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Women’s March on Washington

Women’s March on DC – Steph and I !

So healing being there! Amazing women, amazing children, and men, too in pink hats. A sea of people – now being counted – 500,000 and millions of people around the world. I  felt the anger, sadness, and an outpouring love. The march gave me this strong feeling that we are so much more than we know, and that love, good will, and honesty in the end will prevail. I know it’s going to be a long journey, and my intention is to walk in love and light. Is there any other way?

Marching is Healing. Come Join Us “Women’s March” Jan 21. In DC or Your Home Town!


When I first heard about the Women’s March on Washington I wanted to participate. After Election Day I was in grief – veering from sadness to anger to depression. I kept hearing about the Women’s March, but felt it was too expensive for me to go. They are holding a march in Santa Cruz where I live, and in the Bay Area, but I wanted to be in the middle of a group of powerful, diverse women in Washington D.C.

Magically I found that we could take a bus from New York to D.C. and attend. I have a great friend in New York, Steph, and she said she wanted to attend too. It took less than two hours to arrange. It felt like the angels were urging me on. Inexpensive airfare, decent price for the buses, housing help from Steph and help from GoFundMe. Yes, friends, old and new, men and women, donated to make it all possible. Truly a miracle for me.

I feel it’s imperative to announce loudly to the new administration that we women are standing together to protect healthcare and social security programs for all. As Hillary said, “Women’s rights are human rights.”

So off to New York and Washington D.C. I go. Holding all people in my heart.

We shall overcome this illegitimate presidency.  

 

Reading “Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life

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Or should I say, “re-reading.” I heard great things about this book years ago, when it was first published in 2003 and when I worked at a spiritual bookstore.  They actually held groups or trainings there for many years. In the book written by Marshall B. Rosenberg, he states, “What I want from my life is a compassion, a flow between myself and others based on a mutual giving from the heart.”

Such an amazing book for revealing how we can use “nonviolence” in our daily lives. The work is based on Gandhi’s ideas with an introduction by Arun Gandhi, Gandhi’s grandson. When Arun was angry and  thirteen, his grandfather taught him how to face difficult life situations by using the principals of nonviolence.

Okay, I’ll be honest. I was a little turned off by the title, because I don’t think of myself as a “violent” communicator, who needs reforming. I never yell at people, I co-exist rather well with my friends, my adult children, sisters, and community members. Bu, occasionally, I do run into communication and relationship issues. Especially with my boyfriend, who when I am angry, I call my un-boyfriend. Can you believe that? Before we get started, I just want you to know I am right. (Just kidding)

Here are the summarize techniques found in the back of the book:

  1. Express how you are feeling using the “I am” sentence without blaming or criticizing.
  2. Observe what is not contributing to your well being.
  3. Observe what you are feeling (rather than thinking.)
  4. Figure out what you need or value.
  5. Clearly request what would enrich your life without demanding.

So easy. Right? In the heat of life, often we first need a cooling off period. Sometimes it helps  to journal, work the Twelve Steps, talk to a friend or counselor, and then begin the process of communicating. Don’t forget to listen with your heart to hear what your friend might need. With practice we can get better. You just might want to own your own copy and read the book.

Finding A Spirit Guide, I Mean Bird!

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At my “Artist Way Class” we played with clay, let our hands do the talking, and were introduced to an animal guide for the class. My clay morphed from hawk to pelican. My guide, the pelican, has been showing up all week.

I was above Seabright Beach on the cliffs when this large, wide winged bird floated up on the wind  level with my view of him. Oh, so majestic and ancient looking at the same time. I am for a moment transported into the mystery – the feeling that everything in life is orchestrated and in divine order.

According to Animals Speak by Ted Andrews, pelicans symbolically represent the ability “to be buoyant and rest on the top in spite of life’s circumstances. The pelican teaches that no matter how difficult life becomes, no matter how much you plunge, you can pop to the surface.”

