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The Flower Of My Heart

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Holding the book, The Flower of My Heart: Expressing Love to the World Through Art, I can feel the love resonating, reverberating, oozing, radiating, pulsing through it and from it. At the risk of sounding like a human thesaurus, I would like to express the immense energy that I know went into it, as well as comes forth.  The artist/writer, Roderick Schichtel, who I have written about in previous Bliss Blog entries, is a work of he(art) himself. He refers to himself as LOVE and that is how he signs his pieces and that is what how he embues his work and his life. Whenever I am in his presence, even for a brief time, as I was last night, I always leave feeling a bit lighter, a lot loved and inspired to carry that out into the world.  

I met Rod 4 or 5 years ago and upon first entering his home/haven that he called A Taste of Heaven, I felt as if I had truly stepped over a threshold into another realm. It wasn’t just the white furniture, glass table tops, and curtains hand made from white sheets (I joked with him; “No kids or animals here, huh?”) that embellished the space into which he welcomed folks for regular gatherings, music, fellowship and pot luck dinners. The walls were covered with his artwork, some of which you will see in this slim, but rich with content and flavor compilation.  When life circumstances took an unexpected turn, I had the blessing of being the temporary caretaker for three of Rod’s pieces that graced my walls. They are not in the book, but can be seen on his facebook page, should you choose to ‘friend’ him there.  A three piece winter landscape; the first time I saw it, I felt as if I was really traipsing, bundled up, through a snowy field of  trees.

The book opens with an explanation of the spiritual journey Rod has been on that led to these magnificent creations. He felt a calling to express through the written, spoken, painted, divinely designed words and imagery, what flowed through him. Poetry and prayer, color and texture, glowing and soul grabbing.  Watching him at work, as I have on a few occasions, he really IS channeling the Infinite. One of the unique aspects of his paintings, is that more often now, he initially paints words first and then covers them with images. He  uses feathers to paint the words.

An example can be found on page 9. There the reader will see one of the least color splashed, but no less powerful pieces. It is in grey and white with a sun in the upper right hand corner. Foot prints lead inexorably toward it. Along the right border, are the words INTO THE LIGHT OF LOVE.  From the top:  “All of us on our individual  and collective spiritual pathways, are always growing closer to the light, until the moment arrives when we realize we were always one with the light we were seeking.”  As a colorful juxtaposition, on the next page sits a sweetly meditating gender-neutral looking bareheaded person; eyes closed beatifically, with an open third eye in the forehead. A sky blue background with a radiating glow above the crown chakra highlights it.

All of the images are a reflection of Rod’s ongoing journey and I am blessed to watch it, him and his magnificent work blossom like the daffodil image that embellishes the cover and closes the book, in full bloom. The words that are splashed across it : “In quiet moments of reflection, I open myself to God, like a flower opening itself to the sun.”  He wishes the reader, “In every moment you have the ability to uplift the world. I wish you every blessing that life can hold, all the joy that comes from living with an open heart!”  And my friend Rod does just that.

To order, go to his website:

www.heavenherenow.com

 

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 This felt like an appropriate song to accompany such an entry

 

http://youtu.be/2GmVajkqLNU  Love by John Lennon

Knowing Where To Tap

                                                                                                                

 

I have heard different versions of this story about a boiler in need of repair. The owner hired an expert  to fix it. In walks a man with his bag of tools. He listens to the description of the problem and then listens to the machine. He pulls out a hammer and with a flair for the dramatic, he hums to himself,  does a little ‘tap, tap, tap’ and soon the boiler is humming along nicely as well. He writes up the bill for $1,000 and hands it to the astonished man.  “Why did you charge me so much?  You only spent 15 minutes on the job.”  He explained with full justification:

For tapping with hammer: $ .50
For knowing where to tap: 999.50
Total: $1,000.00

Today at the hospital where I work, our copier/fax machine was on the fritz . No amount of cajoling, adjusting, switching it off and on, could bring it full working order. I suggested that we wait for Michelle, our unit clerk to come in, since she seemed to be counted on to fix what ailed it. I call her our copier surgeon.  She takes a look at it, blows on the lid, steps back and voila!  It too is humming along as nicely as the aforemented boiler. I laughed, thinking of the first story. “Don’t tell anyone, or they’ll know how to work the magic too!”, I advised her.  I’ll bet that wasn’t in her job description when she was hired.

Each of us has an accumulation of talents. At dinner tonight with my editor Pam, who helped to bring my Bliss Mistress Guide To Transforming the Ordinary Into the Extraordinary to life, we were talking about the experiences we have that have us wondering why. I have come to understand that there is a reason for everything and that each of them has provided me with my own tool kit. In an effort to feel humble, I shy away from the term ‘expert’, but the truth is, at nearly 53, I have areas of expertise that allow me guide people to the best version of themselves. I seem to know where to tap.

