Yesterday and Today

Yesterday
I went to work.
I cleaned my house

I endlessly checked emails, facebook and texts.

I played a couple of games on the computer.

I ate dinner.

I went to bed.

Wasted day.

Something has got to give.

Today

I went to work.

I shared a smile with a stranger.

I looked into the curious eyes of a small child.

I hugged a friend tighter.

I sat and watched a butterfly dance across my garden.

I laughed out loud at complete and total silliness.

I told my husband how much I loved him.

Gifted day.

A much better way to live.

Choices

You do it too

I am a medium.
I believe that everyone, to a degree, does what I do all the time and never even realizes it. Let me give you some examples of what I mean.
Hearing.
Have you ever lost something? You look and look but to no avail. Then, later, when you are doing some menial task, it just pops into your head where the item you lost is! -or- You have a difficult project that you're working on. You can't quite get it. You try looking at it from different approaches. You examine the concept again and again and you just can't quite seem to get it. Again, later, doing something else when your mind is free, the answer pops in. THAT'S how I hear things.

Seeing.

If I were to say to you, picture so and so's face. In your mind you would be able to "see" their face. If I were to say, remember something you both did together. You would be able to see a little mini motion picture of that particular event. THAT'S how I see things.
Feeling.

There are a few ways for this one.

Impressions. Emotions. Illness/Injury.

For illness/injury, sometimes I will get an uncomfortable feeling in the area of my body where the person was affected. You know this as the universal....a guy gets hit in the crotch with a ball.

Ever just walk into a room and immediately you can feel the emotions in the "air"? Good or bad, you know it, you feel it.

Impressions are a little different. Ever start talking to a stranger and just gat an impression? Maybe they are strong, funny, happy, a grandmother, a soldier, etc.

You do it too. Recognize it. Welcome it. Embrace it.

Live Without Possessions

What?!!?!

I woke up this morning with this phrase in my head. I've been pondering it ever since. I have always believed that living well and being comfortable wasn't an issue. Live within your means.

Ahhh, live without  the consumption of possessions. I guess that could definitely be an issue. I guess I am rather attached to being comfortable. I know that I could do with much less, in fact I have. Living in my car for a year was a good lesson. Because of that fact I try to appreciate my comforts even more.

I look around the world. There are people with so much more than I have and then again, people without food. Then when a natural disaster hits, we are all very quickly brought to a level playing field. Maybe the universe is once again trying to tell us something.  

Rest

Rest is not idleness,
and to lie sometimes on a summer day listening to the murmur of water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. - John Lubbock

My Resting Place

I love my garden. It is my safe place, my resting place. I heal and feel at peace here. I once read somewhere a quote that went something like this:
"Build yourself a quiet sanctuary where you can receive from the universe".
I have and I do.

A gift from my father

I had written this before, but feel the need to repeat it today on Father's Day.

My dad was brought up Catholic. My mom Protestant. They decided to raise us in the Protestant church. There was no getting out of going to church every Sunday. Except, that is, on the occasional Sunday that my dad would wake me up early to work with him on the apple orchard. Thinking I was getting out of church was usually short lived as my dad always found a way of still getting a lesson in there somewhere for the day.


When I was fourteen, everyone was given a permission slip for our parents to sign so that we could join the church. I thought my dad would be really happy that this was something I wanted to do. So, that evening after dinner, I gave him the paper to sign. He looked at it, put it back on the table and said that he would not sign it. I was quite confused to say the least.

He explained it like this. It was he and my mom's intention that I get a good base, a good foundation. Now that he felt that I had it, it was my turn to go and decide what was truly right for me. If for the next few years I wanted him to take me to the catholic church, he would. A synagogue, baptist, advent, temple....he would. It was truly up to me, but I had to study something. If there was no place near for me to go, then I was to get a book. We would then talk about it later.

To this day I treasure this gift. This freedom to truly believe what resonates within.

The Bee Said

As I sat in my garden
Much to my dismay
A bee came along
And wanted to play.

I asked him to leave
He kept buzzing around
I said I'm allergic
He just kept buzzing his sound.

Again I had told him
I needed him to leave
He buzzed even closer
And landed on my sleeve.

I asked why he insisted
On landing on me
He said just have faith
And to just let things "be".

It will work out just fine
Please know that it will
These things on your mind
Just allow in God's will.

Risk taking with age...

Risk taking with age......

When I was young, I was a firefighter, a cop and a rescue worker. I loved the adrenaline rush of whatever situation was put before me.

Now, at 53, to get a rush I find myself shaving my legs in the shower. The challenges are the fact that I cannot feel the outside of my left leg from the knee down and oh, I don't wear my contact lenses.

Guess some things really do change with age.

Human. Being.

Dear God,

Please help the human in me be gentler with the being in me.

Physical Stone

I've not visited my blog in awhile. I have taken the time to work on my physical self, or as previously shown to me, my physical stone.

I believe that I have done very well. I have gotten back into eating healthfully (except for today, it's my birthday and I'm going for ice cream with Fred). The weight is starting to come off. I also have started going back to the gym. It's a meager effort as I am trying not to hurt my back in anyway, but I am at least doing SOMETHING! It's crazy how much strength I have lost and a little daunting how far I have to go, but I am seeing healing.

I went to my doctor. Since I hurt my back last June, he has been suggesting at every visit that I have surgery on my back . I have not. Somehow this option just didn't "sit well" within me. Instead I have rested. I have done my physical therapy. I have babied myself. I have had two injections. I guess that if I truly believe that thoughts and intentions are things which can be manifested I should live it, so, I have even spent a bit of time talking to my back, an odd concept, but.... This time he said that I had progressed to the point that the surgery option was off the table. How cool is that!?!? I still have a ways to go. I still have numbness and pain in various places in my leg, foot and toes, but it's better! I was told by doctors that there was only a 30% chance that anything would come back without surgery. Ha! Doctors, what do they know...?

On to my next healing stone.