Just fell in love with Sue’s poem and want you all to feel the profound power of this piece. I felt such a shift just reading the words. I bet you will too. Have you reached the portal? Let me know in the comments section.
As I continue to struggle to process a myriad of emotions within me during a difficult challenge, I yearn to express myself in words. I have done some journaling and have found it cathartic. I also meditated today with the new Oprah/Deepak Chopra series entitled Hope in Uncertain Times. As we integrate this powerful full moon and begin yet another Mercury retrograde cycle, self-care is more essential than ever. While this is a good start, I am too overwhelmed to create a coherent blog today.
But that does not mean I cannot share some art therapy that is guaranteed to lift spirits and lighten one’s burdens. My inspiration today came via a painting that appeared in my Facebook news feed. I invite you to take in the magic of Odilon Redon. I have featured his work here a few times before and the more I discover, the more joy inhabits my being. Let’s honor Libra’s ruler Venus with boundless beauty.
Happy 4th birthday litebeing chronicles! Hundreds of posts, over 750 followers and counting and a glorious community that has been my lifeline, all began with the desire to speak my truth and a courageous intention to let everything fall into place as it may. And here we are!
I already published my new year’s blog, so today’s entry will be brief. I reviewed my very first post and realize that my goals are the same. My initial intention was – and still is, to share the “little things” that are not really little after-all, and let them speak, to give them a voice.
Here’s an example from yesterday :
I am facilitating a new group for younger, more recently diagnosed clients and it is just the three of us. I asked the others to share happy memories and some of their talents and gifts. The participants are hesitant to share as this is a new project and trust has to be developed. It turns out that one person was a comedy writer and the other a poet; one dreamed of being an actor and the other dreamed of being an actress. The three of us are writers in various stages of creative process across our lifespans. One participant spoke of a mini breakthrough that occurred recently. He described it as ” a glimmer of light”. I grinned to myself . We have something here.
A glimmer of lite. That’s all that is required to awaken. A flash of insight, a familiar melody, an unexpected encounter, a telling dream… This is why I write and why I continue to share, regardless of obstacles that continue to cross my path. That glimmer is sacred. It welcomes each and every one of us back to consciousness, to helps us find our way back home.
Thank you to readers both old and new. Please say hello and let me know you are here! It is wonderful to notice such an increase in new readers. Yet so few take the time to like or comment. I know our lives are busy, but if my words move you in any way, please let me know.
Here I have copied my very first blog, written on 1-11-13 for all of you to read. For many this will be an initial glimpse of my ” mission statement”. Since this is the fourth year and 4 signifies a foundation, I believe this article provides the grounding that led me to this point.
Thanks again for all the love and support along the way.
Fourever yours, litebeing
Hello world and welcome to my first blog. I have decided that since we survived the Mayan Apocalypse that I would chronicle my Divine encounters for 2013. The purpose of this project is to chronicle my ordinary experiences that are colored with that ” something extra”, the inexplicable sparkle that hints of the Source.
I recently have begun to link my identity with litebeing because it accurately describes my current state of being. I have been on a spiritual quest most of my adult life and thought I had this journey thing nearly figured out. I have had some mind-blowing experiences with groups and individually, have been able to really tap into my intuition, and have been able to use these gifts in serving others as a therapist, social worker, and astrologer. Yet, I have recently become more awakened and as a result of this process discovered that I have only begun to glimpse the true nature of life on this planet. So I downgraded myself from a lightbeing to alitebeing.
I intend to blog weekly about my adventures living as a spiritual being having a human experience. However, the frequency will depend on how much there is to share. My goal is to share my stories so others will be able to take a closer look into their own ordinary encounters in a more conscious way. I plan to do so with humor, candor, and authenticity. Above all, I aim to inspire.
Come along with me on this journey , share comments, and let me know how its going for you.
I am reblogging this gem from last year’s Winter Solstice. It is full of hope and magic, which is so truly needed. I became ill last night so I will be celebrating at home. Once again, the Universe discovered I was moving too fast so she found a way to get my attention : sharp stabbing pains in my gut. Is this merely a sign that I am forced to heed, armed with colored pencils, candles, great books, and chicken broth? Or am I an empath deeply impacted by all the violence and division of the planet? Or do both apply? Does it even matter? What does matter is that more and more souls are waking up and taking action to help us heal and rebuild.
Let’s make Earth healthy again. ❤ to all and Happy Solstice to our global family. ( Winter in the North, Summer in the South)
I once associated collisions with car accidents, but no more. Collisions are the cosmic meetings shrouded in mystery and orchestrated by Divine appointment. This blog is loaded with everyday tales of extraordinary magic. The more I share, the better I feel inside. Storytelling is my gift to the world.
