Full moons are a cosmic reset button. They are great opportunity for me to hit pause each month and take a detailed inventory of my life! What habits need to be released? What forgiveness need to be given? Where have I judged, slandered, envied?
Before you fall off your spiritual high horse, realize that life is a mirror. Sometimes the reflection is serene and other times it’s as distorted as a fun house mirror. When I look at the political reflection right now I think, “It’s time to get my fun house reflection in order.”
Some full moons are stronger than others, some have themes that suggest where to focus or clean up our acts for our highest good and for the highest good of others. Full moons are a time to release the old, ask for what you want & receive the new.
Full Moons aren’t all that mysterious, nor are they just for the new age folks and hippies. Full moons are a monthly Radical Responsibility Exercise mixed with cosmic blessings!
If you want to partake in a full moon exercise, mindfully write down all the things you would like to release on one paper and all the things you would like to receive on another. (Nature abhors a vacuum so make sure you go tit for tat here.) Then take your lists to the fire. Your fire can be a Bic lighter, a candle, or a ceremonial fire. It’s up to you, but remember this is a sacred prayer to the Universe. Full moon ceremonies are great exercise to do with your children, spouse, or friends.
Release,receive and co-create a new future together… one month at a time.
Try it! Why not? Full Moon energies are at High Tide!
Summer of 2016 seemed to be filled with ancestral energy. I didn't know that this would be the theme this year, but got a clue when my niece visited for a few days with her cute daughters in tow. During Quantum Crystalline Energy clearing sessions it became evident that the girls and their mom were all clearing the same energetic issue. This happened to be the same pattern that I have been called to clear for over a year. I was shocked! Could we all, in some way, be helping clear this issue for our lineage? Or was it just a coincidence that three generations of woman, two being under 10, would be clearing the same thing. Then I got to thinking, was it important for our future lineage that we do our part to pull this program from our DNA now? This was a mind blowing moment for me.
A few days after that visit, I was in Germany on vacation. I thought it would be good for my children to retrace the steps of their grandmother, see where she lived, and meet their German relatives. This would be a family trip, no energy involved, just vacation. I forgot who I took along on this vacation, ME!
Several days into the trip I felt like I was a little Swiffer, picking up energetic dust here and there. We attended my cousin's wedding and aunts' birthday party and met some family for the first time. It was incredible to feel such a deep connection to these people who were family that I barely knew, yet knew deeply. With each hug, I understood that on some level I was agreeing to transmute energy that was no longer useful for them, back to the all that is.
Days later, on my last day in Germany, we went on a hike behind my daughter's home. We happened upon one of the oldest sites around, a 2300 year old megalithic red stone mound that predated the Romans was in amongst farmer's fields. I stopped on top to connect to the crystalline grid and once I did, I felt all the family energy that I had previously collected release into the all that is. All the work of the younger generations back in Canada, the USA and modern Germany mixed with the energy of our deceased German ancestors and beyond merged in one energetic moment as I gazed over the Southern German countryside. Deep honor swelled in me for all who have incarnated with me, those who have come before me, and those who will come after.
As I sat there in awe, the energy shifted and honor turned back on me. Ancient lineage was honoring me and all those on earth now working to transmute and shift their own lineage and family energy.
A deep, grounded, beloved energy anchored me into that ancient site. I was witnessed and witnessing, honored and honoring. The ancestral veil dropped and I was transported between the worlds where I witnessed my thread weaving into the tapestry of life.
The painting above captures this moment of Time Weaving.
I bought myself pink boots today! This was not an impulse buy. These boots spoke to me the minute I saw them when they first showed up in the Sofia's store window. I am not one to wait when I like something, but something about pink boots made me say, hey, wait a second. Take time to think about this! Well there was a sale today and I had once heck of a resistance headache and wasn't getting work done anyway, so I headed out to the store.
As soon as I slipped them on I knew they passed the tingly, meant for me test~they felt great. As quickly as the excitement washed over me, doubt kicked in. Pink boots? A full on judgement battle ensued. Everything thing I thought I had totally released around judgement came up for me while sitting on the store couch. I thought, "This is crazy. Buy the dang boots and if you don't wear them, you don't wear them!"
When I got home and put them on their vibration was still amazing. They were too cute.
Later this afternoon I was channeling for the crystalline manual I'm writing and I heard- Be a Love Diva! Love others! Love Yourself! Love others like yourself! Then I looked up from my paper I was scribing on and saw the boots I was wearing to decide if I was keeping them. I burst out laughing. I guess pink boots are necessary for a Love Diva's wardrobe.
Well, I ran a full 5K today. I started it off with a wish and a prayer that I would be able to finish it running the whole way. For me, training from Couch to 5K was a real exercise on the power of the mind. Mine was not really geared toward being a runner. Each time I reached a milestone like running for 1.5 minutes at once, then 3, 8, 20 and then 30 just a few days before the race I was amazed by the power of the mind. I always wanted to quit and had to aggressively wrestle with my thoughts each time and tell myself that I could do it. Don't quit. Push through. I fought back equally aggressively with this is stupid, I'm not an athlete, what's the big deal if I stop. Today was no different. I hit the 2 mile mark and thought, You've got to be kidding me! Another mile! I knew I wasn't quitting today, but if it wasn't race day I may very well have stopped when it got tough. My daughter matched her pace somewhere on the track to match mine and my husband came by my side when I thought my legs wouldn't come off the earth again and reminded me that I was running up hill. Something clicked that it was going to get easier in a minute. If I was going uphill, a downhill moment was definitely in my future. This simple coaching moment from someone who had clarity and vision was just what I needed.
