Universal Crescendo

 

 

The message is as follows:

There will come a time when all the love on the planet hits a crescendo, a sort of musical orgasm.  It will uplift even the lowest vibration.  

Aren’t you glad that you are an instrument in the journey towards the concert of a lifetime?  It is awesome.  

Let us not focus on the grinds in your life and begin, instead, to focus on the love that is in everything…. the trees, the roots, the grass, the people, the places you stride/walk, the placement of your own feet on your path.  These things, not the things of your daily routine nor your worries…. it is these things, born out of love, these are the things that will create the symphony which cannot be penetrated by hate, anger, jealousy, resentment, or fear.  

The crescendo is building.  

Each time you give someone a smile, you add a note to the orchestra, to the compilation of other such notes.  

Let it be the smiles, the kindness, and that love which projects you into the future, for your destiny depends on it.  

Be of love.  

For all.

A Perspective on Gratitude

As 2012 comes to an end, I have spent some time reflecting on the themes that emerged in my life throughout the year.  I keep coming back to one word… grateful.  Not too much of a shock, except I’m finding gratitude in some unusual places.  Instead of making a list of resolutions this year, I am resolved to continue to find ‘unexpected’ gratitude in 2013.

I am grateful for…

- the completely irritating experience at City Creek Mall because it reminded me to appreciate online shopping.

- the extra pounds I gained over the holidays because I will feel like a double rock star when I lose them.

- a messy house because it means that, as a family, we’ve been able to relax and enjoy each other.

- not getting an opportunity to move to Colorado because this children’s book may not have ever happened.

- waking up in the night to take our new fuzzy beast outside to pee because he is an amazing gift.  Love. that. little. guy.

- the alarm clock sounding at 5:55 in the morning because it means that we have jobs and are able to support our family.

- the allergies and head colds because it reminds me not to take breathing for granted.

- conflict with the people that I love because it means we care about ourselves and each other enough to stand up for the things we believe, and know that unconditionally, our foundation will always be love.

- people who think I’m a little bit looney because it reminds me to surround myself with people who understand me and make me feel good (REALLY grateful for my intuition for this reason as well).

- the uncomfortably cold weather because it makes my warm home feel that much more cozy.

- mistakes that I make in parenting because it gives me an opportunity to show my kids that I am human and that I can mend mistakes by apologizing just like they can.

- high expectations (of situations and people) that lead to disappointment because it teaches me how to be an advocate for myself.

- the end of a year because an ending is always met with a new beginning.

When I wake up in the morning, I am granted 24 more hours to make this world a better place.  Every single problem, each and every disappointment, can be reframed into something that carries a higher vibration and brings opportunities for increased happiness, kindness, and understanding.

Cheers to making 2013 the most AMAZING year of your life!

A Nation in Crisis

I have not come across any single person promoting more school violence but the path to arrive at safer environments for students is massively heated.  The path that leads to safe schools is complicated and multifaceted.  If there were any easy answers that guaranteed our children’s safe return from school each day, we’d surely have done it a long time ago.

My first argument is that we will not get anywhere on this issue without facing the serious mental health care crisis in this nation.  You can regulate guns, lock doors, install cameras, and arm more people with guns but that will never change the fact that massive numbers of mentally ill children, teens, and young adults are faced with a health care system whose primary focus is on prescribing medication and getting them out the door as quickly as possible, sometimes in worse shape than they were when they arrived on the steps for help.  Addressing gun control without facing this health care crisis leaves us with mentally ill individuals who are resourceful enough to create this kind of destruction despite our efforts to limit gun access and secure schools.  It would be a band-aid on a wound that will continue to bleed and bleed and bleed.

Let’s back up a bit.  If we are going to look at the root causes of this crisis, we must pay attention to the causes of mental illness in these young adults.  The profiles of many mass shooters include childhoods filled with bullying, isolation, and rejection.  Rarely do we find mass murderers with backgrounds filled with loving and supportive friendships.  In some cases, nature has much to do with the mental health of the children born into this world.  Parents, despite their loving efforts to support their struggling children, still find themselves in situations with their own children that are dangerous and potentially lethal.  What is their recourse?  Who and what is available to help them?  Not much…. unless the interest is purely in administering medication that may or may not have an impact.  Access to cognitive and/or behavioral therapy is expensive and often times only accessible to upper middle class families.

