Glove Story

I have been spending the past few weeks honing my creative therapy skills by helping my clients dive into their emotional landscapes via music, visual arts, and writing.  This is not particularly new. I have used these modalities many times in my work as a therapist. But as a therapist who is now an active writer, this endeavor has taken some new turns.

The more I delve into my clients’ lives, the more I question my own. The mirroring that I observe is both miraculous and ordinary. If you visit here often, you know that the miraculous and ordinary usually represent the same experience for me. For example, I have a new client who I was told can be difficult to connect with. I have not seen her through that lens. We engaged in some small talk initially, which led to her revelation about art. She repeatedly said that she is not good at art, but she loves viewing it and learning about it. ”  I don’t know why I love art, I just do!” We have connected so easily because of our shared love of art. I quickly noticed that I say the same thing to others: that I am not good at art, but am a huge fan of the craft. I realize that repeating that statement undermines my delight in making art and enjoying my process. Note to Self: Halt the judgement.

I use these creative modalities in order to help others access their emotional worlds and enhance their communication skills. This emphasis on self-expression has led me to analyze further my own unique process. What is driving me? Why do I need to write? Am I incomplete in some way until I release my essence on the written page? Reading Michael’s excellent offering yesterday inspired me further to conjure up a little something for you today. The Universe never fails in complementing my inner musings with outer evidence.

So let me share a small Glove Story with you:

I used to lose my wallet repeatedly or have it stolen. This happened in both dreamtime and while awake. I figured this had to do with a weak identity. When my wallet stopped being stolen or lost, I decided the identity misgivings were resolved. I also have lost many keys in both realms, tying this into mastery and autonomy. This association works for me. Earrings also go missing, leaving me with several solo earrings in my jewelry box. This seems less symbolic and more aerodynamic. Earrings fall off or get caught on things and slip away to earringland.

But then there’s the gloves….

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I bought these oh-so-sweet gloves a few months ago. They dazzle with so many of my favorite colors, purple, gray, maroon, etc. They work so well with my plum jacket and black shawl. They are soft and warm and cozy. I have lost one glove at least three times since I first wore them. And every time I was able to retrace my steps and find the stray – until now. Tuesday night I discovered that one of the gloves was not in my jacket pocket. I was at a diner and began to search half of the entire diner, then my car, my office the next day ….  Nada.

Then I begin combing the office parking lot and the cafeteria where I ate on Tuesday. I also scaled the campus between said parking lot and cafeteria by car and foot. I discovered other sole ( soul)  gloves, but not mine. I even went back to the bathroom stall in aforementioned cafeteria. I later returned to the diner on Wednesday, again asking the same questions and receiving the same answers. Today I went back yet again to the lost and found. I even searched online to see if I could buy a new pair. They are all sold out. I called the store where I bought it and contacted the manufacturer. I also prayed for guidance.

I want my glove back. I do not know why I am so obsessed. I have other gloves that are nice. But they are not enough somehow. I told myself in a few weeks it will be much warmer ( heck it’s spring-like now!) and I will not need to wear gloves. I realize this is a frivolous, high-class problem. But something deeper lurks. Something is stirring within that leaves me sad and unsettled.

Maybe it would be different if I had made peace with my father before he died, or if I could have caught Dexter’s heart problem before it took his life, or if I remained in one neighborhood and school for my entire childhood, or if I was taught that I was always enough simply because IAM. But I wasn’t taught and it is not different.

This Glove Story has no ending. In fact, it has only begun to brew, like a fresh teabag covered in tepid water.

Be Your Best

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As the world around us continues to spiral in unpredictable directions, what is a lightworker to do?

The solution is simple: be your best. What does best mean? Do what you can at any given moment and love yourself through it all. Love yourself when you lose your temper, make a mistake, or think unkind thoughts. Love yourself as you send light to a stranger, practice acts of random kindness, or elicit a smile in another.

Living on Earth has never been easy according to recorded and anecdotal history. Incarnating into human form is quite the experiment and the times we are entering are challenging and often daunting. But miracles and blessings abound in every heart and at every pass.

