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Yesterday, I woke up and the left part of my body, from the shoulder to the middle of my rib cage ached like an angry vengeance. My breast, in particular, ached and throbbed with a searing burn I have only experienced a couple of other times.
“I am tired of all of this work,” my body seemed to say. “Let’s play.”
But, I had other plans for that day. A long list of to-dos and some things that have been waiting on me that only I can do. Oh, and don’t forget phone calls and such.
“Let’s play…let’s take a break,” my body beckoned. But I did not listen.
The day went along and the searing in my chest grew more intense with every item I checked off the list. Check, check, check and while part of me was satisfied, my body was raging against the day’s events.
Last night, I dropped into bed with an unbearable pain that I can’t even remember having to that severity.
This morning, I woke up and the pain – my body – was there to greet me.
“Okay, you win,” I said. “What shall we do today?” And as I relinquished my stranglehold on myself, images of my mother came flooding into my mind.
Just a couple of months after I turned 20, my mother found out that she had a fibroid tumor about the size of a large grapefruit. I didn’t know at the time that she had literally been bleeding to death for nearly a year. As I tromped around in my own smoggy wedding ideals, I could not even find an ounce of compassion for my mother who seemed to be more tired than normal. My intuition told me something was wrong, but I was 20 and selfish and focused only on what I wanted, so I just blew it off.
Today, as I these flooded my mind, I knew what took her there – a desire to be an artist, trapped in a State job with its dependability and leash of security, and a never-ending pile of bills and kids still in high school that demanded all kinds of things that cost money.
She ended up having an emergency hysterectomy. Before she could have surgery, she required a tremendous blood transfusion as she literally was nearly bled out. This is the stoicism and strength that I carry in me. How easy it is to ignore one’s body!
Today, my mother’s memory came to greet me and to remind me to take care of myself. To have compassion for the part of me that no one may know of or even see that still requires my time and attention. To allow the creative to flow and to dance. As soon as I surrendered to a day of quiet solitude – even a few hours – the burning in my left breast vanished and my energy soared.
I threw on a little denim jacket that I’ve worn for many years, but have not worn at all this year. It is a simple Liz Claiborne jacket with two chest pockets. The left one, that is just above that same left breast that yelled out today, has a quarter size hole in it. Not only did the pocket have a hole, but also the material underneath it in the jacket.
Coincidence? You decide.
Lori Bell, one of our Hearts of Fire attendees, shared this beautiful, spirited poem with us. She has an amazing heart for all things mother nature. I asked her if I could share it with all of you, and she said yes… Enjoy!
Mirror, mirror of my soul,
please tell me what I need to know…
I look outward my soul so wise,
now I see though the lies…
the anger, resentment and the shame,
was mirrored back to me, I was to blame…
the lesson I’ve learned, I now hold so dear,
my heart, my mirror, is so clear…
so now I open my heart so wide,
where none of “those” energies can hide…
I see myself in one and all,
there is so much beauty, it puts out a call…
to pull to me what I need right now,
to grow and love, now I know how…
it’s always been there, what a relief,
I’m a bright light! This is my belief!!!
To all those Pioneer Women, who love like an ox,
together we all say, “f**k the Box!”
Love,
Lori Bell J
P.S. I LOVE her first-aid ointment…it is the BEST for super dry skin.
Looking for a Dream Life:
My last show was a bit more emotional than I usually get. Perhaps it is my heart… perhaps it is my unwillingness to sit by and watch … perhaps it is my love for you (and me) that I remind us to care for ourselves.
I find myself wondering what else I can say. What words matter? Love yourself… yeah, yeah, yeah… who cares? What does that mean anyway? a client recently said. I agree… the words are hollow.
Perhaps it is about caring for yourself. Is that any better? Care for yourself… yeah, yeah, yeah… who cares?
Okay, then think about someone you deeply love now. A child, a parent, a friend… and think about how much you love that person and how you would want the best for that person no matter what.
That’s what we’re talking about… that love. That feeling. Now apply it to yourself.
I have not always acted like I loved my gifts, but I don’t know that I would ever want to trade them in. That said, there’s something about seeing cancer or other diseases up close and personal in the body. I have worked with the beautiful healers as they have cleared a person of thousands and thousands of harsh words, or cleaned out a person’s blood bit by bit of chemicals.
I am in awe of their love and their desire to serve, and I wonder… could we maybe help a bit? Not being sassy here… but could we possibly love ourselves just a wee bit more? Or maybe open up to receiving the help some?
One of the hardest things for people to see and know is how they are hard on themselves…I remember how I defended myself and how “good” I was being toward myself. Ha! I could only hope to be good to myself at that moment in time. I cruelly tormented myself with doubts. Ah, to learn what is true.
So as we lay our friends down to sleep…Billy Mays, Jr.…Michael Jackson…Farrah Fawcett…Ed McMahon…personal friends near and far… can we find it in our hearts to honor their memories by loving ourselves and those around us just a tiny bit more? I hope so… love is waiting for you! You are love!
Did you know that Prince, or the artist formerly known as Prince, or whatever his name is now was healed by an angel when he was little?
Yes, it is true! He shared this little tid bit on an Entertainment Tonight broadcast last week. He said that he had seizures when he was little and one day he woke up and told his mother he was not going to be sick anymore. When his mother asked him how he knew, he said that an angel told him.
Isn’t that a wonderful story? I love that, and I know there are so many more out there like it. My own experience with Jesus and an angel when I was three has sustained me through so many things. My wish would be that everyone would have an angelic encounter to know that these divine beings truly are real!
As someone who has dealt with intuition from a very early age, and being a medium, which is a whole other adventure in the world of the afterlife, I am passionate about helping the kids of today live with their gifts and love them too (all while loving who God created them to be).
Caron Goode and Tara Paterson have a book coming out VERY SOON called Raising Intuitive Kids. I just got a SNEAK PEAK and am SO EXCITED to share with you this book that is a cornucopia of wisdom, truth, empowerment for both children who are intuitive and also their parents.
Their blog shines the light on so many areas of intuitive parenting. Go there to get a free chapter of the book, too.
In my life there is not much I would go back and change, but one thing I would, if I could, is for my mom to have understood what was going on with me. I lived paralyzed in fear most of my childhood at night…feeling the ‘stuff’ around me, and praying that ‘everything’ would be okay.
I’ve talked to other intuitive kids who are now in their 30s and 40s and a lot of us slept with parents, grandparents and siblings until we were well into our late teens. As crazy as that might sound, I feel it is important to share that this is REAL. And, a little bit of understanding goes a long, long way in the lives of intuitive children.
When I think of the clients I’ve worked with, those who are so very empathic and intuitive, who not only connect to what is around them, but connect to the energy around them, too, I find that a warrior spirit within me comes up to shout to the mountaintops that these children are completely normal…the way God made them… and gifted only because they have maintained such a strong connection to their Creator.
If you have a child who ‘sees’ things or ‘feels’ things, please, please, please consider reading this book, others such as The Wise Child or Intuitive Spark by Sonia Choquette, or check out A&E’s program, Psychic Children.
For a long time, I felt like my gifts were a curse. I was told by people outside of my family that it wasn’t ‘right,’ that people who can ‘see’ things are evil, and now, as I work with Jesus, Mother Mary, and so many other Divine Messengers, I realize that there is SO MUCH we do not know and understand. That our world is SO MUCH BIGGER than we realize, and that we all are SO MUCH more powerful than we can comprehend.