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Monday, May 31, 2010

Age is Only a Number

As I observe the souls in my life it really makes me laugh. I don’t connect well with people my age, but give me someone twenty, thirty or forty years younger and I fit like an expensive glove. I have found the majority of those my age are physically and mentally “old”. They live in the ‘remember when” past.

I have a copy of my birth certificate so I know how old I am supposed to be, legally speaking, of course. My mother, to justify the fact that she married my father in June and I was born in December, claimed until the day she died that I was premature. Sorry mom the paper work clearly states full term. That might explain why I have always had a problem with math.

Recently I had the opportunity to provide a meal for five people in my “family circle”. They were my youngest grandson (8), a granddaughter (23), my daughter (30), her finance (37) and my ex-husband (72). The group pretty much covered all age categories.

As I looked around the table I realized that except for my young grandson, I was the healthiest and youngest soul there. I must be doing something right and whatever it is I am going to keep doing it. Apparently I should have listened to my chiropractor who recently said she thought I was 15 years younger than I am. Perhaps the reason I can’t find the “companion” I am waiting for is because I am stuck in the wrong age group. Now there’s a thought!

Speaking of age I would like to share a poem that my daughter framed, several years ago, for my young grandson to give me. It is one of the nicest gifts I have every received, because it is a perfect fit.

Walking with Grandma
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn’t say “Now hurry up”,
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do.
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see.
I’m glad that God made Grandma
Unrushed and young like me!
~anonymous~

Thursday, May 27, 2010

A Tribute to a Fighter

As we Americans know Monday, May 31 is the traditional Memorial Day, commemorating U.S. men and women who died while in military service. It was first enacted to honor deceased Union soldiers of the Civil War.

Admittedly this holiday does not mean much to me because I have no personal history of losing anyone I knew on the battlefield. The closest I came was when my oldest son dodged land mines hidden in the sand during Desert Storm. Thankfully he wasn’t injured and returned home safely.

Memorial Day causes me to think about all people I have known who are deceased. There is one woman who is right up there on top because she was a true fighter on the battlefield of life. Barbara Hocker began her battle with diabetes in 1969 when she was a senior in high school. She almost didn’t graduate because she spent most of that year learning to live with the disease.

Her first kidney transplant only lasted four years and the second in 1988 caused severe complications which led to a coma. During the coma she had an encounter with (in her words) “Jesus Christ My Lord”. He did not speak in words, but his message that it was not time yet became imbedded in her mind. She survived, but spent the rest of her life on dialysis. Barbara said she used the experience to lift her up when she was down.

Diabetes took a real toll on her body, over time she lost a leg, several fingers and toes and became legally blind. In 2000 she gratefully adopted a yellow Labrador Guide Dog named Panama. He was her constant companion until she died in September 2007. The whole town was relieved, that because of the dog’s age, Guide Dogs for the Blind allowed her husband to keep Panama.

Despite her physical problems Barbara was a very active member of our community. She and John raised three boys. She loved her family and her church and her friends. She took many college classes to continue her education. She once told me that chemistry was a real challenge because she couldn’t see what she was measuring!

For several years before her death Barbara ran a snack bar at New Mexico State University. She was a great role model for the students and they adored her sense of humor and never give up attitude. Four days before she died, recovering from the recent amputation of all but her pinky finger on her writing hand, she planned to go back to work. God apparently decided she had done enough.

The morning of her death I happened to look up into the sky and noticed a word written in a child like scrawl. When I realized it said Jesus I knew Barbara had sent me a message that she had safely arrived at her destination and was just fine. I related her message to her husband.

Barbara’s obituary stated, “Because of her never ending will to live she affected everyone she came into contact with. Her life was cut short at 55, but her impact on others because of her heart, strength and determination will live on forever.”

This Memorial Day I choose to remember my friend, Barbara Hocker and her ability to fight for her life until she took her last breath.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

It's Fun Being Green

Yesterday morning I was greeted by a wonderful message from a new Facebook friend, Michele. She said, “I love the things you write about. Your mind is so open and you are a very intelligent, strong minded, down to earth person. Green is the best way I can describe you.”

