Gratitude at Solstice

Happy Summer Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere and Happy Winter Solstice in the Southern Hemisphere! I am grateful to have readers all over the globe who grace me with their presence. One of many things I am grateful for.

I plan to use today to impart a radical gratitude practice. I do this now, rather than stew in all my problems or disappointments. In his new book, Everything is Here to Help You, Matt Kahn espouses that every circumstance will help us bring about more love for ourselves and each other. I much rather conclude that Source is conspiring for me, rather than against me.

I can feel the increase of light and warmth and am drinking it in. I live in such a beautiful neighborhood and am so lucky to be surrounded by trees and creatures of all kinds. As dusk approaches, my thoughts begin to settle down and my muscles begin to relax. I smell the sweet scent of lavender tealights and contemplate the day.

So here is a list in no particular order of what I am grateful for now:

The softening sky

Faint bird songs

Imminent fireflies aka lightning bugs

My hot pink kaleidoscope covered Samsung smart phone that allows me to take great pics and send them places ( and doubles as a flashlight.)

A virtual job interview tomorrow ( via Zoom) that excites me about what lies ahead.

Hydrangeas springing up outside my window, the inspiration for beautiful heartfelt emotions and scorpionic transformation and a symbol of this blog.

My new commitment to increasing sun exposure by taking daily morning walks. These walks help me get back in touch with nature and serves as a moving meditation bearing gifts:

Gentle inhalations and exhalations carry me from now to now, and back.

Great friends who love me for me, and write amazing books.

You can find Cindy’s first published book here.

Watching free Dead and Company live stream via Facebook, courtesy of Nugs TV. My teenage Deadhead self would never have imagined watching Bob Weir in real-time using a laptop on her couch.  no words….

Beauty is everywhere, just waiting to be absorbed and appreciated.

Meditating to Soleggio frequencies that are reminiscent of sound therapy baths, helping me leave my brain and raise my vibes.

The ability to take precious spaciousness, convert it to text, and share it with you.

Namaste and Solstice Blessings, Linda

May the light shine beyond your wildest dreams and may the darkness spin you into a transformed being of love.

Shifting Waters Carry Fresh Energy

Hello to new and old readers alike and welcome! I hope to hear from some of the new followers! Please say hi and let me know what’s happening with you.

I am grateful to have you on-board.

 I recently made a few changes to the blog’s look and theme.  I changed the tagline to ” Moving at the Speed of Lite”. It many sound familiar, because it is also the title of a post from a while back. Every so often the tagline feels stale so a few days ago I  unceremoniously came up with a one-liner that works.

I know my spirit is moving at least as fast as light, which we call “lite” here at the Chronicles. Some of this movement may be the raising of my frequency and some of it is definitely feeling overwhelmed by all that I encounter internally and externally. Many would agree with me that our planet is speeding up with massive over-stimulation and chaos. I prefer to highlight the joy, but ignoring the shadow is not doing the planet any favors. Many folks say that the light and dark are showing up now more than ever.  So for now this new tagline will help describe my mission, to convey my journey while navigating this new accelerated speed.

I have also played around a little with the color scheme , hoping to spruce things up a bit. Let me know your thoughts in the comment section. I am always interested in getting some feedback.

The photos in this blog were taken at Longwood Gardens with my new smart phone. While I am still figuring out how to operate this device, I must say I like the higher quality images and the ability to take loads of pics without having to delete some for  lack of memory. I chose images with water to highlight the sacral chakra. I learned today at an energy workshop that all of the chakras have an element assigned to them. The sacral chakra is associated with water and is emotionally – based. On Thursday my massage therapist said that this chakra needed balancing. It is also connected with the large intestine and can be one of the chakras effecting digestion. In any case, I am working on digesting whatever I encounter and not staying stuck there. These images encourage flow, movement, and harmony so I am setting an intention to get back on track and let life flow through me.

