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See It When I Believe It

Oh, the magic of perception.

I have long seen things from a positive point of view. I see challenges as lessons which always carry gifts for learning. Sometimes after navigating difficult situations or conversations, I envision a diploma has been handed to me. Through the challenge, life has provided yet another opportunity for me to revisit my beliefs and assumptions and to move to a new and powerful space for understanding;  for feeling;  for listening harder than I may ever have before.

Listening to others, but also – and vitally important – listening to our internal guidance which shows up as body messages – sore hips, tight muscles, clenched jaw, stomach rumblings or upset.  Sometimes, we feel heat, other times we clench muscles and constrict. Our breathing shallows or heartrate races, reacting to stimuli that we perceive as a threat.

Some of us wait for something outside of us to serve as proof of validity. “I’ll believe it when I see it” thought patterning. But my truth is that I see it when I first believe it.  When I am in flow.  When I am open to all possibilities and awareness, I then draw to myself experiences that support, or enhance, or even break down the belief.

If I didn’t believe in the power of my heart I would not have stepped into my Hospice volunteering. I would not have embarked upon a journey of a thousand lives as a compassionate healer/teacher.

The experiences I have shared with people are often profound beyond words. Deeply connected on many levels – mental, emotional, and spiritual.  The guidance and messages I receive on behalf of those I serve have often held deep meaning for them and always enrich our experience. All of my senses heighten and are used to inform – smell, words, sounds, colour, taste, intuition, feelings. I completely trust my gifts and calling, and follow the voices of my heart.

Because I see it when I believe it.

As I write this, the clouds are parting on what was forecast to be a rainy, stormy day. Robins are hopping along the grass outside the coffee shop I am in. People are sharing stories, engaged in conversation, or sitting alone, lost in thought.  I often experience  what I call “red carpet days”. Days that feel as if a red carpet has been rolled out in front of me, and I am fully supported in each graceful, easy step to a wonderful celebration. I am curious about who I will meet today, and what we will learn from each other. I smile in anticipation. I know I will experience a meaningful exchange with someone today.  Because I believe it.

In health and vibrancy, Laurie.

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Inner Beauty = Outer Radiance

This morning, after a few hours of computer work, I chose to spend time in the Hot-tub. It is outside, facing a large acreage, surrounded by horse pastures and a grove of trees. And I knew it was the perfect way to both warm me and massage my shoulders which were tight from sitting and typing for a longer stretch than I usually take.

And although I spent a short time with the jets relaxing my shoulders, I quickly moved to a spot in the tub that focussed the jets on on my energetic ‘Power Body’, the area along my low to mid spine. I affectionately name the Chakra’s located there in my core “I am”, “I feel”, and “I decide”.

As I appreciated the beauty of this place, and took in full, deep breaths, I contemplated each energetic space and simply allowed insight and awareness to come to light. I invited any heavy feelings, thoughts, and emotions surrounding these areas to release, using the visualization of the bubbling water to assist me with letting go.  This created space for new noticings to come to light.  Feeling into my body the freshness, newness and expansiveness of these insights, lessons, and inspiration.

I feel renewed and rejeuvenated, and so excited for the day ahead. I will be meeting with a few people individually, and also hosting a Music and Meditation gathering tonight, which I am super excited about.

My amazing friend, Joy, provided a reading this morning, explaining it was a “10” day, a day of gratitude and a day of beginnings.

So I pondered this, and came to the awareness that my morning has already reflected this. A single neighbour dog walked along the fence line, step for step with me as I walked to take out the garbage and recycling. I met a new neighbour as we were both ensuring the bins were out. And while in the hottub, a single quail peeked his head out at me in curiosity, moving back to shelter after I greeted him.

I am excited to see what the remainder of the day brings!  I am curious and open, and wishing you the same.

In vibrancy, Laurie.

