Posted in Freedom, Journey, Life

Your Goblin’s origin and purpose

You might know that I am a bit of a bookworm. Books, do some just a means or boring, filled with their own personal notes an marked, bent corners to indicate the spot left off, to me they have such a higher, much more profound meaning. I treat them just like I would treat a most priced treasure, and let’s just summarize it and say they are important to me. At least the ones that have remained after my enormous downsize last year.

It’s strange considering that I don’t read all the time and yet it’s not all that uncommon that I started a few books at the same time, but never finished them. The subject has to grab me and be relevant to where I find myself in my own journey. I have brought a book with me to Germany and it is a book that accompanied me to Germany once before and which I never finished. It is called “The Map’ by Colette Baron-Reid and I think, just like I did before, that it is relevant to my journey now. Sometimes I wonder if not finishing a book the first time, if perhaps I was barely knocking on the door and the info was reserved for a later time, when it would benefit me the most. I often stumble about titles that call me, but seldom is it that exact timing of when I should read it. In due time the true meaning and purpose is always revealed and I just go with my gut on these things now. One of the things “The Map” talks about is the Goblin and I am ready to claim a few bones. Perhaps you will be too after reading this or at least become aware of your shaky structure and incomplete skeleton makeup. Here is a little excerpt of it.

Goblins are a different, more grotesque variety of gnomes. They are known to be playful, but at other times they are evil and their tricks could seriously harm people. A goblin smile curdles the blood and a laugh sours the milk and causes fruit to fall from the trees. They pester humans in a number of ways, such as hiding small objects, tipping over pails of milk and altering signposts…They have no homes and usually live in mossy clefts in rocks and roots of ancient trees, although they never stay very long in the same place. ~Micha F. Lindemans

Your Goblins origin and purpose: Every goblin has a birthday. He was born the day you were wounded. As he sprang froth from your pain, he grabbed a bone from you and ran away with it. Maybe this bone was your innocence, or your ability to trust others. It might have been your confidence, sense of self-worth, or ability to speak your truth. Whatever it was you lost or were about to claim on that day, think of it as a bone that is hidden on the island of Broken Dreams. You won’t be able to heal the wound created when that Goblin was born until you reclaim your bone and incorporate it into yourself. The Goblin will do his best to stop you, but spirit will help you.

Posted in Empowerment, Freedom, Journey

A huge weight lifted

It was indeed during my time when I was sick as a dog that I decided to streamline my journey. What was initially perceived as running behind and causing me a great deal of panic, not affording the time for being sick, turned as my perspective shifted and actually brought a great deal of comfort. Ten cartons were sealed and the eleventh still stood in the living room, nearly ready to be sealed. The contents of box number ten were still fresh in my mind while I decided to reopen the other nine boxes once more and comb through the content to see what I could eliminate. There were lots of things that would be nice to have, surely, but it would it be worth it to pay the heavy shipping cost? Was my heart truly set on a family heirloom or was it just stuff that would be cool to have? Especially the electronic pieces with different plugs and different voltages to content with.

Going through all nine Kartons was the first thing I did once I got better and returned back to the living. I eliminated, repacked and resealed each box. The relief that came with it was immense and something that changed everything. Arriving at the conclusion, saying to myself “how much do you really want to take, is it really worth paying that kind of money for a coffee grinder that you can buy ten times over for what it costs to ship and are you still on the path of minimizing your life or are you adding unnecessary weight again? Once I’ve asked myself these question and answered hin stay in accordance, the decision was easy. I felt so relieved, having finally arrived at the conclusion “hey, I’m done.” Mostly at least and while there is still stuff to be done, I have given myself a little breathing room to dedicate myself to other things that are important. I’m still working and I hope to finalize a video call with a moving company either late this week or the beginning of next to nail down a date and final offer. I feels surreal that I actually did it, that I managed and that I am nearing the end. There is quite a sense of relief p, a weight that has been lifted, but there is also more time for the emotional that sneaks in from time to time. What it has brought is a keen sense of awareness. A sense of making time and giving way to every feeling that must be acknowledged and processed. I have grown in my time here and I am truly claiming my power with panther spirit this month.