I still plan to write about how I spent my winter so that I can properly catch up with all of you. I find the process to be therapeutic at times, and writing about my experiences helps me integrate them and release them sooner rather than later. Being unemployed again has not been easy for me. I dread it when someone or something I love is removed from my life. I loved working with my guys at the rehab and I was surprised how important that job became in such a short time.

I treasured Anthony Bourdain and he was taken from me too soon. I saw some of myself in him, but more in terms of my potential.  He had an infectious balance of passion, intellect, curiosity, and sensitivity. He was living my dream by being able to inspire, educate, travel, write, meet fascinating people and sample the world’s cuisines. He was a badass with a huge heart. But it appears his shadow got the best of him and he gave into his darker impulses. I realize these losses are not personal, but they still feel personal. I can strongly relate to the stories of those who are survivors and come from behind and do great things. However, here in 3D, no thing is eternal and to quote George Harrison, all things must pass.

I am so moved by those who can transform themselves and live life fully. So I honor my heroes who are recovering addicts or recovering from anything toxic by working on myself. I take photos, apply for jobs, participate in new activities, delve into subjects that excite me, and balance the new with the respect for the old. We do not usually get to decide when change is upon us, but we can decide how to cope with it.

I am still exploring what I want to do next. What type of career path should I pursue? How can I best be of service? I want to continue helping awaken the planet and not much else interests me anymore. Can any of you relate to narrowing one’s focus in this way? The trick is to find the best way to serve that is uniquely meant for you. How do you know what it looks like? Does length of service matter at all? What about function, setting, location? This can be overwhelming but the guiding principle in this process is to do what feels good in the body and participate where I can grow and develop along the way. At least that’s the motto for today!

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Who Are You? Part I

Who Are You ? by the Who

This is the first installment of a series on identity. I would imagine that most people shift in identity many times within a lifespan. As my spiritual evolution continues to accelerate, my identity is dissolving once again. Yet, if I choose to live on Earth in a body, it is crucial that I remain tethered to some ego structures , aka personality.

Let’s focus today on race and ethnicity. As someone who was raised with two religious orientations always lurking in the background, I found myself quite confused. My mom grew up Roman Catholic and went to church regularly, yet she says she did not like this faith and happily went along with Judaism when she married my dad. She learned some Hebrew and became familiar with many of the customs and joined Jewish organizations.  She did not have to convert because her mother was born Jewish. Confused yet? So if on the surface it appeared my parents were in agreement, they weren’t really. My mother still played Christmas carols on the piano in December, but we were forbidden to celebrate Christmas. My dad said he preferred his orthodox Jewish orientation, but accepted my mother’s request not to keep kosher. Yet he did not eat pork or shellfish on the Jewish holidays and expected us to follow along. It was a hot mess, but made sense to my parents. For many, many years, I was plagued with the inability to integrate the two systems. Eventually this issue fell away. While I do feel more connected to my Italian roots, I have mellowed towards my Jewish ancestry over time.

Then there’s the mystery surrounding my ethnic and racial background, I have been curious about my heritage, part of the identity puzzle, since early on. I began to research my genealogy long before we had the Internet. But it proved to be a rough going. My family gave me very little to go on, because they did not have the facts.  Was it true that my father was descended from Sephardic Jews? Why did people speak to him in Spanish when we visited Florida? Why did my parents fall in love with Spain and Portugal when they traveled there? How could my dad look Spanish when both parents were born in Eastern Europe? There were rumors that my father’s people lived in Spain or Portugal until the Spanish Inquisition, but nothing was substantiated. My paternal grandfather died way before I was born and my father’s speculation was not really reliable.  I also wondered why my father’s side of the family looked African-American when they got tan. My aunt closely resembled Aretha Franklin and this was an established fact. Were we part African?  I also wondered why people continuously come up to me and ask me if I am Native American. Yup, it happened twice within less than a week. Today it really bothered me when a restaurant cashier casually inquired if I was Native American. So I asked the cashier if he was Native American and proceeded to tell him how rude it is to ask people this question , especially in this political climate and when you are working. Maybe it bothers me more than usual ( but it always startled me), because I have zero Native American DNA according to the Ancestry DNA test I took last year. So many questions, especially on my father’s side of the family. Well, the test did provide some clues and a few surprises! 

