb.

“I love that you’re taking action,” she said. “So many people stay in the same place, because they’re too afraid to leave their comfort zones, yet you intuitively know this is the only way to make it to the top.”

Then she said something I will never forget...

“This new mountain comes with an even bigger shadow, and inside the shadow you’ll find lots of obstacles, emotions and darkness.”

She was right on target. -- This whole week I’ve encountered one obstacle right after another.

“Where are you at this point in your business?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “The best way to describe it is I’m sitting in a waiting room. I have tons of doors that keep opening, but I have no idea which one I should take.”

Sighing, I added, “I’ve been here a whole year already. It stinks.”

Coach John began to laugh.

“A year is a blip in time,” she said. “Try not to be so hard on yourself. -- Tell me, what’s behind each door?”

I began to explain each opportunity in detail as Coach Johns drew out each doorway on her notepad.

“Okay,” she said. “Here’s how I see it. -- You are here.”

She drew an ‘X’.

“When you moved here just one year ago you knew no one and had no idea how you would even begin, and so you were like someone going to New York City without a map.”

Coach Johns then drew a bunch of squiggly lines; Some connected to the doors and some just circled around each other.

“In just one year’s time, you’ve discovered all of these doors. – Some feel better than others and some are bigger opportunities than others, correct?”

An alligator tear fell down my cheek. Then several more followed.

I became so choked up I could barely speak.

“Wow,” I gasped, reaching for the napkin under my tea cup, “I had no idea I was so worked up over this.”

“Take all the time you need,” Coach John lovingly smiled.

Tears continued to pour down my face.

Where was this coming from?

This was yet another emotion emerging.

Yes, my sad button had been pushed, and I felt really embarrassed about it.

What was I doing breaking down like this?

I wanted to run.

My left leg was rapidly tapping under the table.

I could either ignore the question completely or try to explore it.

I wiped my eyes and blew my nose.

Coach Johns sat perfectly relaxed, patiently waiting for my answer. (I love that about her!)

“Okay,” I said, inhaling deeply. “I hate that it’s taking me so long to get through each door. I thought I’d be a lot further along by now.”

Coach Johns sat way back in her chair.

A moment of silence followed.

“You want my take on this?” she finally asked.

I nodded.

“You’re being way too hard on yourself,” she said, leaning way forward to emphasis the point.

“Sorry,” I whispered, hiding my face behind my cup of tea.

She reassuringly smiled.

“This point of the path sucks,” she whispered, “and I know it’s hard, but it’s the only way to get to your destination."

"The thing I love about you, Michelle, is that you’re not giving up. So many people would stop right now, yet you’re not. That’s the difference between success and failure.”

I managed a small smile.

Coach Johns and I talked awhile longer...

She helped me realize that beating my self up right now will only slow down the process -- not to mention my Ego will have a field day if I keep this up.

Most importantly she reminded me that shadows are part of the journey.

When you set a goal for your self, obstacles WILL creep up. Emotions WILL fly at you like arrows. You WILL be tested.

Why?

Because everything worth anything starts on the side of the mountain WITHOUT THE SUN.

Real is defined as “true” (Webster’s).

I share this story with you because it’s completely real.

And as you walk the path to your dreams, know that every shadow that presents itself to you will get you one step closer to the sun.

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ETE -- P.S. I highly recommened Coach Johns. Her personal coaching business is appropriately named, "New Directions". To learn more about how she can help you on your path please visit http://www.edgescommunity.org/index.php?rebecca_johns

The Art of Being Present

2007-12-08T14:16:00.000-07:00

Winter air is moving in, and autumn is making what seems to be its final appearance of the year.

It was so nice to have visited for awhile...

The cool sky’s been a clear bright blue bordered by wispy floating clouds and topped by the celestial radiance of the sun brilliantly beaming from above.

Gassho Everyone!

The holiday season is upon us. Last night Steve and I attended a Christmas party for the college in our Valley. After a delicious hot meal and a fun night of karaoke, we opted to call it a night.

When we arrived home, Steve began returning phone calls while I stretched out on the couch.

Soon, I was joined by Priscilla who was happy to curl up on my lap for a little cuddle time. -- Her soft rhythmical purring was so soothing that it reminded me of the relaxing sound of the vacuum cleaner that Mom would often run during our childhood naps.

Yes, I felt very comfortable last evening, yet I wasn’t quite content...

If only the Christmas lights around the windows were plugged in, and how nice it would have been to see our new evergreen tree lit up in the corner of the room.

Oh well, there’s always tomorrow night, I reasoned in my mind.

I began to close my eyes once again when my inner-voice calmly questioned me...

Why not live in the moment?

The very idea lovingly filled the air with content.

"Sorry, Silla," I sighed, nudging her off my lap, "but there’s something I must do."

I watched her furry body reluctantly hop off the couch while I moved my feet to the floor.

Steve stopped his phone conversation just long enough to smile at me from across the room.

I smiled back and began turning on all of the holiday lights throughout the house.

I felt more refreshed and sat back down on the couch to admire the freshly lit Christmas tree that Steve and I had gotten from our land earlier in the week.

The warm glow from the many strings of lights made me forget that I was even feeling tired.

I started thinking about what it really means to live in the moment.

I knew it meant being in the present, but I was still a little confused.

After reflecting on this awhile, I thought it best to save the question for my morning meditation...

Bright and early this morning, Buddy and I walked several blocks down to the widest mouth of the river.

I anxiously took a seat on a beached log in hopes of finding some answers...

I immediately was mesmerized by the ripples of the river which were surrounded by leafless dark trees and glimpses of crimson grass.

Then I carefully tuned in to my Higher Self to ask, “What does it really mean to live in the moment?”

Close your eyes and listen for awhile.

My eye lids slowly shut, and I immediately picked up sounds that I hadn’t been conscious of before...

Traffic in the distance, the chirping of birds, the shrill of the squirrels, Buddy’s soft breathing near my feet, my own breath moving in and out of my nose, and the calm steady breeze moving the waves in the wind.

Now, what do you feel?

I focused on the feel of the cool wind on my face, a tickle on my cheek from a hair strand that had escaped my hood, the grains of sand beneath my boots and the strength of the log supporting me.

What is it that you smell?

I inhaled deeply. Cool air moistened my nostrils, and the scent of burning logs filled my lungs, followed by a hint of pungent pine cones.

Then a final message came...

Feel with your heart and you will be.

My smile beamed as bright as the sun.

True nature arrives when we can be in the present moment and fully accept whatever life unfolds.

When we are being present we are “being before the mind.” (Webster’s)

This means we belong in the 'here and the now' without dwelling on the 'what ifs' or the 'should haves' that our brain brings in from the past or the future.

Where are you most of the time? -- In the moment or lost in thought?

It's been suggested that many of us spend less than 1% of our day living in the present.