Posted in Freedom, Health, Inspiration

Re-wilding for Humans

You have seen the survivor shows on TV and what to do if you were stranded in the wild, but seriously, how would you stack up if you were dropped off into the wilderness for 30 days without food, water and shelter? If you had to forage with no phone signal and the internet to research edible plants. As most of the modern population, we’d probably be petrified and without a clue, including myself. We simple don’t have the skills to survive on our own and we have become dependent.

Even exercising has moved mainly to indoor facilities and there is definite disconnect between ourselves and the wild…Mother Nature. There is no doubt that times have changed and the Industrial Age, as well as the technology age have made life much easier for us. Everything is at our fingertips, yet we have become dependent, domesticated, unable to fend for ourselves. And while we think that life is much simples for us, while we couldn’t imagine how our ancestors lived not even that long ago, we lay the prize and it’s label is called our health.

So how do we re-wild ourselves? No, we don’t need to live in caves, we don’t have to give up our modern conveniences, but we have to seek balance and that balance for example might require us to give up some of our time spent on technology devices. It can be as simple as going for a walk on your lunch break. Here are a few more things to consider to tip the balance and be more in tune with your “wild.”

Join a foraging class or take an herbalism course that will teach you further how to identify plants and their healing benefits.

Turn off your gadgets and simply unplug. Listen to the silence and feel the bliss growing within.

Balance your circadian rhythm and follow a schedule for bedtime and rising with the sun.

Take a roadtrip and go camping. Feeling the earth beneath you while spending time getting plenty of vitamin D and fresh air.

Walk barefoot for 30 minutes a day and ground yourself with the earth for many benefits such as better sleep, stress reduction and reducing inflammation.

Gardening and putting your hands into the soil has similar health properties.

How about taking your exercise routine outdoors?

Spend time naked…here is a fun one that might need a little extra planning 🙂

Dance freely. Shake and shimmy your body.

Sit beneath a tree and just listen. And if you feel inclined give it a giant Hug.

Notice the animals around you.

I believe there is something to choose for all of us to impact our life for the better. What are we waiting on? I think a little structure and daily reminders might help make a difference. Stay tuned as ideas are starting to enter my mind about how we can do a better job of that.

Posted in Freedom, Independence

Freedom revisited

Happy Birthday America

Today, we are celebrating Independence Day, and I can’t help myself but to feel the meaning of freedom just little more in depth these days. Perhaps it has become more personal in my circumstances. There is a different meaning and choices are waiting to be made. Choices on how I will use this new kind of freedom I have encountered. On how I will apply it towards the future. Up until now it’s been more of a survival mode, making it through each day, dealing with chronic pain and a heatwave. I realize that I am in this position for the very first time in my life. To make choices and decisions, armed with the wisdom and knowledge I have now. Surely I have always been a co-creator, to create the life I see fit for myself, but I also realize that this is new territory. That it has never been at this level and that the freedom to fully create the future has always been limited. It is now that I don’t see myself as a co-creator any longer but the sole creator of what’s to come. And yet I am learning that there are trade offs. Just like our horse spirit for July is forecasting, I have free reign, free will, free power of choice and it’s up to me. “Freedom is yours” it said.

Posted in Freedom, Heros’s, History

MLK – American hero

As we remember and honor the memory of Martin Luther King, his words ring across space and are timeless. There is a truth, a truth louder than ever, a truth for this very moment.

MLK speech from the Nobel Prize acceptance

“I refuse the idea that the “isness” of man’s present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the eternal “outness” that forever confronts him.

I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsam and jetsam in the River of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him.

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.

I refuse to accept the cynical notion that nation after nation must spiral down a militaristic stairway into the hell of thermonuclear destruction.