Wow what a great message! It is no doubt the most sincere, original, thought provoking compliment I have ever received regarding my writing. The first thing that came to my mind was that today green means clean. It really is an apt description of my writing. I try very hard to eliminate clutter and simply write honest posts for ordinary readers about ordinary things that happen; sometimes to me and sometimes to others.

The next thing that came to my mind was Kermit the Frog. I simply can not resist sharing the words to his famous song.

It’s not easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow, or gold
Or something much more colorful like that.

It’s not easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over
‘cause you’re not standing out
Like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky.

But green’s the color of spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like a mountain
Or important like a river
Or tall like a tree.

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why
But why wonder why wonder
I am green and I’ll do fine
It’s beautiful, and I think it’s what I want to be.

Now that I have that out of my system, green really is powerful. It is the color for the heart chakra; it symbolizes healing, the life force, balance, nature, fertility and money. It contains the energies of nature, growth and the desire to expand and increase. Green is soothing, alleviates depression and anxiety and offers a sense of harmony. Green veggies are essential for good health and I love green tea.

I think it's fun being green!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Colin's Day to Shine



In the past I have written a lot about my youngest grandchild, Colin. He is just so cute and so full of life that it is hard not to. I recently realized that not only have I mentioned him several times in my blog posts, he was also referred to in both of my books and my CD.

Colin is a little short for his age and is usually the smallest kid in his class, but that never holds him back, especially in sports. He loves soccer and grownups love to watch him out maneuver other players, with his speed and tricks. Once he gets the ball nobody catches him. Last season he started playing basketball and it was hilarious to watch him jump straight up in the air to keep an opponent from making a basket. He is the manifestation of “where there is a will there is a way.”

So I declare today COLIN’S DAY TO SHINE, at least on my blog. Go Colin Go! In the above track and field photo I took this morning that’s him out in front, of course!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Walk On

I have made every effort to balance my being between the ego mind and the soul mind. I am quite aware that every thought creates my reality and that living in the present is the only sensible way to live. I can’t do anything about yesterday except learn from it and tomorrow there is no guarantee that I will be residing in this temporary body. I have been thinking about the path I personally took to get to where I am today. It is an interesting assortment of words offered by others.

First there was the Lord’s Prayer taught to me by my grandmother when I was a child. It was of course, followed by the 10 commandments, when I started attending church.

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power
and the glory, for ever and ever.

In recent years I began exploring and it led me to investigating Buddhism through a friend. It seems to be a very peaceful and accepting way to live. All Oriental teachings are very attractive to me.

The Buddhist Path
To lead a moral life,
To be mindful and aware of thoughts and actions,
To develop wisdom and understanding.

Recently I read the Reiki Principles
Just for today I will not be angry.
Just for today I will not worry.
Just for today I will be grateful.
Just for today I will do my work honestly.
Just for today I will be kind to every living thing.

and the ancient Toltec Wisdom’s Four Agreements
Be impeccable with your word.
Don’t take anything personally.
Don’t make assumptions.
Always do your best.

My current rule of thumb is to ask myself if a thought is ego based or soul based. The answer often causes me to stop and reconsider before taking action. The most important words I have learned on my path are our thoughts create our reality.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Going Fishing




Photographs I took at the Riverwalk in Grants, New Mexico. It is a great place to relax and just be whoever you are.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Going Going Gone

My Get Up and Go

Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on a table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself;
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But, though nations are warring, and Congress is vexed,
We’ll still stick around to see what happens next!

How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!

When I was young my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black
I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don’t mind at all;
I’d rather be huffing than not puffing at all.

How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper, and read the obits.
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!

How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I’m able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!

~anonymous~

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Bon Voyage Rose

Talking to my chiropractor, Rose produced a personal view of the law of attraction. She had told me recently that she would be taking a trip out of the country, but I had not asked where. This morning she said she is going to Israel in a couple of weeks. My writer’s antenna popped up and I asked what possessed her to go there. Her explanation was so intriguing I decided to share the details.

Back in February she had the experience of talking with a group of church members who were planning on a trip to Israel. She listened with interest thinking what a wonderful adventure that would be. Rose is a very spiritual person and a trip like this would be especially meaningful to her.

She continued to think about it that night. Although she had the money for the trip it would be a strain on her budget to go. Rose is very family oriented and feels obligated to help out financially when needed. She knew if she spent the money on the trip it would mean she would be less available to help her family in the near future.

