Shift Happens.

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Someone I know is demonstrating disconnect with their higher calling, their Greater Potential, through some terrible, dividing behaviors in their circle of family and friends. It would be considered a normal response that many of the people around this person would feel vindicated by damning them for it. Could be that the person actually expects to be damned on some unconscious level and likely feeds off that energy to continue to hide from their potential. Or maybe their consciousness has been hijacked and they don’t even know it. That’s the worst idea; I hope it’s not true because then there is no hope for them. I have met that Greater Potential in this person. It’s not getting any air time. And in that denial, it’s damaging so much unnecessarily, blindly, stubbornly, seemingly with no end in sight. What a wild thing to watch such senselessness in a person with great potential. It’s like witnessing through the playground fence, behaviors that would be normal for an 8-year-old who is still learning, being carried out by someone in midlife. I won’t contribute my energy to feed the mindset that holds this person at bay from their Higher Expression, from their Humanity and their better days. When I think of it (like now) my mind’s eye rests on the part of the person that wants some light. Ok, it probably wants a lot of light!

Shift happens.

There is so much more to life than incessantly running on a hamster wheel. Look at the picture in this post. That’s only one small patch of Earth that has so much greatness to it. So much beauty. People are like this. People everywhere. I think everyone has a time (long or short) in life when they get stuck and have lost sight of the thing that calls them out to live and honor their true heart. It’s worth digging out at all cost. Allow the shift. The allowing is missing.

Dad Shared the Sky. Mom Shared the Earth.

The past 7 years have taught me to expect change, and to expect it often. It wasn’t my personal agenda, but my whole life has started over at least four times in those years. Finding solace through all that change has been vital. Where to find it? Nature. Go to it at every opportunity. The ocean is the place I choose, sometimes the woods where a beautiful waterfall runs. Since my last post, I moved closer to the ocean. I feel more at peace with access to it essentially right outside my front door. What a blessing. When I’m in nature, I carry the young memories of walking outdoors with my parents.

A recent post on Facebook by Wayne Dyer, which included a beautiful poem by Mary Oliver, really struck home for me:

“Follow your children.

Together you will

learn to pay attention:

how to kneel down

in the grass;

how to be idle

and blessed;

how to stroll

through the field;

how to lead a wild

and precious life.” ~ Mary Oliver (This is written as it was on Facebook)

This poem reminds me of the times my dad would carry me outside in his arms after dinner, to walk in our big yard and look for the moon through the trees. I was about 2 years old. He would walk where I pointed and we would find the moon together. And, the memories of day walks in nature with my mom.  She and I would collect interesting rocks, and beautiful field flowers; the field grasses towering over my head. Occasionally we would stop to listen to the water flowing in the stream near our house. These were the best days of my childhood, like medicine to my young heart. I needed that peace and companionship as a very sensitive, aware-without-words (intuitive) little person.

Mom will be 90 next February. She is such an important woman in my life. She’s helped me get through some deeply tough times. The spirit of my father visits me often since 2003, guiding me, comforting me, encouraging me. Over fourty-five years later, I walk in nature to soothe my soul through all the changes. I feel blessed and I feel grateful.

In surfing through all the changes, I realized that in this life, I’m called to witness people’s inner aliveness and connection to Self; and when needed, to support that connection in Spirit Bird healing sessions, intuitive readings, and through insight drawings. We can work together and be the change!

Rise Up and feel blessed! The path is gently lit.

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Kombucha Thoughts

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Kombucha (fermented tea) inspires me. In my family, we never get tired of drinking it. It’s the “go-to” drink when we are thirsty after playing outside or when we need a little pick-me-up between meals, or during a light meal. I have found that it settles my stomach when I’ve eaten one of my wayward culinary experiments! Happily though, those wayward experiments don’t happen too often. One member of my family says that it feels like it is a good pH balancer for his body, neither acidic nor alkaline. Here is what I found on wikipedia as to the history of kombucha: 

“History

Kombucha originated in Northeast China or Manchuria and later spread to Russia and from there to the rest of the world.[9] In Russian, the kombucha culture is called chainyj grib чайный гриб (lit. “tea fungus/mushroom”), and the fermented drink is called kombútja комбутя, grib (“fungus; mushroom”), or chainyj kvas чайный квас (“tea kvass“).

It was brought to Russia sometime before 1910 and spread from there to Germany and Europe.[10]

Some promotional kombucha sources suggest the history of this tea-based beverage originated in ancient China or Japan, though no written records support these assumptions (see history of tea in China and history of tea in Japan). One author reported kombucha, supposedly known as the “Godly Tsche [i.e., tea]” during the Chinese Qin Dynasty (221-206 BCE), was “a beverage with magical powers enabling people to live forever”.[11] “

Read more on the link above, from wikipedia. The page needs a little help, but it’s a start for the curious person. There are many sites that talk about it as well. So do your digging as you feel inspired! I’m going to add my .02¢ by talking about how I make it and what I think of it. I’ve had several variations since starting my first batch early this year. Many of them have been good ones. The fun thing about it is that you can vary the tastes, from batch to batch. And, I find it a nice “rhythm” of semi-delayed gratification since each batch takes about 14 days to mature to the preferred drinkable state we like at our house. We haven’t had any alcoholic content in ours. When I do “pull” a batch that has rested for more than 20 days, it tastes more like vinegar and is thicker, rather than the ratio of sweet:not-sweet that we prefer.