Where is your cutting edge area of expertise? Are you willing to claim it?

 http://youtu.be/Y2pFLG6pM5A  Hello, My Name Is Joe…I work in a button factory (:

Life Agrees With Me

 

                                                                                                                                  

The other day, a friend made a comment that we take for granted, but on that particular  day, being in an expansive and rather intuitive and creative heartspace, I interpreted it differently than I  might have in the past. I hadn’t seen her since June and she told me that I looked good and that life agreed with me. Immediately, my response was, “Life always agrees with me.”  No matter what I think, say or do, life will always agree with me. What I put out into the world boomerangs right back at me. If I stand over  the Grand Canyon and call out my name, that is exactly what will echo back  into my ears.  So many people feel like victims of the world around them, when they are often unwitting victims of the world and words within them. What if our thoughts really ARE that creative and those we hold persistently, hold us captive?   I was speaking with someone today who insisted that she had no control over what happened in her life. She kept repeating  “No matter how hard I try, nothing ever works for me.”  My response was “If you say so.”  and then we focused on the things that were working for her and then on ways to recongnize patterns that didn’t serve her and finally came up with portable life skills  for her ‘tool kit’ that she could put to use immediately. The rest is up to her, since even the best made, fancy shmancy tools won’t do a thing on their own.

One of my favorite lines from the movie  The Princess Bride is “As you wish.”  That really is what the Universe wants us to know. Our repetitive thoughts become our conscious or sometimes unconscious reality. It is like the computer program that keeps running even when we minimize it and open another window.  We can fight it metaphorically kicking and screaming OR we can embrace it. I wonder how we would hold onto our thoughts of lack and limitation if we really got it, that these mental maneuverings are optional. 

Consider the thoughts and words that come from your  mind out into the world. Are they nourishing to the life you want or starving your dreams and visions?  What would you prefer life agree with you about?

http://youtu.be/I-W5ND6wj_A  I’m Alive  Celine Dion

 

How Much Better Does It Get Than This?

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My friend Annette Kroninger shared a story that brilliantly illustrates the power of our thoughts. She had been in the presence of a woman who had the experience that follows. This woman was walking down the street and found a dime lying on the sidewalk, inviting her to pick it up. So she did, saying out loud “How much better does it get than this?”  Continuing on her stroll, she spies a $10 bill on the sidewalk. Of course, she picks it up, ten dollars and ten cents richer. She repeats, with exuberance “How much better does it get than this?”  A little later in the day, she catches the sparkle of a diamond tennis bracelet lying on a grate and picks it up and this time, responds ” It can’t get better than THIS!” at which point, the flow stops.

Every day we have the choice of our thoughts. If we begin our waking hours with the belief that we are surrounded by miracles and abundance is our birthright, the energy can flow unimpeded.  I like to say that I am always at the right place at the right time, with just the right people so we can enrich each others’ lives.

A few years ago, as the PR Goddess for an event sponsored by Common Ground Fellowhship that brought in Rev. Michael Beckwith and Rickie Byars Beckwith, I had parked my car a few blocks away from the venue. I noticed a penny lying on the sidewalk  right next to my car, and left it there. When I returned many hours later, after being immersed in the energy of abundance, I saw that the penny had invited a REALLY good friend…a twenty dollar bill. I looked around to see if someone was playing a joke. No one was to be seen. I gratefully affirmed that I was meant  to receive that blessing. 

In the past few days, my thoughts have yielded marvelous outcomes.  One happened today as a man came into my office in the hospital where I am employed as a social worker, to deliver great news.  A few weeks ago, flooding had turned my carpet into a soggy, sloshy mess. It was pulled up and tossed and what was left beneath it was a concrete slab. When people walk in, I welcome them into my barn(:  I asked our head of maintenance if I couldn’t convince him to replace it with lovely Mexican tile.  He smiled and I knew that it meant industrial grade linoleum instead. It was scheduled to be put in during the day tomorrow, which meant I would be displaced for the day, a nomad in search of office space in which to meet with my patients and their families.  Well, as it turns out, the bearer of glad tidings informed me that they decided to wait until Saturday so that I wouldn’t  be inconvenienced. YAHOO!  I thanked him profusely and told him that he had earned his wings today.

I have been doing some healing of relationships lately, as Rosh Hashanah; the Jewish New Year, approaches. I had two uncomfortable interactions that were feeling at loose and ragged edges. I reached out to both people for clarity and in both circumstances, I walked away feeling a sense of resolution.  One occurred a few years ago and one more recently. When I consider the poster I saw years ago that said, “Everything I ever let go of had claw marks on it.” with a picture of a kitty cat hanging on a branch, I am gratified that the things I was holding onto are no longer holding on to me.

In the next few weeks my book will be out in the world and I KNOW I will find myself chanting my new mantra:  “How much better does it get than this?”  I invite you to use it all throughout your life. I would love to hear how it works for you.

 

 http://youtu.be/1RYc6k803oo  Karen Drucker’s  Prosperity Chant

 

 

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