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Shortly, I will be gone for most of February.  I thought I might leave you with a few oldies but goodies.  This one always makes me laugh!  There will be more to come!  And when I get back from my training, we’ll resume to our regularly scheduled programming.  Though “regular” is not a term typically ascribed to me :-)….enjoy until I am back…blackandwhite

From here on out, this blog will be in re-runs.  There will be a continual, unending loop of re-posts.  It will be boring, repetitious and worse yet, time will elongate during this period and appear to slow down.  Painfully so.

I’m just kidding!  My point and I do have one, she says snarkily, is that even a word?  Back to my point, the little locally focused me – the one that goes to sleep and thinks she is separate from God/Source/Universe et al.  The one who thinks banging it into place still works.  The one who believes that all forms of fretting will keep any negative surprises at bay.  The one who forgets about resting and trusting in the continually unfolding nature of all things. The one who wants to go it alone and get out there and make it happen.  The one who thinks her hands are the only hands on the levers of life.  The little locally focused me who gets a little crazy even at the idea of rest and trust.  What is little me supposed to do while bigger me is off resting and trusting?  Somebody has to DO something.  We can’t just sit here resting and trusting with a dumb ass smile on our face.  Hurry up, we’ve got worrying to do and plan B’s to execute!

Or do we?  Isn’t all spiritual forgetfulness just a re-run and a boring one at that, stuck in an endless loop with no fast forward button.   Well, I’m not actually in re-runs not literally and not metaphorically because if I were, I wouldn’t be writing about it.  I’d be lost in black and white re-broadcasts desperately searching for my color palette by adding more drama to the mix.  But if I should re-visit re-runs, I hope to remember this.  And especially I hope to recall that nothing very serious is going on here but by now some seriously dull and tiresome re-runs.

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The earth is my new employer.  My job now is to look for the signs of Spring.
And no, I’m not going to tell you that it’s a tough job but somebody’s gotta do it.

I’ve been asked just to notice and this is what I observed:

here the green grass awake from its dormancy
and in need of a trim

here the heather bushes: bright pink, lilac and
creamy white eruptions of color

there the rhodies, blossoms contained in tight buds
not even hinting yet at their spring finery

and finally
a single
yellow
dandelion
in a field
by a pond

whispering
the promise
of another season
and a new beginning.

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This side of heaven, where do you suppose this side of heaven is?

“It’s not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It’s far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain.”

So said the rubyslipper-ed one just before she sung that unforgettable song: Over the Rainbow.

Behind the moon, beyond the rain…is it really that far away?  Or is it found within each of us?  Is it found in between the spaces of
judgment about ourselves – that field that Rumi spoke of?
Is it found in opening to our innate creativity?  Is it where our
dreams lie?  Where imagination comes alive?  Is it in the little
forgivenesses we give ourselves and others?

Is it in that moment we took to consciously take a breath?  Is it now, when I end this entry, step outside, look up, look around, point my face to the sun, breathe in the beauty of today and stay there for a good long time?

Unencumbered
Free
Free to just simply
be

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It’s Juneuary

Well here we are Sleepless and Soggy in Seattle again.  I noticed the blog is getting hits for this post from 2008 “It’s Juneuary”.  So I’m re-running it to entertain myself mostly in between the IV caffeine drip and wringing myself out.  I did not, however, have to get in my car and scream expletives this year.  By george, I call that progress!

It’s Juneuary in Seattle. I kid you not.  And I knew I would have to let in my sunshine before the sun actually did shine and I did and it hasn’t but I have. LOL.  But first I got in my car and screamed as loud as I could, f@*k you rain over and over again, until I felt better.  But it was only a little better.  Eventually I had to let go of needing it to be different for me to feel good.  And let go I did.  Again.

My sun loving self has been here before and maybe I’ll be here again.  What. ev. er.   What. ev. er. is my new I’m-an-up-and-coming-allower phrase.  So next time you guys are sweltering, think of me, fires lit, homemade soup on the stove, finding the sweet spot anyway… in Juneuary.

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We’ve all had them – challenges and circumstances that leave their unforgettable impact and change us forever.  Abraham aptly terms it: the contrast.

I would like to believe that we have chosen the contrast on some level before we ever fully emerged into these bodies.  I don’t believe we chose the specifics of it so much as the generalities.  I do believe we chose it before we were capable of feeling fear and before we formed individual ideas of what’s good and what’s bad or even what’s right and what’s wrong.

The beautiful thing about making peace with having chose it all on some level is that I don’t have to understand why – just know that whatever it is, I chose it. This is a far more empowering feeling than the victim stance of this happened to me and I have no control over it and it sucks.  And I feel it’s even more empowering than searching for positive aspects in certain situations where I just can’t come by it honestly.

