As my son gets ready to board one of three flights to go from Koh Tao, Thailand to Bangkok and then from Bangkok to Melbourne and then from Melbourne to New Zealand, one learns to let go even while they are hanging on. What does that mean exactly? It means that I still want his flight information while knowing I have no choice but to trust life will carry him from point A to point B. This is no easy feat for an ex-overworrier and someone who was raised to hold on tightly! However, I have learned over this last year, that I have no control, no choice and that life is to be lived and loved and enjoyed and that worrying doesn't actually stop anything from happening or un-happening as he still cracked his head open surfing, got food poisoning and was seriously dehydrated. He's …
A Moment in Time…
I stood there listening to the sound of my own voice whaling. It was an observation from a momentary out of body experience. The sounds of pain, sadness and loss were coursing through my being and out my mouth along with the expressing of my heaving surrendered frame. This was my first moment of allowing myself to melt into a pile of much needed release. My father had died. He was gone from this earth in the physical form. No longer tangible, no sound I could readily hear. There would never be an opportunity to speak with him again via telephone, receive or send a card. There would be no visits. I would never feel his hugs and hear his encouraging words in real-time again. I would need to make sure the imprinted vision of his face, his lines, his smile, his teeth, his voice, his …
Are You Using It or Losing It?
As we age our brains really step into an accelerated “use it or lose it” functionality. It’s so nourishing to occupy yourself with topics that walk hand in hand with your passion in life and even more satiating when that action leads to the end result of whatever you are intending. Given the opportunity for mental activity, our brains produce new neurons throughout our lifetime and aside from lifestyle and toxicity, we get to "use it" vs. "lose it". Yay! We are constantly exposed to the toxins or habits that contribute to the "lose it" portion, but this is more of a celebration of how great it feels to"use it"! With that said, there are 7 traditional styles of learning and each uses different areas of the brain. They are: Visual (spatial):You prefer using pictures, images, …
Nature Offers Nurture… Are You Accepting Her Gifts?
Nature is by far thee best medicine I personally have found! There really is no substitute for speaking your souls desires to the earth, to the water, to the air, to the wind, to the ether and to the field of pure energetics. If you sit quietly in nature and allow yourself to become a part of your scenery, absolute magic and sense of it all come together. Everything outside of that moment is not so important. Life's petty little irritations, life's seemingly rapid pace slows to a rhythmic breath of order. Put your ear to earth. Become the earth. The earth is beating. Let your feet feel the soil and toes play with each microscopic grain. Welcome the sound of birds singing and communicating so naturally in their oxygenated playground amongst the trees. Allow the breeze to move …
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LOVING A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HOW TO BE LOVED…
I keep seeing these articles that talk about loving a girl, a woman, who doesn't know how to be loved. Right away a feeling of "savior" mentality washes over. Well FUCK THAT! What if you loved a woman who DOES know how to be loved? What if she knows how to love you? What if you changed you're whole entire pattern of choice by choosing the one who scares the shit out of you because they would stay? Because they will receive your love? What if, What if you were appreciated not on your savior skills but for who you genuinely are? First off, women who know how to love, and be loved, are out there! Knowing how to receive love is so important because when you receive your partners love, you are telling them, I trust you. I trust us. A woman who knows how to love and be loved, knows …