One of my favorite theologians is Henri Nouwen. His writing is simplistic, but powerful. He brings you into his life and allows you to walk with him in his life through every possible emotion. You learn, cry, laugh, feel compassion, and grow with him in his and your own journey. The last few years have been hard for me and for my family. I have had to say good bye to over thirty friends, acquaintances and loved ones.
There are days I have wondered if I would ever stop grieving. I still wake up some mornings wishing my parents who transitioned in 2001 and 2005, my first two funerals, were still here. Sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and call them. There is not a day that I look at our prayer and meditation garden and do not think of my friend Laura who committed suicide about 18 months ago. She helped us move so much dirt into that garden and planted a butterfly bush, which stayed green in the snow when she passed over. Losing so many people the last few years has reminded me of my own mortality. Read More
Lol. Well it is nice to know that people miss my blogs when I do not write them. It has been less than a week since my last blog and I got a few emails from people who wanted to know if I was okay. Those made me feel loved. When I write, I do it for me and sometimes even for the trash can so I do not attach others responses to what I write. It is for me and if it does some good in the world, then bless it. If not that is ok too.
The last few days have been a journey in faith. They have been a reminder of the importance of doing two things in my life trusting and obeying. Trusting and obeying the leadings of spirit even when they do not make sense to me personally. The one regret I have this week is that I did not listen to my intuition and not wear my brace to school on Tuesday. However, I did trust and obey from that point forward. I think you were trying to prevent me from incurring the wounds that I got from my brace rubbing against all the bug bites that I got while near and in the compost the past few days. I didn’t obey you then and so came home to infected welts all over my leg, which I have never experienced and my leg seemed twice as big as normal. Read More
I just wanted to take a moment to give thanks for the awesome time I had with all the people who came to have their spirit drawings done by J:D Arrichi at our space. It was a blessing to have met new people and enabled them to experience the peace and healing, which we offer in our space. Sometimes a place can sound good on paper, but until you experience the space, you do not know if it is a space, you need to return to in your journey.
There were so many amazingly powerful memories yesterday, which served as clear reminders of the subtle way that Spirit works. For example, I thought it was funny how one of the women was looking for a new dentist did not know that the co-pastor at her church was a dentist. After helping her to connect the dots, she realized she knew who she needed to go see. Prayer answered. Thank you for using me one more time. Read More
I wish I could explain what is going on with me energy wise, but I am not sure that I can. All I know is that since December 13 I have woken up with bounds of energy. For the last several days, I have woken up singing Oh What a Beautiful Morning in my head. I have not heard that song for decades, but every morning I have been waking up singing this song in my head and the reality is that each day this week has been amazingly beautiful.
Some might say it is because there is a shift in the energy as we move closer to the end of the Mayan calendar. Others might explain it a diversity of ways. All I know is that this is how I am waking up and the attitude that has been prevailing in my spirit. Even the other day when I heard about the mass killing at the elementary school in Connecticut, my joy was not broken. That is not to say I did not feel compassion for those who were involved in this tragic event, I did and am still holding them in prayer. However, my feelings were not an either or but a both and. I felt deep compassion for those who were suffering, but could still appreciate the “bright golden haze on the meadows.” Read More
So today was field trip day and I could actually do this. I went to the local nurseryJ. The goal was to pay attention to your sensory reaction as you walked up and down the aisles. Intuitively, what do you know about flowers? What does your spirit say about plants that must be planted annually or those that come back every year? How do you respond to the tiny seedlings compared to the larger plants? What does your reaction to seedlings tell you about how you trust?
I might have to email Janelle and tell her that her book is California biased. On a cold January day, I was literally one of only 2 customers in the nursery. The other was my partner who went with me. Not many people go to the nursery on a cold winter day and there was very little to interact with. Never the less it was a powerful experience. Read More
I cant remember the last time I thought about my childhood home or my room, but I can see it ever so clearly. It is funny how sometimes when you stop and close your eyes, you can see things so clearly. The funny thing is that the space I felt most connected to spirit was not a physical space, but an emotional space with my Bubby. Whenever I was going through something I would see her when she still lived nearby and she would say come sarah bella let us go for a walk. We would walk in silence until suddenly she would stop and say something very profound to me and then we would go back to the house and the rest of the family. There were other places in my own home that made me feel connected. One was the sewing room. Read More