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A Zen Moment

These were the actual colors of a sunset I got to see last year. I was lucky enough to witness it’s glory, and the timing was perfectly synchronized as I was driving home from work. A little earlier or minutes later, and I could have easily missed it, but luckily not so, and the universe saved a little magic for me that day.

This morning a reminder of such memory flashed on my Facebook account and the sight captured my heart just like it did the first time. Of course seeing it in person was magnified and even better, but this picture comes pretty close and is worth sharing. What stands out from looking at it besides the beauty of the sheer sight, was the way it made me feel.

It was a while ago that a interest sparked about Buddhism. I related to many of the beliefs and teachings, the way of being and a way of life. I believed in Nirvana, of changing my stars and my way of thinking. To be optimistic and always keep hope alive. To believe in the good of all mankind and to only judge when proven guilty. And not even then most of the time, as judgement is not for me and we often don’t know all the reasons to accurately form an opinion or judge someone’s behavior. I started to believe in each other, that we all have something to bring to the table. Those foundations had always been within me, but were ready to reach new depths. I had already found my still in Mother Nature, but my senses to see and hear deepened. I witnessed more of the simple things, a flower, wildlife, clouds, rocks, branches and other things that could be a part of some sort of project that would magically come together at a time it was meant to reveal it self. It always did, and most of the time I didn’t know why I felt so compelled to collect something until a later time when a beautiful project came full turn as if the piece was always meant for it. I was always tickled pink and overcome with joy when it happened. To create something with my own hands, no matter how simple it might have been. I already felt guided back then, guided to pick up that piece, somehow knowing that I would need it later.

I became more still within at that time. I felt more relaxed and more at peace, although life with all its troubles and curve balls remained the same. I know that I was going through the various steps of spiritual awakening, and the one I enjoyed the most was the third step and the journey of discovery. (I’ve wrote about all the steps under the tag of spiritual awakening, just in case you care to read how they applied to me). It was quite the journey and each step brought special meaning. My perception had changed already and I was seeing and hearing things other couldn’t. I seemed to be more in tune, and was seeking to understand the why’s and what had happened.

It is hard to put into words, but having arrived at this kind of attention and being in tune with my surroundings is something I’m very grateful for. It gives me the greatest pleasures to witness those things. To be able to pause and take a moment without being so caught up that I wold rush by and miss the moment. I’m grateful that these things have become a priority in my life and that they bring so mich bliss and joy. That my mind constantly searches for such moments, whether it be signs from my spirit animals, Mother Nature with its beauty or even oracle cards and tarot. That I’m ok with that they are different than what most others would consider exciting and that I’m not afraid to stand up for their meaning, even if it means that I have to stand alone. Yep, I think that trees are beautiful and magnificent.

Being able to witness this beautiful sunset was such a Zen moment for me and here is what the dictionary has to say about Zen.

Zen = relaxed and not worrying about things that you cannot change.

A form of Buddhism, originally developed in Japan, that emphasizes that religious knowledge is achieved through emptying the mind of thoughts and giving attention to only one thing, rather than by reading religious writing.

Giving attention to just one thing is we’re I found my Zen and where my peace was finally found. It was then that the load became lighter although the struggles stayed the same and didn’t just magically disappeared. I believe it was a major shift in how I see the world, my experiences, the tests and lessons, the good and the not so good, the simplicity’s that bring the greatest joy and the more is less concept these days. I’m grateful for that experience and for falling in love with a tree, a beautiful flower, a little critter and sometimes a magical sunset. I’m grateful to be a dreamer at heart.