In the middle of the night she suddenly sat bolt upright in bed and said, “why didn’t I know I am supposed to go to Israel?” The next day she got an email inviting her to go on the trip from a person who told her, “I suddenly sat bolt upright in my bed” and said, “I need to invite Rose on the trip.”

Rose could not ignore the parallel of events and agreed to the trip. There was obviously some reason she was supposed to go. Still feeling a bit guilty about the expense she said a silent prayer that it would be nice if someone decided to sponsor her. The next day she got an email from a generous friend who decided to do just that. Her plane fare and accommodations have been taken care of.

I am very curious to learn the reason behind this story. I wonder what is waiting for her in Israel. I know she is excited about the trip, but I am almost as excited to know what will happen when she gets there. She promised to tell me the rest of the story when she returns to work. Bon voyage Rose!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Turn Turn Turn

For every thing there is a season,
A time for every purpose under the heaven;
A time to pluck and,
A time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones and,
A time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace and,
A time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get and a time to lose;
A time to keep and a time to cast away;
A time to rend and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love and a time to hate;
A time of war and a time of peace;
I swear it’s not too late.

This poem/song was adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes 3:1,
with the exception of the title and the last six words, which were
added by song writer Pete Seeger in 1959 as a plea for world peace.
It appears we need that same plea today.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Grandma's Little Man

My friend Kate is a very caring lady. Over the years we have spent a lifetime at her kitchen table sharing our experiences and exchanging our view of the world’s problems. Our values reflect the fact that we are about the same age and grew up in middle class families that today would be considered low income. We are not part of the “plugged in” generation of our children and grandchildren.

What Kate and I value most is friendship and family ties. We agree relationships can not be purchased for any amount of money. I am a bit envious that she was blessed with grandchildren. Kate believes they are a second chance to pass on what she has learned to another generation. Her experiences have led her to conclude that her grown children seldom see her as wise.

Eight year old, Peter is the only grandchild who has been in her life since he was a baby. He was born in New York three days before the terrorist attack on the twin towers. He was introduced to his grandmother a month later. He spent another month at her home in New Mexico before he and his mother took the long train trip back to New York. Kate didn’t see Peter again until he was four months old.

This marked the beginning of a special relationship for both of them. Kate’s daughter became a single parent before Peter was a year old and also held a full time job. Because money is tight Kate has always been available to help out when she can. At first she felt it was an imposition, but soon grew to realize what a valuable gift she had been given.

Kate became so enthralled with Peter that when he was 20 months old she featured him in a human interest column she wrote for her local newspaper, referring to him as “Little Man”. She wanted readers to understand that children are little people looking for guidance and the adults in their lives have the responsibility of being good role models so their children will grow up secure and happy.

These two beings are a perfect pair and thoroughly enjoy being in each others company. They both have a colorful imagination that adds laughter to the simplest things. Once Peter had a fat hamster that he named Famster, explaining the F stood for fat. One of the pair’s favorite activities is a trip to the park to feed the birds and ducks dry bread crumbs.

One day Peter found a dead bird in the backyard. Almost in tears, he implored his grandmother to do something. Deciding it was an excellent opportunity to teach him about death and respect, Kate helped Peter dig a hole to bury the bird. They placed a plastic flower on top of the grave to mark the sad event. Ordinarily she would have dumped the carcass in the trash. Teachers come in all ages Kate realized.

During the Christmas holiday Kate received an unexpected phone call. She was invited to have lunch with her visiting 21 year old grandson, Scott, whom she had not seen in ten years. It just happened to be Peter’s last day of school vacation so he was able to join them at a local restaurant.

As Kate observed her two grandsons sitting next to each other, one tall and dark haired one short and blond, she could not help but feel a little sad that she had not been in Scott’s life when he was growing up. She fondly remembered an experience from years earlier of taking in his perfect little face while giving him a bottle. Shortly after that his parents moved away and were later divorced, making the separation even greater.

After leaving the restaurant Scott gave his grandmother a warm hug and then turned and shook Peter’s hand saying, “Goodbye Little Man.”

Of all the words Scott could have used how very strange that he would choose those, Kate mused. They magically began to close the gap between them that time and distance had created.