This time of year is considered to be a time of frequent miracles. But if you frequent mainstream media lately, you will find assorted horrors and hate- based dreck. Way too many stories are told not to inspire, but to agitate or incite fear. I have had enough, how about you? But there is hope. I promise you, there is hope. I invite you to watch CBS evening news, especially the last five minutes of each broadcast. If you have more time, explore the magical CBS Sunday Morning show, where they bring extraordinary stories that are unlikely to be found in memes or…
Life has been hectic and crazed for me. I know that I am not alone in this; we all swim in the same cosmic soup after-all.
First, a few updates. Excuse my delay in sharing my news, it takes me a minute to process information. I had my colonoscopy and endoscopy on May 19th. I am happy to report I do not have colon cancer. To say I am relieved would be a gross understatement. Diverticulosis ( pockets in the colon) were found. They are a precursor to diverticulitis. You cannot have one without the other. They also removed a few polyps. No biggie there. Some more polyps and assorted growths were biopsied in the stomach and esophagus area. I may need more tests for this, but it is unclear. This is partially why I hesitated reporting the findings. However, the pathology reports discovered no malignancies, so basically the tests discovered nothing serious ( as far as I know.)
I promise to write a conclusion to my Colonodyssey series when the time is right. Thanks for all your support and patience. My health has improved significantly, in spite of no resolution as a consequence of these invasive procedures. I think my improvement is somewhat linked to having survived the tests and knowing my colon is in relatively good shape.
I also began working full-time about 5 weeks ago as a therapist in a community mental health center. I started the job just days after the enduring these procedures and the aftermath. I was ( and still am) reluctant to disclose this news given my recent experiences with community mental health employment. However, I do not like withholding important developments from my readers, so here we go. I also wanted to provide an explanation as to why I have not been around as much. I will read, comment, and post as often as I am able. It is interesting to note that my symptoms subsided, even in the midst of adjusting to a new position and routine. I need more time to reflect on this..
Now let’s pivot to the topic of blood sausage, shall we? This image quickly came to me as I considered this recent transit of Mars. Mars can signify blood and Scorpio/Pluto often implies sausage and other phallic objects. So marry both energies and voilá, blood sausage.
Here’s the thing about blood sausage or blood pudding. It is a Puerto Rican delicacy I first discovered about fifteen years ago while dining with social service program staff in the Hispanic section of Philadelphia. Working as a Program Analyst gave me a great opportunity to explore the varied programs throughout the city and explore the local treasures within their neighborhoods. I was afraid to try it because I am squeamish about blood in general. It was so delicious. I am really glad I was able to get past my concerns and go for it.
I really appreciate using blood sausage as a metaphor for the times we find ourselves in. Blood sausage is made with actual blood and various parts of the pig. It is a conglomeration of life, mixed with spices and love. The end product is rich with experience and passion. It screams of survival and mastery. There is plenty of alchemy involved as the life juice is intertwined with the flesh and guts. It may sound disgusting and vile, but it is indicative of consciousness in the physical.
I have observed lots of rage and violence the past few weeks on the commute to work, my office, social media, and television. Some of this energy has been inwardly directed and some of it has been projected onto the planetary stage. Some examples of this phenomenon are Brexit, the US presidential theatrics, terrorist attacks, etc. The heat is on figuratively and literally, depending on which hemisphere you call home. I had hoped some of the road rage and carnage would cease once Mars began its forward motion, but no such luck. Maybe more time is needed for course correction to become evident. Mars in Scorpio is so much more that a strong sex drive. It is about the act of creation, passion, precision, and politics. It is bold, strategic and emotional. It can also play out as transcendent, euphoric, or duplicitous. There are plenty of choices with this placement.
Do not fear the blood sausage if possible. All the fire is inside of us. The flame must not be extinguished for it is the flame of endurance. Taste the humanity in every bite and savor the complexity of existence on this planet at this time.
I am planning to write my third and perhaps final installment of Colonodyssey and yods factor strongly into the mix. I am reblogging this post as a precursor of events to come and to re-introduce the yod.
Update 4-16-15: Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers. I will reply to all comments when I feel stronger. My health is still fragile, yet not as serious as what landed me in the hospital.
For the astrologers: Uranus just recently hit my yod ( square Mars in 6th house) so there is a sense of inevitability with my dis-ease. Yods are quite fascinating and my yod has been quite active at pivotal times. The yod occupies the 1st, 6th, and 10th houses. Mars forms the fulcrum of the yod, so my health ( or pets, daily life, office) often gets triggered big time.
My difficulty in tolerating antibiotics has made this recovery very tricky. I will continue to connect with WP as I feel led. Connecting with all of you is very healing and lifts my spirits. I feel grateful for my ability to express myself here with my beloved WP…
So glad I hesitated in interpreting my healing art. Frankly, I did not feel ready to take this on. But today I am ready and eager to share some insights. You can read about what prompted this process here.
Initially my process was to start in the middle and work my way out, mandala style. The dark red inner circle did represent the highly inflamed colon region. Upon closer inspection a few days ago, I came away with a fresh perspective. The red circle is the top of my head and I am wrapped with quilts/snakes all around my physical body. I am both attempting at breaking free to reach the tranquil natural beauty in the upper right hand corner, while also keeping warm and cozy within my partial cocoon.
