Posted in Art, Backpacking, Inspiration, Journey

Youniqua progress

Recently I introduced you to Youniqua and some of my future plans. My mind has been working overtime, on how to combine my crafts and hobbies with Energy Healing, Reiki and Sound Therapy.

This year I have successfully completed my Reiki Master degree, certified in the 7 Chakras and complete Energy Body, have studied Energy Healing and certified as a Group Sound Bath and Ceremony Master. I have my eye on a couple more courses and will incorporate color and crystal therapy into Reiki and energy healing. I am currently checking my options on creating a space where I can offer and practice those healing modalities. I even went as far as playing with the thought of a “She Shed” in my backyard that would accommodate healing sessions. This will be unlikely and would only be possible if I planned on staying in this house. It’s complicated…

I’ve also been busy working on my Etsy shop and there is much to do and figure out. I almost have enough listings to open the shop, but I’m not ready yet. Store policies are waiting to be written and international shipping still leaves me a bit in the unknown on how it will come together. Plus I have only listed one type of item so far which will be my Notebook / Sketchbook and need to add diversity and write product descriptions. I am planning on being so much more than a notebook shop. But here is a preview of what the journals look like and what I got. I can’t wait for your feedback. What do you think?

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Posted in Empath, Inspiration

Taking care

Here is a message from the tiny Buddha that is relevant for all of us at some point. We all have given so much and sometimes more of ourselves then possible, by caring about others. This includes putting ourselves last in the process of it.

We have given to a point that has left us feeling exhausted and worn. To a point that made us so tired and even overwhelmed at times. Mentally drained, it’s a feeling as if the life was literally sucked out of you. There are times we try so hard to help another that we forget and not immediately realize the toll it can have on us.

This is a reminder to do the best you can to keep a healthy balance. For it is an admirable thing that your heart is so big and loves to help whenever it can, but it also needs love and tender care and can’t give all the time. Sometimes you have to listen inward and tend to your own needs. Not because you don’t want to help, but because you are no help to anyone unless you are well yourself.

How do you do that, especially if you are an empath? I know, your compassion is so great and you care so very deeply, aren’t you. How could you not! It’s the core of your big heart and all it has ever known. As an empath you absorb the energies around you, through the people you engage with and the situations you find ourselves in. Being compassionate and helpful is a given for an empath, but taking on and owning the energies that don’t really belong to us is something to be learned and to be separated. Bringing awareness to why you feel drained will help you determine if it is your energy or the result from encountering a situation or someone else’s low. Awareness of your thoughts and emotions are the key to the power of now and will help you separate these highs and lows.

Namaste 🙏🏼

Posted in Art, Crafting

Alcohol Inks

It’s been recent that I got involved with alcohol inks as a friend asked me if I had heard of them. I was immediately intrigued, having taught myself quite a few new crafts this year. Needless to say, I checked it out and invested in the minimum required materials needed. It’s been an experiment and challenge ever since. I made mistakes and discovered some welcome techniques because of it. It reminds me that there are really no wrongs and rights in art and that mistakes can lead to beautiful discoveries.

I am currently working on stocking my Etsy shop, I hope to open soon. I have some things listed in there right now including alcohol inks. The above will be available as an art print, but will ultimately turn into a journal, notebook, sketchbook.

Stay tuned….❤️

Posted in Heros’s, Men, Warriors

In honor of “YOU”

Reading these words, I felt a deep meaning touch my soul. I felt the need to compose this post and pay my respects. We focus so much on women being treated fairly, women rising from the ashes and achieving amazing things. Women who have been the underdog and fought unimaginable battles. Women so strong and inspiring that we are left in awe, feeling admiration as well motivation pulse through our veins. Women who become our roles models and thriving force in keeping us going. I see and hear you all. I honor your strengths and you know how I feel about you, but this post is not about you, my beloveds.