(This story was a recent submission to a writing contest. Although it did not win, it was too good not to share- oh and by the way, except for the names it is true!)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

~author unknown~
Although the author of this famous poem is unknown several
people have claimed ownership and some have even claimed
to have written it themselves! How sad for the creator.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Lead the Way

Almost every day a bit of information comes my way that I can ignore or access for my personal spiritual education. Most of the time I check it out because I never know where it will lead. Sometimes it is a book, a poem, a photograph or just an inspirational thought shared by a friend.

Recently I was introduced to the book The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz. It offers a modern day interpretation of the ancient Toltec Wisdom. Deepak Chopra, author of The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, described the book as “a roadmap to enlightenment and freedom.”

Some of the other stops I have made on my path to enlightenment are to tap into the thoughts of Abraham-Hicks, Dr. Wayne Dyer, John Holland, James Redfield, Michael Newton, Eckhart Tolle, James Van Praagh, Edgar Cayce, Doreen Virtue and Rev. Mary Manin Morrissey just to name a few. I also have had lengthily “visitations” with several protestant and Catholic churches and participated as a member and officer in three Masonic organizations over the years.

For anyone to suggest I have not given other people’s view a fair shot would be slightly ridicules. There is not one other human, one church or one organization that has all the answers I need to live a perfect life. With so much spiritual information available today it is easy to get sucked into following someone or something claiming their way is THE only way.

I am going to take a break from all that knowledge for awhile and go back to my roots, knowing that my answers come from within and are between me and my Creator. It is the most important voice in my life and the only one I can always trust. Lead the way Father and I will follow you.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Parade of Men

A couple of days ago this statement was posted on facebook, “An emotionally, spiritually healthy woman will attract an emotionally, spiritually healthy man.” It produced a large amount of response, mostly by women. One woman in particular stated that she had spent several years “repairing” herself and still could not attract an emotionally healthy man.

I know exactly how the woman feels. The post caused me to think about the parade of men that have crossed my path during my adult years. I actually made a list just to refresh my memory. The main characters on the list included a couple of boyfriends, a couple of ex-husbands and a couple of guys who I actually thought were that special man. You know my soulmate, the man put on earth just for me.

With a felt tip marker I drew a box around those six names. They are gone, in the past, never to influence my life again in this lifetime. I have moved past them all, even the ones that I felt a strong soulmate connection with. They were the hardest to include in my little blue box, but I had to do it.

Along with the boxed in men was a list twice as long of men who have either been or are now friends, acquaintances etc. An interesting observation is that this list contains several men who I feel actually took the time to “see” me, while the boxed in men never had a clue. Also interesting is that the clued in have already been spoken for. That does lead me to contemplate why I attract men who are not available for one reason or another. Is it them or is it me?

For several years I have been asking the universe for a male companion and specifically stated that I am not particularly interested in marriage. I believe forty years is enough for this lifetime! Perhaps I have already been given exactly what I asked for. Is it possible that my definition of a companion and the definition the universe has are not the same? I have found from experience when I ask for something I need to be very specific.

Perhaps I was spoiled from an early age by watching my grandparents. My deceased grandfather was the kind of man who allowed people to be who they were. He was non judgmental, honest, dependable and loved everyone he knew. He had a beautiful rose garden and every morning cut a fresh rose for my grandmother. That’s the kind of man I am waiting for.

Maybe I am just too picky or that man simply does not reside on earth; or maybe I simply don’t think I deserve a man that special. In any case I will keep an open mind, while checking out the parade of men who continue to cross my path.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Creating for God

Creativity is a wonderful thing and we are all blessed with it in some form. It is a gift from our Creator given to us as a tool to sprinkle positive energy throughout the universe. I love this quote from the website Heaven Letters, “Creativity is getting yourself out of yourself and into the universe”.

There are as many expressions of creative gifts as there are people. Everyone has their own unique slant on their particular talent. The simplest things can bring happiness to others. I have a friend who is a wonderful cook and I love being invited to her home for dinner. She knows how to use just the right combination of spices and always goes out of her way to create an elegant presentation of whatever she has prepared. It is that extra special effort that makes any meal an event.