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant.

I believe that even amid today’s mortar bursts and whining bullets, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow. I believe that wounded justice, lying on the blood flowing streets of our nations, can be lifted from this dust of shame to reign supreme among the children of men.

I have the audacity to believe that people everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for the it minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits.

I believe that what self-centered men have torn down, other-centered men can build up. I still believe that one day mankind will bow before the altars of God and be crowned triumphant over war and bloodshed, and nonviolent redemptive good will proclaim the rule of the land.

This faith can give us courage to face the uncertainties of the future. It will give our tired feet new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city of freedom.

When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds and our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, we will know that we are living in the creative turmoil of a genuine civilization struggling to be born.”

Posted in Freedom, Life

The art of letting go

When the going get’s tough, the tough adjusts. Yeah, I did make that up.

With my recent case of Lypophrenia, I felt it was the perfect opportunity to metaphorically shed some of the weight. Not in the sense of body weight, but in the sense of material possessions.

How long ago had I started this process of lightening my load? From time to time a Facebook memory flashed, reminding me of “less is more” and my desire of becoming a minimalist. Not giving too much weight to material bliss and living modestly. Soon I was reminded that in all actuality it had been years since I started this process. Sometimes the process was tackled with more gusto and other times it would quietly linger in the sidelines, flexing to whatever else was going on at the time. But it was always there, ever playing all it’s various roles.

Sometimes it would commence mentally, and other times in the physical sense, always sharing similarities along the process. How long had I told the same truths to friends and families? Either way, they must have thought I am either a very slow worker or procrastinator at the finest. It doesn’t really matter. I am doing “me” and I’m doing it the beat I can.

Since my recent case of blues was a mental one, it was time to attack the issue in the physical sense and weed out more of the old. I wasn’t in any major pain that would keep me from it. I succeeded to summon my energy and overcome the chronic fatigue I have to fight on a daily basis. And yeah, auto immune diseases suck.

Slowly I entered my closet and stood for a moment. How many times had I gone through it already? How many times had I gone through every drawer, slowly removing one piece at a time for various reasons, donating one giant lawn bag full of stuff after another. First because it no longer fit me, second because one too many washings had taken an unkind toll, third because I had outgrown my own style, fourth because I couldn’t actually remember when I wore it the last time. And so on, I’m sure there are a few more reasons I could come up with.

A similar concept had been applied to the rest of the house, carefully weighing each object, considering how long I had it, whether it still brought me joy, whether I was going to allow it to collect dust once more, or whether I will ever have a use for it. I probably will as soon as I discard it, ha. I take that chance.

It’s been a liberating process but also one that has to be learned. I’d be easily done, could I have gotten rid of everything on the first attempt, but this wasn’t the case. I held on to the memories, the past, the decision I once made long ago to acquire a particular piece. In the end it boiled down to realizing that I, myself, was no longer the same person I was when I originally purchased it. I held on to something that no longer served my purpose. And what I achieved by doing so was that it only weighed me down in the process of it.

I had to learn that there is an art to letting go and timing is a big stake holder. When the timing is wrong, you will always find the excuses to cling, but when the timing is right, you are set up to embrace the new and make changes. Not only on the material sense but with everything in life. When you let go of the old, the new can enter. When you let go of the past, your future will begin to flourish. When you let go of anger, peace will enter your heart. When you let go of the need to control, life will become a lot less stressful. When you let go of the desire to please everyone, you will allow your true authentic self to emerge. When you let go of fear, your mind becomes clearer. You will experience more joy and a sense of fulfillment and content. All this has to be learned and it all boils down to the art of letting go.

Posted in Freedom, Inspiration, Life

All Freedom Mile’s have bad chapters

It was on my Birthday trip that I saw this message written on the small path I hiked that evening. As a believer in signs and messages finding us at any given time, I knew that this was no ordinary moment. I just didn’t quite understood at the time what it was referring to. I do now and today I see it as a message of progress in becoming more and more who I am meant to be. I see it as leaving the old behind, of becoming free from the shackles that bind us. Liberated from the things that hold us back, the people that don’t get us or put us down, and the old programming that no longer applies. It’s constant progress and it is happening.

