Thursday, July 13, 2017

Simple and Brilliant

I was listening to a cover of Hallelujah by Cohen and found myself contemplating what song is the most covered song.... so I asked google.  I was brought to an article of the top 10 covered songs.  The Beatles hold most of the spots with number one being 'Yesterday'.  One of the songs further down the list was 'And I Love Her'.  I hadn't heard the song in a while so I went to youtube and watched a live version of them playing the song.
Simple brilliance.  

When I was a college student studying abroad, I went to Pere-Lachaise cemetery outside of Paris mostly because my friend wanted to see Jim Morrison's grave.  But the most moving image I remember from that cemetery is an above ground stone grave box shaped with one vase atop and in the vase; one single yellow rose in a back bend. 

Simple and moving.  No name on the grave.  Just a body laid to rest and someone added a single rose.

I think of all the things we add to our lives in an attempt to make them better.  Perhaps, we mostly just need to remove.  And go back to that Golden Rule.  Love one another as you Love yourself.

May I learn to live Loving unconditionally.  And may my example of this, be a beacon that amplifies and gathers others into this flow.  <3 EE

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Your Wake

This is not about the celebration of life you have when you pass, but about the wake you leave behind you as you make your way through this life on earth.

Think about it... Do you cause disturbances?  Do you cause destruction? Do you leave people scratching their heads?  Do you remain lovingly connected as friends with the lovers from which you part?  Do you uplift and inspire?  Do you leave little wake, make little difference?  Is your exit even felt?

As you drive down the road... do little sparkles of magic trail from your tailpipe... blessing and annointing everything behind you?  That's my vision as I drive and as I live.  Pixie dust blessings to ALL! <3  EE

Monday, February 8, 2016

Lessons of Love

Momma Bear Paw
Single Mom here... doing my thing, making sure my 3 kids have what they need which sometimes means, mittens/hats/boots delivered to school after children are dropped off, buying ANOTHER pair of pink ballet slippers for program photos because they have gone missing, and running over to Dad's house for that well-loved blanket for snuggling.... AND filling my 'free' weekend up with sleepover birthday parties with far away friends.

At first I didn't want to take on the request of a 3 hour drive and a night of having the young ladies keeping me up, but I saw in my daughter's eyes how she really longed to see her friends whom she hadn't seen in months.  Then I decided the planning with the parent (who is a newly married ex-boyfriend) and the time out of my schedule was a service that I would love to do for my daughter.

I asked her what she wanted to eat for dinner on Friday night and Saturday morning and what she wanted to do for activities (movie and bowling).  I figured out the timing with the 3 hour round trip to return them home.  Then I jumped into the flow of service.

I set the table.  I made the meals,  I did the dishes.  I listened to the girls. I learned about how their lives have been since I had been around them.  I learned that one of them had started her period and I happily welcomed her to womanhood.  Listening to their life now with new step-mom and parents not in alignment with custody, I realized that serving these girls was my gift to them... even if for only 24 hours.

By deciding to be of service to my daughter, I also was able to give her friends, two sisters, a bit of relief from the environment of their home.  They received time away where they could play without worries.

Service is always great choice.  This is my lesson of love.

Friday, August 14, 2015


I'm contemplating lessons in life at the moment.  Relationships seem to be in the forefront as usual.
 Relationships are such wonderful teachers... reflections of our inner status.

If each moment comes with a gift, each relationship does as well on a much larger scale.  Each relationship is an invitation to know ourselves better through the reflection of The Other.  It's not to find what's wrong with us or what we need to change or fix, but to observe what it is we're drawing in at this point in our lives.  What kind of people are you meeting?  What are their interests?    Do you see any patterns... artists, musicians, bankers, lawyers, hippies, animal lovers?  Where do your conversations go?  Are you meeting people who are needy or people who are open to give and love?

We get to view The Other as a gift and a teacher and offer acceptance of all that they bring to our attention.  Maybe it's not what they represent in your life, but maybe it's what is missing.  Only you know what The Other is there to show you.  This might seem scary at first, but it's very empowering.  You don't have to listen to the interpretations of a friend, a parent, a sibling about what they feel is the reason The Other is acting as they are... only YOUR perception can see the truth, gift, and lesson in any situation before you.  They can sometimes give you clues, but you put all the pieces together with your own intuition to find the meaning for you.

