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The Irony of Healing
There are times when our experiences overwhelm us. When what we face and experience feels like more than we can handle. A couple weeks ago I had a strong feeling to write about the healing that had taken place for me this past year after the end of my love relationship. When I wrote my previous post spirit gave me about two good hours to soak up a feeling of having really made progress in my healing and then WHAM, I got slammed with another wave of loss and pain.
I was stunned to learn this man, who I had loved, had married the previous day. He didn’t even have enough respect for me to tell me himself. Does that surprise me, yes and no. Yes, because I expected more from a man who professed at one time to love me. I would have expected a basic respect for the relationship we shared. Especially given that it only ended one year ago.
In retrospect there were times in our relationship when I felt he didn’t know how to respect a woman fully. When I felt disrespected and told him that. In that realization, I’m sad and angry. It makes me sad to realize he didn’t learn from the mistakes. Respect is not negotiable. It was his responsibility to tell me himself that he was getting married.
What have I learned from this? I’ve learned that there are men who simply don’t understand that they’re disrespectful to the people in their life. I hesitate to say awful things because that’s not the kind of person I am. It isn’t how I live my life. What I can say, what I will say is that the karma of his behavior and the way he treated me will someday touch his heart. We can never make choices and hurt people without knowing that hurt and that pain ourselves at some time in the future. I’ve seen it happen, I’ve felt it happen in my own life.
I wish him well, I truly do. I’ve been married. I understand the committment of marriage. I wish the best for anyone who makes that kind of committment in their life. For me I’m finding peace and releasing the pain.
There are men who know how to completely respect women. I’ve been in relationships with men who are deeply loving and respectful. In the last two weeks since I received this news, I heard from someone I dated almost 20 years ago and his thoughtful comment about what I’d done for him, and what it meant to him was God’s way of reminding me, there are men who actually appreciate the energy, love and kindness I bring to a relationship. That was the reminder I needed after this experience.
Weekly Inspiration
“If they knew better, they’d do better.”This quote comes from Reverend Shelia Blanco Pedrosa’s sermon at Harmony Church
A Ship in the Harbor
“A ship in the harbor is safe, but after a while the bottom rots out.”
Anonymous
“That can happen if we stay too long in our safe zone. I begin to “rot.” Oh, just little indicators. A pound here or there goes on. A negative way of thinking begins to take root in my brain. Getting the ship out of the harbor is HARD WORK!! (Just go to any major pier.) But the pay off is fantastic.”
Susan Lewis Lally
Healing With Time
One year ago this month my love relationship ended. I felt like my heart was ripped out and shredded, it happened suddenly, painfully and with virtually no warning. What made it even more painful was that just sixteen days before it ended, the man I loved finally told me he loved me. He said he loved me and couldn’t imagine his life without me. For one amazing week I felt so loved, so treasured. He touched me differently, looked at me more lovingly.
Life was so beautiful, I felt like I’d been given such a gift, my heart overflowed with absolute joy, with love. Just looking at him brought me the most intense pleasure and brought my deepest feelings of love to the surface. I felt so blessed, so happy. Within a week I could feel his fear. I believe it was fear over what I’d expect, now knowing he loved me. I just wanted to bask in his love, to share my heart and soul with him and treasure every single second of our life.
Sixteen days after telling me he loved me, he abruptly ended our relationship. I was devestated, shocked and stunned. We’d been through so much in fourteen months. We’d faced much together; a tremendous family crisis, health issues, his son’s hospitalizations. There had been much good. There had been many sweet, tender, exquisite moments and some really dark, painful, challenging moments. His fears and concerns had surfaced over and over in the fourteen months, making him break away for several days at a time, deciding if he wanted to be a part of my life. I’d had more than enough of the indecision. I thought at last with his admission of loving me, we had moved beyond the fears, beyond the uncertainty. I thought we were on our way to a life together. In no way did I ever imagine he would freak out in fear and end our relationship.
