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I have a sister. Her name is Lydia Slaby because she married her high school sweetheart. I usually call her Chiquita or my daughters name. It all depends on how much sleep I have gotten. She is 2 years, one month, and five days younger than I am. I do not have any memories of my life without her.
Read MoreI take a sip of warm tea, roll my head three times in each direction to hear the crunching, and roll my shoulders three times backwards ~ feeling my body fall into the comfy couch. Truth is truth and yet, in this world of material doings, it can be lost so quickly into the forgetory… and so here are my reminders - God is in every moment.
Read MoreI learned a new word yesterday - forgetory.
There is the memory “that lives in the front of your head, right here Momma, near your nose” (she is pointing next to her nose) and the “forgetory - that lives in the back of your head.”
Read MoreI love November. I love that my Father’s birthday is at the beginning of the month, that my birthday is nestled around Thanksgiving, that the advent of crisp weather is new and invigorating.
Read MoreWhen I was about 13 years old I vividly remember asking the Universe to for a life to stretch me, to challenge my hangups, to force my soul and beingness to grow and learn and evolve. The Universe heard me.
30th birthday present… stage 4 cancer. Boom.
Here I am, about to turn 42, a bit less plump and bouncy physically but oh so much wiser.
I can hear my 80 year old giggling at that statement. Regardless, here we go, immortal words of wisdom from one who is basically repeating what sages have known for aeons.
Spend the Amrit Vela with God. Wake up early (between 3-6) and meditate, do yoga, pray, and spend time being held by the Divine. Rest in God deliberately, with focus and intent.
Read MoreA few months ago I was talking about a woman who had died. “The worst part,” her closer friend shares with me, “is that her kids keep on asking me if I have a letter or a note from her for them - and I keep on having to say no.”
So here we go, my winter project, write letters to my children. Just in case. Why not?
Letters for their birthdays, letters when they graduate from college/run away from home/join a cult, letters when they get married. Letter when it is a random Tuesday in March 2042 to tell them I love them.
You never know in this life. Isn’t the idea of doing this now, in health, with facilities intact, without the cancer industrial complex breathing down my neck, make it seem more of a gift than a chore?
I think so. I feel so. I know so.
Read MoreSo, obviously, the evening of May 7 was really an experience beyond words. Initially, I was euphoric. Totally high, in love with the world, experiencing the gift of oneness and in awe of what happened.
As the experience lost its immediacy and tactile sharpness - I spent time mourning the shift. But then, the Universe did something amazing (not that I am surprised).
I started receiving nudges reinforcing what happened - during a yoga class, or a conversation, or in my A Course in Miracles (ACIM) reading. Nudges that strengthened what I had seen or learned or understood (again, words are hard).
Here are the nudges I received from ACIM over the last 6 weeks or so. Nudges that led me to share my story.
Read MoreIn the beginning there was the Word and the Word was a big bang. So here goes - my big bang.
May 7, 2018, my heart stopped. No heartbeat. Then, after a bit, it started again. That kicked off the evening where I merged with God and spoke and understood life from my God Self.
This is what I know. We are all the same. All is God. All is love. Beneath every … every moment is either fear that tightens the body or the invitation to relax into the Divine hug that awaits us all. God is waiting for us to relax into Him and see ourselves as one.
Yes, okay, backing up.*
Read MoreOh wow. Where to begin.
At the beginning there was the One. In order for the One to play and know itself it separated into Two. The two are the everything of life. Hot Cold. Dark Light. Fear Love. Despair Exultation. Water Fire. Air Earth. Rape Hugs. Torture Kindness. (so perhaps there are gradations of the Two, which is the One, my brain is grokking something that I felt with my soul.)
Read MoreRight so yes, it has almost been a year (say what?!). I would love to say that my time unplugged was due to more than passed out napping and devouring bags of avocado oil potato chips, but that would be a lie. Pregnancy was amazing and primal and awesome.
Read MoreOn Mother's Day this year we had 7 baby chicks born to our rotating cast of three broody hens. (Certain mornings they almost seemed to be sitting on top of each other.)
Read MoreYogi Bhajan said, "I have come to create teachers, not to gather students." Okay, I remember thinking when I started teacher training, good for you - but no thanks.
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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