I don’t have all the answers and I don’t pretend to, but I do know that if we want to focus on our children and the educational environment, we need to address the root issues and should really consider placing more counselors and psychologists in these environments to help teachers and other school personnel identify children who are risk for violent behaviors.  Of course, the cut in funding for education in recent years has forced cuts of counselors and psychologists in most school buildings across the nation (aside from the counselors in junior highs and high schools whose primary job description is scheduling courses for students, a FAR cry from utilizing them in areas for which they were trained and could potentially have a positive impact on the perceived self worth of children).  Let’s allocate some much needed funding investing in children whose circumstances increase their risk for mental issues.

In conjunction with an overhaul of mental health care, gun laws absolutely need to be changed.  Many people arguing against changes in the law, sadly seem to care more about how the law would impact their own personal life (be it financial or recreational) instead of the potential for a decrease in unnecessary violence and deaths.  The suggestions to put more guns in schools to avoid violence is nothing shy of ludicrous.  I understand that there are armed officers roaming junior high and high school hallways in many parts of the nation BUT the image of guards standing at the doors of every public school in the nation is absolutely NOT the same thing as having district police officers available to schools in times of need.  In my mind, the warmth and care of a school environment immediately becomes cold and scary at the sight of an armed guard standing at the front door.

In violence we forget who we are.  ~Mary McCarthy

My second thought here is that the “Adams” of the world are resourceful enough to find ways around the guard.  We can’t ignore the intelligence of these individuals… just because they are deemed ‘mentally ill’ does not mean that they are stupid in any sense of the word.  One or two armed guard in a building will do absolutely nothing if the shooter doesn’t happen to come across the guard in the process of shooting people and/or the shooter researches and/or observes the behaviors and schedules of the armed guards.  He can kill massive numbers of people by the time a guard gets to him and he doesn’t care if the guard kills him because he planned on killing himself anyway, right?  So, this brings me BACK to the original argument…. identification, support, and respect for individuals who exhibit symptoms of mental illness (in conjunction with a change in gun laws, of course).

More guns in schools means just that… MORE guns in schools.  Great idea proposed by the NRA and surely a huge money maker for them too ((rolling eyes)).  Making efforts to decrease violence by increasing the number of weapons is, well, counter-intuitive.   Quite frankly, I actually think it would create a sort of appeal that might entice shooters due to the extra challenge involved… surely gives the media something else to talk about.  I can hear it now, “despite extra armed guards in every school in the nation, Mr. Disturbed managed to kill a large number of people in School X.”  Let’s face it, we’re talking about people who already know they will get caught and don’t care about dying themselves.

Aside from the need to overhaul mental health care access and revisit gun laws, there are a myriad of other issues that need to be considered including but not limited to human’s exposure to violence in the media, movies, television, and games.   Our society drools over movies that glamorize violence and chomps at the bit to get their hands on the newest violent video games.  There are a number of research studies which show a strong correlation between engaging in violent behaviors and spending hours sitting in front of violent media.  Could part of the puzzle also be about educating parents and other caretakers in the effects of exposure to violent media?  There is a recommendation to put a higher tax on violent video games and movies.  The effectiveness of this approach may come more from the principle and message that this sends to adults who purchase them as opposed to the increase in cost.  We might as well throw in a pamphlet with their sales receipt that summarizes the research on the effects of this type of exposure to violence.  If it gives pause to the purchaser of the media and encourages them to think about the ‘why’ behind the hike in taxes or the research on violence, even for a second, that alone makes it an effective intervention.

The bottom line is that our nation is in trouble.  People with mental health issues should be entitled to care that addresses their needs. Instead of armed guards, schools should be filled with trained mental health care professionals, and teachers who know how to identify and refer students who display warning signs BEFORE they ever even entertain the idea of killing people.  Respect and kindness towards EVERYONE must be a first priority, for adults and children alike.  Sadly, adults are not the best models for respectful behavior in many instances, our last presidential election being a perfect example.

We need to take a long, hard look at ourselves as adults and ask if, in our daily interactions with others, we are contributing to spreading love and light.  I do think that adults engage in an exorbitant amount of low vibration, petty behaviors, which also desensitize children and promote negativity.