He called me on the phone, I could tell you exactly what I was doing, where I was standing, when he told me he’d decided to end it. He’d told me a few days before he was uncertain and wanted time to think about us. All of this after he told me he loved me and couldn’t imagine his life without me. I was shattered, it was a miracle I could pull myself out of bed everyday and function. I loved him so deeply, so completely. It had been a long time since I’d allowed myself to open my heart so completely. To have it end and to end in such a fashion was shattering.
We sat down a couple days later and talked. He told me his reasons, which I learned later were lies. I hate to say that, because even today I think this man is a good man and great father. He told me he wanted to end it because he didn’t want to be in a relationship, he wanted to be alone and spend more time with his kids. It was devestating, yet I believed him. I could see his fear. I didn’t understand any of it. The entire time we’d shared our lives I’d bent over backwards to be inclusive to his two wonderful children, who I came to love and to his mother who became my friend.
Being a step child myself, I understood completely that his children needed to have time alone with him and time to just be dad and son or dad and daughter. I knew how much I’d needed that in my own life with my father after he remarried and I worked hard to make certain Rob had the time alone to spend with his kids, without my presence.
If anyone had asked me to take bets on what happened next I wouldn’t have called any of it in a million years. Of course knowing this man as I did, maybe I should have realized by his fly by the seat of his pants way of living and spur of the moment decisions that he was one to do things no one could ever expect.
Within 35 days of ending our relationship he met someone, on Mother’s Day weekend. Fabulous for me, since my mom’s birthday and mother’ day are all on the same weekend and are a painful reminder of her passing. When he called me and told me he wanted to see me the Monday after Mother’s Day I wasn’t exactly in the most receptive mood to talk to him given the fact he hadn’t bothered to text or call me to say he gave a crap about the fact that it was a rough weekend for me. When we met and talked he told me about the woman he’d met and that he was going to start dating her. I felt like I’d been blindsided. What about the fact that he wanted to be alone? What about the fact he wanted more time with his kids? What about the fact he’d told me he loved me just weeks ago? I wanted to rip his face off. Miss Kindness and gentleness lost it, I called him every awful thing that came to my mind. It wasn’t one of my finest moments. So the reality wasn’t that he left me to be alone and spend more time with his kids. The reality was something quite different.
Part One of a series on Healing With Time.
Mirrors of Time By: Brian Weiss
This is a wonderful book that allows people to read more about regression therapy and experience Brian’s knowledge on the subject. The book comes with a Cd so you have the opportunity to listen to Brian Weiss walk you through relaxation and regression exercises in the quiet of your home.
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The Irony of Healing
There are times when our experiences overwhelm us. When what we face and experience feels like more than we can handle. A couple weeks ago I had a strong feeling to write about the healing that had taken place for me this past year after the end of my love relationship. When I wrote my previous post spirit gave me about two good hours to soak up a feeling of having really made progress in my healing and then WHAM, I got slammed with another wave of loss and pain.
I was stunned to learn this man, who I had loved, had married the previous day. He didn’t even have enough respect for me to tell me himself. Does that surprise me, yes and no. Yes, because I expected more from a man who professed at one time to love me. I would have expected a basic respect for the relationship we shared. Especially given that it only ended one year ago.
In retrospect there were times in our relationship when I felt he didn’t know how to respect a woman fully. When I felt disrespected and told him that. In that realization, I’m sad and angry. It makes me sad to realize he didn’t learn from the mistakes. Respect is not negotiable. It was his responsibility to tell me himself that he was getting married.
What have I learned from this? I’ve learned that there are men who simply don’t understand that they’re disrespectful to the people in their life. I hesitate to say awful things because that’s not the kind of person I am. It isn’t how I live my life. What I can say, what I will say is that the karma of his behavior and the way he treated me will someday touch his heart. We can never make choices and hurt people without knowing that hurt and that pain ourselves at some time in the future. I’ve seen it happen, I’ve felt it happen in my own life.
I wish him well, I truly do. I’ve been married. I understand the committment of marriage. I wish the best for anyone who makes that kind of committment in their life. For me I’m finding peace and releasing the pain.