I drew the picture above in my drawing class at Cabrillo College. I had fun getting to know pelicans through drawing them. Such amazing birds! The Audubon Society says of them, “An unmistakable bird of coastal waters. Groups of Brown Pelicans fly low over the waves in single file, flapping and gliding in unison. Their feeding behavior is spectacular, as they plunge headlong into the water in pursuit of fish.”

Call on a pelican when you’re going through challenging times and plunging to meet life’s challenges. Know you can just rest on the spiritual waters, no matter what is going on in your life. Ask the pelicans for their magic and power!

What birds are you attracted to? What do you think they mean to you spiritually? What message are they giving you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She Calls

A Poem Dedicated to Madyson Middleton and Laura Jordan of Santa Cruz, California

 

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She calls, provides me with a simple life,

a life on the San Lorenzo River,

overlooking pink eucalyptus and pine.

She urges ­– become a painter, a writer,

live in an intentional arts community.

 

Some mornings, coffee in hand,

cat on my lap, I marvel.

I am suppose to paint, write,

I am suppose to contemplate,

drink it in, the flash of

of the iridescent blue jay,

against the forest green.

 

Called, yes, thirty-three years ago,

a sudden awakening, a rebirth.

I was led to the Unity Prayer Room,

Lee Summit, Missouri,

praying with people from

the U.S, the world.

 

I learned,

“Be still and know I am God.

Be still and know I am.

Be still and know.

Be still.”

 

My vocation included sitting for a

half-hour in the dead of night, winter,

in the dimly lit chapel

where prayer had been

continuous for ninety years.

 

I did my best, I didn’t understand,

how I’d arrived there,

but, I was deeply honored;

my own wounds healing.

 

It’s as if I’m on an invisible path,

sometimes lit, sometimes not,

headed north, slowly, following a map of

valleys and mountains without designation,

but with stars and moon revealed.

 

And just last summer

a little girl, Maddy, eight,

a neighbor on the first floor,

was murdered by another

neighbor, fifteen, a sick boy

who just wanted to know what

it felt like to kill someone.

 

On this holy ground,

Tibetian monks performed

an exorcism – with loud clanging

bells, gongs, and drums.

They chanted for a good hour,

red and gold robes in dim light

in our community room,

releasing, cleansing, and purifying.

If only it was that easy.

I and others, children too,

lit candles and prayed for days.

 

I was called to offer

a light of a painting,

red and gold, “Golden Spirit,”

to Laura, Maddy’s brave mother.

Now I know why,

in all this light and darkness too,

why ­–

I paint, pray, and write.

 

 

 

 

Knock, Knock, Knock on Heaven’s Door

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I loved this book. Patricia Pearson is not only a eloquent writer, but she weaves her personal story with detailed stories of others. Concurrently, she reports on scientific research about people’s moment of death and near death experiences.

I loved the story of her sister, Katharine. She tells the story of her life and her vulnerable, sad time with cancer. Patricia, after her sister’s death, “wanted to understand what we knew, and what remained unclear, scientifically elusive, about these controversial modes of awareness. …Why did she enter into her own dying experience afraid at first – only to become increasingly joyful? What was she seeing, what was she learning, what would she have told me if she could have, after she could no longer converse. What I learned in the ensuing few years was far richer and more mysterious than I ever imagined, and by sharing it with you, I am hoping that I will open a door.”

I am fascinated by these stories because in my psychic hearings with people, often deceased loved ones psychically show up. I can hear them, and in my mind’s eye, see them. I am honored to meet these souls and transmit messages to and from loved ones.

Opening Heaven’s Door could help those who are facing their loved ones or their own illness or death. It lessoned the fear of death for me.  She sums up her works by saying, “When the dying leave us, it’s like a footprint in the sand that needs to be filled in. Where the water rushes in, where love rushes in.” Such a wise and profound book!

Happy, Oh God, It’s Valentine’s Day

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I know it’s a little late, but hey, we still have hours to go. I hope all you single people on the planet, I think its half of us, yes billions, have a truly great day. And everyone else.

