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30 Ways to Celebrate Success

honorthyselfHave 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 FBTwitter, Tumbler, MediumGoogle Plus, Pinterest, LinkdIn

Readership Stats:                

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…

 

 

Intuition 101: Connection

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.

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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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Plane Ticket Turbulence

airplane ticket turbulanceThe plane tickets…. first, I had them…. then I didn’t, but ultimately, I did! This post is a short one about sharing my spirit’s message with my at-the-time boyfriend. As part of planning to visit him I bought plane tickets through a broker because they were less expensive. The broker had bogus excuses about mailing the tickets I purchased. Obviously, being concerned I told my at-the-time boyfriend about the problem. Concluding our conversation with…. “but I feel like I’ll get them.”

My brain or maybe my ego couldn’t make sense of my spirit’s message. There was no reason for me to believe this plane ticket problem would be fine. But some part of me already knew the outcome and told me about it. I spent a considerable amount of time making calls, staying on the line, and yelling at the person on the other end who had lots of excuses that others must have fallen for. I was relentless!

It did end as my spirit predicted. I received the tickets even though everything about the broker seemed shady and a positive result unlikely. Decades later, I’m still curious about this event. Was the intuitive message sent to motivate me to act, to not feel hopeless or would I have received the tickets no matter how I approached this situation? I still wonder…

Have you had an intuitive experience that proved correct whether you listened to or not? PLEASE, share.

Treasure! That’s What You Are!

treasure-box-332785__480My deceased mother wasn’t finished using the car radio to connect as I meandered North. She had another musical message to communicate. In my post, Stairway to Heaven, my mother uses “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” by Bob Dylan to applaud a joke and reveal that she was with me.

While listening to Dylan sing, I had a moment feeling her communicate to me and reflect on the joke I shared with my coworker. I felt light, happy, and simultaneously connected to the spirit and non-spirit worlds. I savored the words as the song played. Smiling and laughing aloud when it finished.

In that flicker of silence between songs, it felt exciting and fun to understand Shakespeare’s quote “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio/than are dreamt up in your philosophy.”

Her musical communication was continuing. The next song was one of my favorites. The kind of favorite where everything stops so I can sing and dance along whether I’m cooking or driving or having a drink on my porch with friends. I run to the radio and turn up the volume.  A childhood friend of mine, once told me that whenever he hears this song he thinks of me.

This musical moment was also a way for my mother to do something in death that she didn’t do in life. Be supportive and kind to me. As her dementia slowly took over her brain, she no longer lived from her righteousness, anger, and judgement. In a conversation where she was trying to identify me as her daughter, she said, “You are the one I took all my anger at my mother out on.” YES, she did!

But in death, there is only love. So, she followed up with a song I love with words of love. Bruno Mar’s “Treasure” flooded my car with sound. And they, Bruno and my mother told me-

 

Give me all, give me all, give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a little something about yourself
You’re wonderful, flawless, oh you’re a sexy lady
But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else

I know that you don’t know it, but you’re fine, so fine
Oh girl I’m gonna show you when you’re mine, oh mine

Treasure, that is what you are
Honey you’re my golden star
You know you can make my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If you let me treasure you

Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl you should be smiling
A girl like you should never live so blue
You’re everything I see in my dreams
I wouldn’t say that to you if it wasn’t true

I know that you don’t know it, but you’re fine, so fine
Oh girl I’m gonna show you when you’re mine, oh mine

Treasure, that is what you are
Honey you’re my golden star
You know you can make my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If you let me treasure you

You are my treasure, you are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, you you you, you are
You are my treasure, you are my treasure
You are my treasure, yeah, you you you, you are

Treasure, that is what you are
Honey you’re my golden star
You know you can make my wish come true
If you let me treasure you
If you let me treasure you

Songwriters: ARI LEVINE, PETER GENE HERNANDEZ, PHILIP LAWRENCE, PHREDLEY BROWN

© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

 

Not Pennies but Dimes from Heaven

No Pennies but Dimes from HeavenI can’t remember if I was coming home or leaving home but I was stopped by the sight of a dime sitting on my bright orange kitchen table. I couldn’t figure out why it was there because I never leave change around. I spent a few seconds pondering how it got there; quickly deciding that it wasn’t a serious problem that required my solving in that moment or ever. As I picked it up to place it in my change purse, I couldn’t take my eyes from its shine. I held it in my palm gazing and saying to myself this is the shiniest dime I have ever seen; feeling equal parts mesmerized and bewildered by this shiny dime. And then carried on with my life as if it never happened.

Until it happened again, maybe it was a week later or a month later but the same exact moment reoccurred. Another random dime found on the orange table, followed by my confusion, and then the wonder at how shiny a dime it was. Briefly I tried to make sense of it. Then never thought about it again until…

Months later with an open mind, I arrived at my appointment to visit a medium, a person who communicates with dead people. Throughout the enjoyable hour of hearing true and funny stories about my mother who died in the spring, she told me that my mother was saying that she had been leaving me dimes.

I explained to the confident medium that I had yet to be left dimes. During the reading, I had no memory of my dime discoveries and would never have made a connection to the passing of my mother and her leaving me actual dimes on a real table anyway.

Driving home I joyfully replayed the anecdotes of my mother and pondered the likelihood of the glimpse into my future that the medium spoke of. When suddenly, I remembered the dimes. The. Dimes! The shiny mesmerizing and confusing dimes that were found on my kitchen table. The “culprit” was my deceased mother leaving me dimes…..not pennies….. from Heaven.

Stairway to Heaven

stairwaytoheavenI welcomed returning to work after the countless, stressful, and unfamiliar medical conversations and decisions that materialized with doctors, nurses, and family members to best create comfort for my mother as she moved closer to death. While we alternated timeframes to sit by her bedside; the return to normalcy was grounding as well as an opportunity to absorb this emotional life changing moment.

Seeking to lighten the mood and  infuse humor into the tense circumstances, I explained to my caring and concerned coworker that I switched any phone numbers connected to my mother’s care to a ring tone of “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” by Bob Dylan. (Although, I really hadn’t.)  Thinking I was hilarious and knowing my mother would appreciate the humor and creative problem solving during a tense life transition, my usually boisterous, fun filled coworker felt uncomfortable. I reassured her that all was well. Well, it was well enough given my mother’s failing health from her long-term illness.

Once the funeral arrangements were completed, the last of her belongs given to charity, paperwork signed, lawyers obligations fulfilled, family members and friends returned to their lives, I took a northern seacoast road trip. My ultimate destination a small, remote, and artsy island. The best place to process her death, her life, and the unpredicted questions and feelings that arise when a parent dies.

Comfortably driving for an hour or so with my snacks close by and a confluence of thoughts rambling thru an emotional maze of love, sadness, pride, and wonder, combined with the incongruous sensations that arise with the business of death (casket and clothing shopping, death’s financial responsibilities) I settled into the long drive with the quiet hum of the radio commercials, meaningless comments, and songs…….

….. and then I heard it. A song I haven’t heard in 20 years. Bob Dylan was singing “Knocking on Heaven’s Door”.  After the warm shock lessened, I settled in to listen and couldn’t help smiling knowing that my mother was playing my joke on me as she ascended the stairway to heaven.