Co-Creation

             The other day I had a fantastic conversation with my grandbaby.  Well, all chats with her are fantastic.  Also, she’s not a baby anymore (just ask her).  She’s three.

             What we were discussing most recently though, was change.  I told her it was part of our growth, but that many of us struggle with it.

             It’s a challenging topic, not just for old Nanas and preschoolers.  This idea that nothing stays the same can be very unstable, and unsettling.

             Since my primary life lesson seems to be Release, I often have a hard time with the Letting Go portion of it all.  I’m constantly on the look-out for tools and strategies to help me get my brain in the proper place to understand, to feel at ease.

             I came across an inspirational concept which really rang true.  It talks about how WE are not a work of art, our life is.  The physical bodies we wear are like paintbrushes.  All of them are different, but each of them is important, in its own unique way.

             Our art, is our life.   And we create that masterpiece by using the tool we arrived here with.  It can be pointy or wide or heavy-handled or delicate, it can be any color found in nature, or it can be decorated by human hands.

             All paintbrushes have a finite amount of usefulness.  They change over time.  They do, eventually, wear out.  This does not change what it is they have created, though.

             The basic concept is that we don’t need to focus on the paintbrush, we should be paying attention to what we’re creating with it, not how the tool itself looks or what shape it is.  It does its job, the task of making our lives, our art.

             It does its job, as long as it is taken care of.  Without the tool, we can’t craft the creation.  But remember, the tool is NOT the art, it’s the tool.  The art is the art.  Our life, what we do with it and who we become, THAT is the masterpiece.

             This one really spoke to me.  I’m giving it to you, share it.  Go out into the world and make gorgeous, important art.  Use your paintbrush, clean it regularly, store it properly, and always remember, it’s the tool we have, so treat it well.  Even if it stops looking the way it once did.

 

 

 

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In Mercy

             When I’m shown a sign numerous times, or am directed someplace over and over, I know it’s a big damn deal.  This week was no exception.

             While my desk job is soon to be going through a huge operational systems change, I have been keeping the worry in my back pocket, trying to ignore the low-key stress I feel about how much trouble this will cause.  Simultaneously, I enjoyed some fantastic days off/family moments.

             This is my reality.  And I’m getting better at the juggling, the prioritizing, the putting one aside to face the other, then… switching gears.  I’ve worked really hard to get here, and it makes me proud to say I put in the hours, the tears, the pain, to reach this point.

             (I have a long way still to go, but the progress is evident.)

             My improvement is also being measured in the way I treat myself.  I’ve granted allowances, I’ve fashioned a sort of metaphorical shawl of grace I reach for when I start to spiral in a negative direction, draping it over my shoulders in comfort and tenderness.

             I extend compassion to my younger self now too, I look at her as someone who maybe should have been given understanding instead of being assaulted.  I don’t hold her responsible as I once did.  I have relieved her of the burdens she should not have been carrying.

             Who the Universe has brought forth for this lesson is one of my true favorites.  When she kept showing up (in SUCH unexpected and random ways), I smiled, and thanked her.

“Quan Yin

The Goddess of Compassion

‘I recognize suffering in order to release it.‘ “

             To live in honesty and with genuine empathy for those around us, we must show ourselves this same care.  We must forgive our younger selves.  Forgive our past selves.

             Once we move through and beyond the sorrow, the guilt, and the blame, we can often see an innocence in our ignorance.  To show compassion is to accept that we’re all learning, we’re all growing, we’re all trying to do better.

             Would we berate a loved one for actions they couldn’t change, or origins they had no control over?  Never!  So, it only seems fair we grant the same clemency for ourselves.

             Allow lovingkindness, first for ourselves, and then, rippling out into the world.  It’s what Quan Yin suggests.  And I agree.

 

 

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Yours and Mine and Ours

             The most compelling argument I have, for when folks question spirituality because our physical existence seems so fucked up, is to agree.  Partially.  Yes, our planet is a huge stinkin’ mess.  Which is why we can be sure that this is not true reality, that there is something else/better/more.

             This shit-show we wake up to every day?  Yeah, that’s not the work of our higher consciousness nor something greater than humanity.  Our current state of being is most definitely the chaos of too many clashing egos, too much physicality.

             The more I focus on a sense of eternal and ephemeral peace, with the knowledge of Home, the calmer I feel, the more complete I know that I am.  The more I see, honor, and then release, the more empowered I feel to move through my days.

             Right now the Universe would like us to bring our attention inwards, acknowledge our own spark of the Divine, and then, with a deep steady breath, open to our connectedness of

The Whole

             Since our task here is to learn, to help, to grow, the more we start small and expand out, the easier it is for us to understand that we’re all part of this global family.  We are one portion of the entirety.  We are what makes up the All.

             While I am not evolved enough (yet) to accept the crimes of those in power, I know without question that I don’t need to.  It’s not up to me, so I can simply let their garbage go.  They will pay.  I am certain of it.

             There is so much more, more than pain and more than suffering, more than selfishness and more than greed.  There is beauty.  There is lovingkindness.  There is the strength we gain when we draw close, appreciating those we care for.

             We are more.  We are so, SO much more.

My last calendar view of 2019.

 

 

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Limitless Range

             In the coming week, this will NOT be a place of reflecting on the past year.  In fact, it’s likely I’ll never recap any period of time, for posterity nor any other reasons.

