Spirit message for the day, "We give ALL of our power away the split second we meet anger with anger. Walking away isn't just a symbol of strength, it is an act of loving yourself in a moment of great weakness."
Monday, December 29, 2014
Wipe The Chalkboard Clean in 2015!
Spirit story of the week:
Wipe The Chalkboard Clean in 2015!
"Since my two children were in elementary school, I have always helped them hold onto HOPE with one sentence.
If they came home crying, burying their little heads in the couch, I would hug them and say, "Wipe the chalkboard clean."
Maybe I told them this because, growing up, my Mother was a teacher. She gave me a chalkboard for Christmas when I was 11 years old. It was my absolute favorite toy. I would play school for hours and hours.
I LOVED the idea of writing and then being able to 'erase' whatever it was that I wrote so that I could draw something totally different within seconds.
The symbolism of this concept stuck with me.
Erasing and rewriting make believe stories up in the attic of my childhood home on that 3 x 3 ft. board, felt...magical.
So, when I would tell my children to 'cleanse their chalkboards' of sorrows, it was a simple reminder that they could ALWAYS wash away the yuck of the day and take with them only what made their hearts feel good.
No matter how bad things seemed, wiping the chalkboard clean, was their way of BELIEVING that the sun would, indeed, shine again tomorrow.
Just as I taught my children that they could always start over, I held on tight to the idea of new beginnings as the years flew by presenting great highs and devastating lows.
I 'needed' this gentle command and the promise of a fresh day/life/year for myself and for my family over the years.
This is because it is the ONLY thing that got me through my son's fight for sobriety and relentless battle of depression as well as my daughter's loneliness for friends.
In some way it gave me permission to heal from my physical and sexual abuse and not let it define my future.
It, also, allowed me to recognize that I was my own master creator.
That old chalkboard taught me that it was all up to the individual whether they WANTED to craft a happy or miserable life.
I even white knuckled this refreshing concept as I watched my Mom go through chemo to treat her ovarian cancer last year.
By washing away the worries and negative energy of a bad day/month/year, it allows us to create a fresh new slate.
Think of it...after you erase your chalkboard, you can pick up that same piece of chalk again and sketch ANYTHING you want!
You can produce EXACTLY what you desire for yourself on your own chalkboard of life.
Or you can choose not to erase your board. Not to move forward. Not to love yourself enough to design pictures of triumph and miracles.
The danger in retracing our pasts is that this simple act may subconsciously reopen old wounds, keeping you stuck in the vicious cycles of self-sabotage, unforgiveness, anger and pain.
By erasing your chalkboard at the end of each day, it doesn't mean that you did not 'feel' the pain or should 'forget' or minimize your personal history. Your life story is IMPORTANT.
It symbolically channels the POWER, FREEDOM AND HOPE for a better tomorrow."
My wish for all my Shamanic Mountain Healing friends this New Year is that you 'wipe the chalkboard clean' and begin a fresh, new start in 2015!
Wipe The Chalkboard Clean in 2015!
"Since my two children were in elementary school, I have always helped them hold onto HOPE with one sentence.
If they came home crying, burying their little heads in the couch, I would hug them and say, "Wipe the chalkboard clean."
Maybe I told them this because, growing up, my Mother was a teacher. She gave me a chalkboard for Christmas when I was 11 years old. It was my absolute favorite toy. I would play school for hours and hours.
I LOVED the idea of writing and then being able to 'erase' whatever it was that I wrote so that I could draw something totally different within seconds.
The symbolism of this concept stuck with me.
Erasing and rewriting make believe stories up in the attic of my childhood home on that 3 x 3 ft. board, felt...magical.
So, when I would tell my children to 'cleanse their chalkboards' of sorrows, it was a simple reminder that they could ALWAYS wash away the yuck of the day and take with them only what made their hearts feel good.
No matter how bad things seemed, wiping the chalkboard clean, was their way of BELIEVING that the sun would, indeed, shine again tomorrow.
Just as I taught my children that they could always start over, I held on tight to the idea of new beginnings as the years flew by presenting great highs and devastating lows.
I 'needed' this gentle command and the promise of a fresh day/life/year for myself and for my family over the years.
This is because it is the ONLY thing that got me through my son's fight for sobriety and relentless battle of depression as well as my daughter's loneliness for friends.
In some way it gave me permission to heal from my physical and sexual abuse and not let it define my future.
It, also, allowed me to recognize that I was my own master creator.
That old chalkboard taught me that it was all up to the individual whether they WANTED to craft a happy or miserable life.
I even white knuckled this refreshing concept as I watched my Mom go through chemo to treat her ovarian cancer last year.
By washing away the worries and negative energy of a bad day/month/year, it allows us to create a fresh new slate.
Think of it...after you erase your chalkboard, you can pick up that same piece of chalk again and sketch ANYTHING you want!
You can produce EXACTLY what you desire for yourself on your own chalkboard of life.