It could be anything that leads to your freedom mile. Perhaps it’s financial independence or leaving behind a job that sucks the life out of you. Maybe you are leaving behind a abusive or toxic relationship, maybe it’s just a matter of moving on. Each freedom mile is unique, different and very personal. And it’s painful and ugly at first, but trust me when I tell you that you will be rewarded in ways never imaginable if you stay the course.

So please understand this;

Bad chapters can still create great stories. Wrong paths can still lead to right places. Failed dreams can still create successful people, and sometimes it takes losing yourself to find yourself.

You can’t go wrong and perhaps every negative experience only makes you stronger. Strong enough to walk your “Freedom Mile.”

Chin up, it’s worth the effort.

Posted in Culture, Freedom, History

Happy birthday America

July 4th, celebration of Independence Day here in the United States. It is said to be the land of the free with endless possibilities. If you can dream it, you can do it here most likely easier than any other place on earth, and the resources available will support you in the building and the reality of making your dreams come true.

America, where much of the landscape is still wild with a vast wilderness and a beauty that is majestic and takes your breath away. Where wild horses run free and the Wild West still exists. A land of glaciers and where the world erupts in volcanic hardship, leaving behind its own kind of beauty born from within it’s struggle. Where you can drive hours and hours and feel the wind in your hair with a sense of adventure and a feeling that makes your heart beat faster. A land that is getting faster and faster, catering to the convenience of a increasingly rushed society. America, land of oceans and mountains, deserts and wetlands, animals and spirits.

A land full of entrepreneurial spirit where it is possible to be anything you want. Where the Statue of Liberty stands guard to remind us of what’s important, what this country was build on, and what we should never forget. A land and melting pot uniting many cultures, talents and races with the hope to understand and respect one another and to be truly diverse and unique. A land where freedom rings.

America, rich in resources and fertile soil, where we have more food than we need and where poverty should not exist. And yet with every positive there also come challenges that this still fairly young country has yet to figure out and determine for what it really wants to be known for.

I am not going into political views as I sit here paying homage to the country that has been my home for the past 30+ years and which I have come to love. I debate what can be said on this holiday, this Independence Day that all of a sudden doesn’t feel so independent. What can be said about the current pandemic that has changed the dynamics and the lives of millions. I feel somewhat sad as I prepare for the aftermath when millions gather for what should be a joyous event to celebrate Independence Day and America’s birthday. I don’t want to turn on the news to hear about the spikes in corona virus cases as the many, proud to be an American, throw their independence and all cautions to the wind while a deadly virus sweeps through the land! Maybe I am the party popper, but many can’t see wearing a mask as a means of protecting ourselves and each other, and instead protest and complain, feeling that their rights are taken away! Personally I think that we are sending a message that doesn’t seem very smart, while other countries who have followed the guidelines have a much better handle on the pandemic.

An article from 2006 outlines what makes America so great and I can’t help compare it to now.

  • America’s good life for the ordinary guy
  • Equality
  • The pursuit of happiness
  • The ethics of work
  • Religious liberty
  • Ideals and interests
  • America’s virtue of being the freest nation on earth
In closing I say “Happy birthday America. I believe in you and I know you got what it takes to be truly great. You are a land of so many amazing things and potentials. You are a land of great promise and hope. This is your time to determine what message you really want to send. 2006 and what America was known for sounds like a great start. Happy 4th of July everyone, please be responsible so we can end this, and please stay safe.
Posted in Freedom, Photography

Freedom Water-tower

A freedom message from a water tower in Reno Nevada

Freedom…

The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without restraint or hinderance.

Absence of subjection to foreign domination or despotic government.

The state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.