There are people who take extra pride in their garden and create a magnificent display of color and imagination for everyone passing by to enjoy. There are those who are so full of positive energy that a simple smile from them can change ones mood from anger to joy in a second. There are those with gifts that heal the young and the old. You name it and there is someone with a universal gift to make anything better.

Of course there are those whose creative gift has given them world wide fame. Are they anymore special than your neighbor who is a fantastic baker and gives her scrumptious pies away just because she can? Often money and fame get in the way of the real reason for creative gifts. History has shown it can blow up a person’s ego to the point that they believe all the hype and forget who they are and where they came from.

I remember watching Oprah Winrey interview an author who had just written a now famous book. She sat open mouthed when he said he didn’t care if anyone ever read his book. Oprah never got what he meant. I not only got it, I bought the book because of his comment. He wrote for the love of using his creative gift.

I have gone through many creative phases in my lifetime and have now settled on inspirational writing because it makes me very happy. I am quite aware that my efforts are being assisted by unseen spirits and I am happy to be their messenger. I have finally reached the point of understanding that my job stops at the writing. Although I truly appreciate feedback, how others interpret what I write has nothing to do with me.

When we misuse or ignore the creative gifts God has given that make us unique we are in danger of losing them. It is wise to always be grateful and keep the source of the gift in mind. “Creativity is getting yourself out of yourself and into the universe”.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Happy Birthday Andrew!


Meet my oldest grandson Andrew, who is celebrating his 22nd birthday today. He began his life in Guam because his father was in the Navy at the time. His twin sisters were 21 months old when he was born. His little feet touched foreign soil when he was just a toddler and his father was stationed at a base in Scotland.

Andrew began school in New Mexico and when he was on the verge of becoming a teenager his family moved to Georgia, where he has lived ever since. Since high school graduation he has been working for a restaurant where I understand he has gained the respect of his employer.

This last Christmas he spent a few days in New Mexico visiting family. One day I received a phone call inviting me to have lunch with him. It happened to be my younger grandson, Colin’s school vacation, so he joined us.

As I observed my two grandsons sitting next to each other, one tall and dark haired, one short and blond, I could not help but feel a little sad that I had not been in Andrew’s life when he was growing up. I fondly remembered an experience from years earlier of taking in his perfect little face while giving him a bottle. Shortly after that his parents moved away and were later divorced, making the separation even greater.

After leaving the restaurant Andrew gave me a warm hug and then turning to Colin, shook his hand saying, “Goodbye little man.”

Andrew is about to embark on a new journey. He has joined the Navy and will soon begin his own basic training. Wherever this path takes him I know he will do a great job because he is a fine example of today’s youth and I am proud of him.

Happy Birthday Andrew I wish you a pleasant journey through the rest of your life!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Paid for Kindness

After seeing a rather large orb in a photograph I had taken at the Riverwalk I couldn’t wait to investigate the spot and see if it still housed spirit energy. As I approached the area I was treated with the sight of a large gold fish swimming near the surface of the water. I took it as a friendly greeting and sat down on a grassy slope.

I noticed an older man smoking a cigar and using a net to scoop cans out of the water. A woman close by appeared to be helping by using her hands and a plastic bag. I thought how nice of them to be picking up other people’s trash.

Watching their efforts for a little while caused me to feel guilty. Recently my grandson and I had been playing in the park and came across some trash on the grass. I asked him “should we pick it up?” In honoring his no answer I missed a chance to teach him a lesson in kindness.

The memory of this experience caused me to stand and pick up whatever trash I found on my path. After walking some distance on my usual route around the pond I suddenly stopped. On the path right in front of me was a broken beer bottle. I had previously walked over and around this hazard more times than I care to admit and had done nothing to remove the mess.

Realizing that a child or a small animal could get cut on the glass caused me to use my foot to move it from the cement path. The act made me feel good, but at the same time I was embarrassed that I had not been motivated to do it sooner.

I continued around the pond to where I had been sitting, picking up whatever trash was reachable and disposing of it. The man and woman I had seen were now standing near their pickup truck examining its contents. I walked towards them with the intention of commending them for their efforts.

When I saw what was in their vehicle I realized they were scavengers and the cans they had retrieved were part of their haul. I started laughing and wondered if being a role model for kindness counts if you get paid for your efforts. I suspect kindness counts for whatever reason it is done.