I actually dreamed one night about someone very close to me who is a heroin addict.  I dreamed we were in non-physical and talking about how we were going to come down to earth in these bodies and have this relationship with each other.  We spoke eagerly about this adventure we were going to have and there was this sense that this undertaking meant lots of challenges with thrilling twists and turns.  But there was no fear, no judgement at all about it, the only feeling was one of enthusiastic anticipation.

The dream scene then changed and we were in physical bodies here on earth.  We were in a small boat on a river and we were still happily awaiting the contrast we were about to experience.  Then the water became choppy, darkness descended and one of us was thrown overboard into the water.  At that moment, the drama began to unfold and we were both lost in the dream.  We forgot the initial agreement we made in non-physical.  We become immersed and lost both literally and metaphorically in the water, in the dream I was dreaming, in the drama.

The dream ends but leaves behind its message: this was all a choice and from your non-local vantage point, you were not afraid, nor did you say this is a good pile of things to experience and this is a bad pile of things to experience.  You wanted it all.  You didn’t just come to paint with the color yellow, you didn’t just come to ride the smooth train from point A to point B.  You did want it all.  And remembering this, I step out of immersion and I make peace with where I am and what I have lived and will live.  Making peace, I pass from moving against the current of life to moving with the current of life.

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I was talking with my friend the other day.  She likes to find a moment in each day and milk that moment right before she goes to bed at night and then add Abraham’s before sleep process, which I will append below this.

I love this idea.  Really, most every day has a moment, a peak moment that you could just ride the wave of that moment indefinitely.  So why not ride it some more?  And what’s even more fun, is noticing the little things during the day and asking each one: are you my big moment today? are you? oh, how about you?  Oh yes, YOU are my BIG moment today!  You just know it when it’s there.  Now the magic is not just in the moment but it’s in anticipating it, too.  I can string all of those moments, biggest to the smallest, together in the day and then reflect on them before sleep. Then add, if you like, Abraham’s “melt yourself into bed” at night process.

Lately Abraham says if you go to bed out of the vortex, you’ll wake up out of the vortex.  Vortex, shmortex, I’m not so sure about that.  I’ve gone to bed feeling pretty wonky and awakened feeling like: wow, what was that all about?  It’s just so off my radar now.  But nevertheless going to bed milking the moment or moments, can only leave you feeling “good, good, good, good vibrations”.

“We would put ourselves in our bed and we would lie there in the bed and try to achieve the feeling of appreciation. We would appreciate our bed. We would appreciate our day. We would compliment ourselves on the day’s achievement no matter how big or few they are. We would do our best to bask in our bed.

Before drifting off to sleep, we would set forth a thought, which is what we call prepaving, of pleasant anticipation of tomorrow. We would say something like, “Tomorrow will be a wonderful day.” And then we would try to find the feeling place of one of the most wonderful days we’d ever had. We’d try to find
the feeling place of waking up and being glad to be alive and feeling happy about our physical life experience. We wouldn’t spend a lot of time on it because you don’t want to stimulate yourself into a lot of thought right before you’re trying to go to sleep. We would just try to generate the feeling of subtle, good feeling, peaceful, loving appreciation.

We so want you to just melt into bed tonight, as you put yourself there and feel the warm embrace of Source Energy wrapping around you and through you — feeling nothing but appreciation and love for your willingness to play in this co-creative game with all of us.” ~ Abraham Hicks

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We’ve all had things happen that left us pondering: wow, that was strange or what a coincidence.  Brief events that leave you doing a little double take because of their timing or strangely coincidental nature.  They often leave me asking — wow, what were the odds of that happening?

This week I had four fluke-ish events happen back to back and they all came within a 12 hour period.  Normally I would have mused over how interesting that was and then forgotten about it.  This time they so grabbed my attention that I delved deeper into what is the true nature of this phenomena.

What if the Field (Universe, God, Source) is in conversation with me via these chance happenings?  What if these are love notes from the Field or postcards from the Field?  In my mind’s eye, I took the events and put an image that captured its essence on the front of a postcard.  If the Field is in conversation with me right now through these events, what is the Field trying to tell me?  I flip the postcard over knowing it contains a note from the Field personalized just for me.   Here is what it reads:

You are known.
You are seen.
You are loved.
You are not alone.

I love the beauty in that.  Next time you experience something that left you feeling like it was a surprising coincidence, something so unusual it really got your attention, stop for that moment and take it in. The Field is talking to you, it’s in conversation with you by way of this or these events and it has a message for you.  Just for you.  You’ve just received a postcard, a love note from the Field.  Be ready, open and receptive to hearing what the Field has to tell you.  It’s timing is never predictable.  It will catch you by surprise and wonderfully so!

And a gorgeous postscript to this — I wrote this post and entitled it — Postcards from the Field.  I then did a google search for an accompanying image, typing in the search box “image of postcards”.   The above image came up immediately.  The Field has a sense of humour!  And the message on the back of this postcard:

We are always in conversation with you.
Love always, The Universe

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