There are men who know how to completely respect women. I’ve been in relationships with men who are deeply loving and respectful. In the last two weeks since I received this news, I heard from someone I dated almost 20 years ago and his thoughtful comment about what I’d done for him, and what it meant to him was God’s way of reminding me, there are men who actually appreciate the energy, love and kindness I bring to a relationship. That was the reminder I needed after this experience.
A Ship in the Harbor
“A ship in the harbor is safe, but after a while the bottom rots out.”
Anonymous
“That can happen if we stay too long in our safe zone. I begin to “rot.” Oh, just little indicators. A pound here or there goes on. A negative way of thinking begins to take root in my brain. Getting the ship out of the harbor is HARD WORK!! (Just go to any major pier.) But the pay off is fantastic.”
Susan Lewis Lally
Healing With Time
One year ago this month my love relationship ended. I felt like my heart was ripped out and shredded, it happened suddenly, painfully and with virtually no warning. What made it even more painful was that just sixteen days before it ended, the man I loved finally told me he loved me. He said he loved me and couldn’t imagine his life without me. For one amazing week I felt so loved, so treasured. He touched me differently, looked at me more lovingly.
Life was so beautiful, I felt like I’d been given such a gift, my heart overflowed with absolute joy, with love. Just looking at him brought me the most intense pleasure and brought my deepest feelings of love to the surface. I felt so blessed, so happy. Within a week I could feel his fear. I believe it was fear over what I’d expect, now knowing he loved me. I just wanted to bask in his love, to share my heart and soul with him and treasure every single second of our life.
Sixteen days after telling me he loved me, he abruptly ended our relationship. I was devestated, shocked and stunned. We’d been through so much in fourteen months. We’d faced much together; a tremendous family crisis, health issues, his son’s hospitalizations. There had been much good. There had been many sweet, tender, exquisite moments and some really dark, painful, challenging moments. His fears and concerns had surfaced over and over in the fourteen months, making him break away for several days at a time, deciding if he wanted to be a part of my life. I’d had more than enough of the indecision. I thought at last with his admission of loving me, we had moved beyond the fears, beyond the uncertainty. I thought we were on our way to a life together. In no way did I ever imagine he would freak out in fear and end our relationship.
He called me on the phone, I could tell you exactly what I was doing, where I was standing, when he told me he’d decided to end it. He’d told me a few days before he was uncertain and wanted time to think about us. All of this after he told me he loved me and couldn’t imagine his life without me. I was shattered, it was a miracle I could pull myself out of bed everyday and function. I loved him so deeply, so completely. It had been a long time since I’d allowed myself to open my heart so completely. To have it end and to end in such a fashion was shattering.
We sat down a couple days later and talked. He told me his reasons, which I learned later were lies. I hate to say that, because even today I think this man is a good man and great father. He told me he wanted to end it because he didn’t want to be in a relationship, he wanted to be alone and spend more time with his kids. It was devestating, yet I believed him. I could see his fear. I didn’t understand any of it. The entire time we’d shared our lives I’d bent over backwards to be inclusive to his two wonderful children, who I came to love and to his mother who became my friend.
Being a step child myself, I understood completely that his children needed to have time alone with him and time to just be dad and son or dad and daughter. I knew how much I’d needed that in my own life with my father after he remarried and I worked hard to make certain Rob had the time alone to spend with his kids, without my presence.
If anyone had asked me to take bets on what happened next I wouldn’t have called any of it in a million years. Of course knowing this man as I did, maybe I should have realized by his fly by the seat of his pants way of living and spur of the moment decisions that he was one to do things no one could ever expect.