In answer to the question that brought me to the Riverwalk on this day; it seems the area does still house spirit energy, just not exactly the way I had pictured it!

Sunday, May 9, 2010

A Mothers Day Message

Sitting on a park bench at the Riverwalk my eyes settled on a young woman walking barefoot along the edge of the pond, periodically looking into the water. Her hair got my attention because it was a rich reddish blond. When lit by the sun it almost glowed. I followed her path until she was in front of the bench I was sitting on.

Roxanne and I exchanged greetings and she asked if she knew me, thinking I looked familiar. I told her no, but she might have seen my photo in the paper because I was a columnist. She sat down and we began a conversation that lasted well over an hour.

She said she had dropped out of school and had her first child at a very early age. She admitted that drugs and poor choices in male companions had influenced her life until recently when she dumped the negativity. Her immediate plans were to move to another town and get an education in cosmetology.

Having investigated several different paths to achieve oneness with her Creator, she felt she was spiritually enlightened. I hoped her personal growth was “real” and not induced by drugs.

During the course of our talk her two boys, 11 and 5, were amusing themselves without much supervision from their mother. She would occasionally ask the older boy where his brother was. This bothered me because her body was there, but her mind was elsewhere. I strongly suspected this was normal mothering procedure for her. I wondered if she realized how much her negative experiences had affected the lives of her children. Did she truly understand that she is a role model for them?

This young woman reminded me of another whose spirit had crossed my path. She was the same age and coloring as Roxanne and also dreamed of a career in cosmetology. Her education was interrupted when she discovered at about age 19 that she was expecting a child.

Soon after the birth of her daughter she was diagnosed with bone cancer. She lost her courageous battle for life two years later. Shaunualee never had the chance to raise her precious child. I believe if her spirit could speak to Roxanne she would say; “quit screwing around, take charge of your life and live every day as if it were your last because it could very well be!”

My post today is in memory of Shaunualee Brito 1979-2002, whose grave marker offers the message “Always Believe”.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The Cat Experiment

A few weeks ago I made a comment to a man named John that I couldn’t quite envision life as a spark of light in the celestial realm. Without hesitation, he took it upon himself to help me see from a different vantage point.

He told me to close my eyes and picture a cat. Then he instructed me to picture the cat sitting, jumping, running or even changing colors. Then I was told to open my eyes and tell him who was looking at the cat.

My answer was no one because I was the cat. His reaction to my answer was, “Did you even do it?” Well, sort of I thought. I felt like an errant child. I was told to do it again. Knowing that he was trying to teach me something important I truly tried to follow his instructions.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t even see the cat let alone what it was doing or what color it was. My second answer to his “who is looking at the cat?” was- God. Just between us, I really had no clue. I figured that was a safe answer because God sees everything, right? That was not the answer he was expecting me to give him.

Exhibiting a great deal of patience, John gave it one more try, injecting that there were no wrong answers. Oh right, then why did I feel I had disappointed him? Forget everything I previously told you, he advised. Close your eyes and picture anything you want. Do anything you want with the picture. Now open your eyes and answer the question- who is looking at the picture?

Meekly I answered I am. …and is there anything you care to add he asked? I quietly said yes. It was my picture in my mind and nobody else could see what I see. When I was given the freedom to do it my way the answer was quite clear. He had accomplished what he set out to do. My view of my future life as a spark of light in the celestial realm is now coming from inside looking out instead of outside looking up.

This realization led to many others on my journey to enlightenment, including the fact that my Creator is inside as well as everywhere else. After the cat experiment the man named, John suddenly left without giving me a chance to adequately thank him for my new gift of sight.

Thank you John.

Friday, May 7, 2010

A Great Fisherman


In my opinion, there are two kinds of fishermen, one actually fishes for food, the other fishes for the thrill of conquering. I respect the first, but do not understand the philosophy of the second. Catching something just to throw it back makes no sense to me.

There are men, and women, who fish for souls, play games with them for awhile and then cut them loose without any warning. I wonder about those people too. I believe men are more likely to do this kind of fishing just so they can tell the story to their friends. In my experience women are more likely to fish for a keeper. I’m sure both species dream about the special one that got away.