I enjoy the show Nashville and this season is one of my favorites. The emphasis is on character driven plots and the music making process. Country and bluegrass tunes are loaded with emotion, particularly tenderness and pain. So much beauty is distilled, resonating deeply in my soul. You just have to listen intently and it is all laid out there.

This tune has followed me since I first heard it on the season premiere. The Stella sisters resemble my nieces and are around the same age. Their voices are full of hope and promise.  Maybe it will delight and motivate you to live with love and purpose. The younger generations are counting on us to be our best so that they can inherit a New Earth.

We Otta Be Ottahs~

Many of you know that I am very fond of otters and have seen otter-like critters in my neck of the woods. I blog about them regularly and consider them such a blessing. I have not been able to take a picture of any as of yet. I consider them to be part of my spirit animal circle. Cindy has done a bang-up job here, bringing otter-mania to all of their fans. Please enjoy these gorgeous photos, taken with such loving care.

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Cuz life just floats by.
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Sea Otters live in close communities called rafts. Can you see the babies floating on their mamas? Hint: they are the brown fuzzy bumps with little faces resting on their mama’s bellies? (CLick to enlarge for better optics).
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Like all communities with time on their hands, gossip can be a problem.
“If you say this one more time, Edna, I swear, I will cover my ears!”
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A new human like me, is easily noticed.
“Who are you odd human, and why are you staring at me?”
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Discussing the merits of tonight’s seafood dining options, Earle makes the best suggestion.

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Otter newlyweds with their new pup float happily together.

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Single mom’s seem quite content on their own.
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While bachelor & bachelorette otters can float anywhere they want and may be the happiest otters of all.
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Eventually babies get fed up with resting on top of mom…

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Share Your World ~ Spring in February Edition

Howdy Litebeings,

As the sun visits my first house and we approach the first of 2 eclipses on Friday, I long to take a break from the intensity within ( and without). So I took off from work today and am embracing the 65 degree weather. See why I like February so much?

I am also embracing some levity by participating in Cee’s Share Your World challenge. Please visit her site to learn more.

Let’s get started:

Regarding your fridge, is it organized or a mess inside?

It is organized for the most part. I do not buy a lot of food at one time, but I like to keep the freezer stocked.  I am rather fussy about fresh food, so when in doubt I throw it out!

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Do you prefer your food separated or mixed together?

As a child I was very particular and enjoyed eating one type of food at a time. I have evolved and now really enjoy mixing flavors and textures together.

Do you prefer reading coffee table books (picture), biographies, fiction, non-fiction, educational?

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Books are my thing and I love to be surrounded by them. I have a few coffee table books displayed on the coffee table, but usually forget to read them. I prefer non-fiction, biographies, astrology and spiritual books. I get excited when visiting a library or bookstore. I also enjoy reviewing books and have just received a book that I will share with you once it is completed.

Close your eyes. Listen to your body. What part of your body is seeking attention? What is it telling you?  

Psychologically I feel rather good. I got plenty of sleep and spent some time outside. But my body aches. I feel it mostly in my head, jaw, and lower right abdomen. My left ear is also ringing off the hook, sending piercing tones every so often. My body is telling me to treat it with love and respect.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

I am pleased that I finished an astrology report last week and spent time with my spiritual director. We discussed an amazing dream I had which most likely will become a blog. Stay tuned.  I now look forward to getting to the weekend and perhaps seeing a film. I am also hoping to watch more episodes of  the first season of  The Magicians on Netflix. I will definitely recommend it if the rest of the series is anything like the pilot.

 

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Happy February!! Why Astrology Works- A Biased View

Ye-sirree this will be an annual tradition. Happy February!

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UPDATE: I may make this post an annual tradition here at litebeing chronicles. Please enjoy my salute to February while I crank out some new material soon.

Let’s also send a warm shout out to some WP bloggers who were born this week ~ Mike and Jamie !, and later this month Aleya! My orbit would not be as bright without your lite 🙂

This brief  “rant” is to help the uninitiated understand why I love astrology. This love is illogical, unscientific, and 100 percent biased. Long before I owned an ephemeris or even knew such a thing existed, February was my favorite month of the year. Even though I don’t particularly love winter. Even though I was born in November. When I was a kid, most of my close friends were born within a few days of each other during the beginning of February. I met my teenage crush on…

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