Within 35 days of ending our relationship he met someone, on Mother’s Day weekend. Fabulous for me, since my mom’s birthday and mother’ day are all on the same weekend and are a painful reminder of her passing. When he called me and told me he wanted to see me the Monday after Mother’s Day I wasn’t exactly in the most receptive mood to talk to him given the fact he hadn’t bothered to text or call me to say he gave a crap about the fact that it was a rough weekend for me. When we met and talked he told me about the woman he’d met and that he was going to start dating her. I felt like I’d been blindsided. What about the fact that he wanted to be alone? What about the fact he wanted more time with his kids? What about the fact he’d told me he loved me just weeks ago? I wanted to rip his face off. Miss Kindness and gentleness lost it, I called him every awful thing that came to my mind. It wasn’t one of my finest moments. So the reality wasn’t that he left me to be alone and spend more time with his kids. The reality was something quite different.
Part One of a series on Healing With Time.
Mirrors of Time By: Brian Weiss
This is a wonderful book that allows people to read more about regression therapy and experience Brian’s knowledge on the subject. The book comes with a Cd so you have the opportunity to listen to Brian Weiss walk you through relaxation and regression exercises in the quiet of your home.
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There are times when our experiences overwhelm us. When what we face and experience feels like more than we can handle. A couple weeks ago I had a strong feeling to write about the healing that had taken place for me this past year after the end of my love relationship. When I wrote my previous post spirit gave me about two good hours to soak up a feeling of having really made progress in my healing and then WHAM, I got slammed with another wave of loss and pain.
I was stunned to learn this man, who I had loved, had married the previous day. He didn’t even have enough respect for me to tell me himself. Does that surprise me, yes and no. Yes, because I expected more from a man who professed at one time to love me. I would have expected a basic respect for the relationship we shared. Especially given that it only ended one year ago.
In retrospect there were times in our relationship when I felt he didn’t know how to respect a woman fully. When I felt disrespected and told him that. In that realization, I’m sad and angry. It makes me sad to realize he didn’t learn from the mistakes. Respect is not negotiable. It was his responsibility to tell me himself that he was getting married.
What have I learned from this? I’ve learned that there are men who simply don’t understand that they’re disrespectful to the people in their life. I hesitate to say awful things because that’s not the kind of person I am. It isn’t how I live my life. What I can say, what I will say is that the karma of his behavior and the way he treated me will someday touch his heart. We can never make choices and hurt people without knowing that hurt and that pain ourselves at some time in the future. I’ve seen it happen, I’ve felt it happen in my own life.
I wish him well, I truly do. I’ve been married. I understand the committment of marriage. I wish the best for anyone who makes that kind of committment in their life. For me I’m finding peace and releasing the pain.
There are men who know how to completely respect women. I’ve been in relationships with men who are deeply loving and respectful. In the last two weeks since I received this news, I heard from someone I dated almost 20 years ago and his thoughtful comment about what I’d done for him, and what it meant to him was God’s way of reminding me, there are men who actually appreciate the energy, love and kindness I bring to a relationship. That was the reminder I needed after this experience.
One year ago this month my love relationship ended. I felt like my heart was ripped out and shredded, it happened suddenly, painfully and with virtually no warning. What made it even more painful was that just sixteen days before it ended, the man I loved finally told me he loved me. He said he loved me and couldn’t imagine his life without me. For one amazing week I felt so loved, so treasured. He touched me differently, looked at me more lovingly.
Life was so beautiful, I felt like I’d been given such a gift, my heart overflowed with absolute joy, with love. Just looking at him brought me the most intense pleasure and brought my deepest feelings of love to the surface. I felt so blessed, so happy. Within a week I could feel his fear. I believe it was fear over what I’d expect, now knowing he loved me. I just wanted to bask in his love, to share my heart and soul with him and treasure every single second of our life.
Sixteen days after telling me he loved me, he abruptly ended our relationship. I was devestated, shocked and stunned. We’d been through so much in fourteen months. We’d faced much together; a tremendous family crisis, health issues, his son’s hospitalizations. There had been much good. There had been many sweet, tender, exquisite moments and some really dark, painful, challenging moments. His fears and concerns had surfaced over and over in the fourteen months, making him break away for several days at a time, deciding if he wanted to be a part of my life. I’d had more than enough of the indecision. I thought at last with his admission of loving me, we had moved beyond the fears, beyond the uncertainty. I thought we were on our way to a life together. In no way did I ever imagine he would freak out in fear and end our relationship.