The photos featured are from places my ancestors may have lived.

Here is a breakdown from Ancestry.com on my DNA profile. I toyed with the idea of getting a test done back in 2006 or so but it was too expensive. I finally gave in and bought a test kit in 2017 and the kit sat there unopened for months. Eventually I bit the bullet, filled up the test tube with saliva and sent it off with high hopes. Was I part Native American? Could I have some African blood? Or maybe something even more unexpected? Or not???

Ethnicity Estimate

EUROPE 94%

 

European Jewish 76%
Western Ukraine, Moldova, Eastern Romania, Poland, Slovakia, Hungary , Moravia
Italy/Greece 15%
Italy, Greece
 Iberian Peninsula 2%
 Spain, Portugal
Europe West< 1%  Belgium, France, Germany, Netherlands, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Liechtenstein
WEST ASIA 6%

Caucasus 3%  Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Turkey

Middle East 3%  Syria, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Oman, Yemen, United Arab Emirates (UAE), Lebanon, Israel

 

Conclusions: The 76% European Jewish statistic is dead on. With 3 out of 4 grandparents Jewish, this works. I know for certain that my maternal grandmother descends from Poland and my maternal grandmother was born in Russia in the Ukraine. What I did not know initially was that all Russian Jews were forced to live in the Ukraine in pogroms. Allegedly my paternal grandfather, for whom I was named, came from Poland. But my dad said at that time the borders were always in play, so he may really be German. My last name sounds German, but who knows? Would that account for the tiny Western European percentage?

What seems to be off is my maternal grandfather’s lineage. The 25% Italian heritage was reduced by 10 percentage points. I do realize that this is not a complete representation since we do not inherit all of the DNA from each parent, rather varying percentages from both. Science is not my thing, but I have read enough on this topic to glean that some results will be obvious and others may not be.

The 2% percent portion from the Iberian Peninsula is a nice surprise. While the report does not say which ethnicity stems from which parental lineage, I am guessing this result validates the Sephardic Jewish connection. It is such a tiny sliver of my genetic makeup, but most likely this thread goes back hundreds of years. I do find it validating to see some reason why my father and his siblings and some of my cousins look just as Mediterranean as my Italian relatives ( or even more! )

I suppose it is possible that my Italian relatives have some Spanish or Portuguese blood, but rumor has it they descended from France and later immigrated to Rome and Southern Italy. Since my mom’s maiden name appears French, this theory may have legs. That may explain the tiny Western European percentage.  I know this French connection is strongly valued within my mother’s side of the family. Then again, it is so small that it may be insignificant. Yet, I felt French in my heart ever since I chose to learn French in 7th Grade and whenever I encounter anything Parisian.

The main surprise in this entire report is the West Asian connection. When did West Asia become a thing? Does that mean I am biracial? Does West Asia translate to Middle Eastern? Most of the possible countries listed ( and some overlap) are clearly Middle Eastern. If I am part Armenian, could I possibly be linked with the Kardashians? This category would also explain the darker skin tone that I possess. But then again, I am also Italian. But it does not explain why people think I look Native American ( unless I am missing something here.)

It is not lost on me that the West Asian category is the 3rd largest percentage listed. But 6 % is still a fraction of my genetic composition. It is quite fascinating to ponder which of these various places are part of my heritage. Most of these places are where terrorism is nurtured and a few are on the US travel ban list. Many have large Muslim populations. Frankly, most of these places don’t scream out to me ( like India or Brazil) and a few of them worry me. What is interesting is that this report raises a provocative question. Could I be descended from the three monotheist traditions – Judaism. Christianity, and Islam? And if so, can that help me extend compassion towards all people, even those who hate Americans and Jews? Truth be told, I do not have to be part Muslim to have compassion for those who embrace this particular path. This genetic data has opened my eyes even wider to the truth that we are everyone and no one. everything and no thing.

