Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is essential reality and our purpose on earth.
Category: Love
Little Sexy and Cute things to do today! ;) xoxo
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Here is a little extra today with a post from my friend at glitzyritzymommy.com. How could I pass this up? After all we are starting the new decade with some amazing new energy and here is a little fun to add.
In case you have never visited her blog, please be sure to stop by and say hi. You won’t regret it and she has a beautiful and amazing voice in our community. ❤️
Eternal / Unconditional Love
Eternal / Unconditional love, a forever home, a soul connection. We all want it and yet so few of us find it.
In order to make a relationship last, you really have to flow with a person as they change. We are not the same as we were ten years ago and we are constantly changing. There a choices and changes that happen all the time, and some of us might say that we have grown, while others may choose to stay in their comfort zone of the familiar and the known. This can become difficult within a relationship, and even cause separation when we don’t see eye to eye anymore.
How do we make it work?
Give them space. I recently heard of a couple that was together 60 years before she passed. Her husband said that throughout their time together his wife had changed so much that it felt like he had been with eight different people by the end. But he also said that the secret to making it last was that throughout all these changes, he never suffocated his wife with his own idea of who he expected her to be.
Rather he loved, fully, every woman she became. ❤️
A shamans insight
A shaman was asked:
What is poison?
-anything beyond what we need is poison. It can be power, laziness, food, ego, ambition, vanity, fear, anger, or whatever.
What is fear?
-non-acceptance of uncertainty. If we accept uncertainty, it becomes adventure.
What is envy?
-non-acceptance of good in the other. If we accept good, it becomes inspiration.
What is anger?
-non-acceptance of what is beyond our control. If we accept, it becomes tolerance.
What is hate?
-non-acceptance of people as they are. If we accept unconditionally, it becomes love.
The wounded Healer
Earlier this year I completed my level 1-2, Reiki master course. Since, I have taken a few other courses in energy healing, chakra tuning, and sound therapy. It’s common sense for everyone to tell you that practicing what you have learned is essential for things to bake, in other words to stick with you. Otherwise you would forget everything like you have never learned it.
From the very beginning it became apparent that I somehow adapted my own kind of healing concept. I went with the core essentials, such as scanning your own energy, connecting to source, setting the intentions, etc., but I also listened to my own intuition so I could incorporate what felt right to me. I guess you could say that I tuned in to what I was called to. What was important to me was to to use gift, what I have learned and to have the best intentions possible, while coming from a place of love.
Initially my head was too much in the logical world. Trying to remember the sequence of things, worrying about potentially forgetting a step, you name it. I was trying too hard and took it too seriously. It should be taken seriously, but there is a different sense of serious now, a different level of respect, that can only be fueled by love and compassion if you want to perform it at the highest level. The sessions given by me and the feedback received, was always powerful, and yet in hindsight I know that for myself there was something missing. Something I couldn’t have put my finger on until just recently. Now I know that I just simply wasn’t broken and wounded enough. I couldn’t have performed at that level, even though my soul already knew that I could. The mindset never even went there, because the mind wasn’t even aware of this level existing. So what changed?
I consider myself an empath, one that always had a great deal of compassion and insight for others. But that wasn’t enough I think. I have grown and I would lie if I said that the past month and Moms passing hasn’t been one of the most painful experiences one will ever endure. On an emotional pain level it is hard to categorize as there is nothing to compare it with.
I have learned at a whole different level that pain shapes us, and that something beautiful can emerge between the cracks if we allow it. The actual cracks are no scars, but beauty marks of our growth. Kind of like wrinkles and gray hair that many will despise as a nuisance and sign of getting older. Have you ever considered that it is a privilege denied to many? Our cracks are beautiful and allow your light from within to shine through.
I believe that every powerful healer has been through tremendous pain, or has to go through these experiences at some point. To be broken, falling apart, and left with a choice of how to put the pieces back together. Left behind with a decision of whether the cracks are a nuisance and bothersome, or a way to be worn proudly for they have shaped you into who you are. It takes great sorrow to appreciate happiness, darkness to see the light, and something so powerful to break you open to feel everything at a level like never before. There, in vulnerability and nakedness to the world, to the society around you, that has judged your every move, to the friends that have betrayed you and took name in ill will behind your back, right there it is time to answer…
Are you proud of who you are? Who’s drumbeat are you dancing to and do you have the courage to change your stars?
I discovered this difference in a recent healing session here in Germany. There were many subtle changes during the two hours spent, but what stands out the most is the mind stepping out of the way. It was present to observe but no longer interfered. The energy was so full of love and there were was no worry about missing a step, or wondering about what was next. We both felt it as we were overcome with these powerful emotions and deep in my heart I know that o have ascended, that I am on my way of being and embracing with love as compassion the wounded healer.
With love and gratitude
Please excuse my silence today, as I take another moment after the funeral and just be.
Thank you so much for all your kind thoughts and comments, your support and love through this difficult time. You lift my heart and I am filled with gratitude.
The human journey
The human journey is not to learn to love each other….
It is to learn to love ourselves
For once we learn to love ourselves, we will naturally love the reflections of ourselves.
~Karen Star
An art print musing
Picture taken from google
This picture itself was so powerful to me, I couldn’t help but to incorporate it into a blog post. It is full of life, in bloom, and it reminds me that we all are an essential part of this universe, this world. The paintings on the bodies may suggest plant matter, but to me it speaks of true love and the impact each one of us has on our environment, the earth. There are hues of calm blue where life is good, and fiery reds that need attention. I see a gaze into the windows of our soul, the eyes, a knowing, a certainty that it is often replaced when words become unnecessary. It is also then that the heart knows when the search is over.
No one like you
There is no one like you Mom, and I hope all daughters feel that way about their mothers. Today and any day. There is a special bond that connects us for all eternity, through thick and thin. Today on Mother’s Day it is not nearly enough to celebrate you and give thanks for all that you have done for me. I wouldn’t be here without you, but you have given me so much more than life. You are the strongest person I know and some things are hard for me to imagine on how you have managed to overcome them.
You were a hottie and hard to get until you finally agreed to give Dad a chance. I am so glad that I got to learn some of those stories while spending time with you last year. I never knew them before and the love you and Dad shared, was the love of soulmates. Last year brought us closer than ever, and I loved to laugh with you. It makes me wish and long for different circumstances, where you are able to walk and continue to live in your loved, familiar surroundings, but it isn’t so. Maybe this is yet to come, and it is our hopes and dreams that keep us alive. We need to continue to believe.
On this Mother’s Day I am happier than ever to be your daughter and I love you with all my heart. Thank you for being you, a young child that survived a war, the early loss of her husband, a life lived unselfish taking care of your parents, dedicated in many ways to your only child (me), living her life thousands of miles away from you. The impact of such has never been greater and more obvious to me. You have overcome incredible odds, immeasurable pain and heartache, and you are still here, my hero. I love you Mom and I miss you this very much, especially today.
Happy Mother’s Day to you and all the wonderful mothers out there. May your day be blessed and may you always know how much you are valued, appreciated and loved. Thank you for all you do …❤️🦋
A little love
After the longest travel day ever, I am back in the States. I felt a little something in my knitted socks that I was wearing and finally had a look. Looks like Mom gave me a little extra love for the journey with this matted little fuzz ball heart at the bottom of my socks.
Please forgive the slow response to comments and posts, as well as not sharing too many details at the moment. I am simply exhausted and overwhelmed at the moment, and need to take care of myself first for a few days. I love you all….
