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Love, Baby, Love

 

Heard this version of Louis Armstrong’s classic of Wonderful World tonight.  There is a spoken piece in which ‘Satchmo’  is sharing his wisdom as an elder about what really matters.  His words “Love, baby, love…that’s the secret.”,  gave me truth-barometer goosebumps. What if it really was as simple as all that and that everything we worry about, fight about, kill each other over, is a matter of sharing that un-secret with everyone we know in each encounter?  It’s so easy to allow petty annoyances to boil over into raging torrents of anger. I’ve been there and it ain’t fun. Better instead to turn down the heat by thinking about ways to feed the love, rather than the fire.

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I was speaking with clients yesterday about having a list of  things to do instead of indulging in their addictions,  at the ready, so that when the urge to turn to their drug of choice arises, they will be prepared. How about a ‘love, baby, love list’? These are things I appreciate and set my heart glowing brightly.

Mine would look like this:

My dear family and friends…some close by and others scattered around the planet.

The newly renovated bathroom that is a pleasure in which to relax and pamper myself.

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Increasing numbers of opportunities to write and speak worldwide.

Music that nourishes my heart and soul.

Indian food.

Going nose to nose and heart to heart with my friend Ruth

 

A house concert with my friend Heidi Cooper and her daughter Deanna on Friday night from which my home is still resonating with music and laughter.

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A gorgeous butterfly affirmational image painted by my friend Rod.

 

Drumming and dancing, as I did last night with my friends Peggy and Ron.

Anticipating beach time this weekend.

Floating in my friend Verna’s pool as I did last weekend.

Happy, well maintained Jeep that gets me where I need to go.

 

Getting a butterfly painted on my face that has me flapping my wings with delight

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A strong, flexible, healthy body.

My gym playouts at Planet Fitness when I ‘sweat my prayers’.

Lunch at Whole Foods  with my friend and editor, Pam.

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Ongoing relationship with my parents on the Other Side.

 

Deep and abiding spiritual connection.

Developing and honing of intuitive abilities.

Cosmic coincidences during which events and people come together in remarkable ways.

An ever open door to new adventures.

Chocolate (’nuff said:)

Getting to know and love the woman in the mirror in ways I never did before.

My Bliss Mistress book’s gallivanting journey throughout the world.

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The wildflowers on my dining room table, given to me by my friend Cindy.

…and love, baby, love in abundance that never ends, never gets stale,  and never runs out, no matter what….

www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nGKqH26xlg  Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbL8H5tantE Love/What’s Going On?  by Rickie Byars Beckwith

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Answers From The Great Beyond

 

 

A few days ago, I experienced what author and speaker SQuire Rushnell refers to as a God Wink (a confirmation from the Divine that we are on the right track)  as I was driving on the very same road  (Route 309 in Montgomeryville, PA) on which this event took place in 2008.  Four years ago, I heard  the heart-breaking-open news that I needed to head to Florida to be with my father on the last day of his life. He had been in the final stages of Parkinsons that had robbed this formerly vigorous, athletic man of his life force energy. I was crying and through my tears, saw a car in front of me with the license plate that read, LVMYDTR.  I translated it to Love-My-Daughter and my tears turned to laughter and I knew that my Daddy was speaking to me, his final farewell.   Fast forward and two and a half years later, my beautiful mother joined him the  day after Thanksgiving of 2010.  I miss them both and yet, KNOW that they are well and together and receive messages from them almost daily. Once again, on 309 at nearly the exact same spot, a burgundy colored sedan pulled into the lane in front of me with….you guessed it…the same license plate, just as I was sending a cosmic greeting to my parents. Whenever I am tempted to have spiritual amnesia and forget that it is all in perfect order, I need only to recall incidents like this one.

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On Sunday, after this occurred, I was speaking with friends, all of whom have either lost their folks or have elderly parents and through our tears as we were sharing about this topic, I assured them that this cosmic communication was as real as if they were sitting with me. The only missing component is the physical contact which I do miss, since both my parents were affectionate people and hugs and kisses were plentiful in our home. The subject also came up yesterday as I was conversing with my friend and editor Pam about pyschic/intuitive abilities. I explained to her that I am mostly clairaudient; hearing messages, clairsentient; picking up on feelings of others and claircognizent; getting a sense of knowingness with the accompanying goosebumps as my ‘truth barometer’ and only rarely clairvoyant. I haven’t yet learned to see auras and my parents seem visible ot me only in my dream state. Workin’ on that one.

What I do know is that this is a gift for which I am deeply grateful; that the curtain between the realms is diaphenous and those we miss can reach through with love.

http://youtu.be/0J9YAFf-xqs  The Great Beyond  by R.E.M.

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Gremlin Playground

 

My friend Elizabeth Pfeiffer made an observation today that had me giving a knowing nod.
“This is what your subconscious looks like when it’s running your “I’m not good enough” programs… What do you think? Can you take back your power and put this little guy to sleep?”