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While I was hoping for some linkage with the Americas ( Brazil, Peru, Guatemala, Mexico) or Southeast Asia ( India, Thailand, Indonesia, Singapore), this is not the case. Originally Morocco was included in the findings, but Ancestry.com deleted it when they updated my results. Morocco is a place I have been strongly drawn to for most of my adult life. Since the report is not as specific as I had hoped, it still could be possible that Morocco is still in play. Like so many things, some answers do little more than reveal new questions. Perhaps some of the places I long to visit have linkage to past incarnations or parallel lives ( or both). Maybe the continual prompt about Native Americans has something to do with encouragement to dig deeper into some of their spiritual traditions. It remains a mystery.

 

 

After I had processed the results, I began to build my family tree using Ancestry.com’s resources. I did not get that far because most of my ancestors lived outside of the US and I could not find clear details beyond my great grandparents. I did take out some books on Sephardic Judaism hoping some aspects of this culture would jump out at me and resonate on an intuitive level. Sadly, this did not happen. It was gratifying though to pass on what I learned to some of my remaining older relatives. I wonder what my father would have thought about these findings. I grew up with so much family infighting about race, religion, ethnicity, and class. I was raised to be biased and to judge those who are “other.” I had such disdain for all the hypocrisy and ignorance. But I see it quite differently now. It takes an enlightened perspective to recognize that we are all worthy and there are reasons behind each and every decision one makes. This is why forgiveness and compassion are so very important.  While many unanswered questions linger, I have a greater appreciation for the diversity and commonality we all share.

https://www.ancestry.com/dna/

 

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The Liteness of Being

Hey litebeings! I have so much to process and so much to share. In the meantime, this re-blog will give you a taste of what is to come!

much love, Linda

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A while ago I hinted at a new post where I would describe my emerging intuitive process. I am ready to do so now, with the awareness that this may have to be re-imagined at a later date. Somehow I know it is important for me to put my thoughts down and share them with you, before I forget… Do you know what I mean? Have you ever felt that way yourself?

Here is a soundtrack to accompany my musings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-HLxpWGCzc

It is the truly interesting how subtle my guidance is most of the time. Since my goal is to expand my awareness and notice as many signs as possible, “capturing” each experience seems like a good idea. What I have recently pondered is that these instants are more real then “ordinary” routine living.

Here’s an example: For me, meeting people in odd places and hearing songs that are connected…

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Art is My Medicine ~ We Need a Rainbow Edition

At last I hear the birds singing once more, Pisces is back in town.

While it has been a very long time since I wrote any original material, you all have been on my mind. I have made a commitment to write up some reviews for an amazing film and book that I want to share with you. I hold great enthusiasm for both projects and need to devote the time they deserve to give them their proper due. I also want to express my take on identity and how it continually morphs as I grow. Bottom line: I want to share my life with you!

But lately it consists of a very busy schedule: a demanding ( in a good way) job, weekly chiro and massage appointments, weekly LSCW supervision, and sometimes, sleep.

So for now I will introduce my latest installment of the Art is My Medicine series. As we navigate more extreme weather, school shootings, and post-eclipse reverberations, the image of a rainbow came to mind. Rainbows inspire awe, enchantment, and joy. What better way to heal the soul.

Wishing you comfort and birdsongs,

litebeing

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Petapalooza

7-12-17 UPDATE: Guess what arrives in the mail, last night, the eve of the 2 year anniversary of Dexter’s death? A huge envelope from the SPCA. I open it up to discover a 2018 calendar featuring photos of cats and dogs. I have never received a calendar from them before, in all the years I have been affiliated with them. And look at the timing? hmmmmm…

I love you Dexter ❤

On Thursday or Friday I heard something on the radio about a Petapalooza in my neighborhood. My intuition told me this whisper was a possible summons. I like the name Petapalooza and was curious. I “heard” it was yesterday and noticed nothing was happening in the area. That is because it was scheduled for today!

