Have you honored yourself lately? Elaina Maria, author of Happiness is Overrated – Live the Inspired Life Instead, says “Honoring yourself is not selfish, it’s vital.” So, I’m going to believe her and give it a try.
My mysterious intuition simply and confidently communicates to me that there is indispensable learning to be had thru honoring myself. My hope is my experience will support, name or add to your life experience, as well.
The natural and obvious place to begin is to take stock. Once my original list of blog ideas was completed, I realized it was necessary to evaluate my blogging pathway. What I noted was that I: – created a website – learned marketing tips and SEO – wrote and posted 30 posts – reblogged other’s posts – posted quotes to inspire myself and others – share blog on FB, Twitter, Tumbler, Medium, Google Plus, Pinterest, LinkdIn
January – 12 people checked out my 10 posts. I had 0 likes and 0 comments
February – 191 people checked out my 12 posts. I had 0 likes and 0 comments
March – 410 people checked out my 6 posts. I had 41 likes and 0 comments
April – 507 people checked out my 10 posts. I have 121 likes and 19 comments
With my technical and marketing growth noted, I felt proud and happy. Blogging to heal my past, welcome my intuitive gifts, and exercise my newly found creativity has guided me to unknown parts of myself that supported and lifted my truest self.
This surprising awakening brought to my mind a quick vision of geometric shapes in warm shades of grey. Nuzzled at the bottom of the shapes sat an orange and yellow glowing egg shaped ball of light. The image pulled me in reminding me that my soul or spirit had a message. My thinking and feeling self sat with the glowing ember to give it space to reveal its message. I sensed that it was guiding me to honor thy self. The feeling was strong, important, and undeniable. Taking stock wasn’t enough, something about the glow of the orange and yellow ball told me there was something to be learned from honoring myself thru these accomplishments.
I started where I usually did when I’m confused with spirit’s message…I went to the “Oracle”…Google. Then searched How do I honor my accomplishments? The all-knowing search engine provided me with this article 30 Ways to Celebrate Your Success. So that is what I will do! I will celebrate my success by doing all 30 and blogging about the experience. I believe my spirit via the glowing ember wants me to learn something, to know myself better; all the human parts and my soul.
I feel strange, a little sick to my stomach. I assumed only excitement and celebratory cake were in my future as I honor myself in 30 ways but it doesn’t feel that way. As the soap opera announcer says…”Stay tuned for the next installment of…As the Stomach Turns.” HA! I nervously wonder what honoring myself has in store for me…
My friend’s teenage son has written an inspirational piece about his struggles since the day he was born. He is adorable!!! So proud of him and his amazing Mom who has walked with him throughout this difficult and trying journey. But They Got This!!!
When I was just two weeks old I had a major stroke on the right hemisphere of my brain, from that moment on the doctors and my family had no idea how much damage had been done; the doctors said due to the size of the stroke the results of the stroke could be devastating.
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In my last post, Messages To and From the Dying, it appeared my mother was receiving tutoring from the other side in preparation for her death.
One day as she gathered her energy to shuffle around the common room, she stood still, stared at me hard and said, “I just need to let go”. Letting go was not how my mother lived. She favored holding on tightly to grudges, pushing though problems, suffering stoically thru pleasant or unpleasant events, and generally living with and creating discomfort. I giggled when she declared this plan and said, “Yes Mom, you can.”. I assumed she was handing out a clue about her death preparations.
In Final Gifts-understanding the special awareness, needs and communications of the dying, Chapter Six, Preparing for Travel or Change, the book speaks about how dying people know they are dying, even if they weren’t told by a physician.” They attempt to share this information by using symbolic language to indicate preparation for a journey or change soon to happen.”
The book spoke about how people delay death because they have something to heal, express, or accomplish before they can pass. When I asked my mother if she felt like she had unfinished business to complete before she died, she said she needed to take care of her younger sister. Her younger sister was 75 years old. I explained that her sister was an adult, meaning she had been taking care of herself for years. I told her about her younger sister’s job, her children, and her home. My mother was understandably confused but didn’t seem frustrated or agitated, a common experience for people with dementia. Given that she was preparing for a journey she had never taken before, thought she had a younger sister to care for, and had dementia she seemed comfortable with our conversation. Her demeanor was of a person who had a to do list to finish. She spoke candidly of her preparation needs.
