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Finding, Loving, Trusting Me First

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Before you found me

I had to find me

Deep in the forest,

Singing to the earth.

Healing my heart

One beat at a time.

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Before you loved me,

I had to love me.

Knowing my worth

Feeling God’s love

Lifting my spirit

On wings of an eagle.

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Before I trusted you

I had to trust me

Having the courage

To take one more chance

Walking by faith

Into love’s adventure.

 

Five days til my Goodreads ebook giveaway of Trust the Timing !

 

 


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Releasing Fear and Opening to Miracles

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From Marianne Williamson:

Think of what you’d like to have happen in your life… then surrender to God every aspect of your personality that keeps it from happening. Infinite opportunity is built into the nature of the universe; it’s not lack of opportunity, but the way we chronically deflect these opportunities, that obstructs the otherwise constant flow of …miracles into our lives. We’ve all been wounded; the issue is whether we act from the wound. Ask God to take away all your personality characteristics that arose from the wound, and to replace them with the characteristics of your immortal Self…..

This quote by Marianne Williamson has been waiting among my drafts for a  long time. It drew my attention last night because Christmas is the traditional time for miracles. There was the virgin birth of the savior, the brilliant star seen by wise men and shepherds… Miracles.

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Reading the quote again, it hit me that I’ve been acting, or rather thinking and imagining, from the wound, from my history of woundedness when things went wrong. It’s certainly not a conscious decision. It’s a habit that developed over many years, because I want to be prepared in case things go wrong again.

But I don’t have to prepare by rehearsing my responses to the catastrophes I imagine. How many times have we imagined a conversation and our responses only to find out the conversation didn’t go anything like we rehearsed?

I can prepare by being grounded in my Creator’s love and in my own healing.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when we bring what is within us out into the world, miracles happen.

__Ralph Waldo Emerson

I always say that we need to give at least as much time to the good possibilities as the bad ones. But it’s easy to slip into the old anxiety, like someone’s going to steal my joy, but it’s me stealing my own joy. Sometimes it takes a conscious effort to pull myself out of the negativity that comes from fear, to focus on the miracles I want in my life. So here goes:

I see myself working through challenges with love and kindness. I will not let fear block the kindness. I will be kind to the fear and gentle to the old wounds.

I see my loved ones standing in light, facing life with courage and kindness. I envision them successful, aware that they have their own ideas about success and their own paths to walk.  I must release them to God’s love, as I focus on my own healing.

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Some of my fear is for my country and this beautiful planet Earth. I envision us working though challenges and finding more peace, using Earth’s gifts with more care, wisdom and compassion, helping the planet heal. I continue to do my part in this healing process while taking care of myself.

I release my fear, and all the personality characteristics from my wounds to God and ask that they be replaced with characteristics of my immortal self, the self that knows for certain that everything works out for the best. I will trust the timing.

I think and act from a place of healing and love.

I am open to new miracles.

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Bridges to Forgiveness

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Last month, I watched a video, over at Sue Dreamwalker’s blog, about homelessness. The topic and the video still nudge me to explore further. It’s about a homeless man whose family comes to find him after many years.  I’ve  wondered how the man became homeless, what separated him from his family, and what brought his family back to him. Maybe enough time had gone by. Maybe the daughter, having grown up, wanted to see her father, to take a chance. Maybe the burden of her mother’s resentments had become too heavy, and it was time to open the door to forgiveness.

My experience working with and getting to know homeless people  has made me realize that if I’d encountered more misfortune or taken a couple steps further down certain roads, I could have ended up in their shoes. I’ve also learned that everyone has hopes and dreams even if they’ve been buried under the rubble of  addiction, poverty, or debilitating mental illness. Demons can distance people. Bridges get burned. Yet there is always hope for recovery, always an opportunity to love. Even if a bridge has been burned, it can be re-built.

On a side note, the hard part in writing this is that there must be someone I need to forgive or forgive more deeply. My X perhaps, or someone who’s gotten on my nerves. Resentments with deep roots, come back like weeds.

We’ve all been hurt and forgiveness can be a scary thing. We may need to set boundaries to take care of ourselves. But perhaps there is a door that can be opened just a little or a window that needs cleaning. Maybe we can look through that window and give a smile or a nod of encouragement. Bridges can be built with a handshake or a hug. Peace can begin with a whispered prayer.

God, help me remember that I need forgiveness, too.

Here’s the video, Momentos, by Nuno Rocha : Thanks to Sue Dreamwalker for sharing it.

(You might not cry, but you will be moved.)


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I’m Thankful I Didn’t Walk In Front of a Truck.

“The Suicide Note” at Manifesto Amelioration   reminded me that I thought about suicide when I was 20 years old.

It was in the late 70s, after high school when my codependency emerged full force. The guy I’d been dating was not a good fit. But I didn’t get it. Depressed, I dropped out of college, worked in nowhere jobs, and drank more I should have.

I had no active suicide plan, just thoughts about leaving work at the pizza place where I washed dishes with tears dripping into the sink, and walking in front of a truck. I thought about it more than once. Because my stupid boyfriend didn’t love me anymore, and life wasn’t working out at all like I planned.

What stopped me was that I didn’t want to hurt my parents. My little sister had been killed by a drunk driver less than two years earlier. The night she died, my father, the strongest man I’ve ever known, sat in his chair shaking his head and holding a cigarette for the first time in years. I felt his agony.  Even then, I knew that losing one child was a horrible burden for any parent to bear. I would not add to their pain.

I didn’t know how hard my parents were praying for me when I was 20. And that angels were watching over me, sometimes peeking though their fingers, shaking their heads in disbelief as I meandered along the edge of sanity.  I did not walk in front of any trucks, but I did put myself in some risky situations.

Thank you, angels.

 

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Putting one wobbly, angel nudged foot in front of the other, I got over the boyfriend who was never a good fit. I had other boyfriends. I got married, graduated from college, and had two children. There was more heartbreak, but there were joys, too. Big joys. And lots of lessons. Today, my life is better than I could have ever imagined.

My point is that when I was 20 years old and thought about suicide, I didn’t know that the best years of my life were waiting for me.

Hope is always with us, waiting patiently. It gets better.

1-800-273-8255 

Suicide Prevention Lifeline

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

It ain’t over yet.

 

(The angel photo is from pixabay.)


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Innovative Bubble CPAP Saves Lives

Fulfilling a promise he made 20 years ago, Dr. Mohammod Jobayer Chisti developed a bubble CPAP device starting with a shampoo bottle.  The current device costs  $1.25 (£1), compared to $15,000 (£11,000) for ventilators many developing countries cannot afford. A two year study indicated the simpler innovation decreased mortality rates by 75%.

 

Here’s the whole story:

http://www.bbc.com/news/business-40498395

 

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Yoga Behind Bars #WATWB

Volunteer yoga teachers go to 16 prisons, jails, and detention centers to offer yoga to inmates. Learn more from this inspiring video:

For more information, visit:

http://yogabehindbars.org/

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How to Heal a Broken Heart

How to heal from a broken heart

This is exactly what I learned to do after my divorce. It took time. There was all that grief to work through, a codependent relapse or two, and a great deal of questioning.

But in time, I found me again. I put my love into the constants that had always been there for me: God, dogs, nature, painting, writing, singing, swimming, and family. I explored new interests like drumming, improvisational dance, and kayaking. I bought myself flowers and encouraging cards. Slowly but surely, I healed. In some ways, the healing was like coming home. In other ways, it was like a mid-life adolescence but with a little more wisdom and growing self-love.

What are the constants in your life that can support you through hard times?

What else can help heal a broken heart?

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My back cover painting for Trust the Timing