A cyber conversation ensued:

Edie Weinstein If only it looked this friendly and goofy(: Mine looks a bit more menacing and obnoxious. Maybe that IS really what is underneath the mask after all. ?

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Elizabeth Pfeiffer YES Edie! Our subconscious wears masks in order to perpetrate the illusion of what’s holding us back… otherwise, why would we give our power to something that looks so silly and Innocuous? ?
Susan Conrad GuiherI have a “Gremlin playground” at my house for my clients’ Gremlins- we have a bunch of these guys looking just like this running around.  They are quite cute once you have let them go out and play and you don’t let them hold you back anymore.”
Edie Weinstein oohhh, can my gremlin come over and play too? ?
Now, this may seem silly and rather childish, but consider how much time you invest each day in being hyper-critical of yourself when in no way would you ever be as harsh with anyone else. I can tell you that I catch myself getting engaged in this practice multiple times in a 24 hour period with a running commentary on everything from how tired I look (5-7 hours of a sleep a night will do that), to wanting to lose more weight, to questioning why I’m not ‘farther along’ in a few key areas in my life, to “You should have left earlier to get where you need to go.”, to “Oops you forgot to go the post office and mail out the package to your sister”, to “There’s still a pile of laundry in your room to be folded and put away.”, to “How are going to get everything on your ‘to do’ list accomplished?”…ad nauseum….
I would love to imagine my gremlin in all her glory, being transmuted from a sneering, snarling, superior, arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed visage to a  fuzzy, goofy, quite playful, loopy being who is simply afraid of looking silly. Really, what has she got to lose, except the expectation that she be any particular way?
Years ago, at just the right time a book ‘found me’, written by Rick Carson, called Taming Your Gremlin, and it overflowed with familiar concepts that had me thinking that he wrote it just for me. I would bet that you would recognize aspects of yourself in it as well.
www.tamingyourgremlin.com
In tribute to this particular gremlin, I give you a version of what my own critter would do in the playground. I invite you and your gremlins to dance and sing along.
http://youtu.be/8N_tupPBtWQ

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The First Step

“Take the first step in faith. You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. “-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Over the weekend, I spent time in the presence of people who collectively have been in my life for eons; some are a group of women with whom I have shared Goddess Gatherings, others part of an interfaith spiritual community, called Circle of Miracles, and still others at a house concert I hosted for my friend Heidi Cooper and her daughter, Deanna. One thing we have in common is that we are all ardent cheerleaders who encourage each other to live the lives of our dreams and desires. Is there a much higher calling than that?

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I hear people talking about having naysayers who tell them that they can’t accomplish what they set out to do, that their dreams are just too big and impossible to achieve. It boggles my mind, since my parents told me that I could do anything I set my mind and heart to, as long as I was willing to put the work into it. I have been watching commercials for the upcoming London Olympics while at the gym (other athletes inspire me to put all I’ve got into my workout:), the trials for swimming events. Vicariously standing with them on the starting blocks, heart racing in anticipation, I could smell the chlorine and feel the heat wafting up from the surface of the still water that momentarily would be churning from the combined efforts of the swimmers about to plunge in and make their mark. I was right there with them, most especially during the freestyle and butterfly events, because once upon a time (ages 11-18), I was in the pool for hours a day, with Olympic aspirations. Boxes of ribbons filled my closet and some adorned my walls in the bedroom of my childhood home. My dreams were big enough, alright, my parents’ and coaches’ support solid, but my discipline and commitment weren’t sufficient to have me move aside other interests and so, watching the Games is as close as I got. I wasn’t willing at the time to move forward into that life. Not that the life I had was one I wanted to leave anyway, but you get the picture.

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Fast forward several decades and I have just taken a pool depth plunge into a new life, a few weeks ago,  leaving a full time job I went to for 11 years. Yesterday I drove past the grounds of the psychiatric hospital in which I served folks with mental health diagnoses, as well as their families and blew kisses in greeting and gratitude for what I learned there and the co-workers who are still so much in my heart,  in order to live the life of my dreams and desires as a writer and motivational speaker. A bit of uh-oh-what-next-scary feelings arise from time to time, but I am seeing the fruits of that decision blossom, as every day since then, I have been invited to speak, teach, write, interview, be interviewed, and co-create events that are meant to help others move from where they are to where they want to be. Some of these requests for my presence have come from seed planting I have done over the past years, and others, I sense from the energy of surrender of what no longer served me. When we let go of what doesn’t work, we make room for what does, always.

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Where is your growing edge?  What are you willing to surrender in order to embrace the life of your deepest dreams and most treasured desires? Transform ‘impossible dreams into I’m possible’ realities.

http://youtu.be/qzScfQzclEE George Bailey by Jana Stanfield

 

 

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