He called me on the phone, I could tell you exactly what I was doing, where I was standing, when he told me he’d decided to end it. He’d told me a few days before he was uncertain and wanted time to think about us. All of this after he told me he loved me and couldn’t imagine his life without me. I was shattered, it was a miracle I could pull myself out of bed everyday and function. I loved him so deeply, so completely. It had been a long time since I’d allowed myself to open my heart so completely. To have it end and to end in such a fashion was shattering.
We sat down a couple days later and talked. He told me his reasons, which I learned later were lies. I hate to say that, because even today I think this man is a good man and great father. He told me he wanted to end it because he didn’t want to be in a relationship, he wanted to be alone and spend more time with his kids. It was devestating, yet I believed him. I could see his fear. I didn’t understand any of it. The entire time we’d shared our lives I’d bent over backwards to be inclusive to his two wonderful children, who I came to love and to his mother who became my friend.
Being a step child myself, I understood completely that his children needed to have time alone with him and time to just be dad and son or dad and daughter. I knew how much I’d needed that in my own life with my father after he remarried and I worked hard to make certain Rob had the time alone to spend with his kids, without my presence.
If anyone had asked me to take bets on what happened next I wouldn’t have called any of it in a million years. Of course knowing this man as I did, maybe I should have realized by his fly by the seat of his pants way of living and spur of the moment decisions that he was one to do things no one could ever expect.
Within 35 days of ending our relationship he met someone, on Mother’s Day weekend. Fabulous for me, since my mom’s birthday and mother’ day are all on the same weekend and are a painful reminder of her passing. When he called me and told me he wanted to see me the Monday after Mother’s Day I wasn’t exactly in the most receptive mood to talk to him given the fact he hadn’t bothered to text or call me to say he gave a crap about the fact that it was a rough weekend for me. When we met and talked he told me about the woman he’d met and that he was going to start dating her. I felt like I’d been blindsided. What about the fact that he wanted to be alone? What about the fact he wanted more time with his kids? What about the fact he’d told me he loved me just weeks ago? I wanted to rip his face off. Miss Kindness and gentleness lost it, I called him every awful thing that came to my mind. It wasn’t one of my finest moments. So the reality wasn’t that he left me to be alone and spend more time with his kids. The reality was something quite different.
Part One of a series on Healing With Time.
This is a wonderful book that allows people to read more about regression therapy and experience Brian’s knowledge on the subject. The book comes with a Cd so you have the opportunity to listen to Brian Weiss walk you through relaxation and regression exercises in the quiet of your home.
This weeks quote comes from a book I love by Joan Anderson. She has written several books about her journey of self discovery.
Such is my morning ritual, nothing terribly complicated unless I’ve forgotten to bring logs in from the woodpile the night before. I’m deep into my time-out season of life, where it seems best to be actively passive, involved in little, aware of much. Instinct told me to take myself away and look at all the unwrapped gifts nature has to offer. The natural world is hibernating and so am I.
Joan Anderson has written several books and she holds weekend workshops on self discovery. Her latest book is The Second Journey. You can learn more about Joan Anderson at joanandersononline.com
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Our Perception of Security
Photo By Fiancailles Flickr
Security is a perception. We are never completely safe, our situations just seem safe. We bask in the contentment of seeming safety. It’s only when disaster strikes, jobs are lost, finances are compromised or our health is jeapordized that we realize what felt safe was simply a perception. Our real security comes from within, in feeling and trusting the spirit of God in our life. It’s God’s prescence in our life that brings a true sense of feeling secure.
It doesn’t mean we wont lose our job or suffer loss, we very well may, just as I did. My belief and trust in God didn’t keep my parents from dying of cancer. What it did do is give me the strength to survive, to move through the worst pain I’d ever experienced in my life. There were hours and days when my life seemed too painful to go on. The pain of my mother’s loss was debilitating, devestating and I couldn’t even pick up the pieces. Death felt in those moments preferable to the intense pain of grief and loss I was feeling.