Why not take a moment now to close your eyes and focus on just BEING?...

Should a thought or emotion arise, just put it on a cloud and watch it drift by as you become more fully aware of life's moments magically presenting themselves to you.

Breathe deeply and 'Enjoy the Experience' as your mind, body and spirit inter-connect and completely reveal your true essential SELF.

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ETE

When in Doubt, Stand it Out

2007-12-01T11:30:00.000-07:00

“Many of life’s failures are men who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” ~Thomas Edison

Happy December 1st. There’s been a cold chill in the air the past few mornings as winter nudges autumn from its seat.

Steve and I braved the brisk weather to partake in a local holiday parade last evening. It was fun watching the little children scramble for candy and see young teenagers screaming their passions and beliefs, be it pompon squads or youth groups, they each had a message to send.

Speaking of which, my latest message from my Higher Power is to speak to you about planting seeds.

Let me first begin by saying that this last week proved difficult for me. I faced a huge wall of uncertainty and doubt.

My passion for my business was in jeopardy as I seriously considered throwing in the towel and getting a “safe and secure” job once again.

Yes, I contemplated going back to the Corporate world and “working for the man.”

Why?

I guess the best way to describe it is like this...

This month now marks one year since I’ve been metaphorically climbing a mountain, and I feel like I’ve finally got to the top, but rather than feel relieved, I realize I have yet an even bigger mountain to climb.

And now that I’ve reached a plateau in my business, I don’t have enough momentum or leverage to launch myself to the next level yet, which means I must continue to work hard, put in a lot of hours and sacrifice in order to succeed.

Rather than see this as progress, I viewed this as failure, and then I panicked and thought of giving up.

Once these wavering thoughts entered my head, my emotions began to conflict.

Turning back to slide down the mountain that had taken me a year to climb just to head toward the “safe” path felt very tempting, yet my heart held me back.

It hurt at the very thought of giving up my dreams and trading them in for false securities and broken promises.

I was so torn.

I began perusing help-want ads in case the "perfect" job emerged. -- I even told my mastermind group that I didn’t believe any of my ideas would help anyone, though my intuition completely disagreed.

“You’re just stuck,” my group supportively said. “I don’t know why, but we’ll figure it out.”

Yes, I had hit a dead end, and there was no chopper to airlift me out, which meant my only choices were to turn back, keep climbing or stay put for awhile, which is exactly what I did.

I began looking around my office. -- In just one year’s time I’ve built my business to what it is today...

I have a logo, a website, radio interviews, marketing materials, an e-newsletter, completed classroom and workshop curriculum, well written testimonials, an opt-in list, E-zine articles, Ad-sense dollars, a partially written book, several supportive clients and a huge network of friends who all tell me how much I’ve helped them and what a light I have shined on their life.

Yet, despite all this, I continued to doubt myself.

Doubt is “a feeling of uncertainty about the truth; to hesitate to believe.” (Webster’s)

I know my next big mountain is product development, and I have no idea if anyone will want to hear what I have to say, which is causing me a great deal of uncertainty.

But, you'll be happy to know rather than slide down the mountain on my butt, I closed my eyes instead and began to pray.

God, please help me help myself. What should I do?

One word filled my head...

YouTube

As soon as I heard it, I knew what it meant... My Higher Power has been pulling me for months to develop a video line of my products. And so... it’s with nervousness and humility that I offer to you my very first Soul-Felt Series (tm) video...

Note: Everything in this video was directly funneled to me from my Higher Power. May you "enjoy the experience" as much as I did.

So, you might wonder what all this has to do with planting seeds?

Here's how it all ties in...

After I finally got up enough nerve to put my video online this week, I walked to the park to express gratitude to my Higher Power and to spend some time in meditation.

"Thank you God for giving me enough courage to keep going, and thank you for continuing to carry me even when I feel like I've lost all my strength."

Then, a picture of my Mom’s old popcorn kettle filled my head.

I remember watching her pour oil in its base and drop one popcorn kernel into it as she turned up the flame on the stove.

You planted your first business seed.

Then, after a little while, the kernel rapidly exploded from the kettle.

The oil was ready.

And now you are ready to begin planting more.

POPCORN!! That was it!!

I’d be silly to give up now.

The timing and temperature are finally just right.

It’s now time that I take a risk and add some kernels of creativity into the Universe...

Here's hoping there's no dud kernels in the mix ;)

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ETE - P.S. Thank you Michele Gentile for always knowing just what "gentle" words to say :)

Take Time to Thank Your Self

2007-11-24T12:26:00.001-07:00

I hope you had a joyous and blessed Thanksgiving.

This was the first time in ten years that Steve and I celebrated without our immediate family, and though hearing their voices on the phone wasn’t quite the same as seeing them in person, it did allow us to take a moment to express our appreciation for past memories and soul-felt traditions.

Oh how much fun we use to have on the farm! We could fit almost 20 people in our kitchen, and boy did we cram them in!

We’d all hold hands and take a moment for prayer as the piping hot turkey, rolls and gravy permeated the air.

Then, we’d each take a moment to go around the room and tell one another what we were most thankful for... By the time my niece and nephews got their turns, they were very anxious to eat.

“I’m most thankful for the food” they’d laugh. Their smiling eyes called out to each of our bellies which could definitely relate.

This year, as I set the holiday table for two, I was very grateful to be spending Thanksgiving with my husband.

I placed the crystal wine glasses above each plate and took a moment to send loving thoughts to my sister and her two children who were celebrating this year without their husband and father, who had to work.

Then, words from my dear friend Mary echoed in my head. -- We had spoken earlier that day and as someone who is widowed and now over 80, she reminded me to soak up every waking moment with my spouse, because, as she said, every day is a gift.

My thoughts then turned back to my husband who was busy in the kitchen carving the grilled turkey and glazed ham...

I am so appreciative for having Steve in my life. He’s been so supportive of my dreams and as patient as can be, which hasn’t been easy as anyone who knows him (or knows me for that matter) can attest.

After pouring some wine and filling our plates with food, I raised my glass to Steve.

"Thank you for being in my life,” I said. Tears began to well in my eyes.

Steve smiled wide then clanked my glass. “I’m so glad you’re in my life too,” he said. “Thank you for spending so much time to help prepare this meal and how great it is that we’re living out our dream here in the mountains.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I took my first sip of wine.

“This last year's experience has taught me so much,” I said, “I now know there’s nothing we can’t do! And next year we’ll have a little munchkin in our life celebrating right beside us.”

“Sounds good,” Steve beamed.

And though the future makes no guarantees of a child in our life, the words we both spoke were as hopeful and as certain as can be.

“Tell me,” I said, changing the subject, “What are you most grateful for when it comes to your self?”

Steve took a moment to think about this and then said, “For remaining level-headed." -- "What about you?”