I thank all my Others for their roles in my life.  I breathe with trust that my lessons arrive at exactly the precise moment I need them.  I accept the challenges they embody.  I joyfully flow with the journey of my life.

and so it is

Friday, June 26, 2015

Accidental Power

I read a post on an Old Souls group today that talked about dreamers and idealists having 'accidental power'.  They don't have to strive for this power.  They don't have to plan it.  They, many times, don't even know they have it.  It's just a part of them.

It exists because of the way they view the world... their illusion.  It's full of good people and magic and angels willing to assist at any time.

The real power comes when they become aware of it.  Then it can be directed with intention.. beautiful empathic intention.

The awakened dreamer's power is no longer accidental, it's intentional and amplified.  Things just fall into place around them.  Others smile. Others agree.  Others trust and feel connection.

And so it is.  EE

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Making Room

In the spirit of spring, I did some house cleaning recently; man had cardboard collected on my back porch... :)  My attempts at leaf mulching and dumping the mulch on the back garden of ferns last autumn didn't make the leaves go away like I had hoped so I had to burn some of that to allow the ferns to emerge.  I also cleaned my kitchen windows on the outside so I could clearly see the life outside my house when doing the sometimes mundane chore of dishes.

Ah, but the finest bit of cleaning I did was with relationships.  I decided to clean out remnants of past relationships that were hanging around, but not completely fulfilling... one actually draining at times.  I gathered the dried flowers I had kept and brought them out to the back garden... I sprinkled the petals on the fern garden and thanked them for their presence.  Then I burned some candles in the space I had them and asked for all the stagnant energy to be removed.

I considered it a controlled burn as they do in fields sometimes to encourage growth.  It's not that I cut all ties to these people, some are still dear friends, but I cut the attachment that was not serving me.

What followed in the next week was simply precious!  By clearing out these drains on my attention and love, I allowed space for one giant heart to enter my life.  A heart so gentle, so open, so dear that I NEEDED all that space to hold him.

I'm blessed.  I'm grateful.  I'm full of love and joy.  EE

Friday, February 6, 2015

About the Bowls

I signed up to go to the local convent (hehe - not everyone has a local convent, but I do!   How blessed am I???)  to attend a Tibetan bowls singing session.  I didn't know a thing about the guy who was bringing his collection of bowls or really what the session would be like, but I saw it in the Spirituality Newsletter that the nuns put out and it called to me.  I had to make special arrangements for the kids because I thought it was on a Friday, but it turned out it was on a Thursday, but still I knew I wanted to make the extra effort to be there.

I arrived.  I sat RIGHT in the front figuring that would be the best BLAST of tone. :)  I sat and listened to his explanation of how he had collected these bowls.  They had all come from Tibet having been carried over the Himalayas to safety in Nepal.  I listened to the people explain why they chose to come to the session.  Most people were curious and had never heard them before.  I explained that I am a Reiki Master and have had them used on me after treatments and wanted to hear what a whole bunch of them together would feel like.

Then we started.  I sat on a crack in the cement basement floor (remember this is a very lovely convent).  You could see a few inches down to the foundation... decent sized crack.  Immediately a bird was in my face.  I saw the eye opening and closing right near my nose.  I was not alarmed.  I have had elephants in my face before... it just means they REALLY want you to pay attention.  Then he stepped back... he was a white bird and a warrior... he was human sized and carried a sheild.  He was proud.

Next came the flames... almost like ocean waves, but I knew they were flames.  In the flames were faces of Asian ninjas.  They flickered in an out of the flames.  There was no color.  It was all in black drawings, but the drawings were animated.

When the smaller bowls were played together a very unnerving sound resulted that made my shoulder muscles tense up.  These tones caused tension whereas the warrior bird and ninja flames visions didn't cause a physical reaction.  My shoulder and neck muscles felt very brittle the entire time actually... even after the visions stopped and the BIG bowls were played and got to the deep comforting tones.

After he was done ringing the bowls, we talked about our experience.  I listened as people talked about how they felt very relaxed and had some memories surface and felt like their focus in meditation was assisted by the ringing.  I sat there quietly listening.  I really didn't want to go into what my experience was.  I told the teacher at the end that I saw a bird right at the beginning and that was it.  I didn't say that I think the bowls wanted to tell someone about the war and fire that they have witnessed.

Maybe the moral of the story is... don't sit on cracks in the floor during a bowl meditation... :)  OR maybe those bowls really needed to send that message to some earthly being and that was me.  What an adventure!  EE