Friday evening before bed I sensed Dexter asleep in his bed. Almost instantly I realized this could not be. Yet I gave myself permission to allow this idea to express itself. While asleep I dreamed about animals. Both a dog and a cat ran to me like babies missing their momma. When I hugged the cat, I felt the embrace of completeness. The cat felt like Dexter, but the body was ice-cold. I remarked about this coldness to someone in the dream. There was also a patch of purple fabric on the cat’s body. I did not analyze the dream, but figure Dexter was paying me a visit.

I awoke feeling confused and sad. Honestly, I have felt sad, lonely, missing, and angry for several months now. I keep working to find ways to heal what needs healing. I considered that the Petapalooza may offer some answers.

The weather is lovely so I did not mind the long walk from my car to the festivities. I told myself my body requires more exercise. At first I only saw dogs around, but eventually I noticed some cat rescue organizations. I checked out some cats, with the intention of browsing. I am not ready to adopt. Even though it will be 2 years next week since I lost Dexter. My grief has changed since then, but I am not fully over losing him. Part of me has not fully accepted his departure. I am not really surprised at this discovery. Not really.

While I am glad I got out of the house for a while, I was only more saddened by the sight of the homeless animals. I thought of my former cats Dex and Jasmine who I adopted from the SPCA.  Someone at the cat rescue booth suggested people take pictures of the kittens to post to social media. Once it occurred to me that I could help out, I had already begun to walk to my car. I simply lacked the energy to seize the moment. I feel like those shelter animals: abandoned, lost, empty, and sad.

I am not a stranger to depression. In this instance it is mostly situational. Practically everything in my life has disintegrated before my eyes. What I tell suicidal clients is that we are here for a reason and it is not our choice to end our lives. I am here to see how it all plays out. But at this moment it does not look good.

Flip The Script

Here is some magic that took place yesterday ( Wednesday)  morning, when Pluto was standing still, awaiting its retrograde journey ( Thursday) today. I was at the drive thru at the local Dunkin’ Donuts. I have mixed feelings about this particular location, but am grateful to be able to use the drive-thru seamlessly. For many years, the driver’s window on my car was not working, so I would have to open the door at the drive thru, toll booth, etc., I was thinking about receiving a miracle, while recalling a synchronicity that occurred Tuesday evening ( more on that later.)

The man at the counter is one of my favorites. He is very kind and patient with me and my special orders. As I go to give him some money, he stops me and says ” Your order is paid for. Someone bought you your order.” I was in shock. I could not believe it! I become a bit teary and tell him that I was actually asking for a miracle. He replies  ” You never know the form, but miracles are always here ( paraphrase) .” Apparently he also is of a spiritual nature. That did not surprise me!

Then I go on to say ” I have seen this on TV, a pay it forward plan. Take my money and use it to pay for the car behind me.” I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot to ask him how much the order cost. I hope the money I gave covered it, but at least I had the wherewithal to follow through. I held onto the receipt as proof that I was part of this glorious exchange.

I cannot tell you how healing it felt to be seen and cared for and acknowledged to be part of humanity. It was the antithesis of having uninsured people ram into my parked, new car, virtually total it, and walk away from their vehicle. In that instant I felt as if the harm was erased and that I was back in the flow. This reminded me that positivity is within reach and can be just as unexpected as negativity.