“For finally recognizing negativity,” I said, “and for being able to deal with it rather than getting hung up in it.”

As we clinked our glasses again, I knew this was a very good Thanksgiving indeed!

Being thankful for the people and circumstances in life is so very important, but even more important is remembering daily self-appreciation, as this is an even greater fundamental.

Self-gratitude is like an internal breeze that keeps you magically uplifted even when times are tough.

To be thankful is “feeling or expressing gratitude.” (Webster’s)

To be thankful for your self, you simply need to look within.

Ask your Self. “What is it I’m most grateful for when it comes to me?“

Do your Self a favor and try to come up with no less than three self-appreciations a day.

I promise you, you’ll thank your Self when you do! ;)

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ETE

A Time for "Thanks" Giving

2007-11-17T12:25:00.000-07:00

I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong; I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve; I asked for prosperity and God gave me brawn and brain to work; I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome; I asked for love and God gave me troubled people to help...

My prayers were answered. ~An Anonymous Poem

As the last of the leaves cling to the trees and the earth’s ground begins to freeze, I’m finding my self faced with several loved ones around me asking the question, “Why do Bad Things Happen to Good People?”

From tragic breaks in marriages, to sudden deaths, to the emptiness of infertility, to heartbreaking miscarriages, and the devastation of disease, like a noxious weed, seeds of pain can become implanted in all of us, causing suffering that goes beyond any given word.

Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People? It’s an age old question that’s been asked for centuries by all walks of life.

Personally, I believe the question is faultily worded and constitutes confusion.

Bad is defined as “not good in any manner or degree.” (Webster’s)

Yet, isn’t it true that ‘bad’ things are blessings in disguise?

Though I realize anyone in the midst of tragedy right now will disagree with me, with enough time I promise you everything that is perceived as bad will eventually show up as gifts...This is the beauty of the circle of life.

Whether it’s the death of a loved one due to an unthinkable act which leads to actions of goodwill (eg: John Walsh taking a stance on America’s Most Wanted after his son Adam went missing) or my own personal story of being sexual abused as a young child which resulted in my escaping the pain by diving into books and channeling my anger toward academics, there is always light at the end of every long dark tunnel.

Take for instance the story of the farmer who once owned a horse...

One day the farmer's horse ran away. All the people in the town came to console him because of the loss.

"Oh, I don't know," the farmer said, "Maybe it's a bad thing but maybe it's not."

A few days passed and the horse returned accompanied by 20 other horses... presumably because the horse had made many more friends.

All the townspeople came to congratulate the farmer: "How wonderful! Now you have a stable full of horses!" they praised.

"Oh, I don't know," the farmer said, "Maybe it's a good thing but maybe it's not."

A few days later, the farmer's son was out riding one of the new horses, and the horse went wild and bucked him off.

The son's leg became shattered, and the people in the town came to console the farmer again. “What a terrible thing that has happened," they cried.

"Oh, I don't know," the farmer said, "Maybe it's a bad thing, but maybe it's not."

A few more days passed and the country went to war. The town's local government instituted an immediate draft.

Government officials marched into town and carted off hundreds of young men... except for the farmer's son.

He had a broken leg, after all.

Praising God, the farmer declared, "Now I know why my horse ran away. It was a very good thing indeed."

Yes, sometimes an unforeseen event happens to very good people, yet I challenge you to ask your Inner Self, is it all really that ‘bad'?

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ETE - Blessings, Praise and Thanksgiving Everyone! I appreciate your friendships and am grateful for your love. ~Namaste

The Steady Flow of Patience

2007-11-10T19:31:00.000-07:00

“He that can have patience, can have what he will.” ~Benjamin Franklin

Since my last entry, I’ve done a good job keeping my foot off the brake, but I found myself struggling to gain momentum and began to feel impatient.

After meditating several times in the park, I began to associate my surroundings with my feelings. -- In a sense, I too felt “parked,” so now it was time for a change.

My Higher Power guided me down toward the river... Fallen dried leaves crunched beneath my feet.

I reached down and grabbed a hand full of fallen foliage and crumpled each leaf underneath my nose. Smells of the earth poured into my nostrils as my senses became awakened and I hiked down to the shore.

I could hear the sounds of a babbling brook nearby. Every burping murmur told me my classroom was near. -- Nature would be my teacher, and I was very anxious to learn.

As I approached the riverbed’s edge, the calm steady current became my own personal sanctuary, and each soothing wave brought me back to center.

I took a seat on a flat rock; It seemed to be placed there just for me.

Then, all sense of time disappeared. Each hypnotizing ripple of the river moved harmoniously in sync with the passing clouds above.

I became so uplifted that I reached a state of bliss. -- I radiated with wonder as my mind connected in concurrence with the ever present moment that currently surrounded me.

Notice the stick lying at the brim of the river.

I blinked a few times until an elongated object came into view. -- Its slender structure was lodged between two rocks and its shiny off-white surface resembled the makings of a long skinny bone.

I pulled myself up to get a closer look... I could see that the stick’s bark had been pulled back from the steady current of the river, and its glossy smooth center now resembled a pale snake that had just shed its skin.

The river can smooth all things with time. Try having more patience with your Self.

Patience is “quiet.” It’s “steady perseverance” and “even-tempered care.” (Webster’s)

Like the river, Self needs the opportunity to naturally ebb and flow.

Are you allowing your internal nature to naturally run its course?

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ETE - P.S. I hope you had a terrific birthday Brother!

A Part with My Self

2007-11-03T16:00:00.000-06:00

Happy November Everyone! I have to keep convincing myself that it’s been nearly a year since I resigned from the phone company in Wisconsin. So much has happened over the course of just one year.

I am now living one of my dreams! I've joined The Manifest-Station Channel at http://www.the-manifest-station.com/programguide.html

My bio is right up there with spirituality gurus like author Michael Beckwith from the Secret and Deepok Chopra who was named one of the greatest leaders in the field of Mind/Body medicine.

I keep pinching myself thinking this is not for real.

In fact I was telling a friend the other day that I feel like I’m driving through life right now with one foot on the gas and one foot on the brake.

Though I’m very excited to be moving in such a positive direction it’s a brand new experience for me, so I abruptly halt and then go into a tail spin.

Last week I knew my new video would be debuting for the world to see, and though I had been guided by my Higher Power to communicate this powerful message for souls searching for new meaning, self-doubt kept interfering.

My husband Steve could see what was happening, but there was really nothing he could do other than to be patient with me and keep reassuring me that everything would be all right.

I kept second guessing everything... Did I make the right decision? Did I choose the right topic? Would my new video be welcomed by the world?

It was a classic case of Self-Sabotage.

Self-Sabotage is deliberating putting up obstacles in front of your Self to avoid possible disappointment along your life's path to purpose. -- It’s completely fear based and so very full of personal disruption.