Losing our sense of security in the world, a job for many, my mother for me, often feels like the end of the world; and it is the end of the world we’ve been living. Our sense of protection and security is stripped away. We are left vulnerable, exposed and wondering how we can possibly go on, how we will support ourselves. Who will be there for us in our darkest hours?
At first it seems as if no one is there. It feels as if we’ve been abandoned, at least it did for me. The spirit of God is always with us, sometimes our pain is simply so deep we can’t even comprehend that we have support. I certainly couldn’t. My perception has deepened and today I realize in my darkest pain I was supported and you will be too. It may not be evident at all times but in small moments, in calm silence it will show its self and I pray you will realize you are supported.
Life
Big Island of Hawaii Photo Credit: Lisa Overman
Shifts happen whether we’re aware of them or not. Shifts can happen when we feel loved, when we feel supported and when we understand that we have no need for our old habits or insecurities. Shifts can change our lives; they open our minds to new ways of living and new ways of doing things. Some shifts happen gradually because spirit knows that’s all we can handle, that too much transition is difficult for many people.
In my own life I have had dramatic shifts and gradual shifts. Sometimes the shift was self inspired, ie a move to a completely different culture and country. Nothing shifts your life than faster than getting on a plane and living full throttle in a culture you don’t understand, where they speak a language you can barely comprehend. Moves like that shift your perceptions and life dramatically in both good and bad ways. Through years of living overseas, in situations where I had to adapt I now feel comfortable traveling most places and am willing to embrace cultures and overseas experiences with ease.
Every shift is different and they are not all warm and fuzzy or comfortable. Sometimes a shift takes us far out of our comfort zone and we have to learn to adapt to a new way of thinking. That process of learning to think differently is the shift taking place. When we become at ease and we see our life expanded we realize the shift has occured and it’s usually an exciting time with opportunities and new experiences.
Spirit is always guiding our life, whether we are willing to realize it or not. Some days we fight it, and other days we flow with it. The shifts are a natural progression of our life and knowledge expanding. As we follow spirit and listen to our internal voice of inspiration and love we can make some dramatic shifts and find our life going in some amazing and exciting directions. The secret is letting go and releasing the need to have all the answers. The shift will happen, spirit will guide it, answers will come just as we least expect it.
Help Quinn Talk
My friend Reba Jean, Ying Yang Spirit has an autistic grandson and they are embarking on a healing experiment with Quinn where they are asking for healing prayers and Reiki for Quinn. For more information and to participate in the Help Quinn Talk, check out their website. Reba is a wonderful Reiki healer and I am so touched by this healing endeavor.
The Emotions of The Holidays
I think most of us can relate to the idea that holidays are filled with moments of deep love, challenge, emotion and a wide variety of expectations. For me it starts with the commercials filled with happy families gathering around to share a meal, opening gifts or sharing their day together. That is the beautiful side of family and committed relationships. The flip side is that most of us have experienced the loss of people that we truly love and treasure and enjoying the holidays without them is never an easy experience. We learn to accept our loss, to move forward, to heal; but somewhere in side, at least for me is a place of sadness that I can no longer share the significance of special days with my parents and with others I’ve lost.
Holidays seem to be filled with a mixture of joy for those we can be with, pleasure for the special moments when we can hold those dear to us and filled with tinges of sadness for what can never be again with those we’ve lost. Even with those we love still near to us on the earth plane the holidays can be a roller coaster of emotion. Families squabble, they have different views on life and they certainly have different priorities and wishes. Talk to anyone in my extended family and you will get a variety of versions of what a holiday should be. Some prefer the holiday with their immediate family, others enjoy the extended family. Some prefer a sit down meal, others enjoy a pot luck so based on my own family I can only imagine that there is an abundance of roller coaster experiences out there for many during the holidays. When I turned on the Today Show this morning, they were discussing strategies to use to handle relatives and emotional situations during the holidays.
