On the wings of change

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“Before you can move in new directions, you must first let go of what’s not working for you.”

~Alberto Villoldo, PhD

I was surely doing a lot of letting go lately. Letting go of things once dear to me, no longer holding the same value. I was surprised how easy it was, at least for the most part. The house was getting bare inside, taking on a more and more minimalistic lifestyle and I loved it. I got a good preview of what I was working towards, and felt like a mini trial version. All of a sudden those hard earned artifacts no longer had a place in my life. Throughout the process, it became apparent of how much I had changed, for however long ago I don’t know, but my entire life was receiving a complete make over. For the first time, perhaps in the history of my humble existence, I saw clearly, a vision of where I’ve been, my now and the future. And more importantly of what I truly wanted. From there a passion ignited, working towards peace and bliss, and the stuff of what had been my old life had no room in where I was heading.

I have to thank you for sending me such wonderful energy over the weekend. It was strenuous with the garage sale but it was a success. Monday came and it was mostly a breeze to get the house ready for it’s new picture date in the afternoon. I was able to function with minimal pain. By the end of the day the energy wore off and I was glad to put my feet up. This morning the house is back on the market and could sell this weekend. More change is coming and the decluttering and packing journey continues. The race continues but at least for the moment some stressful deadlines have fallen off and I hope to step a little lighter this week. I have packed my first couple of boxes and labeled them for the future. I can’t help but wonder how long it will be until I can hold that very box again and unpack it.

Goddess Lilith

In mythology, Lilith was the first wife of Adam, exiled from Eden because of her independent, uncontrollable nature and disobedience. Lilith refused to submit to the rules of the patriarchy. Unbroken and unbowed, she was painted as a demon because of her rebellion.

She symbolizes one aspect of the Great Goddess and in ancient Babylon she was worshipped as Ishtar, the Goddess of war and fertility. In astrology, it is the feminine sexual nature that cannot be controlled. Lilith is the purest form of feminine sexuality and the symbol for Lilith is a mix of mind and matter as well as the subconscious aspect of the moon.

Lilith teaches us that we may be demonized as we pull off the chains of the patriarchy, but we will be free. Lilith reminds us that we can survive anything. That we can plant our own sacred garden anywhere we choose. Lilith tells us to take back our power. She calls to us to stand in our truth, embracing our darkness and our light equally. She tells us to stop playing small and being afraid of burning too passionately for worry of being misunderstood in the eyes of others. Our fire is not for them, she tells us. It is for us.

Anybody else feeling like Lilith or hearing her call lately?

Rain check

I have to give you a rain check and unfortunately cancel our weekly Reiki healing for today.

As another garage sale weekend is slowly winding down and the rest of the house is in shambles, I need to dig deep and find the energy to get it in tickety boo shape for tomorrow’s updated picture shoot. Today I am asking you to send healing vibes and loads of energy my way, so I can tackle all my chores. Thank you in advance, you are most appreciated.

I leave you with a picture of one of my favorite places on earth. It’s were the water runs clear in alpine lakes and streams. Where the mountains are majestic and boulders dot the meadows. It’s where the marmots run free and soak up the sun, sprawled out on rocks. It’s heaven on earth and I hope you enjoy as I send you into a new week and wish you much Love and light .

The truth about stuff

Today marks my second weekend, hosting a garage sale, eliminating, for a fraction of what I paid all that hard earned stuff. Stuff I was once proud of, stuff that had been a big part of my life.

Car load after car load has been donated and last week was our first attempt to move stuff out of the house into the garage, in the hope to make a penny or two.

I am exhausted, literally, ever since we decided to sell the house, getting it ready for a smooth transition. Although I don’t think there will be anything smooth about it.

It’s been long days, taking pictures off the walls, patching up nail holes, going through more stuff, and kicking up dust with all the moving around. I suppose it’s a good thing, but on the health front I’m barely hanging on. It’s physical to say the least and I can’t wait to have a day off.

Saturday and Sunday will be garage sale days again. Monday’s new pictures are taken of the house, showcasing a new minimalist, streamlined and clean image. Tuesday the house goes back on the market with a open house for the next weekend.

It’s been weeks of hard work. Work that we caused ourselves acquiring all that stuff. I suggest having annual garage sales to get rid of excessive stuff instead of letting it collect. Perhaps you could adapt a one in, one out rule to keep things under control, and it might be even something I will have to do if moving into a tiny home.

Truth is that all that stuff here on earth we work so hard to buy and accumulate, does not mean a thing in the end. At the end of the day, people will be cleaning out our stuff, going through our stuff, figuring out what to do with all of our stuff. Stuff we accumulated over a lifetime. The only thing of value that remains are the memories and what we deposit into others. May we all learn to spend less time accumulating stuff and spend more time making memories.

Warrior Spirit

Original painting by me, titled Warrior Princess.

Have you ever met someone that exudes a warrior spirit? Someone that seems strong, resilient and resourceful in the eye of adversity?

Truth is….

behind every warrior princess and every fighter, lies a wounded inner child who had to find their way to attain that strength. You could say that they very much earned that status d these days when I meet someone like that, I can’t help but wonder what their story is.

Those warriors have endured tragedy, loss, pain, and life changing events. Be kind when you encounter one and let them guide you as a role model. Becoming that very fighter they had to reinvent themselves, rising from the ashes over and over again.