Disruption is “forcible separation or division into parts.” (Websters)

In other words, you forget that you’re part of the whole.

You begin to feel smaller than you really are, you start to wonder if you really have what it takes, you begin to see flaws where there are none, and you cycle through cobwebs of fear.

Disruption caused by self-sabotage brings chaos to one’s life, and the sad thing is that I've brought this on myself.

You'll be happy to know I keep pushing through it, because perseverence is the only way past fear.

For now I just keep looking toward the light, knowing that in order to see it I'll need to move all my fears aside :)

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ETE – P.S. If you’d like to hear more about Self-Sabotage, listen in to my radio interview with author Rebecca Linder-Hintze at http://www.soulfelt.com/media.htm

A 'Fowl' Mood

2007-10-27T15:36:00.000-06:00

Another full moon has passed, and sad but true, I didn’t respond very well...

Steve and I were sitting down to a delicious dinner Thursday night. -- A spicy blend of herbs from the freshly grilled sizzling chicken filled the room.

We bowed our heads and said our dinner prayers, and then I picked up my wine glass to propose a toast.

“To a wonderful meal,” I said.

“To a wonderful wife,” Steve grinned.

We tapped our glasses and began to giggle.

I picked up my fork, poked it into a chicken breast and lifted it onto my plate.

I couldn't wait to take my very first bite.

Yummy! It was truly delectable.

Steve had really outdone himself. -- So much so I began to dance.

You know what I mean... when things taste so good you can’t help but move your body and hum the words “mmmm” over and over again. (That good!)

Steve proudly smiled.

I smiled big back and brought a fork-full of noodles to my mouth thinking the entire time what a delicious meal this was.

Unbeknownst to me the Universe was getting ready to make its next move...

I slowly drew my knife into the tender chicken to cut it from its bone, and as I did tiny bits of red began bursting from the breast.

EWWW.

The bone and all the meat around it was spotted with blood.

“This chicken isn’t all the way cooked,” I said.

Steve peered at the chicken on my plate. – “Ahh. It’s just a little blood from the bone marrow. Just pick that part off.”

Outside the full moon glowed even brighter.

“What?” I exclaimed. “Are you kidding? Did you use a meat thermometer?”

Steve cleared his throat and took a gulp of wine.

“No Michelle,” he said, “I didn’t stick a thermometer in every chicken breast. The one you grabbed is a bit bigger than the other pieces. Just don’t eat that part. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” I protested. “I don't want to get Salmonella.”

“No worries,” Steve teased. “Besides, you like your meat rare.”

I feverishly began chopping at the crimson chicken.

Silence filled the air.

“Hey,” Steve remarked, “You didn’t laugh. I thought for sure that would get you to smile.”

I swiftly rose and carried my plate to the sink.

I began to pull the remainder of the chicken breast from off the bone, tossing anything close to red into its own separate bowl.

“That’s really not necessary," Steve calmy said. "We can always reheat it and make soup out of it or something.”

He was right. I was over-reacting, but for some reason at that very moment I was too caught up in my annoyance to even notice.

I held onto to my frustration the entire night...even after crawling into bed.

As I pulled the covers up to my chin, deep down I knew it would be important not to fall asleep upset, yet it was impossible for me to shake my foul mood.

I closed my eyes and focused on my feelings.

Why had I gotten so upset? -- What was it that caused me to go from dancing in my chair to snapping like a crab?

I sighed deeply and then focused my feelings on being more content.

I must have fallen asleep, because I don't remember anything after that, but the next morning I awoke before sunrise and walked with Buddy under the chilly light of the full moon.

Each penentrating star illuminated brightly against the black shadows of the mountains.

I pulled my hood over my head and took a seat at the picnic table to begin meditation.

What was going on with me?

I breathed in deeply and began recollecting last night's toll of events.

How did I allow myself to ruin a perfectly good evening?

What did you propose?

It was my Higher Power filling my head.

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

What did you propose?

“Propose?” I inquired. “I don’t know what you mean.”

My Higher Power was silent...I could definitely sense there was another lesson to be learned.

“Does this have something to do with my proposing a toast last night?”

Invisible chills ran up my spine.

This was my sign that I was on to something, but truthfully, I was really bewildered.

Nothing seemed to make sense.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Buddy stood in the shadows waiting for me to toss his ball. I cast it into the frosty lawn, and watched as his trusty nose retrieved it.

I focused on my meditation's message during the entire walk home.

Propose means “to offer for consideration; to suggest; to present to the mind” (Webster’s)

A-Ha!

This wasn't so much about the toast, as it was about how I was feeling at the time.

What I proposed to my mind came in the form of thoughts which then led to feelings and then to an outcome.

There's always so much to remember...

I'd be lying if I told you that thinking lovingly 100% of the times comes naturally. -- Thank goodness my Higher Power is so patient with me.

I'm at least learning to be more mindful anyway.

Next time I propose that if I have uncooked chicken on my plate I simply pop it into the microwave and go on with my evening.

Now that's worth consideration!

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ETE - P.S. Thanks for being such a patient spouse my Dear.

Thoughts Take Form

2007-10-20T10:29:00.000-06:00

What a milestone month this has been! My business is beginning to soar, and oh how I’m enjoying the flight ;)

With the creative assistance of my Higher Power, I’ve been spending a great deal of time meditating and manifesting wonderful events into my life.

Not only have I had the opportunity to speak for some great organizations thus far, but the people I’m meeting are phenomenal.

They continue to teach me so much about myself.

One thing that I’m learning more and more about this week is Quantum Physics.

Though I always had a soft spot in my heart for science, I never understood why there was such a gap between it and spiritual belief. -- Thankfully the two entities are overlapping more and more each day...

Do you remember learning about the photon?

Photons are X-Rays, infrareds, microwaves, visible lights and radio frequencies to name a few.

You may recall that photons are dual in nature. This means they can some times behave like waves with no finite point in space or time, and other times they behave like particles and contain both mass and velocity.

This means photons can sometimes be invisible and other times take solid form. -- Just like our thoughts!

There have been numerous studies done to date about quantum physics.

One of the more popular experiments is called the Double (Two) Slit Experiment...

In a nutshell, this experiment concludes that the very act of giving something our attention through observation and perception causes it to transition into a more concrete, predictable form.

How very awesome is that?

You Tube has a great video at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usTOM8vffB4&mode=related&search= that describes this in depth.

To observe is to perceive. To perceive is “to become aware of” to “know.” (Webster's)

When we focus on something by giving it our attention, we will come to know it and recognize it in way that makes sense each and every time.

It’s no wonder some people live with such a mish-mash of uncertainty in their life. – They simply aren’t doing a good job of focusing their thoughts.

What about you?