This post is about equally strong men who choose to walk the path less traveled every day, doing the right thing, and choosing for themselves. I see your courage to fight the battle, to stand alone and to keep going anyways. I see your scars of a sometimes cruel society and an unfair life. I see your hurt and the need for you to hide your feelings because it is expected of you, because you are a man. Yet it is so much more meaningful and authentic for you to show these emotions as well and lean on your warrior queens at times. This one is for you and may you always know how much you mean.

First of all, thank you for being.

“Here’s to the men who are learning to get themselves out of the way.

Here’s to the men holding space for those around them.

Here’s to the men who are facing their darkest selves.

Here’s to the men who are facing their light within.

Here’s to the men who each day test themselves to build resilience in a society that has gone soft.

Here’s to the men who admit to their mistakes.

Here’s to the men showing love to their inner child, therein addressing issues of anger and anxiety.

Here’s to the men who are battling and overcoming an internal war each day that no one else can understand.

Here’s to the men who are actively staying grounded.

Here’s to the men who take pride in their masculinity and express it in times of fun and in times of need.

Here’s to the men who understand the importance of physical exertion for their mental well-being.

Here’s to the men standing up to the ego influenced bullying and possession by other men.

Here’s to the men who will not be dictated to by opinion.

Here’s to the men who express their emotions and aggression on one hand and their love and compassion on the other, doing so with conscious thought.

Here’s to the men who are breaking negative patterns of behaviour handed down before them from generation to generation.

Here’s to the men dealing with the trauma placed upon them and learning from those lessons.

Here’s to the men who are forging their own identity in a time of mixed messages from the world around them.

Here’s to the men standing firm in their vulnerability as old paradigms slip away.

Here’s to the men who move with their passions and interests.

Here’s to the men keeping their rationality in times of turmoil.

Here’s to the men who are unlearning what they have learnt.

Here’s to the men who do give a fuck.

Honouring the sister’s who are supporting.

Honouring the work it takes from both men and women to create a better society.

Honouring all involved!

Aho!”~

~Vina Von Bliss

Posted in Inspiration, Life lessons

You are not late

Some people finish college and start their careers at age 22, only to find themselves unhappy and starting over when they are 35. I know a thing or two about that and my career, climbing to the top and being financially stable only brought me stress, minimal freedom, being always on the clock and ultimately an autoimmune disease. I had it all and in the end learned that I really need very little and that less is more. The more you have and the bigger your responsibility grows, remember that the burden and the weight on your shoulders also grows and gets heavier and heavier, weighing you down and leaving you crippled.

Others start working a minimum wage job at age 16 and work their way up the company ladder, retiring happily at age 50. Some people get married at age 25 only to divorce at age 27. Others marry when they are 50 and spend 40 years with their soulmate. Some women are ridiculed for becoming teen moms but end up living to meet their great great grandchildren. Other women get pregnant at 40 and are ridiculed for putting their unborn child at risk.

There is no “right” way to do life. There are no timelines. You are not late. You are exactly where you should be. And if you don’t like where you are at the moment, know that this too shall pass and that you always have a choice to change your stars, no matter how impossible it may seem. Learn your lesson from this situation and have a one on one chat with yourself. Your soul already knows the path. Listen and surrender. It’s easier than you think once you put the ego into check.

Best wishes and much love always. 🙏🏼❤️

Posted in Inspiration, Life

Owning it

Own it…

Own the fact that you are different.

Own that you are a deep feeler and thinker.

Own that you’re tuned into a different frequency.

Own the fact that you sense things others don’t.

Own the fact that you want to talk about angels, energy, miracles and spirituality.

Own that you’re done having meaningless conversations.

Own that you’re done holding yourself back.

Own that you crave freedom to feel the now.

It’s ok if your family don’t get you. It’s ok if your friends don’t join you. It’s ok if the world judges you. It’s ok that you want to dance barefoot upon the earth and endlessly gaze at the stars. It’s ok to cry over sunsets and chase moonbeams. It’s wonderful in fact. It’s beautiful. You have come a long way to be who you are. So own it. Own all of it. Love all of you. The world needs you to be exactly as you are. You hold the balance in this crazy world.

~Eryka Stanton ❤️

Posted in Healing, Inspiration, Life

The old healer to the soul

It’s not your back that hurts, but the burden.