We are the co-creators of our life and the time is now. More than ever are we needed to support Mother Earth and each other. Together we discover and explore our unique gifts in times of strengths, in times we lean on each other, and in times when we learn from each other. This blog started as an outlet and what I ultimately called my “Warriors Journey.” It was a way to document the ups and downs of my life, sharing my hardships as well as my successes. It showcased the struggles, but more important the ways of how to overcome them. Although we are warriors each and every day, I realized that having to be a warrior, comes from a place of pain. I decided to rename this blog, and “Phoenix Rising” now stands for the story of overcoming such a painful place. My motivation for this blog hasn’t changed and I hope to share inspiration and hope, to create a sense of belonging, a space of being heard, and connecting with like minded beings who instill a sense of oneness. We are never alone, and we are unstoppable in the pursuit of what sets our soul on fire. Who I am in a nutshell... 
I am an energy healer and Reiki Master. I am surviving a chronic disease that I’ve sent into remission three times since my initial bout, 15 years ago. I continuously challenge the status quo and by doing so I change my stars. I am a believer that anything is possible. I am a hopeless romantic and I believe that true love exists on various levels. I am an optimist that will always see the glass as half full. I am a dreamer, believing in endless possibilities. Not even the sky is the limit. I have jumped off of the hamster wheel, and I am writing a new chapter. I am chasing my Nirvana to support my most authentic self. This is my story, I am that Phoenix and I am rising from the ashes. Namaste 🙏🏼💙🦋

12 thoughts on “A Zen Moment

  1. I agree with you that everything lives in synchronicity, it’s just that most of us don’t see it as we focus more on our daily lives.
    I too look around, enjoy seeing these beauties that God created and I know that everything has a purpose. Most of all for us. This moment of peace drowns me whenever i think that God maintains everything in order for our well being. I feel happy, free from worries whenever i see as you say “mother nature”.

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    1. I think you mean caught up in our daily lives and the rut of it 😉. I could easily be too because life is always busy, hectic and as you know I’m not one without problems, but I think it is also about making a conscious effort to. Real that cycle of it is important enough. Much love my friend. Xo

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  2. I love your phrase, “Judgement is not for me.” Too true, I feel the same.
    You are a shamanic mesa carrier – those objects you collect are part of your power. Check it out (when you have wifi access). I did write a blog post about how I realised I was carrying a mesa bundle once, called ‘Accidental Shaman.’
    That’s why so many people love reading your posts, the honesty, purity and grace of your soul journey is so beautifully expressed. We are all honoured to vicariously share your transformative journey. (I wonder if you are truly aware of the beauteous gift you are giving humanity through your writing?)
    I’m going to check out your spiritual awakening tags. That sunset? Wow. I’ve seen some amazing skies in my time, but I cannot now recall anything as amazing as that picture represents, I wish I was there. It makes me want to paint it.

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    1. This is so so intriguing to me and I feel a hunger to learn more. I loved your post and how it all came to be. Isn’t it amazing? You have such a gift and I’ve long been interested in the shamanic journey and learning more.
      Thank you again for your kind words. I think you are right, and although it is a wish to share this journey in the hopes to bring something to others that might help in their struggles, I don’t think I know to what extend it does. I’m a humble person, but I hold myself to high standards. I know what I’m capable of and I’m confident, yet I don’t brag or push myself into the limelight often. It brings me great joy however of someone can find something between those lines I publish and I hope they bring motivation and sense of not being alone. Thank you son much my kind soul. Xo ❤️

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      1. I guess that’s true for all of us, when we do the things we do whilst living our truth, with love and peace in our hearts and with integrity, it’s bound to touch and contribute to other people’s lives, we don’t need to know really, we are all supporting each other if we live this way, all the time. I am so bowled over by the way you express yourself, though, and I can see the positive impact it has on others as well as myself. When a person has as little ego as yourself, pointing it out can offer a boost when days are bringing their challenges, I hope. I am most glad you can take this small gift with the purity with which is it meant.

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      2. Haha I always look at my expressing ways as the most basic form of simple since English is my second language. But I try to write from the heart and I guess it is where the sincerity comes from. It’s also the same advise I have given to new bloggers. How could you ever be wrong if you write with conviction and the purity of your heart.
        Thank you as always for your kind words Amanda. Hugs

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  3. I keep completely forgetting you are not born to the English language, but then, I know a few people for whom English is a second language and who speak and write it far better than the natives who grew up with it! Like me. I’m in awe of people who can speak more than one language. My husband’s first language is German, I tried to learn to be able to talk to his grandmother and all I came away with is “Ein stuck schwartz-welde-kirche-torte, bitter”! (sorry about the spelling.)

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