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ETE - P.S. Thanks to the creative efforts of my friend Trish at Inspire Communications http://www.inspirecommunications.biz/ I now have a beautiful marketing flier online. Thank you so much!!

A Moving Moment

2007-10-13T17:43:00.000-06:00

Yesterday Steve and I celebrated 11 wonderful years married. The crisp colors of the autumn leaves and the beautiful sunlit sky reminded me so much of our glorious wedding day.

For the past two weeks we’ve been keeping busy up on the land. With the help of some friends we’ve now managed to haul a shed up onto the property which we’re slowly converting into a shack. -- A couple of windows, a couple of cots, a propane lamp and a woodstove are all we’ll need before we have ourselves “a second home.” ;)

In others news, earlier in the week I listened to a keynote speech by U.S. Senate Chaplain Barry Black. When he spoke, his aura lit up the room. His speech was so moving that several souls around me were brought to tears.

As I listened from the audience I found myself sitting at the edge of my seat and absorbing his every word.

There was something about Mr. Black’s presence that made me yearn to be more like him. -- What I admired most was his ability to connect to all members of his audience regardless of their religion. He did this by carefully choosing his words to inspire all walks of faith.

As I left the seminar room that day, I found myself focusing more and more on the things about myself that I’d like to change.

I longed to be more prophetic and hungered to be more profound.

I knew that in just two days it would be my turn to give a speech to a group of business professionals, and they’d be counting on me for inspiration...

Though I was physically prepared, did I have the spiritual knowledge to fully deliver the message?

When I arrived home that afternoon I opened up the book Ask and It is Given by Esther and Jerry Hicks. -- It’s all about the Law of Attraction and ways of manifesting that which you desire into your life.

As I re-scanned each chapter I began to realize that finding fault with my Self was not going to help. I needed to change my focus to a more positive direction and be more consistent with my thoughts and my mood.

I was also reminded that when things don’t move in a positive direction it’s because energies are colliding. This happens because the energies of ‘resistance’ are equivalent to the energies of ‘allowing.’

In other words, negative thoughts are equally balanced with positive ones...

I craved to know how I could push past this 'sticking point' and so I closed my eyes for a deep meditation.

After a few minutes of breathing, the words Be capricious filled my mind.

Then, a gentle pause, followed by the words: Appreciate rather than yearn.

This was followed by silence.

My thoughts began to wander as I opened my eyes.

Capricious?

Though I’ve heard the word before, I wasn’t quite sure what it meant, so I pulled out my trustworthy dictionary and began to read aloud...

Capriciousness is “a sudden, unpredictable change as of one’s mind.” (Webster’s)

The puzzle was now complete.

In order for me to be a better speaker I’d not only need to shift my thoughts and emotions toward the positive, but I’d also need to stop comparing myself to other people.

Longing to be like someone else was emitting negative vibrations. Yearning to be different was causing me to stay right where I am.

The only way I would move forward would be to begin appreciating the differences in other people without hungering to be more like them. Otherwise I would continue to experience the energies of a 'push and pull' vibration.

All that night and the next I focused my thoughts and my mood in a positive direction. I reminisced about Mr. Black’s speech and admired his ability to light up the room. I appreciated being able to meet him and to experience his gift of words. This kept the essence of my being moving forward in a positive direction.

By the end of my speech the very next day my evaluation forms were reflective of my new direction...

“You’re engaging” - “You’re passionate” - “You’re involved” -“You’ve allowed me to look deep within myself to find my root purpose” - “Thank you for helping me”

Gratitude of differences is loving; Longing to be different is not.

Are you moving ahead? .

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ETE

A Soul-Felt Moment

2007-10-06T14:32:00.002-06:00

"Attunement is at any given time the condition of our openness for perceiving and dealing with what we encounter; the pitch at which our existence is vibrating.” ~ Author, Medard Boss

This week has been colder than normal... as if the mountains are gigantic ice cubes and the sky is its water glass just dripping down chilly condensation.

As you might recall my sister and brother were here for a visit last week. I want to share with you something that happened last Saturday. In actuality, my sister asked me to blog about it, so here it goes...

Steve, my sister Squirt, my brother Matthew and me had gone out for pizza last weekend when my sister began experiencing homesickness.

As her mood changed from sadness to anger, I encouraged her to be more cautious of her energy because she was emitting negative vibrations into the room.

This only made her more upset, and she insisted I stop speaking about stupid energy theories because it was all a load of crap.

Then, after a few choice words and a small cooling off period, Steve and Matt finally convinced us to go listen to a band.

We all drove across town to a local hangout. After finding a table near the dance floor, we soon realized no cocktail servers were on duty.

Steve and Matthew excused themselves to go get a round of drinks, and Squirt asked me if I’d be okay watching the table as she left to use the rest room.

Now alone, I found myself being drawn to a guy who was sitting by himself across the crowded room. He was about my age, and though I didn’t find him attractive in appearance, there was something about his presence that made me wonder if he could read my mind.

He was staring intensely at me.

As I reached for my jacket to retrieve a cough drop, he began to walk toward me.

I looked up just on time to see him standing over my table.

Without saying a word, he set down his drink, pulled out a chair and took a seat directly in front of me.

His eyes remained engrossed on me, and after several silent minutes, he finally spoke.

“I came over here because I felt I needed to.” he said.

“Okay,” I quietly responded.

“You’re worrying about something,” he added. “I can feel it.”

“Worrying?” I questioned.

“Yes, and I was called over to remind you that you’re extremely gifted. -- You’re aware of things that not many people are. Don’t ever question this.”

“Thank You,” I said.

He was right in that I had been questioning my Self ever since the fall out with my sister. My Ego was telling me my thinking was stupid and that my so called gift of intuition was nothing more than hype.

His message was exactly what I needed to hear.

After a few more moments of silence my sister returned to the table.

She began to assess the situation. -- From her perspective it probably appeared this new guy was hitting on me, so she plopped herself down next to him and began giving him a hard time.

“Your sister is extremely gifted,” he explained.

"Oh yea,” she laughed, “I’m gifted too.”

Then she pulled two straws from her glass and walked them across the table like two stick figurines.

“What can you do with your straw?” she questioned staring at the stir stick in his glass.

Not answering her, he turned to me and said, “Most people in this room don’t see what you do.”

I nodded.

Not understanding, my sister took her left hand and laid her palm over some skull and crossbones that had been carved into the table. Then she slid her fingers over just far enough to reveal one of its bones.

“What do you see?” she sarcastically questioned.

Then, without waiting for reply, she began to laugh and said, “It’s a nose.”

“Okay,” the guy smiled. “So now I have one for you... What do you see in this room?”

My sister turned for a moment and looked at the people on the dance floor.

Then she briefly glanced toward me and teased, “Energy.”

“Exactly!” the guy said, “That’s exactly it!”

Still not understanding, my sister questioned, “What’s your name?”