             What I will do is work on making our present of value.  And possibly chatting about Life Lessons, when they specifically involve future options and opportunities.  But no, I’ll not be glancing over my shoulder to review the behind-me scene.

             Partly this is due to just that, it’s behind us.  In the past.  Yes, we can most certainly learn from it all, however, what often ends up happening instead is that we just feel guilty.  We feel as though we have failed.  We feel like we came up short.

             And that type of garbage emotional abuse I won’t be a part of.  Here’s what we’re going to do in place of that trash.  We’re focusing on

Making Room . . . . .

             for our Now selves, and for our Tomorrow selves.

             We are so much more than what we have already done.  We have so many more choices and selections still to be made.  There are adventures to be had, and quiet calm moments yet to cherish.

             When we let go of what has already been, we open up space for what is yet to arrive.  The more we release that which no longer serves, the better we are able to accept what is still awaiting us around the next bend.

             It is the time of year to treasure our loved ones, to reflect on the returning light, and to allow our approaching gifts their space to arrive.  When we give ourselves this freedom, there is no failure, there is no loss.

             We are simply appreciating the Now.  Sitting and Being.  Acknowledging our completeness while giving ourselves permission to accept the Joy of whatever is next.

             Here is an inspirational view, of things I love:

waterfalls, winter weather, bridges, trees, and hope for our future.

 

 

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Restoration

             In the spirit of true, and continuing, transparency, I need to tell you that it’s approximately the surface of the sun here, as far as heat goes.  And, according to the apps on my phone, it will continue to be like this for another two weeks, or ya know, until fucking forever.

             I get it.  It’s summer.  But truthfully, I can’t stand these temperatures.  This oven-like weather makes me physically nauseous and entirely unpleasant to be around.  I can’t think.  I can’t sleep.  I can’t hold a thought, nor a conversation.  It’s disgusting.

              Just wanted you to know how I’m doing.   And why we don’t have a personal channeled message.  I can’t rest and listen when I’m finding it hard to breathe.  I become enraged, and more swollen than usual.

             The reason for this post though, is a beautiful and positive one.  We received a wee giftie that I’d forgotten about.  It was on order, and then it appeared.  (Some items I simply can’t purchase locally, and I’ve had to become okay with that.)

             It is THIS DECK.  And it is glorious.  I keep seeing signs and posters and stickers and t-shirts, all of them saying: the future is female.  No offense, obviously, to those of you raising sons, I happen to know, up-close-and-personal, that those boys are included here.  This statement is not just truth, it’s also mythic.  The males who are birthed and instructed by feminists are just as much our future.

             This afternoon, three women in my life came through, in a big and important way.  I have daughters, I have born nieces, I have married-in nieces, I have sisters-in-law.  All of them are strong and bright, loving and kind; I know we can count on them to help, personally and globally.  It gives me hope, merely thinking of them.

             This is our first draw, the first of many more to come.  It is perfect in its validation, its message, and its tone.

“Catherine LaBoure  ~  

The Patroness of Miraculous Healing

‘I am ready to heal.

I am worthy of the miracles meant for me.’

WHO SHE IS:

Catherine LaBoure embodies our capacity to facilitate our own healing.  She was born in Côte d’Or, France in 1806.  When Catherine was nine years old, she picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary after her mother’s funeral and said with a kiss, ‘now you will be my mother.’

As a young woman, she became a member of the nursing order of Saint Vincent de Paul in Paris.  She chose this order after she had a vision of Saint Vincent’s heart in the Church on Rue de Bac.

In 1830, Catherine had another vision, this one of Mary standing in the vesica piscis with rays of light streaming out from the center of her open palms.  She asked Mother Mary why some of the rays don’t reach the earth.  And Mary explained, ‘those are the graces for which people forget to ask.’

Catherine was instructed to create a ‘miraculous medal’ based on this vision of Mary.  All who wear them, it is believed, will receive great graces.

Saint Catherine’s miraculous medal became widely popular among all sects of Christianity.  It is still worn by millions all over the world to this day.

WHEN YOUR SOUL SELECTS HER CARD:

It can feel effortless to ask for what our loved ones need.  We can fall on our knees at times to pray for the health and highest possible outcome for our beloved children and partners or friends.  What’s often far more difficult is asking for all that we need.

For many of us, lack of self-worth can get in the way of realizing that we can ask for so much more.  And that ultimately, there is no difference between praying for our own needs and the needs of our loved ones.

There are so many miracles, graces, and blessings which don’t arrive simply because we don’t ask for them.  The spirit world is ethical and doesn’t interfere with our intrinsic right to choose our own adventure story.  Free will is ours.

So we have to ask for the Universe to intervene in the effort of our own healing.

Ask and you will find.  This is a spiritual truth.

And also, suffering is optional.  Suffering doesn’t glorify us nor make us more holy.  At any point we can ask for the highest possible good to shower down on us.

We can ask to be healed in ways we can’t even imagine by handing the healing over to the divine.

The healing might not arrive in the way we picture being healed.  Our lower back may still throb with pain, but our heart has shifted and there’s a miraculous amount of light within our lives again.

If we can hand over an attachment to what healing is going to look like, we can receive all the blessings waiting for us.

SOUL VOICE MEDITATION:

What can I ask for help in healing?

INTENTION:

I am ready to heal.

I am worthy of the miracles meant for me.”

             Thank you, to all of my Divine females (and the males in their lives).  Thank you, Meggan Watterson, for channeling this oracle and sharing it with the world.

 

 

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