The Emotional Holiday Season …

“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us…” -Joseph Campbell

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As we travel through this month and the holiday season, and any celebrations that we join together as a family there is a silence where death has stumbled into our lives. Stumbled because some are unexpected while others are simply unbelievable.

It is these moments where we have to rise up. Our hearts shatter and we crumble at the moment a loved one is no longer visible. We just cannot fathom life without them. We grieve, cry and mourn that they are gone in sporadic episodes of deep longing. Many have even grieved a loss for years.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart…” – Helen Keller

I always wonder why we do not remember the life they have lived? Some lives can be abusive in many forms, filled with regret and addictions but we loved them – did we not? The memories of yesterday can be filled with a smile at the mention of their name today if we search through to the end result and discover the love we felt for them yesterday. It is in acknowledging our pain with love that lets our loved one rest in peace.

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Losing a child has to be the hardest no matter how old we are; parents, spouses, family members, friends, pets and people who traveled through our lives are gone, and we fill with pain. We are told this is the cycle of life but it hurts unbearably.

I believe there is a reason for everything that happens in life. During challenging times I choose to wonder what the reason could be for this happening in my life? What is the lesson for me? No one can control when life moves on, we can only choose how we react to our loss. The veil is right in front of us; so close but yet so far it seems. Out of sight is the greatest of pain we experience as a society.

“The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today…”  – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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I have read about the contracts we create with each other and how with free will we can genuinely make a difference of our time here.

Can it be we choose …

  • dis-ease, suicide, car accidents, terrorist attacks and other forms of despair to learn from?
  • To learn the lessons of forgiveness, endurance, and acceptance.
  • I imagine we all struggle with our choices; how we loved; how we acted as mother or father to our children.
  • What we mean to say and forgot to mention or do for another. The regrets we carry so deep that we grieve them as well.
  • If I could have, would have, or should have said this, done that circles our minds when we live through the death of a loved one.
  • What about our own defensive choices we use to survive in life.
  • It’s always about how we choose to think, speak, and act towards one another on a daily basis that creates memories of love or fear.

Life is the journey we get to travel daily and I, at times, ache for that moment that has slipped away. I try to recapture a word or smile even the essence of a loved one’s voice that has moved on. I believe in eternity and that we shall be together one day. Still, my heart fills with sadness that clings to me to see, hear, and touch the many that are gone.

The holiday season can bring love into our hearts as well as sadness. We can be sprinkled with the essence of an ache that takes our breath away by the experiences of death. Yet, it is said that life is eternal and our loved one lives on.

“It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light…” -Aristotle

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I have survived these changes in my life by believing in simple rituals that last a lifetime…

  • Power of prayer
  • Journaling
  • Meditating
  • Energy healing
  • Massage
  • Aromatherapy
  • Basking in the beauty of Mother Nature
  • Soaking in a scented bath of essential oils
  • A clean organic super foods and super herbs diet

Please understand and try to connect to the angels, ascended masters, spirit guides, elemental beings and loved ones that are with you daily. We are never alone. Close your eyes and see them. Ask for a visit in the form of a dream from your loved one. The signs can be many; music, license plate numbers, pennies from Heaven, a fragrant smell, flowers, even the smell of cigarettes from a loved one is a visit for you to embrace.

Believe that anything is possible and it is. Treasure the memories that fill you with emotions of the life a loved one lived with you and smile. Learn to celebrate their unique and exquisite life.

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style….” -Maya Angelou

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It is the ego that wants to touch, see and hear a physical person so we grieve our loss as they rest in peace. Sometimes our grief can sweep us away for a very long time.

There are only two paths in life to travel. Remember it is fear that roars the ego-self that wants what we no longer have. Love comes from our God-self which knows that we have not lost anything as eternal beings of light.

Pray. Meditate. Journal.

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LA Believes

As I look outside my window the beauty of Mother Nature expands my heart to open. I am extremely blessed because I live on the water  and every morning, day and night I embrace this awesome sight. The memories I carry in my minds eye of my children growing up here fills me with unconditional love for life on a whole. Now as a grandmother I get to see my grand babies fill with joy when they come here to go in the pool, fish off the dock or just watch the different boats and jet skis go by. My oldest grandson had his first four birthday parties here and starts with the first sunny day to ask if the pool is open yet? We have had many parties and celebrations during the past twenty-six years but the fondest of memories for me, is the quiet in the early morning as I ponder life looking at the flow of water.

Of course, during the different seasons of the year the view changes but in difficult times in life that I have experienced it was always Mother Nature that offered me a way to heal. To simply step out my kitchen door onto the deck and thank her for her beauty and let the sun fill my being, to read a book with a cup of coffee and know I  am nourished by these surroundings because I experience this beauty daily when I just sit outside or look out. The birds chirping, the ducks quacking, swans swimming by this time of year is a delight to all my senses and I am grateful to be alive!

I have respected her beauty and all that she offers me from a very young age. My father taught me to treat her with love and I have. I am tender with her as I recycle, have a water filter in my home, do not use bleach or harmful chemicals to clean and clean up after others whenever I see garbage, especially in women’s bathrooms. I don’t let the water run before taking a shower or while I am brushing my teeth, as well as buying recycled products such as paper towels and toilet paper. I also have this ache that settles in my heart when it comes to waste of any kind. Paying attention to the stuff in our lives and not throwing out good items of any kind but donating them to those in need who are less fortunate helps as well. Simple little rituals in life that we can all pay attention to daily to respect this great home we all share.

I wonder at times how can someone not pay attention to their surroundings? If you see garbage pick it up. If you use plastics, please recycle them, choose safe products to clean your home with not harsh chemicals that go down the drain into Mother Nature, especially in theses times now where Mother Nature, our Earth, our home is crying out to us.

May God continue to bless our beautiful Mother and give her a tremendous hug from all of us at this time of the year.

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