A hook in the mouth or anywhere else hurts and can cause irreversible scaring. If you want to be a great fisherman keep your pole in the water and don’t fish for more than you intend to keep.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Lunch With a Friend

I never thought a simple lunch in my favorite Chinese restaurant could open my eyes to see that I really have moved on with my life. On top of that the buffet was absolutely delicious, especially the steamed shrimp, not as yet affected by the gulf oil spill. Living in a desert town has its benefits. Our seafood mostly comes frozen.

My lunch partner was a female friend who detests living here. She is trying to sell her house so she can move to Texas and be near her grown children. The woman has accumulated a major amount of negative energy throughout her life and has never found a way to deal with it. It just keeps building up like a giant pile of Lego blocks.

Over the past few months I have tried to help her by suggesting things she could do to help herself. I have often reminded her “I can’t do it for you”. Noticing that my life had changed dramatically from when we first met a few years ago, she slowly began to listen to me. She asked me how I obtained my knowledge and I told her books, the internet and just plain paying attention to what is going on around me.

I recently loaned her a copy of a book written in such simple language anyone could understand it. Hey it even has large print! At lunch today she returned the book. I asked her if she had learned anything from her reading. Her answer amazed me. She said, “I got a lot out of the book and made copies of most of the pages, but I haven’t applied it to my life yet.” With great restraint I said nothing. I wanted to yell WHAT! It just goes to show you can lead a horse to water but, you can’t make it drink.

The crowning comment came at the end of our meal, when she suggested that if my daughter (age 30) and my grandson ever moved away I should move with them. My reply was why? I am not tied to my daughter. Then it dawned on that the biggest difference between my friend and I is her family totally consists of her grown children and grandchildren. My family consists of the entire universe. That realization was more than worth the price of lunch!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Old Woman and the Cat


One of my purposes in writing this blog is to share the amazing and not so amazing occurrences along my path from there to here. As I have related before, I began taking photographs which contained spirits from another realm at the beginning of my evolvement journey. While some of the images are very clear some are not.

At first I didn't know what I had. Fortunately I met a young man who had a lot more spiritual knowledge than I possessed at the time. He helped me see that the photos contained much more than the ordinary eye could see. With his help I developed a practiced eye.

One of the fun things about spirit photography is that in their realm there is no up or down or for that matter left or right. Sometimes the photo needs to be turned to take in all that there is to see. My favorite person to share my collection with is my 8 year old grandson. I often find him thumbing through by spirit photo book and it leads to a discussion of who sees what.

The photo I am sharing today is of an old woman, who looks to me to be Native American, and a cat sitting on her right side. I always get a slightly eerie feeling when I look at her. It might be because she appears to be so old. I hope that you will be able to see her too and that you will check your own photographs to see if you have captured spirits in them. It takes an open mind and perhaps a bit of imagination to spot them. Good luck on your search.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

A Freelance Soul

The quote “Watch where everyone else is going and walk in the opposite direction” could have been written about me; as well as the song made famous by Frank Sinatra, “My Way.” Being just a bit off step with my peers is a lot more fun than just fitting in. Some people in my age category spend their time at their local Senior Citizen Centers or joining groups like Red Hatters. Boring!! That is not the way I choose to spend my so called “golden years”.

I have fulfilled my obligations of raising my three children, put in more than enough years as a wife and now my life is mine- all mine!! I begin my day by posting my latest blog entry, which I have previously typed on word. It allows time to digest what I have written and make last minute changes. Since I am a very picky writer I often reword sentences right up to the last minute. I have not outlived my desire to be a perfectionist. It has to do with pride. Anything with my name on it is going to be good or it is simply not going to be offered.

After I have exercised my mind I exercise my body by walking for an hour five days a week. Now for the best part, the rest of my day I leave up to the universe to plan. I have found recently that it has much better ideas than I could ever come up with. That’s probably because the universe knows the exact experiences I need to evolve my soul better than I do. It has a cheat sheet- the original script.

I have always been a little bit abnormal. Take for instance the simple question on the facebook info page- hometown? I didn’t know how to answer that, as I was born in Alaska, moved to Washington State at about two, lived in Seattle from age 12 to about 29, moved to California for 10 years and have lived in New Mexico ever since. I tried to make my answer earth, but fb doesn’t have a sense of humor.