“Jimmy James,” he smiled.

My sister’s eyes widened.

Jimmy James just so happens to be the name of my sister’s new nephew, and she just so happened to have sent a text message out inquiring about him just a few minutes prior.

“I’m just here visiting “Mt. Tan-ya,” he said, opening his hands to present his current surroundings.

My sister was officially wigging out.

“Tan-ya” just so happens to be the name of my brother’s wife, and my sister just so happens to exaggerates the intonation of her name almost every time she sees her.

“You’re freaking me out,” she replied, shivering from the willies that were moving down her spine.

‘Jimmy James’ remained quiet and simply smiled at her.

“Seriously,” she said. "You’re freaking me out, so stop that.”

I could tell by her body language that she was experiencing a real a-ha, "soul-felt" moment, and I was honored to be a part of it.

“Can you hear it?” ‘Jimmy James’ inquired.

“Hear what?” my sister pressed.

“Shhh,” he said. “Just listen with your mind. Tune out the band and the laughter and the noise. What do you hear?”

My sister only rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Though I knew he was speaking about the energy vibrations in the room, my sister wasn’t yet aligned.

‘Jimmy James’ then asked permission to hum into her ear.

He leaned in and began to match his voice with the vibrational pitches in the room.

My sister's face began to beam as tears welled in her eyes. -- She was now interconnected with all the energies that were present.

'Jimmy James' pulled himself back then explained, “You’ll hear it on your own very soon.”

And then, just as smoothly as he arrived, he got up from his chair and walked back through the crowded room.

Tears continued to fill my sister’s eyes, and I lovingly winked at her.

She had just experienced a “Soul-Felt” moment.

Attunement is “being or bringing into harmony; a feeling of being "at one" with another being.” (Websters)

What’s your present tone?

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ETE

Go with the Flow: Creating Spiritual Space

2007-09-29T15:16:00.000-06:00

“When someday I die, please tell those whom I know that I ebbed with the Flow” ~ Author, Mihály Csíkszentmihályi

Another weekend’s upon us. I hope you’re enjoying the experience.

Earlier this week my younger sister and brother flew in for a visit.

It’s been enjoyable watching them experience everything for the very first time – from the fresh falling summit snow in the mountains, to the beautiful fall painted trees bordering each beautiful river.

When my siblings first arrived, we were ecstatic to see each other, but deep down we were all wondering, 'Would we get along?'

It had been 15+ years since we shared the same roof together, and though we all had the best of intentions no one knew for sure just how long it would last. ;)

Just a few minutes after leaving the airport, I made a few “unexpected” pit stops. This threw off my sister who was planning on going straight to her new room to drop off her luggage. -- When she found out we were stopping off at the grocery store instead, she was a little bit perturbed.

My brother lovingly nudged her.

"Just go with the flow,” he said.

Little did I know just how much this piece of advice would come in handy for me...

Just an hour into the visit, as my sister and brother were unpacking their luggage, I quickly learned that making room for their stay would be more than just creating physical space by emptying closets and drawers.

I had overlooked the concept of making room for spiritual space, and because of this I was about to learn a very valuable lesson about what it really means to "go with the flow."

Webster’s defines space as “the unlimited great 3-dimensional realm in which all material objects are located and all events occur.”

When we look at “going with the flow” from a scientific perspective, we learn matter is made up of condensed energy and energy is a big bundle of power.

Spiritually speaking, energy needs to be positive for spiritual space to occur. It's a dimension that goes beyond the physical world; It’s an intangible power that dances positively to and fro as long as there’s room for it to move.

Spiritual space can’t be touched physically, but it can be 'felt' intuitively. It’s sensing other’s emotions and knowing those around you are supporting you lovingly and positively even when no words are spoken.

I’d be fibbing if I told you I was able to create spiritual space that very first night. – In fact, I was a bit displaced.

I found myself wondering if the guest rooms were comfortable enough or if the common household routines would be accepted or rejected.

Because of my wanting to control the cosmic waves of the room, the spiritual space around us began clogging up, and everyone present could 'feel' it.

By the very next morning, after I heard that both my siblings had gotten a poor night's rest, I could really feel my Self begin to spin.

I needed to meditate with my Maker in Mind...

After a few deep breaths, I began visualizing myself at the office of my acupuncturist. He and I have seen each other three times over the course of the last few months. (Note: For those of you who didn’t get a chance to read my Angels on Earth article, Steve and I have tried getting pregnant without success... Though nothing appears to be wrong physically, we have had no luck conceiving for the last 6-1/2 years... thus part of the reason for seeing the acupuncturist.)

Fully relaxed in reflection now, I began to recall my acupuncturist describing how energy flowed...

According to Chinese medicine, good health comes from an uninhibited flow of positive energy to all meridians in the body. When this positive energy flow is blocked, it affects the body negatively with tension and disfunction.

Right on cue, my Higher Power broke in...

The same goes for spiritual space.

To keep the energy positive, you must go with the flow.

It was then I had my answer.

I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes.

I now realized that going with the flow didn’t mean conforming. It meant allowing...

From a fuzzy bumble bee flying indoors to an out-of-town guest or a new child in my home, I would only be capable of exchanging positive energy with every living being if I allowed things to go with the flow in spiritual space.

Without this, tension and resistance builds up and positive energy stops flowing freely; Then negative energy takes form.

Having my sister and my brother here for a visit has really opened my eyes. -- I'm now able to see the importance of going with the flow in this glorious energy field of spiritual space that we all call life.

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ETE

'Feeling' Free

2007-09-22T18:35:00.000-06:00

Happy Fall Everyone!

What a beautiful time of year it is here in the Mountains. The mornings are crisp and the backdrop of the horizon is popping with beautiful autumn foliage. How wonderful it is to see snow in the elevation again! Ski season is just around the corner.

This week has been an incredible learning experience for me.

My Higher Power presented me with some one-on-one consultation. -- Not only did I get to consult, but I was consulted too.

My first consultation was with a woman who was stuck in a rut and struggling with time and energy and direction for her new business. Specifically, she was hoping I could give her some tips on how she could move ahead.

The second person was unhappy with life, and though personal dreams were finally revealing themselves, lack of patience was causing the world to feel like it wasn’t moving fast enough.

My role was simple – Take them each on a soul-felt journey to help them re-discover their true inner-selves.

I began by explaining how people often look outside for answers when everything they need is within.

What would it look like to love our self enough that we no longer need the approval, appreciation, agreement or acceptance from others?

How would it feel to mend a fragile self-esteem or to heal our insecurities with personalized love and attention?

What would it be like not to feel anger anymore or to worry about our life?

As each person’s soul was revealed , one person realized she’s been neglecting herself which is why she’s felt so incomplete; The other person realized the importance of living in the moment and allowing the soul ‘to be.’