I'm amazed at how much easier it was to continue moving forward when someone was running at your pace, rooting for you, encouraging you, wanting you to reach your goal even though they could have run much faster and reached their personal best. I am surprised at what I accomplished today and it makes me wonder what other mental blocks I have that need to be kicked to the curb in 2016.
I never wanted to do a 5 K or run for that matter. My daughter thought that it would be a great mother-daughter thing to do, cross the finish line together. Woo hoo. I did not! I told her that I had no intentions of running the full race. I would support her dream and walk most of the event. After all, in the past , resistance was my middle name. It wasn't until a few days ago, when I ran a solid 30 minutes, that I thought that running the full race could be possible. In the end, I placed 111!
I am grateful I kept pushing myself one step at a time, and had support and gentle coaching from Blair and Kyla during the training, because Kyla was right, crossing the finish line together was a great, fun mother-daughter thing to do. Woo hoo!
December 16, 2015
I was out shopping at Harris Teeter today and as I was checking out, I heard a voice tell me to buy two $25 gift cards and give them to someone who looks like they need them. I thought...now how will I know who to give them to. As I finished checking out, I remembered an elderly man I had seen in the produce earlier. He was very hunched over and it looked like it was hard for him to shop. I left my cart of paid groceries in the aisle and walked around the store looking for him. I found him still in the produce. I walked over to him nervous that I might offend him and said, "Excuse me sir, can I give you a gift for Christmas?"
He looked at me with such warm eyes and said,"Are you kidding me?"
I said that I wasn't and wanted to give it to him as a gift. He pulled off his hat and said that I was going to make him cry. He had been inside all week crying because he just lost his mother on Thursday and he was out at the grocery store buying things to make pie for the funeral guest this weekend.
I had chills all over and knew that he was the one I was supposed to give the card to.
He asked, Who sent you?
I pointed up and said that was a long story.
This man said that he couldn't believe this was happening to him. He said, "In all my life I have never had anything like this happen to me. I am faithful and I help out at the shelter. Well, I'll be."
Then he said to me, "So you mean I can buy anything I want with this card. I can buy chicken or whatever I want?"
This broke me open.
I assured him that he could buy whatever he wanted.
He said, "My mother died on Thursday and before she had dementia she would help people with her cooking. Everyone is coming to my home and I am making pies for them."
I said, "Well I was told to buy two cards and I think the second one is for you too." And I handed him the two cards.
We both stood next to the onions with tears in our eyes.
He asked if I was an angel and I said no, "Just a good listener."
I left him in the produce where I first saw him, my insides shaking as I wanted to cry. You never know what someone is going through.
I came home and put my groceries away and saw the calendar on the door and looked up the date of last Thursday. It was Dec. 10th. The anniversary date of my son's death.
The flood gates opened.
I never intended to be out shopping today or to hand out gift cards. I am so glad that I listened. I plan on gifting many more this holiday season!
It has been over three weeks since experiencing my own Christmas story and I am still moved. I am struck by how I could be unaware of what others are going through on a deeper level. I have often noticed people in the grocery store painstakingly picking out their items or cashing out with only a few things in their cart. I have often thought that they must be on a fixed budget. What I didn't think about was the reality of food stamps and what that actually means. The elderly gentleman instantly schooled me on the deep, institutionalized conditioning of a life on food stamps. He brought it home to me that you never know what someone else is going through or how easy it is to lend a helping a hand. He left me with a craving to do more.
As a child who grew up in the Canadian welfare system to a single mother of eight children, it was full circle moment.
April 4th, 2015
New Day Dawning
I stepped outside into the pre dawn silence, calm, secure, protected by the darkness as I searched over roof tops and between tall trees for a glimpse of the eclipsing moon. A tinge of red skimmed the sky reassuring me that I had the right day even though no moon was insight. I wandered around my front yard barefoot, unconcerned with unseen critters for a change, as I tried to catch a glimpse of the moon. My pure white robe clearly visible to the neighbors if anyone was up and also searching.
A strong but comforting wind roared in the backyard as a deep calm filled the front. I stopped wandering around and stood on the driveway in the dark. I knew I would not visually witness the Eclipse & Blood Moon today.
As I walked back to the house, my cat Stone following and Dasher waiting on the step, I felt every foot step blessing the earth. I was over come with the stillness and the perfectness of the moonless moment. I stepped into prayer. With every step, I felt deeper and deeper reverence for every being on this earth. I sat on the steps knowing what I was to do. I prayed for the Highest Good of All to be anchored into the earth. For every heart to be opened. For every soul to live from their Heart. I asked the wind, who was waiting, to carry these blessing on her back.
As the veil lifted from night to day, from past to present, into the New Dawning, my insides shook. I felt the Blood Moon & Eclipse deeply. I felt the shift.
It's a New Day Dawning and I'm celebrating!