Here in Santa Cruz, California, the weather has been like a beautiful painting, more spring/summer than winter. Yes, we worry, but we love these days. 76 degrees. Okay, did you notice how I changed the topic to a very safe topic? The weather!

Well, I must admit, even though I had a great Valentines Day and weekend, I still have/had this hysterical little girl (ten) within who is worried about all the classmates who didn’t give me a Valentine’s Day card in 1962. I’ve attempted taking care of her, multiple trips to See’s Candy, new earrings, and crazy texts to my boyfriend who can’t wait until this holiday is over.

Just for fun this morning, my boyfriend and I had a fight about Hilary and Bernie. I like them both. He, for some reason, wants to tell me all these very questionable stories, thirty plus years of them, spread globally by Hilary haters, about Hilary, my hero. Really, when she was in the White House, they, men and women,  just wanted her to bake cookies and serve tea 1800’s style. They didn’t want her to think or work on any of our many health or education issues.

I found this from Hamburger – “Hilary really is a paradox. In Gallup polling, Hillary Clinton has been voted the most admired woman in the world 17 times, yet The New York Times is on record as having called her the “most hated First Lady” ever. The media have referred to her has “nagging”, “controlling” and “conniving” but also as “loyal”, “fearless” and “intelligent.”

Just so you know, my still boyfriend and I have agreed not to ever talk about Hilary again. It’s our “H” word. He is now taking me out to dinner. Thank God.

And don’t you love this badass Hilary quote – “I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas, but what I decided to do was to fulfill my profession.” But paradoxically, you can now find Hilary’s chocolate chip cookie recipe online here – http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/food-recipes/a4436/hillary-clintons-chocolate-chips-893/

So investigate Hilary for yourself and tell me what you find. And do have a wonderful Valentine’s Day.

 

Dark Morning of the Soul

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Sometimes, even our mornings can seem dark. Sometimes, the hardest thing is just to get up, as if we have come back from a sad dream. When this happens to me, I ask the angels for help. I might remember to pray, “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad.” Then my hungry cat, Pangea, will pounce on me until I’m up. Peet’s coffee is also waiting for me…

I hope you have a lighter, brighter day!

Stand Up for Yourself

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Speaking up for yourself is a form of self care. I don’t know why its still hard for me, but it is. So when I do say my truth– I feel like I’m putting a grey film on the day. I hear you, girlfriend. I know that’s ridiculous! But, I do. But hey, sometimes I’m just stating the obvious!

So speak up, stand up! Just like this red flower sitting in a bed of prickly succulent arms. Say it with love, or whatever, just say it. Hey, we don’t have to be perfect.

What aren’t you saying that possibly would help move your life forward? See you tomorrow.

Fifteen Self Care Ideas

IMG_2436Sometimes, when all is too busy and spinning, the best thing you can do is take a time out and practice nurturing yourself.  Here is a short list of kind ways to take care of yourself.

Mind

Write a new affirmation on a card and say it through out the day.
Start a compliments box and write down sweet things others say to you.
Go cloud watching, lie on the sand, grass or ground if you can, and breathe deeply.
Take one-minute meditations between activities and say your affirmation.
Do a mini-declutter of a book shelf, drawer or closet. Give it away to someone as a mini-gift.

Body

Go to a dance, aerobics or yoga class. Pretend you’re sixteen.
Stretch, walk or jog in your nearest park. Hug a tree.
Ask your body what it wants and listen. Then do that!
Give yourself the gift of a massage, pedicure, or manicure.
Eat your veggies, drink water, and love yourself.

Soul

See the beauty in birds, animals, plants and trees.
Watch the flames in a fire and cuddle with a cat or friend.
Cook and enjoy a healthy, delicious meal with family or friends.
Attend live music performance or play and soak in the richness.
Find and give yourself time to read a great book.

What’s your favorite self care activity? Do that. Give thanks and enjoy your day!