I just finished reading a client’s memoir, and the coaching of another author through a three-year writing process. Journal writing is great for staying in the flow but writing a book takes on a life of its own. It’s an epic journey all taking place in the deeper recesses of your heart.
Writing, in general, is both a cathartic and magical process. I never look forward to taking the deep dive into an involved writing project but I’m always thankful afterwards. It’s a way to ground inner knowing into the mental plane and anchor a greater level of clarity into my life.
I just finished the final draft of a new body of work, too, and I’m sitting with the feeling of awe, wonderment, and relief!
Every time I think of how much I love my life, I can’t go far without remembering someone who helped me along the way. That special someone that I did not know one minute, yet felt their heart in the very next. It was their compassion and their goods deeds that melted my heart and soothed my soul.
These earth angels came into my life when I most needed it and least expected it. i was so used to the struggle that comes with feeling that I had to “do it alone” that I was dismayed and confused by the generosity of spirit.
We all need each other, and to be so cradled and loved in community that honors the heart is beyond words. Since that time, I have built my practice and dedicated my time to providing both experiences and a safe haven for others to heal and transform their lives. By doing so, our humanity spontaneously holds a desire to share that same joy of an open heart that comes with connection in relationship to others.
If you are seeking that form of connection and feel that you need that extra boost in the context of a loving, living light community, I will be holding sacred space as we come together by phone this Saturday, February 21st at 1:00 pm EDT. If you feel that you could use a boost of love, joy and peace in your life right now, consider yourself invited.
Here is the link to learn more: http://onenessofbeing.org/group-sessions.html
The mind functions like continual drops of water in an ocean of thoughts.
I was just catching up with a friend that I haven’t heard from in awhile. She healed herself of a brain tumor years ago by moving through the layers of distortion in her field to get back to the zero point of creation.
I am not only hearing about this level of self empowered healing from others but experiencing it in the work I do. Even the word healer is a weird term. It’s more like holding sacred space so that others can sense the higher frequencies of love without condition and make that conscious choice to let go and make the shift in consciousness from within.
Once the mind is quiet and the allowing nature is present, we get out of the way, and source energy flows.
We’re getting there. It’s not that we are so disillusioned with allopathic medicine. It has its rightful place. It’s just that we realize that all healing, with or without intervention, happens within us, first and foremost.
This internal shift is not the will on the level of the personality that does the healing either. There’s a kind of internal gatekeeper that holds onto beliefs and perceptions and stops the flow when the chosen reality is challenged.
Once we understand how to discern that 1) we are in resistance, and 2) let go, source light flows and heals.
Miraculous or spontaneous healing is amazing to say the least but to recognize that it’s more a matter of allowing for a greater flow of love to come into our lives, makes it all the more magical and rewarding to “heal”.
If we can do this when our very life depends on it, why not make a practice of allowing our hearts to be open and accept the flow of grace into all facets of our lives?
Join us as we explore these concepts of healing in the Soul Light Series. The first of three begins on Feb. 25th. Learn more here:
I remember that I am loved by my creator. I remember to love, and to allow myself to be that also. There are so many times and ways that I have forgotten this very knowing in my life. I forget when I do not stop long enough to look up at the stars at night. I remember when it is time to gather wood before the next snow fall. I remember as I stay warm by the fire. It’s a throw back to all the other times that I felt so cold. I appreciate the warmth now.
Now, as I look out the picture window watching the snow blanket the forest floor, I remember how blessed I am to be here now. Gratitude.