Earth Alive

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I want to share with you something about my life. It is fleeting. It is rich. It has held pain for love. It has let go. It has risen. My life, it’s like yours. Sharing in the sunset, the sun rise, the ever rise and fall of waves in our hearts. All over the world, we have this in each other and it connects us. We are One. Tonight a brand new moon rises. Tomorrow a brand new sun. Breathe in the new night, the new day, and know you are never alone. Ride the wave of life like never before. Connect with the patch of Earth under you. Even if it’s 42 floors below. Even if there’s a mile of ice between you and that sacred soil, put your mind on it, put your heart into it. I guarantee you will feel it, know it, connect with it, because it is alive, waiting for you. And it feels you. Take this into your sleeping and waking.

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.

Freedom.

I entered into Hell, partially aware, then miraculously came out the other side knowing what is in my heart and knowing my strength. It was a test, and opportunity to realize just how strong I can be. That relationship journey, through Persephone’s Lair, proves that the spark of life is tenacious and openings come to lift us up and out into the light of day.

My heart remains open and therefore I am free. I didn’t die, I came alive – more alive than I ever imagined I could. My life is my own, not to be subservient, but to make of it what I will. Nothing else is more important because it all begins here. Right here. Authenticity. Presence.

This holiday season moves through virtually unnoticed by me. I’m too preoccupied by the gift that, in retrospect, I was giving myself over the past three years: my own heart’s freedom to Be.

In my opinion, this is the core of all positive change, one person, one heart at a time, however life brings it on. And so I send out a perpetual prayer and blessing for everyone to know their own heart intimately, truly. However you get there, it’s worth every step.

From where I stand, I see it is the true source of our collective change on Earth, for the best future we could hope for.

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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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Book Development

I’ve been watching my day-to-day life and I’ve noticed it feels energetically different from a few years ago. I know it’s not just me feeling this… How about you? Some folks I know, and those just out and about, have said the same thing. It’s not something I can definitively put my finger on. But one instance is the passage of time. Some days seem to move slower or faster, and my actions don’t seem to take any more or less time to do them, but when I look at the clock, I’m either way ahead or way behind schedule. Maybe it’s my own observation or maybe we’re in a simple time warp. Simple?

Today I attended a webinar about publishing my book through Balboa Press, a nifty self-publishing outfit. Balboa is the step before Hay House, a traditional publisher. Writing a book has been on my mind for years. As for the topic, I discovered a thread to focus on today, during the webinar. So at this point, it feels like a primary focus will be about my dog and my most recent relationship as it relates to my own “home coming”. I see it as a generational story, but not the way you may think. The underlying message is about connection, love, and endurance through incredible hardship and change beyond one’s control. Each of these things, we experience at some point in our lives. Those who know me, know I can be diverse in my approach to most anything…a topic for another blog post…  This book will be told in three ways, to three generations, because in this life experience, someone from each generation has been touched by what happened. Life doesn’t wait for a certain age to “land hard”. It happens at every age. This story can be of benefit to young children, teens and adults, and it can have a thought-provoking, positive effect on the lives of animals who most often have no say in what happens to them, or who they live with, despite their own desires. Their voice is silent unless we get out of the drama and take the time to really listen to and respect them. The first book will be for the youngest of hearts. A picture book that speaks only in visual form.

Following the end of a 16 year partnership, I lived alone with Maggie, my German Shepherd Dog, and two sibling cats, Emma and Chumley, for four years. All three of these old, beautiful souls taught me so much about my emerging skills as an energy healer, which I resisted most of my life. The resistance likely brought me to a place that was incredibly difficult so that I would finally relent and admit it. I’m a healer. Between a rock and a hard place, to put it mildly… A “phoenix rising” time of life that I hope with all my heart, I never have to repeat even part of, to get “The Message”. Whatever that message may be. But this is the stuff of life, and, it makes for a great story, one that seems unbelievable, and is still unfolding even now. The end of the book has yet to happen as I see it coming down the pike…. I’ve got time until I get there in the writing. I consider myself a walking miracle for having been through so much in a short amount of time, I’m still alive and moving forward. I want people to know it is possible to get through it; whatever “it” is. From time to time, I will post bits of what comes through the writing or some journal entries, sketches, etc. I would love to receive feedback or what these things make you think about in your own life. It’s a dialogue of sorts and I’m curious.

Do you have a story that begs to be written and shared? Do you write privately for yourself about things that cross your mind or events that have happened? What about poetry or lyrics? In my healing sessions, sometimes I ask if writing is part of how someone handles hard days in a transition. It helps with healing and releasing what can sometimes feel like a hamster wheel experience…. I’m reminded of the movie Groundhog Day. One time I tried counting how many days the guy seemed to have to go through until he did something different… 63 days? Man.

Blessing the Journey and Loving no matter what.

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(This is a vector drawing I did years ago, of my dog Maggie, a key player in my life.)

Erika