I cannot tell you how grateful I am for having met these two individuals. Not only did they have the courage to look within, but they also were mirror images to my Self.

As I spoke to each of them, I was able to recall times in my life when I too struggled with low self-esteem and how it felt to get stuck in rut and become impatient with the world.

Reflecting on this was important because I could now see how far I’ve come thus far...

But, the most important discovery was realizing that despite the fact that I’ve taken all the necessary steps of looking within, I continue to tightly grip onto my past.

Why have I been doing this?

It was time for some serious meditation...

I woke early on Thursday and walked down to the river just after sunrise...

The air was cool and invigorating and the steamy current moved at a steady pace as the sun’s rays melted away the fog.

I sat against a fallen log in the sand, breathing in deeply as I slowly closed my eyes.

I recalled how I’ve been in touch with my soul and how I've faced each of my fears so far...

What was I still missing?

My inner-voice answered me with a question...

Do you feel it’s healthy to harbor your feelings inside?

I began to think about this a minute, and realized it was not.

Then, an image of a helium balloon came to light.

I saw myself holding its ribbon in my hand.

Release it and let it go.

I could see the balloon full of past insecurities and its ribbon symbolized my need to be in control.

Tears streamed down my face as the sun broke away from a cloud and beamed warmly against my face.

Everything would be alright.

As I slowly opened my fingers, I released the imaginary balloon.

I envisioned it floating out toward the river and up into the sky.

A shiver ran up my spine as I became fully aware of more joy flowing into my life.

I simply needed to make room for it.

To release is “to let go and to be free from anything that restrains.” (Websters)

By hanging onto past emotions, our souls can never be free.

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ETE - P.S. Have a great Birthday tomorrow Squirt! I love you!!

Spiritual Empowerment

2007-09-15T19:28:00.001-06:00

“Authentic empowerment is the knowing that you are on purpose, doing God's work, peacefully and harmoniously.” –Dr. Wayne Dyer

This past week was a very enlightening one. I met so many wonderful people who genuinely touched my soul.

It began last Sunday when I met in-person with a woman named Pamela.

She and I had met several months ago on the telephone when we learned we are both writers for a local magazine and enjoy conversing about spirituality.

Pamela is a professional intuitive and Reiki Practitioner.

As we began talking, she sensed my worry and stress.

“I’d like to help empower you by gifting you with some healing energy,” she said with a smile.

I welcomed Pamela’s hug as her healing hands gently filled my spirit with a wonderful flow of Reiki energy.

Reiki is a Japanese technique that’s been used since the 1800’s. It’s a spiritually guided healing life-force.

In Japanese, the word Rei means "God's Wisdom or the Higher Power" and Ki means "life force energy.”

Thanks to Pamela’s Reiki healing, my energy was much more loving.

I now had a more positive outlook on life, which I could then pass on to others...

I began a 5 day spiritual journey out West to present to over 100 beautiful women who were seeking to understand how to become more balanced and how to live on purpose.

As I stood in front of the crowded room, I began to speak about various methods for aligning with our true self.

“Be empowered,” I said, “because when you do, you are living on purpose.”

Empowerment is our individual assertion of strength. It’s centering on the intellectual, physical, emotional and spiritual pieces to our Self.

To truly live on purpose these core pieces must be in harmony.

An easy way to be empowered is to look deep within, pushing past all judgment, worry and fear and allowing healing energy to flow between your physical, emotional and intellectual being to your spiritual being.

Empowerment is unmasking from who you think others want you to be to who you really are... It's a loving transition between yourself to your Self.

Empowerment means Power.

Power means Strength.

Strength means Authority.

Authority means “allowing ourselves to be the expert; the accepted source.” (Websters)

When we're our true Self, we become aligned and empowered in our true form of authority... Then, and only then, can we fulfill our dream of living on purpose.

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ETE -- P.S. Thank you for all your loving thoughts. Steve is healing well.

Faith Healing

2007-09-08T18:52:00.001-06:00

Some say hell is a troubled state of mind. This past week I was living in this state trying desperately to pull myself back into balance.

I hadn't realized how bad it was until Steve and I took our canoe out onto the river.

It was a beautiful holiday day. We were enjoying time off together, floating tranquilly and peacefully along the shallow river admiring its pure clear water when suddenly we approached a drop off.

Because our canoe is longer in length, we were quickly gaining speed.

“Rapids,” I shouted.

“Go straight,” Steve directed. “And paddle hard.”

Despite our best effort of digging, the fast moving current had a mind of its own.

Our canoe spun sideways, accelerated across a pile of rocks and then smashed into a protruding boulder tipping us on our sides like two overturned kabobs.

The icy cold water was daunting, but I managed to crawl my way back to shore.

Completely stunned, I began to laugh... partially because the whole thing was funny, but mainly because of the adrenaline rush.

I looked up to see Steve and the canoe being swept down river.

For a brief moment I could see him tossing his paddle and his baseball cap toward the riverfront. And, though he appeared to be alright, it would be another hundred yards before I knew for sure.

The bank of the shore was steep with river rock as I picked up my paddle and used its handle to cross the arduous embankment.

I encountered obstacle after obstacle. From dead wood to rooted trees, there were times I was up to my waist in water wondering the entire time just how far Steve had gone.

As I picked up his baseball cap and paddle, everything felt surreal. These two items were the only signs of him.

Seconds felt like minutes. Finally, I could see the canoe in the distance and crouched by its side was Steve. -- His shirt and lifejacket were off.

As much as I wanted to run in his direction, I knew it was best not to chance twisting my ankle in the rock.

“Are you okay?” I shouted.

“Yea.” he said. Though I could sense something wasn’t right in his voice.

“Did you have fun?” I called out.

“This isn’t exactly what I’d call fun,” Steve replied.

It was then I knew he was hurt.

It appeared he was pressing on his knee.

“What’s wrong,” I inquired.

“I can see the bone in my leg,” he said.

My breath dropped from my lungs and into my heart.

Though I wanted to panic, my Higher Power took hold....

You must remain calm and focus on your breathing.

I inhaled deeply.

Steve had removed his tank top and had it wound it around his shin as a tourniquet. -- Intuition told me not to remove it.

He'd be unable to walk on his own.

I was aghast to see two more sets of rapids lie ahead. -- The only way around them would be to put Steve into the canoe and to use the rope on the front of it to pull him through.

I mustered up my courage and said a prayer.

Though we came close to tipping several times, we finally made it back to our car.

The Divine was on our side.

As soon as Steve was seated in the vehicle, he began to shiver uncontrollably. He was going into shock.

I flipped the heater onto high and quickly pulled bandages from our first aid kit so as to secure them tightly to his leg.

The tank top was drenched with red and the gash was very, very deep.

Thankfully the drive to the emergency room was not too far. The doctor on call sewed 20 stitches into Steve’s shin.