Or you can choose not to erase your board. Not to move forward. Not to love yourself enough to design pictures of triumph and miracles.
The danger in retracing our pasts is that this simple act may subconsciously reopen old wounds, keeping you stuck in the vicious cycles of self-sabotage, unforgiveness, anger and pain.
By erasing your chalkboard at the end of each day, it doesn't mean that you did not 'feel' the pain or should 'forget' or minimize your personal history. Your life story is IMPORTANT.
It symbolically channels the POWER, FREEDOM AND HOPE for a better tomorrow."
My wish for all my Shamanic Mountain Healing friends this New Year is that you 'wipe the chalkboard clean' and begin a fresh, new start in 2015!
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Spirit Message for the Day!
Spirit message for the day, "Give yourself what you are looking for in others, and you will never find yourself alone, let down, or lacking love."
The Power of Choosing LOVE.
Spirit message for the day "There is far more power in owning your behavior, than breaking people's spirits with the need to be right."
I married a 'right fighter'.
At first, I found this infuriating until I realized that 1.) I am a mirr...or for everyone that I attract into my life and 2.) This was his way of filling a void of pain from his past. If he was 'right' then, he found a false sense of control and didn't have to face the truth that he may of made some of his own, devastating mistakes.
It felt like that first year of marriage, I stomped my feet more than I spoke!
I had met my match. We were madly in love and this TERRIFIED us both.
He was fresh off of a divorce and I came from years of violence and betrayal. Oh, what a great combination, eh?!
I would scream, "Why is it SO important to be right instead of taking responsibility that YOU may be contributing to some of our issues?"
He would just give me this blank stare. Like it had never crossed his mind that he might be playing a role in our distress.
Out of habit, I would end up apologizing even if the fault was not all mine.
I didn't want to lose this man.
It wasn't worth it to me to fight anymore because I had fought my WHOLE LIFE.
I fought for my pride, my dignity, my freedom, my virtue, for the abused dog or child...and what I THOUGHT WAS THE TRUTH!
RIGHT??
Hmmmmmm, could I be a 'right fighter' too?
Fighting for my own rights and the rights of victims that no longer had a voice, was a WAY OF LIFE for me.
In the end, according to BOTH my husband's and my own life experiences, we were both 'right', were we not?
Our perceptions were based in our own realities.
My beloved husband was standing up for what HE KNEW, for how he was raised.
And, so was I.
So, was either one of us wrong?
Ohhhh, it's so confusing, is it not?!
This is when it struck us both, two years into our marriage, that being right or wrong is not worth losing each other.
We chose to grow up.
We figured out that it was more important how we made each other 'feel'.
If I accused my husband or he accused me of being wrong, we BOTH HURT.
This is when I understood that instead of being 'right', we would gift each other respect. We began honoring one another's thoughts, feelings and opinions.
THIS is when we both shifted into our POWER.
We CHOSE LOVE.
In the end, it was really that simple.
9 years later we are still writing our love story.
I married a 'right fighter'.
At first, I found this infuriating until I realized that 1.) I am a mirr...or for everyone that I attract into my life and 2.) This was his way of filling a void of pain from his past. If he was 'right' then, he found a false sense of control and didn't have to face the truth that he may of made some of his own, devastating mistakes.
It felt like that first year of marriage, I stomped my feet more than I spoke!
I had met my match. We were madly in love and this TERRIFIED us both.
He was fresh off of a divorce and I came from years of violence and betrayal. Oh, what a great combination, eh?!
I would scream, "Why is it SO important to be right instead of taking responsibility that YOU may be contributing to some of our issues?"
He would just give me this blank stare. Like it had never crossed his mind that he might be playing a role in our distress.
Out of habit, I would end up apologizing even if the fault was not all mine.
I didn't want to lose this man.
It wasn't worth it to me to fight anymore because I had fought my WHOLE LIFE.
I fought for my pride, my dignity, my freedom, my virtue, for the abused dog or child...and what I THOUGHT WAS THE TRUTH!
RIGHT??
Hmmmmmm, could I be a 'right fighter' too?
Fighting for my own rights and the rights of victims that no longer had a voice, was a WAY OF LIFE for me.
In the end, according to BOTH my husband's and my own life experiences, we were both 'right', were we not?
Our perceptions were based in our own realities.
My beloved husband was standing up for what HE KNEW, for how he was raised.
And, so was I.
So, was either one of us wrong?
Ohhhh, it's so confusing, is it not?!
This is when it struck us both, two years into our marriage, that being right or wrong is not worth losing each other.
We chose to grow up.
We figured out that it was more important how we made each other 'feel'.
If I accused my husband or he accused me of being wrong, we BOTH HURT.
This is when I understood that instead of being 'right', we would gift each other respect. We began honoring one another's thoughts, feelings and opinions.
THIS is when we both shifted into our POWER.
We CHOSE LOVE.
In the end, it was really that simple.
9 years later we are still writing our love story.
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