Tuesday evening was also fulfilling, but in a different way. I was talking with my supervisor at the diner about how I look for reasons to go to work each day and that may be why I lose some objectivity when I consider that many successes may be met by subsequent relapses or poor outcomes. As we were having this conversation, a man approaches me. He looks a bit like a friend of mine, but younger and thinner. He comes to the table with a smile and says ” I don’t know if you remember me Linda, but I’m ( blank).”  When he says his name, I immediately remember him and say hi. I introduce him to my supervisor while his wife yells ” Hi Linda!” from their booth. I yell hello back and I tell him he looks good and that it has been many years. I wish him well and he returns to his wife and two young children.

I cannot tell my supervisor, but I grin because of the irony. It did not matter because I knew she understood why I had to remain silent. Here is a former client of mine who worked with me for many, many years. I worked with his wife for couples sessions and helped him adjust to parenting both of his children. His smile was an indication that I was important to him. He could have stayed in his seat, or perhaps said hello if I happened to walk by his booth. His presence solidified for me that I do help people and that my efforts do matter. Once again, it was about being seen.

I am so grateful for the appearance of these seemingly simple events in the overall fabric of my life. The script was flipped and it could not have happened at a better time.

Tell us about a time you paid it forward.  How did it feel to flip the script?

Dunkin' image via wikipedia.org, public domain
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2017: Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End

Here is a post that describes the spirit of renewal and moving forward. It definitely speaks to the promise of Easter and highlights my journey of April 2016, so it hits all the “retro” notes!

Wishing you a Happy Easter and Joyous Spring Season!

 

 

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Life is always in flux. While some forms are fading, others are blooming. The trick is to recognize which direction you are moving in and when to let go.

It is humbling to be nearing my fourth year of blogging and to be able to compose some thoughts about the year ahead and the year I lived through. The more I slow down, the easier it is for me to notice that existence has no clear demarcations. Astrologers love cycles and make mention of the significant planetary movements via stations, transits, and progressions. And yet, because of our cosmic fluency, we are perhaps more likely than most to acknowledge the fragility and malleability of time. Time and music marry well together and led me to use Closing Time in this post title.

To understand where I am today, it is necessary to return to April 2016. At the New…

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A Simple Tale

Brief update: Happy to report my laptop is back home after a harrowing four days at Best Buy’s Geek Squad. All sorts of confusion and ridiculousness ensued and I am hoping at least some of it can be attributed to the Uranus station yesterday. I like Windows 10 and it is simpler in design than Window’s 8. I cannot get Cortana to talk to me, but maybe she isn’t one of my guides 🙂

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Two days ago I had a quick tale to tell. Now I have a simple tale about miracles and perspective. I am sharing this not only to inspire you , but to remind myself that all is well, somehow…

 

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I had the notion that the deadline to install Windows 10 for free on my laptop was fast approaching. I am not certain  I want the upgrade because of the privacy issues associated with the new operating system. Still, I wanted to learn more about it. My laptop may be incompatible with Windows 10 because of its age. So I did some research and was left more baffled than before. I decided to call the Geek Squad that is affiliated with the store where I purchased my PC. I was connected to a man with a strong southern drawl. His name was …… DEXTER.

Dexter was not able to answer my questions to my satisfaction and the remote viewing process disabled my security software. This freaked me out so I was leery of continuing further. However, I asked him if his name was Dexter and he answered in the affirmative. I wanted to be certain I had heard him correctly.

In my 55 years of living on Earth, I believe this is the first time I spoke to a human named Dexter. The fact that this happened 4 days after the anniversary of his passing was not lost on me. I sense that this urgent need to learn about the windows upgrade was communicated to me. I cannot be certain of this, but I was considering checking out cats tomorrow at the animal shelter. I do not know if this is a sign I should proceed, or more likely confirmation of my intense focus on my Dexter.

After this encounter, I watched the film Miracles From Heaven. It is about a young girl who undergoes a transformation that tests the faith of her family. I like Jennifer Garner and am attracted to these types of stories. I was quickly drawn into the story because the protagonist has a mysterious digestive disorder requiring numerous tests and hospital visits. If I had known this beforehand, I may have not watched the film. Her stomach becomes quite bloated and she is in constant excruciating pain. She endures an endoscopy and meets with several GI specialists. This was hitting too close to home.