Final Gifts suggests you help the dying complete their necessary tasks, so I called my aunt and asked her to speak to my mother. I wasn’t sure my mother would understand what was happening, she no longer knew what a phone was and certainly didn’t have a clue what a cell phone was. I could hear my aunt’s voice through the phone although my mother didn’t respond. I have no idea what my aunt said to her sister. My mother seemed calmer after listening to her sister but I’ll never really know how the call impacted her. We never spoke about my aunt again.
When my mother was living her final hours, my aunt, her younger sister, came to visit. My aunt was the last person my mother spent time with before she died. After all of my mother’s careful preparation, I can only assume she felt she had taken care of her younger sister before my mother left her body.
My mother’s dementia was progressing. She was acting different. Saying she could see the children lining up, she could see her mother. She would point to where they were standing, lining up, or hanging out. With dementia, her sentence structure was jumbled but when she spoke about the children and her mother she had complete clarity of mind and speech. I sensed that she was preparing for death. I don’t know how I knew. I guessed that the comments that were said calmly and clearly seemed to come from a different part of her.
While speaking to a friend about these experiences, she told me to read Final Gifts. Final Gifts, written by Hospice Workers, Maggie Callanan and Patricia Kelley, noticed when people where close to death they went thru a process. The authors wrote the book to help friends and families of the dying to understand the process and interpret the messages of the dying.
I would love to tell you that I ran out and bought Final Gifts upon the recommendation, but I didn’t. Weeks went by, until I finally called the library to locate the book. With spirit and luck on my side, it arrived the day before a large snowstorm which allowed me to curl up and read for an extended period. I quickly learned that my hunch was correct about my mother making plans for her next journey.
Let’s start with Chapter One. The first chapter, “It’s Time to Get in Line”, are almost the exact words my mother said when startled out of a nap. I was sitting next to her in a common room at the nursing home, while she and another man napped. Without a sound present, they simultaneously woke up with wide eyed expressions. The man was unable to speak but my mother explained, “She needed to get in line.” She wasn’t alarmed. Her speech was crystal clear. Callanan and Patricia say this is a common signal that death is near. It gives the dying and the friends and family of the dying an opportunity to heal, have overdue and much needed conversations, share loving and meaningful stories, and make plans and create instructions for the living. What a gift to understand this message and act upon it.
Another day, while having a repetitive conversation like one does with a dementia patient, my mother suddenly became quiet and stared into the distance. With complete clarity she said, “There is my mother.” while pointing toward what I can only assume was my grandmother, my mother’s mother. I couldn’t see anyone or anything but by the curious and clear look in my mother’s eye she saw her mother. In Chapter Seven, Being in the Presence of Someone Not Alive, the authors delicately and clearly speak about how the dying will see people who have passed on. It’s believed that the dying person is interacting with passed family members, friends, pets, or angels, or even spiritual leaders. During these interactions the dying person is calm, happy even. That was true of my mother’s experience. Besides speaking of seeing her mother often and pointing her out to me, she would mention the children who were lining up. She smiled when she saw them. I wished I could have seen what she was witnessing.
An indepth blog post on intuition… on how to get connected and how to stay connected. I didn’t want to lose this post so I decided keeping it close to me on my blog would be the solution.
Intuition is often a spontaneous thing. It floats in randomly and before you know it, it’s gone again.
What if I told you it doesn’t have to be a random occurrence?
The thing is, our intuition, like any other muscle, can be exercised and strengthened. It is absolutely possible to be connected to our intuition in each and every moment, provided we are willing to embrace the gift of this inherent inner wisdom. We don’t have to wait until adversity hits or a big decision is to be made. We have the ability to live fully from this place of intuitive knowledge each day, allowing our inner GPS to guide us throughout the day’s events – from choosing what to eat, what to wear, who to spend time with, what kind of music to listen to, and how best to take care of ourselves that day. We can be fully and…
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