What are you doing to promote resolution and healing?

“What Would Love Do?” – A favorite quote among some of my favorite people

 

 

What the Children May Say….

 

Dearest Family and Friends,

I love you.  I feel your love for me.

Despite the sheer sadness and devastation that you feel at the unimaginable loss of my physical life, I must tell you about the things that I see just beyond the veil.

I was scared in my classroom on Friday morning, but you must know that my fear was quickly dispelled by the magnificent and unexplainable love and light that swept over me as I passed on.  I was met by the most beautiful,  loving, and glorious angels you could ever imagine.  I was swept up and cradled in this blanket of love until all of my fear dissipated and was replaced by an unconditional, gracious love.

I have since been witness to acts of love with a depth that cannot be described, just like the love you have for me and I for you.

Parents have hugged their children tighter, longer, and with more passion since my passing.

Strangers have reached out to our community in a way that they never have before… embraced us, loved us, and given us a piece of their own hearts.

I wish you could see, from my vantage point, the number of prayers that are beaming in and around you, in and around me.  The prayers, meditations, and healing sent to you by the millions is brilliant from here.  I watch these prayers as they enter into our being and I am so grateful for the light that emanates through them.

You must know that I am with you… always.  The pain will be intense for a long time.  I will hug you when you cry, give you encouraging pats on your shoulder when you’re able to get out of bed in the morning, and cheer you on as you are able to give your loving energy to my sisters and brothers, my friends, and the family that I left behind.

This is not the end for us.  We will communicate each and every day, just in a very different way.

When you say something that sounds like it came from me, it’s because it did.

You are part of me and I am always part of you.

I am holding white light around you and visiting you in your dreams.

Cry when you need to, I will wipe your tears away.

Show courage when you can.  I will hold you.

Allow people to help you.  I am sending them your way.

Notice the support, love, and unconditional empathy around you.

Talk about me, because when you do, I will be there.

One heart full of darkness cannot put out the light that surrounds you.

Glow in my love as I have with you.

I will be there with you for the holidays, accompanied by my army of angels.

I am safe.

I am Home.

I love you.

Your Child

 

*These words came as a result of listening to a part of myself that is larger than my own ego, as well as talking with other intuitive individuals (thanks, Melissa Wilkison).  My hope is that it can provide a morsel of peace where so much is needed.  Families of the victims, I stand behind you, filled with love, for healing and solace.   

 

 

 

I Saw an Angel Today

Another angel in disguise… do you see it?

I walked into school with Ella this morning, running a bit late, thinking of all the things that would fill my morning at school before I zipped home to be with Kai during the afternoon.  Independent Ella decided to go straight to class since her sick brother wasn’t there to walk her to her room when the bell rang.  Alone, I walked down the first floor hallway.  As I approached the elevator, I saw that one of the teachers had opened the elevator door for her student who needed to eat breakfast.  His wheelchair didn’t allow him to use the stairs like the other children.

I’ve had the pleasure of riding the elevator with this little boy one other time.  I remembered that he was very friendly, smiling and making conversation, the last time that I saw him.  On that occasion, I had both of my kids with me and when he exited the elevator on the second floor and the doors slid shut, Ella said, “mommy, what’s wrong with his legs?”  In my heart, I thanked the boy for that opportunity to remind my own kids that our differences ultimately make this world a beautiful and magical place to live.  We talked about the differences in each of us that makes us special and unique.

Walking the hall alone this morning, I picked up my gait as I realized that the elevator doors might close before I could get there.  As the doors  began to shut, I kicked my leg inside the elevator to stop their momentum.  Once the doors reversed their trajectory, I looked down and saw this sweet boy’s face.  That’s when the magic began.

His eyes looked up at me and while the corners of his mouth began to rise, the glimmer in his eyes was unmistakable.  The magnificent smile on his face indicated that he was happy to see me.  It warmed my heart and it brought the hustle and bustle of my ego’s ramblings to a standstill.  This boy was really happy to see me and I was just as happy to see him!  An unexplained calm came over me.

That’s not all, you see.  Once the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend to the second floor, I said, “Hey buddy!  How’s it going today?”  His response?  I watched as his arms came up and stretched out in front of him.  He didn’t say a word but I knew he wanted to give me a hug.  I stepped to the side of his wheelchair, bend down, and put my arm around his shoulders.  He turned his head and stared right into my eyes.

“I love you,” he said emphatically.

Just then, the elevator doors reopened.

“You too,” I said, “you too.”

As he exited the elevator, he genuinely called back, “Have a great day!”

Have a great day I did.  The rest of the way up to the third floor, eyes filled with tears, I felt grateful for that tiny snippet of time when this little guy reminded me that my ego’s ramblings are so much less important than the connection I have with people… even ones that I’ve only met in passing.

Thanks, Angel in disguise, for your sweet smile and your open heart.

 

Exasperation Turned Inspiration

Last Wednesday, we got the phone call we’d been anticipating for months.  Sitting in the passenger seat, I tried really hard to hear the other end of the line as Vinay spoke to the manager in charge of hiring for the two new Denver stores.  I wasn’t listening for a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’ but rather a ‘Littleton’ or ‘Federal Heights’ because I was sure that we were going, I just wasn’t sure which location he had chosen for us.  Vinay’s head started shaking ‘no’ before he even hung up the phone.  Surely there was a mistake.

“We’re not going,” he uttered.

We were on our way to the gym, kids in tow, staring out the windows of the car watching our neighborhood go by.

“That’s okay,” I managed, “it wasn’t meant to be.”

A couple of phrases embedded in disbelief later, we arrived at the gym, did our workout, and then headed home.

I’m not going to sugarcoat it.  I was flabbergasted.  Befuddled.  Shocked.  Not only did I think we were moving, I KNEW we were moving.  It was what I wanted, what I’d hoped for, the dream I had replayed over and over in my mind for the last few months.  I’d spent hours on the computer researching neighborhoods, schools, homes, and jobs.  I’d mapped out how I would spend my days, jobless, while the kids were in school.  I planned on creating a space in our new house where I could meditate and write, a space that inspires me and fills me with motivation.

The rest of that day was spent wading through the reality that we weren’t going anywhere.  I think I was in shock.  It wasn’t until the next day that I felt sad, angry, and lost.  I cried much of the morning, spent a good deal of time on the phone with my mom, and tried to figure out how this piece of news turned my world on its side.  I allowed myself to be sad, angry, and lost.  I went with the feelings of disappointment on that Thursday.  I didn’t fight them.

“If you don’t like something, change it.  If you can’t change it, then change the way you think about it.” -Mary Engelbreit

When I woke up on Friday morning, there was a shift.  I was ready to see the beauty in the life that I already have here.  I thought about all the ways that I can make my dreams come true in the space that I occupy here.  I thought about how I’d fallen out of love with my house and how I was going to fix it.  I thought about my friends and my family here… something that can’t be replaced by a move across state lines.  Like the roots of a tree, I thought about all the things that support us here.  A short time later, my dream of life in Denver soon morphed into my dream of life in Salt Lake.

I started with my vision for a space that I love, where I can write and meditate and read.  A quiet place that I can call my own.  The only flex room in this house is the toy room that belongs to the kids.  It’s a room in the basement that doesn’t get used much at all, where the toys sit on the shelves and probably, like in Toy Story, talk about how much we ignore them.  There it was… a boring, white room, kind of dark and drab… probably the most unused and disliked room in the house.

My husband always says, “Yep, when you make a choice to do something, there is no stopping you!”  I made a choice on Friday to turn my exasperation into inspiration and I listed the bunk bed that occupied half of the toy room.  I got online and picked new furniture for this new space and I decided to completely transform the space into my dream spot… the one I imagined when I thought about moving to Denver.

He’s right.  Once my mind is set, it’s a done deal.  By Friday night, I’d sold the beds, cleared out the room, consulted with friends on new paint colors, and decided on the new furniture.  I woke up Saturday morning feeling invigorated to make this dream a reality.  After a nice run in the morning, we headed to Home Depot to pick up paint.  Not only did I finish painting the room that day, I also went to Ikea and bought all of the new furniture with the money from the beds.  By Sunday night, the space was born… and holy buckets, I love it!

This external transformation was just a mirror of what was happening internally.  Sometimes I think I know how my life will go, the direction I am headed, and the plan that makes the most sense for me.  Then I get side railed.  I am reminded that sometimes the life I had planned is not the same as the life that awaits.

Like a river, I move with the flow, feel the tidal wave of emotions as they come, find the gems in the shit, and know that I am right where I need to be, right at this moment.

For the sake of illustrating the internal shift, here are some before and after pictures of the external space.  Right now I feel as good as this space looks and it’s amazing if you ask me!

Meditation space “before”

Bunkbed corner. Hey, at least there is light!

New meditation space. YES, there IS a unicorn!

NEW inspiring writing space!

I know… it’s almost the exact same picture. I love it so much, though, that I took one a titch closer. Isn’t it amazing?

 

While I could have spent the entire weekend feeling sorry for myself (which I would have done if I felt the urge), I instead moved my dream to a new location.  You saw it here first… this is the space where my first book will be written.

Now, I’ll also await the call from HGTV because this reveal was awesome!  I didn’t let Vinay see any of it from the time the bunk beds got moved out until it was completed… and it was incredible.

Some people say that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade.  I feel like I made raspberry lemonade with a twist of lime, on the rocks, during the hottest day of the summer.  HI-YA!

 

 

 

 

The Power of Paying Attention

How many voices do you have?  For a very long time, I thought I had two.  The first, and most active voice is the one in my head, the one that only I hear, the one that jabbers, yimmers, and yammers even when I politely tell it to take a rest.  The second voice is the one that comes out of my mouth, the one that you can hear on the other end of the phone, the one that sings in the shower, the one that tells my family “I love you”.

My first real epiphany about my third voice came after I read Echo Bodine’s book called “Echoes of the Soul” (and was subsequently followed by A Still, Small Voice as well as a handful of others written by her).  I specifically remember reading the section on listening to your intuitive voice and something happened inside me, a kind of shimmering sparkle, that I will never forget.  Ever since that moment, I have made it my mission to distill my voices and pay attention to the cues that help me know if my ego is yammering away or if my intuition is nudging me to pay attention to the divine.

I tell ya what… to my chagrin, it has taken me almost two years and I can finally say that I am beginning to differentiate between the voice in my head and the knowing in my gut.  As I think about it now, it has come slowly and has arrived in such an unassuming and unobtrusive way.  When I embarked on this journey, I thought that when I finally figured it out, the heavens would open, angels would sing, fireworks would go off and I would have “the answer” and, like a key, would be able to decisively unlock the door anytime.  Well, it didn’t unfold like that.  Not at all.

Instead of waking up one morning having figured it out in my sleep, it has evolved over time, with the help of amazing friends and teachers who I’ve mentioned before (ahem, Tracy, Leigh, Echo, to name a few)… people who already KNEW that patience is paramount, timing is always perfect, and practice is the key that slowly unlocks the door.

In the last month or so, I’ve noticed incredible synchronicities.  These coincidences, these synchronicities are not new just because I’ve noticed them lately, rather they have been there all along… I’ve just learned how to see them more clearly.  I’m seeing that, more and more, I know things before I hear or see them.  I speak out loud and in within a short time, my words materialize in front of my eyes.  I’m more able to tap into the universal consciousness that everything IS.

Here are a couple of small examples just from today.  Let me start by mentioning that my dearest friends know that I love repeated digits like 1:11 or 11:11, etc.  As I was walking out the door to take my kids bowling, I got a text from a friend asking if we’d gotten any  news about our move to Denver.  A little while later, I got a text from a friend that just said, “1:11″ (she happens to be Eastern Time Zone, so when I got the text, the time on my own phone read 11:12).  I texted back “11:12… Damn.”  Seconds later, I got a text from the first friend that said “12:12″ (Central Time Zone).  Of course, I laughed out loud because clearly the universe was trying to tell me that ALL IS WELL!   Combined we had 1:11, 12:12 and 11:12.  I wasn’t quite as excited about 11:12 because I felt like I was off by a minute.  Well, clearly I haven’t learned my ‘divine timing’ lesson because when I arrived at the bowling alley, our group was assigned to two different lanes.  The lane numbers?  11 and 12.  I laughed out loud, just softly enough so that no one could hear me.  Okay, I get it, maybe 11:12 is riding in the fun bus today too.  After we finished bowling, one of the parents went to play ‘Deal or No Deal’ in the arcade section.  I walked over and saw that he had picked “Case #11″.  Oh, helk, I thought, I know he has the big amount in that case.  Here is a perfect example of a ‘knowing’ versus a ‘thinking’.  You can imagine my devastation, then, when he chose to take an ‘early deal’ and not finish the game.  The second he hit that button, I yelped “YOU HAD THE 200 TICKETS IN YOUR CASE!”  He turned and looked at me and said, “I did?”  Of course, what I already knew materialized for our eyeballs… we stared at the screen and sure enough, had he continued the game, he would have won the full 200 tickets, the highest amount in the game.