Then the song Collide begins to play and my heart bursts wide open. That song is my jam. This song links me to my mystical encounter that happened eleven years ago on July 21st 2005. Today is July 16th, hmmmm.

The song was used to illustrate a strong connection between this ordinary, traditional church-going  family and the power of Source. I was quite tickled by this because Collide was written as a romantic love song. I intuited it to be about a higher love and it appears that the producers did so as well.

I will not give the story away because this film is relatively new. What I will say is that interwoven into the main storyline are several subtle miracles in action. I noticed a few of them immediately, but later on they are highlighted to convey the significance of faith.

I came away from today feeling mixed emotions. I am experiencing the extreme sadness and anguish that often accompanies pain, suffering, and powerlessness. At the same time, I am also warmed by the electric vitality of bold synchronicities that cannot be explained away.

I still am undecided about getting Windows 10 and adopting a new cat. But I feel less disconnected and more enchanted. Jennifer Garner’s character quotes Einstein at a pivotal point in the plot:

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.

Which way do you choose?

 

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Peach Roses and Unlocking Life’s Secrets

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Life is becoming stranger and stranger. Fortunately there is a place I can recount my observations and relay any messages I stumble upon.  That place is here.

Let’s begin with peach roses. Occasionally I try to contact my spirit guides. I decided that seeing peach roses in person or as an image would indicate spirit contact. Days went by and I began to forget about it. My resolve faded.

Fast forward a few more days and I am in the hospital. I am surveying my hospital room, taking in the decor. The curtains and wall paper was decorated with peach colored flowers. No identifiable roses, but close enough.

Then a few days later peach roses appeared here at WordPress, in my reader. They were featured on Theanne’s blog, Out of My Mind Images . Please check out her uniquely creative artwork and check out the roses too!

By Rexness from Melbourne, Australia (Faithful Friend) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

According to this site, peach roses can mean gratitude, appreciation, admiration, sympathy, or friendship. I did not know the symbolism when I chose peach roses. I like the unusual color and went with it.

It is interesting to me how spirit confirmation can appear in its own way and on its own timeline. I had tired of waiting and then they appeared. Or one could say that I surrendered and manifested in due time.

Which brings me to a second odd occurrence. I was to attend an astrological lecture by Michael Lutin. I arrived early and took in the beautiful Spring day with a few folks on the porch. As more people began to gather, it became obvious that no one had a key to the front door. Right on cue, Michael arrives. We have met before, but he does not recognize me. That’s okay ; I am quite satisfied that we have had brief exchanges over the years at lectures and conferences.

Michael was quite calm while people shuffled to resolve this missing key problem. The situation seemed surreal. How could this be happening? I am sure you have found yourself here before. I know that I have, and have been known to become angry and frustrated. But the weather could not have been more perfect and I was in the company of a few friends I have not seen in years. I was showered with hugs and plenty of good vibes.

Eventually it was decided that the lecture would be rescheduled. Michael’s main concern was that no one would be uncomfortable or inconvenienced. He did not make it about him. I was quite impressed. We had a short interaction in which I was surprised about his lack of upset about traveling all this way for nothing. He basically stated that things happen, so what are you gonna do? Maybe that was the key we all were in search of, to just allow life to move through us.

 

By Leander Schiefer LeSch (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons

I learned more about grace under pressure and that our reactions are everything. Messages from Source can be extremely subtle and often subject to discernment. I was grateful to be outside among like-minded folks on a gorgeous April afternoon. While I do not know when the lecture will take place, perhaps I already received what was needed. The lecture topic is about staying happy during trying times. I find the irony here quite delicious!

 

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2nd image by Rexness from Melbourne, Australia (Faithful Friend) (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

3rd image by Leander Schiefer LeSch (Own work)  (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons