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Photo: Nourishment for the entire Woman Within ...Body-Mind-Spirit. Reading and enjoying a green apple smoothie with kale, lemon, ginger (and I forget what else:) <3

On a brilliantly sunny early Spring day, following the pink moon last night, I set out into ‘town’-that being the Bucks County, PA ‘burb called Doylestown for a much procastinated medical appointment.  After the exam, I headed to a newly opened biz  on one of the main thoroughfares for an infinitely more enjoyable doc visit. Doc Baker’s Farmulation offers cold pressed  juice & plant based food,  organic, local, Non-GMO, soy free, dairy free; just the thing for this health conscious,  soon to be heading to the gym, gracefully aging hippie who wants to remain so. Loved the colorful atmosphere, the friendly staff,  as well as the pineapples on the tables and windowsills  that served both as decoration and contents of tasty treats.  Accompanied by a book called Discover Your Woman Within: A Journey To Wholeness that I will be reviewing shortly for The Bliss Blog, I sipped and savored a green apple smoothie that contained (besides apples),  kale, ginger and lemon juice. The sweet-tart combination remains with me even a few hours later and my body is humming with delight.

As I was enjoying the repast for body, mind and spirit, a woman named Arlene perches on a nearby stool and we strike up a conversation about ‘life, the Universe and everything’; topics ranging from her job in the correctional system in NJ, to nearing retirement, from planning a trip to Disneyworld with her grandchildren in the Fall, to my interview with the Dalai Lama, from the Woman Within training I took a few weeks ago, to creating vision boards. We agree that everything happens for a reason and somehow we were meant to meet today; not sure yet the purpose.

Lately I have pondered  even more intensely why things happen the way they do and when  I  am going to be living my dreams full out. Since I teach these concepts, I figure that I had better have some idea of direction and focus. Each day I write, plan, scheme, seedplant and plot my next moves. I ask the Universe for guidance, and mostly listen for the response and more often than not, follow it. I surround myself with positive people who encourage and support my forward leaps and lofts. There are times when I get bewildered and entangled in snares and snarky sentiments. I immerse myself in inspiring books and music. Listening to Pandora now, IZ issuing forth with Somewhere Over The Rainbow. My heart rides on the Hawaiian waves~

I can taste and feel the difference when I am attuned to the woman within.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_DKWlrA24k Somewhere Over The Rainbow-Iz

www.facebook.com/DocBakersFarmulations

Photo: The moon posed so prettily <3

 

The night sky above my house (and maybe yours too, depending on where you are at the moment) is illuminated with a gorgeous full moon, also known as the Pink Moon. The hue is not really pink but:

“Pink moon is so named because it occurred at around the time the plant wild  ground phlox begins to blossom. Indigenous Americans took this as a sign that  Spring had arrived.”

I love ritual since it connects me with God/Goddess/All That Is and on this auspicious occasion, I incorporated one that my friend Elizabeth Pfeiffer, who is an energy healer and spiritual teacher, suggested.

A sheet of paper (yellow preferably, as this represents the solar plexus chakra – the source of your power and will)

  • A Red Pen (As Red represents the Root Chakra – the source of grounding, safety and security)
  • A set of matches and a candle (or you could use your stove)
  • A non-flammable bowl either glass, ceramic or metal

Instructions:

If you meditate, then do so for about 10 minutes to prepare. If not, just find a quiet place where you can be alone to contemplate the things you’re looking to release.  (I.e. repair of an old relationship, releasing debt, releasing old issues from childhood, releasing uncomfortable energy around a specific person/situation etc… you can even ask that an illness be released as well! There is no limit to what you can ask for to be released – you’re only limited by the extent of your imagination.)

Take your red pen and draw a large circle on your paper. (Large enough so that the circle almost reaches the outer edges.)

Write down all of the things you’d like to release within the circle of the paper. (This is symbolic of handing over these issues to the moon, spirit etc…)

Then fold  up your paper and burn it. You can use a candle, outside fire-place, your stove, matches etc… Just make sure you have some type of non-flammable pot, bowl or dish you can place the burning paper into so the flame doesn’t spread. I would recommend doing that burning OUTSIDE in order to avoid any accidents.

The burning process acts as a Symbol of you sending your issues into the higher realms so that Spirit can take it up to the heart of Source (Mother, Father, God, Creator – whatever term you use) In order to release that which is in your best and highest good.\

Simple!

Remember, the more honest you are with this exercise the more potent your intention is – so let it rip! Try it out and come back here and post how you did and share how this exercise may have assisted you!

I have been planning this exercise all day since I had a boatload of things to surrender.  Many seem juxtiposed, but then again,  I am woman of many moods and facets. They included:

Fear of failure

Fear of success

Fear of  trading freedom for committment

Fear of being alone forever

Belief in scarcity

Belief that I am not enough

Envy that others have what I want

Fear that I will never live the life of my dreams and desires

Attachment to previous relationships

Need for a particular outcome

After I wrote these items and others, I folded the paper and placed it in a ceramic crock pot, ignited it, as well as a sage smudge stick. As the smoke rose and the paper turned into grey ash, I could feel myself grow lighter and in let-go mode. Since Nature abhors a vaccuum, into the space I have created, I welcome in abundance in all forms, vibrant good health, a wonderful Life Partner, powerful opportunities to travel, teach, learn and heal and live my heart and soul’s deepest desires….full out, no holds barred.

And so it is!

 

www.elizabethpfeiffer.com

http://youtu.be/aXnfhnCoOyo Pink Moon by Nick Drake

 

Read more:  http://www.businessinsider.com/pink-moon-thursday-april-25-2013-4#ixzz2RWfIq69l

Photo: "Technically the glass is always full."

I’m sure you’ve heard the question:  Is the the glass half full or half empty? The response you give might indicate if  you are an optimist or pessimist in terms of the way you view life and the circumstances you encounter. I always answered in the affirmative that it was half full, thus claiming my status as ‘eternal optimist.’ Then, it occurred to me that (as is illustrated above) the glass really IS always full of something, whether liquid or air. I changed my designation to ‘opti-mystic’; as I define it “someone who sees the world through the eyes of possibility.”  In my life, as in yours, ‘stuff’ happens. As I gaze back over my shoulder, I recognize losses- maternal grandmother at  age 4, paternal grandmother at age 14, friends who have died throughout my adulthood, my husband when I was 40, my parents in 2008 and 2010, my home in Hurricane Andrew in 1992, and along with it, a portion of our business, an ectopic pregnancy that same year.

Last week, I was interviewed for a podcast and the host commented that I had had a difficult life (or words to that effect) since she knew my history as I had just expressed it. I was surprised at that description, since I had never thought of my life as difficult at all. If anything, I have (with a few petulant, pity party moments) seen my life as being charmed in many ways. Loving, supportive large extended family, intact parental marriage, no abuse, no addiction, no major trauma, no devastating events. Even when my dad was laid off from a few jobs, he always managage to find something to tide him over until he was called back to work, in addition to my mother’s salary. We always had a “roof over our heads, food on the table and clothes on our backs,” as our parents reassured us that we would. Even though I was diagnosed with asthma at age 5 that necessitated medical appointments, treatments and the occasional ER visit, I was active and wouldn’t let it slow me down…no big surprise there, if you know me.  If anything, I used it as a catalyst to extend myself further than I might have otherwise.

Such it is with all of the other life events that have shown themselves to be motivators for even greater yoga-off-the-mat stretches. As a result of being widowed, I became an interfaith minister, bereavement counselor, organ donor educator for Gift of Life Donor Program (since Michael died while awaiting a liver transplant), as well as a more compassionate therapist. As a result of being a family caregiver for my husband and parents, I have been able to assist others in doing the same for their loved ones. As a result of all of these things, I have been able to use them as grist for the mill with my writing and teaching. There are no wasted experiences if we can learn from them.

Last night, I was speaking with my friend Ondreah about Oriah Mountain Dreamer’s poem The Invitation. I came to this line and couldn’t answer yes to it: “I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.” That is one of my greatest challenges as a therapist and friend. I often muscle my way through my own pain and struggle and am less than compassionate with myself when I have felt stuck, telling myself that I need to move through it as quickly and ultimately gracefully as possible. I sometimes move more rapidly than clients would prefer. Learning to be comfortable with discomfort.

I had posted this on my Facebook page and received poignant comments. This one came from Oriah herself:

“Edie, how interesting that this is the post at the top of my newsfeed this morning. It is indeed a challenge to be with what arises when what arises feels uncomfortable or downright painful. I’m guessing that that is true for all human beings- but even more so for those of us raised in a culture where “moving on” is valued much more (and pushed for) over “being with.”

Not easy at all- and yet, what really surprises me is that when I manage to find the grace to be with pain- mine or another’s- it changes. I don’t mean it goes away (sometimes it does, of course- but there is no deal to be made that if we are with something it will instantly dissolve.) In part it changes because everything is always changing and. . . . truthfully, my own experience is that when I am with something I soften to it- and softening (versus resisting, clenching against or around) almost always eases things a little.

For me, the bottom line is practise- I use meditation, prayer, yoga and writing to be with whatever arises- and when I practise with the small stuff regularly, I have a much better chance of being with something- if only for one full breath- when the harder stuff comes along.  And, of course, some days are better than others. 🙂 Thanks for sharing this and stirring the mulling.”

No one ever said that what is in the glass will always be desirable or pleasant, but sometimes even the most yukky tasting stuff is just the medicine we need to heal whatever might ail us AND you can always dump the contents out and refill the glass.

www.oriahmountaindreamer.com

 

 

 

Photo: RIP, the legendary Richie Havens http://thekey.xpn.org/2013/04/22/rip-richie-havens-january-21-1941-april-22-2013/

 

Yesterday, the music and social justice community on Earth lost a peace troubador and the one in Heaven welcomed him with open arms and I imagine greeted him and blessed him for a job well done.  Richie Havens, whose great big heart gave out yesterday at the age of 72,  may be best known for his role as the iconic opening act at Woodstock. He was asked to perform a handful of songs but ended up playing for hours since the others who were scheduled to be on stage were caught in the historical traffic jam. He had done 5 or 6 encores to the point of what I imagine was a combination of exhaustion and exhiliration. He had run out of songs to sing at that moment and then brilliance broke through.

According to Richie: “I start strumming my guitar and the word freedom comes out of my mouth as FREE-dom, FREE-dom, with a rhythm of its own. My foot takes over and drives my guitar into a faster, more powerful rhythm. I don’t know where this is going, but it feels right and somehow I find myself blending it into an old song — ‘Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child’ — a great spiritual my grandmother used to sing to me as a hymn when I was growing up in Brooklyn.”

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fA51wyl-9IE Freedom Richie Havens

He was a road musician who traveled world wide, touching hearts and enhancing lives with his devotion to co-existence. The essence of his music was that it encouraged social action, and he seemed unafraid to take a stand. I had the delighful experience of meeting and interviewing him, I’m thinking,  in the 1990’s when he came to the Abington Art Center in Abington, PA to display his artwork. This man, tall of stature, with a larger than life presence, was friendly and approachable. I sat next to him on a bench as we had a casual conversation, with the only indication that it was a journalistic interview was the tape recorder between us. His deep, smooth speaking voice and rising laughter, along with his long fingers, each encased in a ring, were among the most memorable aspects of our time together, as well as the warm hug we shared after the interview that I needed to stand on tiptoes and he came down part way to my height to experience.

My favorite song of his, that he sang with Cliff Eberhardt is called Long Road. It speaks poignantly to the journey he was on in life and will continue with his passing.

http://youtu.be/jJOgCNwBe_U Long Road- Cliff Eberhardt and Richie Havens

Richie, may you follow your dreams, down the long road and may those who follow in your footsteps know they have big shoes to fill.

www.richiehavens.com