Then there is the question about eye color found on most forms. The majority of people have no problem checking a box. My eyes are an unusual grayish color, sometimes with a hint of green. I dare you to find that color listed anywhere.

Lately I am having a problem with married-single-divorced? Gee I don’t know what do I feel like today? I’m definitely not married, but do I check divorced or single? Single doesn’t seem fair to my three legitimate children, but divorced was 11 years ago and doesn’t really apply anymore. Maybe I should just leave it blank- for now.

The only question I don’t have a problem with is nationality. My answer is clearly Anglo, but it doesn’t really seem fair to my French, Scottish, Swedish and English ancestors. After all Spanish, Native American and African American get their own box!

That about sums it up for today. As I said in the beginning being a bit off step with my peers is a lot more fun than just fitting in. Enjoy YOUR life it is the only one you have!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Invisible People

Several years ago I worked as the resource development coordinator for our local nursing home. My job was to create projects which made the community aware that there were people inside the building that needed attention. I ordinarily did not communicate directly with the residents of the home, but worked on their behalf.

One morning, on the way to the copy machine, I learned a very important lesson that stuck in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I walked right past a female resident sitting in her wheelchair in the hall. As I put my hand on the doorknob to the copy room an invisible something or someone stopped me in my tracks. I went back to the woman and said, “good morning”. Her face lit up as if I had given her a million dollars.

In the talks I gave to community groups I often related this story to point out how little effort it takes to make someone happy. I believe honestly taking the time to recognize another person’s existence is the most important gift we can give. The cruelest act is to completely ignore someone as if they did not even exist.

Our local Wal-Mart has been going through a major renovation, leaving customers and employees so confused nobody knows where anything is. I have watched many people display anger at the situation, often taking it out on the checkers. I began intentionally letting employees know that I recognize how hard it is for them to work under these conditions. I get a lot of smiles in return for my effort.

How often do you walk through your day so intent on what you are doing that you don’t even speak to another person? Wives do you really see who your husband is beyond the paycheck he brings home? Husbands do really see who your wife is beyond the dinner plate she puts in front of your face. Parents do you really see your children beyond what you expect them to do to carry out your plans for them?

I believe part of the problem with the world today is nobody communicates. Adults don’t talk because they are just too busy. Kids don’t talk because they are constantly plugged into a mechanical device of some kind. Maybe we should put the whole world in a really big room and not let them out until they learn to recognize their fellow beings and speak to one another again!

How about just for today you let your "invisible person inside" out and make a real effort to notice the people around you?

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Trust-a powerful little word

My curiosity as a writer often leads me to the dictionary to find a simple definition of a word. It said trust is “a firm belief in the honesty, reliability, integrity, character or ability of a person or thing.” That’s a lot of power for such a little word.

As children we trust that someone will attend to our basic needs for survival. As we get older our childlike trust can be affected by lessons learned from our life experiences. At first the lessons are simple. For example we learn not to touch fire or we will be burned; we learn not to run into the path of a moving vehicle or we will be run over. As we grow our lessons grow too.

Trust is extended to our relationships, both physical and ethereal. We trust in a Creator defined by our individual experiences. Although there is only one, there are many paths to know and trust that entity. No path is greater than another.

Whatever path we are on we are given a life full of opportunities to trust others. Sometimes our trust, given in the form of loyalty, is misguided and we need to step back and ask is the relationship helping or hurting us? If it is causing negative energy it may be time to disconnect for the benefit of both parties.

I truly believe that everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what the rest of the world thinks of them. We all do things we wish we hadn’t done, so it is only fair to allow a proper amount of time for the person to change their tune and correct the deed.

To continue to accept negative behavior from anyone is beyond all reason. Many have been taught that Jesus always turned the other cheek. Well good for him. We are 100% human and as such, we are allowed to turn our backs when others treat us with disrespect. Trust is a wonderfully powerful little word that should be reserved for those who have demonstrated by their actions that they are worthy of our loyalty.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Forget It

What are you going to do when what you want
doesn’t seem to be coming true?

Forget it? Forget it!

Like chicken soup a little hard work is good for you
for anything worth having is worth the struggle too.

If it came too easy just by holding out your hand
you would worry and wonder and not understand.

Believing and working to always do your best
makes more than the getting the valuable quest.

Barbara Loure’ Gunn