Love and light, shadow work and it’s many lessons

Today I feel like writing more about Shadow work . I’ve read something that sparked a thought in regards to my recent post about Love and light . I feel there is a connection between shadow work and love and light.

It is important to recognize that not everything is always love and light. Things can’t always go to plan, avoiding any and every possible challenge, 24/7. It just doesn’t work that way in real life. Having such an expectation that everything should always be roses, will actually set you back on this healing journey of coming into yourself, and home. You would face massive disappointments, because this journey does include you coming to terms and addressing some of the darkest aspects of yourself. It is about learning to balance your shadow self with love and light. To meet yourself with compassion and understanding when you don’t act as yourself or out of character. It is learning the deeper meanings and reasons as to why, to do the work, and release that energy and karma. Only then can you truly maximize the healing journey.

Being too far on either side causes imbalance and can be bad. It can instill fear and prevent you from doing the work necessary to connect to your highest good. Do not be afraid of the darkness, but instead embrace it, and understand it.

Sisu

Today’s new word is Sisu (n)

It stands for the extraordinary determination in the face of adversity.

May we all have prevail in the face of adversity and trust it to be one of our greatest teachers. I say embrace the pain, believe in it’s lesson and stay determined beyond measure. We got this and I believe in all of us.

Eucalyptus

I haven’t done a health segment in awhile and here is a quick and easy one we all can do and benefit from.

When you hang eucalyptus in the shower, the steam will activate the oils in eucalyptus to help with decongestion, headache, inflammation, stress, and muscle tightness.

At the gates of ancestral trauma – Now what?

My journey to ancestral healing started here.

https://rhapsodyboho.wordpress.com/2021/03/10/at-the-gates-of-ancestral-trauma-healing/

https://rhapsodyboho.wordpress.com/2021/03/12/at-the-gates-of-ancestral-trauma-shamanic-journey/

https://rhapsodyboho.wordpress.com/2021/03/16/at-the-gates-of-ancestral-trauma-the-chosen-one/

If you are interested how I arrived at this point, the links above, in order, will give you great insight about the process. In the last post I talked about the message I received from Dad, about being the chosen one and that it was always up to me to clear and heal our family’s ancestral trauma.

The message felt powerful and fitting, although initially it took me by surprise. After days of coming to terms with it and letting it settle with myself, I knew it was my duty, and “the call” that I heard days ago, truly integrated within myself. I knew I had to do it, and I knew it would not only heal my family line, but also myself. I wanted to do it. Now, days after the message and getting comfortable with the idea, I arrived at the “Now what” scenario. What would be my process and how would I approach doing this healing?

After sleeping on it and letting it sit, I trusted that the next step would reveal itself in due time and come forward without force. And indeed it did and what surfaced was a memory back to 2018 while Mom was in the nursing home already. Another incident form that time stands out as Mom became very sick and her lungs filled with water. She was on a respirator and could hardly breathe. One day when I was sitting next to her, she had extra difficulties catching her breath. Her earlobe was already turning blue and I rang for help. A male nurse came into the room, immediately noticing what was going on. He took Mom’s hand and proceeded with a soft tone to ask her some questions. “Oh, hello, I heard you are from the neighboring village. Did you live there all of your life?” It was things like that he was asking her and in the process of it he distracted Mom from the fear of not being able to breathe. It calmed her down and made her relax. Soon her skin tone returned to normal and the threat had subsided. He smiled and barely noticeably nodded at me, for I knew exactly what had just transpired. With a grateful smile I nodded back at him, forming my lips in a silent “thank you.”

It was obvious that Mom was still a little shaken once we were alone again. Without a doubt was it a scary few minutes for her and I could tell that nearly in tears she was still wrestling with what had just happened. It was in those short vulnerable moments that I took her hand and our eyes met in silence. I had the feeling that she wanted to say something and I gave her some time and space. Nothing and she remained silent, still baring that same look, fighting with herself to speak. And still she couldn’t and I felt a sadness creeping up realizing that she couldn’t jump over her shadow. This was not her strength and talking about feelings, appearing vulnerable and weak was not something she was comfortable with.

Sitting there in silence I finally asked her softly it there was something she wanted to say to me. Her eyes said yes, but not one word passed her lips. After giving her some time, I smiled at her and said the following…”It’s ok, because whether you tell me or you don’t, whether you verbalize it or remain in silence, it doesn’t really matter because I know what you want to say either way.” This time she nodded at me, grateful, relieved and thankful. I could tell that what I said restored some peace within her and put her at ease with herself and what was going on.

During my “Now what” moment this incident that transpired between Mom and me showed up and immediately I knew that a shamanic journey to meet Mom was in order. Living in the energetic now she knows that I have long forgiven her for the emotional neglect I felt as a child and even in my adulthood. I feel strongly about making this journey and going beyond her knowing of what’s in my heart. It needs to be spoken, which will heal my wound and trauma as well as hers.

To be continued…

Happy Easter

Look what the Easter bunny dragged in!!!

This little rascal and myself wanted to wish you a happy Easter and we are keeping it short today. The garage sale is still going on for the second day and the first day was sooo busy. We are tired but grateful and wish you a wonderful holiday. Oh and our healing is on as usual 7PM PCT.