It’s not your eyes that hurt, but injustice.

It’s not your head that hurts, it’s your thoughts.

Not the throat, but what you don’t express or say with anger.

Not the stomach hurts, but what the soul does not digest.

It’s not the liver that hurts, it’s the anger.

It’s not your heart that hurts, but love.

And it is love itself that contains the most powerful medicine.

~unknown

Posted in Hiking, Mother nature, Mountains

Eastern Brooks Lakes

Picture from my recent road trip.

After a few hours driving south we ended in Little Lakes Valley, near Bishop, California. It’s a beautiful little slice of heaven filled with mountains and alpine lakes at high altitude. I always struggle at first, trying to adjust to the thinner air of high elevation. I just can’t get the air all the way down into my lungs, and most times a slight headache accompanies the first few hours.

The hike to Brooks Lakes was short with a grade that moderately climbed up and away. Although I still had to work at it and broke a sweat, taking in short, quick breaths while my head was pounding, I’d say it was a good trail to get accustomed with. Especially if you only have a limited amount of time like in our case since we had been driving a good part of the the day. Did I mention the days are already getting shorter and it gets darker earlier? Sigh…,

A highlight was that we had the place all to ourselves and saw a brown weasel hunt, jumping up and through a tree without any effort, right in front of us. What a great and unusual animal sighting. And check out those mountains in the background. Small looking from the distance but 13.000 + feet tall.

Posted in Life, Life lessons, Mom

Take the call

Seeing this photo the other day hit home for me and it must be a lesson I have not quite learned yet. They say that it is the reason as to why the same lessons repeat. I’ve had so many examples where I should have learned the lesson that tomorrow is not guaranteed. And while I know it and believe in this very statement, missed opportunities still happen and this reminder surfaces once more.

Years ago a great friend passed away, leaving me feeling that things were left unexpressed. I should have told him every opportunity I got how much his friendship meant. I missed the chance to do it as much as I would have loved to.

Another friend passed. We kept putting off getting together until it was too late. Once again the lesson should have been learned, and now the chances are gone.

It’s been getting more and more difficult to talk to Mom. It is clear that she expects me to bring her home, away from the nursing home. Cheering her up has become a battle I feel I lose more times these days and it’s not as easy anymore. I have no answers for her and know that I can’t tell her what she wants to hear. And sometimes I simply don’t have the energy, and dealing with myself, pulling myself out of the rut is a struggle. There are still days I struggle, although I have gotten much better health wise. I am still clawing my way back to a life I envision, a life healthy, able to do the things that may not even be possible anymore. Is it that I just haven’t realized and recognized it as wishful thinking? Something inside of me is not ready to believe that yet and we all feel a bit low at times. I have to remember how far I have come already. And keep going…

It was last Wednesday I last talked to Mom. She complained about the heat and the room being so warm, having trouble sleeping and not being able to breath. She always blames her stay in the nursing home, stating that she can’t get well in those surroundings. She never acknowledges that she almost died several times being in her own home, but alone with nobody noticing immediately when something isn’t right. I thought her complaints may still had something to do with her recent hospital stay and the water retention in her body. She didn’t believe that this was the case. After much silence during our FaceTime session, not able to make her promises and watching her go through all the motions of discontent, we said our goodbyes. Casually, almost relieved for the tense moments to be left behind. Friday would be the next day we’d talk again.

Friday morning a message arrived that Mom was back in the hospital. A hospital much further away that would make visiting difficult and not as easy as it has been before. Mom is at a special skin care clinic and apparently her legs are not good again with the wounds are not healing. She had so much water that the skin in her legs which is paper thin burst open. It’s simple awful and can cause infections. Also he Diabetes is not helping to heal these wounds in a timely manner. Because of it she has lost two toes already.

I’m sure she has her iPad but she won’t know how to hook up to the hospitals wifi and so I haven’t talked to her since Wednesday. Strange how quick things can change and how now I wished I had that awkward conversation with her. I would at least be able to see her and that message above hugs home once more.