For me it’s best to keep it simple by spending time with those I treasure as well as making sure there is private time for reflection and prayer to remember those I miss, who remain close in my heart. Loss and grief are never easy to handle and the added pressure of holiday expections adds another dimension to the pain. My suggestion, detatch from any family drama, focus only on those things that bring you joy and release the expectation of being able to do it all.
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Friday Quote: A Year by the Sea
This weeks quote comes from a book I love by Joan Anderson. She has written several books about her journey of self discovery.
Such is my morning ritual, nothing terribly complicated unless I’ve forgotten to bring logs in from the woodpile the night before. I’m deep into my time-out season of life, where it seems best to be actively passive, involved in little, aware of much. Instinct told me to take myself away and look at all the unwrapped gifts nature has to offer. The natural world is hibernating and so am I.
Joan Anderson has written several books and she holds weekend workshops on self discovery. Her latest book is The Second Journey. You can learn more about Joan Anderson at joanandersononline.com
The Law of Dharma
Renaissance Island
Renaissanace Island Aruba
“There are three components to the Law Of Dharma. The first component says that each of us is here to discover our true Self, to find out on our own that our true Self is spiritual, that essentially we are spiritual beings that have taken manifestation in physical form. We are not human beings having occasional spiritual experiences – it’s the other way around: we’re spiritual beings that have occasional human experiences.”
From the book “The Seven Spiritual Law’s of Success” Deepak Chopra
A Travel Dream Becomes Reality
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Flamingo Beach
If you’ve been following my posts of late you know I’m doing exercises and activities from “Ask and It’s Given” By Esther and Jerry Hicks and Abraham. This past week I saw one of my visualization box wishes become reality. To help you understand lets go back about six weeks. Six weeks ago I was following the press trip of a writer I’ve come to enjoy. Her website is Almostfearless.com She gave up her corporate life and became a travel nomad writing and blogging her way around the world with her husband and dogs in tow. I receive her travel updates via email and in early November she was headed out for a six day press trip to write about Belieze, courtesy of Belieze Tourism.
When I saw her post about the trip I said aloud, ” I want to do that. I want to take a press trip like that.” Along with my statement were physical pictures and travel brochures of places in the caribbean I would like to visit. All of this was inside my visualization box which I see daily on my living room stand. Let me also be clear, I’ve spent the last two years blogging for a travel website and have spent ten years of my life traveling and working overseas. So it wasn’t just a whim that had me saying I want to take a press trip. I’ve done the ground work. I have the skills and I have the knowledge to write and travel alone. I was simply asking the universe to help me manifest an opportunity to put my skills in the forefront as a traveler and writer.
Just over one month later I was contacted by the writer whose travel website I write for. She offered me an opportunity to travel as part of a press trip to the caribbean. After thinking 10.5 seconds I said I’m 98% sure I can go, I will get back to you in the morning with a final answer. Of course that answer was YES! Are you kidding me? No writer who loves to travel is going to say no to an opportunity to travel and write about their experience. So within six weeks of my desire to manifest a press trip I was preparing to head out on my own caribbean press trip. Life is pretty amazing!
I departed on Dec 16th for four amazing, adventurous days on the caribbean island of Aruba. I know it was a combination of belief, manifestation, divine support, years of writing, blogging and traveling that created this amazing opportunity. It was powerful and awe inspiring to see this moment manifest in my life. It is the realization of one dream and a start to a whole series of dreams. I am blessed, I am grateful and I am thrilled to be at this place in my life. It feels like a beautiful, spiritual gift. I see these exercises working in my life. I hope you will be inspired to use them in your own life. Namaste
If you would like to follow my posts from Aruba you can find them @ wanderlustandlipstick.com/hammmockinparadise
My Journey of Creating a Dream
My journey, the journey of becoming a writer, speaker and healer of hearts began with my own losses, my own grief and my desire to do something beautiful with the experiences I’ve lived through. This video details what I’m trying to accomplish and asks for the support and help of each of you to share my story and video with those in your life.
My video, The Creation of a Dream.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v0NnH3jPY0
Namaste,
Lisa