With Dexter gone, the months have been lonely. As the fall came and went, some cold temperatures began to reach my corner of the planet. Huddled in my bathrobe, I feel safe and cozy. Bathrobes, flannel sheets, patchwork quilts, warm lattes and tea; they provide a vehicle towards a state of self-soothing. Self-soothing is a psychological term which basically describes a person’s desire to re-parent themselves and form a healthy attachment. When someone encounters some type of setback, they often appear to regress. Regression is really a matter of perspective though. I need to keep myself safe and warm during a time of uncertainty and change.
And yet, there is a part of me that longs to break free and maintain a sense of vitality and exuberance. I shared my birthday intention to be playful and lively on my time machine challenge post. You can read more about that here. I do not have to act my chronological age. I do not have to decide that ” I had my chance.” I better understand the old saying that youth is wasted on the young. For myself, that means that a healthy young body could be better utilized by a seasoned, wise, spirit.
So am I being strangled by a snake or nurtured by a quilt blanket? Am I whirling around wearing a protective garment or am I fighting my way out of a suffocating barrier to peace and joy? Or is it some type of compromise between security and freedom? I am not clear on this yet.
It is exciting to have been given a brand new vision of my drawing. I feel blessed to have been given this chance to see my healing art in a new light. These struggles I have captured here are not new. The push-pull between freedom and security dramatically plays itself out in my natal chart. Mars in Cancer in the 6th house is in a tight inconjunct aspect to Venus in Sagittarius in the 1oth house. An inconjunct is best explained as 2 people standing apart from one another. As they come closer to meet, they pass by each other and fail to connect. While I love my freedom and untethered lifestyle, I also desire safety, nurturing, and somewhere to settle down. There lies the rub.
Feel free to offer your interpretations and insights, but do not attempt to put me in a box. After a few days in the hospital, I do not have the stomach for it now ( pun intended)! I am very interested in learning if my analysis resonates for others and am open to hearing additional ideas that may further my healing and evolution.
image credits ~ all images except the first drawing courtesy of wikipedia.org, public domain
The snow is really piling up outside and I am loving it. The header image was taken earlier today. I welcome the change of scenery as it evokes a new mood inside of me. When something novel happens at home, I automatically think of Dexter. He would have been glued to the windows propped up on hind legs, taking in the action.
Most long time readers know that Dexter had been an integral part of litebeing chronicles. His picture is on my about page and he is mentioned in several posts. He taught me more about love than everyone else combined. He loved hanging out in that special spot on my couch. This shot was taken many years ago, perhaps 2011 or 2012. My former cat Jasmine also fancied that very spot. Perhaps it is all mapped out in the top-secret feline handbook.
I worry that I may forget him more and more over time. I recall so little about Jasmine and she lived with me 16 years. Maybe this has more to do with the passage of time as it affects my consciousness. Part of grieving for me is the sadness as shared moments fade.
However, I experienced something odd and unusual that is definitely blog-worthy:
The pieces come together more in retrospect so I will walk you through it piece by piece. A few days ago I looked under my coffee table and discovered a whisker. I had not noticed it there before. I was filled with joy to find a piece of Dexter that remains intact ( on the physical plane.) I have held onto it, an angel’s feather if you will. Then a couple of days later I was dusting a bookshelf and took the decorations off the shelves. I put them on the floor. As I began putting them back up, I discovered a brightly colored round object. It is one of Dexter’s toys. I was amazed to see it. I thought that I had gathered them all up right after his passing.
Then I was led to google Dexter the Cat to see what came up. I learned about a comic character Dex-Starr. While there are many glaring differences, I enjoyed the narrative.
The following morning, after discovering the toy and comic icon, I was involved in a mysterious interaction. I think it was a dream about being awake, but there could be multiple explanations. I was asleep in my bed and I felt this furry being above my head on the pillow. It was giving me furry head bumps. Then it rubbed its furry self on the top of my head. Dexter loved to run up on the pillows, despite my displeasure. He also was a fan of the occasional head bump. Then the scene went dark and I was petting this large cat on his head and his back. I did not see anything. He was warm and soft and very alive. A second or two later, I was laying in my bed recalling these events. I immediately thought of Dexter. My next instinct was to check the clock. It was a few minutes before 4:00 AM. That is prime liminal time. There ares stories online about ghost cats visiting their owners ( parents).
Here is a link to a blog featuring a cool ghost cat video:
In my case, I did not see anything. My experience was strictly tactile. I have not as of yet seen any Spirits of deceased loved ones, or any Spirits at all. None that I am aware of. But this “visitation” combined with the previous events has me wondering what really happened.
I have missed him more intensely the past few weeks. The rhythms of grief differ from person to person.
Having this cosmic love exchange was just what I needed.