Taken alone, this series of events which unfolded within a span of 2 hours, may seem insignificant, but when I think about the sheer number of times this is happening day in and day out, I  know that I’ve been successful in developing my ability to hear another voice… the one that KNOWS.  Seems like a no brainer to me… who wouldn’t want to learn how to do that?

I feel like I have ‘arrived’ and the most amazing part is that I’ve only arrived at the first stop in a series of journeys that will last an infinite amount of time.  I think of it like taking a trip around the cosmos and I’m on a super cool contraption that pauses every now and then, allowing me to experience and uncover a piece of my true self.  The most DIVINE part?  This lifetime is likely ONE field trip in a series of many, a pitstop of sorts, on my own soul’s journey for greatness.  Yes, past lives, reincarnation… that’s a post for a different time.

For now, I’m observing, experiencing, experimenting, and loving this field trip.

Oh, and just for shits and giggles, I’m publishing this post at 11:12, cuz it’s on the fun bus today.

EDITED TO ADD: I set it to publish at 11:12 and shortly thereafter, noticed that it had already published.  Um, okay… despite setting my time zone on this blog, it wanted to publish at Central Standard Time and well, whatever… that timing must be divine.

 

 

Divine Timing

“You can’t change the past but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.” -Roger Porter

Recently, I’ve spent a great deal of time waiting, wondering, anticipating, thinking, waiting some more, and wondering again.  A couple of times in recent posts, I’ve mentioned big changes that may be coming down the pike for us in 2012.  One of the big changes I was referring to entails a possible transfer to Denver for my husband’s job.  From all practical points of view, the timing of this move sucks for the school calendar, because we won’t find out until August, which also happens to be the month that school starts.

In addition to this potential move, I’ve also pondered how I might be able to make some shifts in my life so that I have more time to write and explore my path without the distractions of a demanding full time job.  As I brainstorm possibilities, anxiety creeps in from every direction possible.  How could I quit my job and continue to provide the kind of life that my family deserves?  Is it better to defer to my family’s needs or to my own soul’s needs?  Does it make sense to ignore my ego and follow my intuition even if I don’t have a ‘plan’ for survival?

In my gut, I knew the answers to all of those questions, but my courage was lacking and there was a string keeping me attached somehow.  I threw around the idea of quitting my job entirely.  I didn’t do it.  I have small children and it sure felt irresponsible.  Aside from that, there was just something unsettling about leaving teaching altogether.  Although the idea brought exhilaration, it also left me feeling sad and incomplete.

We don’t know about this move yet but the ‘waiting game’ allowed me to take an amazing step towards my desire to follow my own path.  The thought of setting up a classroom for a new school year only to be told that we are moving 2 weeks after school starts, sounded painful in so many ways (not to mention the upheaval for all the students).  I went to the school a couple of weeks ago and talked with the boss and came up with a plan that we can both live with.  I will work part time.  As it turns out, I feel more and more stoked about this plan as each day passes!

How is this timing so divine, then?

As I roused this morning, I took in deep breaths of gratitude, and I let go of the worry, anticipation, and waiting.  The seemingly screwed up timing of this potential move actually turns out to be perfect.  It’s perfect if we move AND it’s perfect if we don’t move.  In either case, I get to take a step back and follow my heart.  You see, I won’t really be working part-time, I will be enjoying myself FULL TIME!  I get the best of both worlds… time with kids at school (which I love, if it doesn’t overwhelm my entire life), writing time each day, more patience for my own children, flexibility to continue learning and growing, and the gift of slowing down so that I can be more present and aware all the time.  Perfection.

The past and the future exist only in imagination. Everything you did before has no reality. Everything you will do afterward has no reality. Only the thing you are doing right now is real. -Deepak Chopra

It’s funny what happens when we take a moment to breathe in complete gratitude.  As I pondered writing this post and felt complete love in my energy, I got a message on Facebook from an old teacher friend in Houston.  She wanted me to know that she is taking a writing course to help her students but that it has renewed her own energy as a writer and that my blog has inspired her to want to be better and do better.  I was slapped, yet again, with the incredible notion of perfect timing.  She didn’t know it then, but that bit of encouragement got me on the computer, Godspeed, to write this post… something I had only ‘thought’ of doing up until that moment.

I learn new things about my path each day, but the message I got here came through loud and clear.  Even when timing feels like it couldn’t be any worse, there is divinity hiding in the shadows… have faith, light will shine where there was once only darkness, and you will see its intricate perfection.

 

Here’s the Truth

I’m currently enrolled in an online writing course given by Jessica Morrow called ‘Invincible Summer‘.  One of the writing assignments she has recommended is called an ‘Aesthetic Statement’.  Eeeeep, and the truth rolls off the tongue!

I am determined.  I am stubborn.  Sometimes that combination results in outcomes that are less than ideal.  A work in progress, I strive for reflection.

I love to write.  It gives me a voice and an outlet.  I’m scared to write.  Words in print are immortal and forever is a really long time.

I have an impulsive side.  When I’ve made a decision, I sprint full speed ahead.  I do not pass go and I do not collect $200.

I’m a picker.  I get swift satisfaction from popping zits, removing scabs, and peeling skin.  I pick my nose.

I made a New Years Resolution to stop biting my nails almost 20 years ago, and it is the only resolution that is still resolved.

I hate it when people make a statement and say, “I’m kidding” when you KNOW there is truth behind it.  Jokes are meant to be funny, so if you have something to say, be straight.  Passive aggressive comments irk me.

The anticipation of a good meal can get me through a hard day.  I get just as excited about my palate as I do about anything else in life.  Doesn’t have to be fancy.  Simple as tuna on crackers.

My biggest fear when I was pregnant the first time, aside from miscarrying, was the absence of sleeping in.  Before kids, I spent a lot of time counting down days to the weekend.  I still love to sleep late but now I hate how much of the day feels wasted.

My gnarliest (I don’t care if that’s not a word) irrational fear is that one of my kids will drown.  I have recurring dreams that I find Ella face down in a body of water.

My second biggest fear is that my husband or other close family member will be involved in a serious car accident.

One of the reasons I started this blog is that I want my kids to really know who I am/was after I die.  They must be clear in knowing that my soul will always be with them.

I floss my teeth in the car.  I like it that way.

I’m sensitive.  I cry easily while watching tv.  I’ve found myself actually sobbing, body shaking, while watching Long Island Medium.  Okay, every time I watch Long Island Medium.  I have a sensitive spot for people who have lost loved ones.

I love to read my dad’s journals.  There are so many of them.  I felt really sad, though, when he didn’t have any entries about my birth on the pages covering October 1975.  Sigh.  Love you dad!

I like to feel contained.  Taking my kids to places where they can roam free across wide spaces gives me anxiety.  Take us to a huge pool… uh, double whammy… that’s not fun for me, but I pretend like it is.

I hate talking on the phone unless I know you VERY well.  I can talk to some people for an hour and feel like we haven’t even made a dent.  I can talk to someone else for 5 minutes and feel like I know everything I need to know and want to hang up.  Texting, for this reason, brings solace.

I love talking to people about ghosts, serendipity, energies, and purpose.  I don’t care if you think I’m crazy.  If you do think I’m crazy, we won’t ever be great friends because our conversations will lack depth and purpose.

I could sit at a poker table for 12 hours and not feel bored in the slightest.  Even if I’m losing.

I think my family is amazing.  Name one person in my family and I could write a dissertation about how incredible they are.  If we were all going to die in a natural disaster, I’d want to be huddled in a room with them… my husband, kids, mom, brother and nieces.

I suck at writing thank you cards and remembering birthdays.

I hate ironing and think it is a waste of time.  If it looks like I might have to iron it, I won’t buy it.  If something is wrinkled, I wear it anyway.  If people don’t like it, they have the choice to look away.

I don’t make my bed (gasp!).  Another waste of time cuz the next time I walk into my bedroom, my butt is jumping right back in.

I’ve never driven the same car for over 2 years.  Many years, I’ve owned up to four different cars.  I always say, “I’m gonna keep this one!” and then I’ll find something that I don’t like.  Cupholders, window frames, the ride, the space, the height.  I’m driving a Honda Pilot right now.  I’m gonna keep this one.

I have over 20 books on my list of ‘must reads’… and I end up hopping from one book to the next.  The only books I finish consistently are the ones I read with my kids and with my students.

I want to be a children’s author.  It will happen.  It might be in 40 years from now but it will happen.  Period.

There is a purpose to everything in life, a purpose for each and every person with which I’ve crossed paths.  My faith sometimes has to lie in the idea that I might not, in this lifetime, know that purpose… but it is there.

I love the innocence of children and sometimes think that as we get older, we get further and further from the truth.  I make active attempts to defy that.

I was a synchronized swimmer in high school.  While most people laugh, I think it’s cool.  I can eggbeater in the deep end of a pool for a really long time.  Oh, and I can scull and throw up an awesome ballet leg.

I wanna move out of Utah so badly that I can taste it in my mouth.  It’s beautiful but it’s not my dig.  Get me outta here!

What’s your truth?

 

Thank you, Jessica Morrow… this was so much fun!!

 

 

 

 

 

Your Inner Voice ALWAYS Has Your Back!

Do you ever feel like there is so much you want to do in your life that you end up just sitting there thinking about it… and thinking about it… and thinking about it.  Then you tell yourself that if you spent half the time DOING it as you did in THINKING about it, you’d surely be on your way to getting some of it done.

Artwork by: Anya Getter

There are so many books I want to read, so many ideas I have for writing, so much I want to organize, so many workouts I want to do, so many people I want to see and talk with, so much time I want to spend on my own growth and purpose, so many games I want to play (ahem, Scramble with Friends is ridiculously addicting), and so many things I want to do with my sweet family.  The list goes on and on.  This list is so long and full of purpose that I actually spend much of my time admiring all the awesome things on it and then I feel tired from the anticipation of it all.

 I get stuck.  I feel exhausted.

So, instead of conquering the list, I end up making a plan to catch up with friends and classes on the computer for a few minutes, read a couple of pages in a book, and then I fall asleep.  I wake up the next morning and it starts all over.  Of course, most days I am working and feel drained by the time I get home and sometimes don’t even have the energy to think of all the awesome things that will fill my life.  I simply fulfill my nightly duties and go to bed.  Thinking about all those amazing things that will surely fill my days gets a titch overwhelming, I suppose.  The picture of what my life will look like tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year occupies my mind very successfully.  You know what?  If perseverating on this were a “paying job”, I would surely be an incredibly successful CEO!

As I’m feeling stuck, overwhelmed, excited, and stressed, I get the following message from Echo Bodine today, “ONE DAY AT A TIME KIRSTEN. TRUST YOUR INNER VOICE TO HAVE YOUR BACK ALWAYS.  FEEL THE PEACEFULNESS OF LIVING BY YOUR INNER VOICE. PLEEEEEEEZE????”

And yes, it was typed in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS just as it is pasted here.  Boy, did I get the message alright!  The funny part is that she was responding to a message that I left about a life change that is on my horizon but her words resonated much deeper.  She has talked about using her inner voice to plan her day, checking in with it all the time to create the flow that IS her life.  I forget sometimes that “I” am much more than my own mind and the jibber jabber that occupies my thoughts (which can surely be self defeating).  I preach about using my intuition, but it seems that I fail to check in when it could be the most helpful and soothing for me.

 ”The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant.  We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” -Albert Einstein

Relying on intuition is a process and today I am thankful for messages that come… AT. THE. PERFECT. TIME.  Instead of obsessing about all the things I want to do, I will simply check in with my inner voice to find out what I should be doing and then, HELL, I’m actually just going to DO IT!  Turning something that has felt so difficult into something that feels more natural and easy lifts a tremendous amount of weight off my shoulders.  Day by day, moment by moment.  Thankful for messages that come at exactly the right time.  That’s where I’m at today.