As I held my husband’s hand, I experienced sympathy for his every ache and pain.

Now, a few days later, Steve’s leg begins to heal, and I am healing too.

Somehow this experience has made me a stronger person. -- I’m now more appreciative of life and more respectful of this blessed world. I'm more in harmony with nature and able to embrace the Universe and all it has to offer...even in times of pain.

To heal is “to cleanse and to purify.” (Websters)

All it takes is faith.

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ETE

Confidence Remains

2007-09-01T17:23:00.000-06:00

Happy Labor Day Weekend Everyone!

Ralph Waldo Emerson said “If I have lost confidence in myself I have the universe against me.”

This definitely explains some things...

Personally, when I lose my confidence I feel completely off-center.

I get stuck in a pity-pot feeling sorry for myself, yet I often don’t recognize it.

I was in that pitiful pot this week.

I began to think about how it’s nearing Fall and how I still haven’t grown my business to the size I want it to be.

I began to fear I’ve been my wasting time living out a dream that may turn out to be a dead-end.

My Ego was at the wheel again.

Ego = E.dging G.od O.ut

And though the Divine is always omnipresent, when it’s just you and God and no one else it sometimes doesn't feel like enough...

Unbeknownst to me, as I walked Buddy through the park that day, I was about to be taught a very valuable lesson...

There we were playing fetch when Buddy began sniffing around as if to relieve himself (and I’m not talking the liquid contents kind).

Just as he began to squat, a neighbor appeared just a couple of yards away.

Embarrassment spread across my face as I began to wonder just what would he think.

I took a quick look.

Thank goodness the trees were still blocking his view.

Hurry it up Dog.

What happens if he sees?

Would I be expected to scoop up his poo right then and there?

How humiliating that would be.

Seconds felt like minutes, and after what felt like forever Buddy finished his doggy duty (pun intended) just as the neighbor man appeared.

Wanting to block all evidence, I took a step back.

“It looks like it might rain,” the neighbor man called out.

“We sure need it,” I said forcing a smile and stepping back again.

The neighbor waved to me and then power-walked past me, saying “Have a great day!”

Oh my goodness.

Talk about a close call!

Now it was time to clean up the mess.

I took a step toward the park’s “clean up after your pets” pedestal to retrieve a doggy doo bag when I noticed my right shoe felt like it was stuck in a clump of mud.

I balanced myself on my left leg and flipped my right shoe over to have myself a look.

My tennis shoe was caked with Buddy’s poo.

Can you believe I had stepped in my own dog’s doo?!!

Worse yet, after dragging my heel across the lawn like a freak I begrudgingly discovered all the doggy doo bags were gone.

What a day I was having!

Buddy began to wag his tail.

I found nothing funny about it.

I pulled some tissues from my pocket and used them to pick up the left-overs from the lawn.

How totally disgusting this was!

Then I scraped my shoe on every stick and rock I could find.

It was completely gross.

When I got home I kicked off my shoes in the garage and padded my stocking feet up the stairs.

I told Steve what happened, and he began to laugh hysterically.

“The funniest thing is you were trying to avoid the very thing you attracted,” he said.

I was still not smiling.

As I wallowed my way into my office, my Higher Power interjected...

Find your confidence again and you’ll be okay.

At this point I was up for anything, so I pulled out my dictionary.

Confidence.

Confidence is defined as “full trust; belief in the powers.” (Websters)

It was then I realized that my second guessing everything was causing me to separate my Self from the Universe, and I didn’t like its remains.

-- Another lesson learned.

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ETE

It Begins From Within

2007-08-25T07:02:00.001-06:00

What a wonderful week it’s been!!

There is so much love and support around me. A soul-felt thanks to all of my dedicated and loyal readers who are embracing me even tighter as I live on purpose.

Since my last entry, the following questions were asked...

“What is the difference between having a conversation with our Higher Power/God and listening to our own inner-voice?”

AND

“What if I can’t hear my Higher Power/God? Does it mean there’s something wrong with me?”

First off, thank you for coming forward with these questions. -- If one person is having them, chances are there are others.

Let me share with you something that happened this past week.

I had the honor of conducting two customized trainings for a small group of business professionals. They were seeking to learn more about how they can become more loving team members and customer service reps.

As you know, I love to weave spirituality into each of my writing and training topics, so we began by talking about what it means to begin from within.

Within is defined as “inwardly; in the mind, heart or soul.” (Websters)

Almost everything in life comes down to personal perception and word interpretation.

Just because I call spiritual messages “a conversation with God” and someone else calls it “the voice of reason” and someone else calls it “an inner-knowing” or a "hunch" doesn’t mean they aren’t one in the same.

Personally, I feel there’s no difference between our inner-voice and the voice of our Higher Power. (Not to be confused with your Ego-voice.)

Both voices come from within.

“Beginning from within” is following your intuition. It’s the powerful force that guides us in our daily lives so we know which path to take and which journey to make.

It’s going deep within ourselves to find our center and to become more spiritually aligned.

Because we are all on our own path, there will be some people who believe our Higher Power cannot speak to us directly, yet they will acknowledge they have a voice of intuition.

Personally, I think this is just semantics, but I respect them for following their inner-guide.

Others pray or meditate yet receive only silence, but will later “feel” a gentle nudge or receive a positive vibration from certain things or certain people which will appear as their answer.

This is what works for them.

Just the other day in fact I was talking to my sister on the phone, thanking her for a new book she had sent me.

“You’re welcome,” she said, “I was in the bookstore and something just told me to buy it for you.”

This “something” was her Higher Power at work.

Though some people can’t hear an actual voice, they can feel it.

This is because our Higher Power speaks to everyone differently and because messages don’t always come in the form of sound.

Take for instance the people who send requests to their Higher Power in the form of prayer and receive a tangible answer in the form of a miracle.

Or what about those who get a strong internal “knowing” and will then follow the path that brings them the most comfort and joy.

-- The source is the same.

Think about it this way...

When it comes to knowing Truth, it’s like a big game of Hot and Cold.

When you’re getting warmer, you’ll know it and feel it through strong positive spiritual vibrations and messages.

And, because our Higher Power/God is our greatest mentor, He knows each of us needs to be taught life lessons differently.

For myself, I am an auditory learner, so it makes sense that spiritual messages channel through me via an inner-voice some times and through the mouth of acquaintances at others (like in my Angels on Earth story).

For some of you, the voice will come in the form of a thought, a feeling, a picture or a strong intuitive knowing.

When we listen from within, we go deep inside our Self and plug into our Higher Power who will always give us our answers.

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(Please keep the questions coming, as they will allow us to learn from each other along the way. )

ETE - P.S. Thank you Dear Husband for supporting me and believing in me every step of the way. Happy Birthday to you this week my Love!