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The Gift is in The Exhale

Many of us have been led to believe that we must (or should) take on more responsibility –  at work, at home, through volunteering, you name it.  We find work we love to do (or something we are skilled at), sometimes travelling farther from our home and loved ones, all the while staying connected via a multitude of online tools. Work often consumes both our days and nights – even compromising our weekend. Time with family can become distracted. Eating is done on an ad-hoc schedule, and sometimes in the car on your way to the next meeting.

We are very good at taking on more.  At holding it up; holding it in; holding on.

But this is counter-intuitive.

Would you expect to inhale without first exhaling?  Seriously – try it!. Inhale. More, and more, and more, keep going….. just a little bit longer……  You get the idea. It won’t take long until your lungs and body scream.

Yet, I help people every day who have taken on, taken in – past the point of sustainability – without ever considering also releasing. Whose bodies are screaming – or at least talking strongly.  And while paying radical attention to descipher what our bodies are saying, I will share with you a common thread I have noticed.

The gift is in the Exhale.

Think about it, every baby born must first rid the lungs of fluid before the potential arises to breathe in. It is counter-intuitive to breathe in without first breathing out.

When you are most stressed….. when your body is most tired and sore…. when you would do almost anything for an extra 1/2 hour in your day….. Those are the times you most need to extend to yourself the same tender nurturing care you provide to others.

Let yourself move – in nature, if possible. Take a quick time-out to listen to a song that enlivens you. Let go of something that is not high-priority. Some task or commitment that comes from a place of obligation or expectation instead of a place of love and joy. Some task or obligation you may be surprised to find that that someone else will take with gladness. Immerse yourself in a soothing experience with a practitioner who will nurture you – where all you have to do is ‘be’. However you choose to allow it, take as long as you wish, and Breathe It Out…….

The gift is in the Exhale

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This article is featured in January 2017 Sybil Magazine, for the Spirit and Soul of Woman.  Here is the link to the full magazine.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/nrrt8og5o6zzlig/JANUARY%202017%20SIBYL%20MAGAZINE%20(Annual%20Premier%20Issue).pdf?dl=0

In health and vibrancy, Laurie.

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What The Fog Taught Me

The city I live in is nestled in a valley in British Columbia, Canada. There is a large lake, along which many communities have sprung.

It has been called the “Four Seasons Playground” and hosts diverse natural habitats – golf courses, ski hills, nature trails, and of course the lake itself.  Should we drive to visit friends and relatives in Vancouver or other outlying areas, we must travel across very high mountain passes.

Frequently on those highways, we travel through fog. Driving through the fog is scary. Terrifying even. It comes on suddenly, and at times is so thick that I have not been able to see even one car length ahead. At these times, the mind engages in “I wonder” – wondering by how much the drivers ahead have slowed down, while simultaneously wondering if the people behind will slow to my speed….. or whether we will lose sight of the lanes, or improperly navigate a turn…..you get the idea.

I have never been in an accident in the fog. I have never witnessed an accident due to fog. But I know how scary it is to be in it. My senses heighten. My eyes open a bit wider, using expanded peripheral awareness. My posture straightens, as if in ‘set’ position at a foot race. My muscles on alert, ready for sudden shifts in movement, waiting for the “go” signal. My ears even open, listening for the slightest cue that may help my failing  sight in this situation.

And I notice how this is a terrific metaphor for challenges in life. When you really can’t see ahead of you, and are taught to rely on simply this present moment. When everything seems to slow down, you become aware of every breath, when every sense you have is on alert. Where you place your trust in something bigger than yourself.  And allow this trust to guide you through to when you can once again see from a viewpoint of clarity.

You see, even in the densest fog, the road beneath me has not changed, the mountains, sun and sky continue to hold their place…. The single variable and often terrifying truth is simply that my perspective of everything has shifted, due to my limited vision in those moments.

And isn’t that how life is?  We are often reminded – suddenly and without the option of backing out or turning around – to surrender to the moment, to use other senses in lieu of what our eyes can see, to trust that the ground remains steadfast, and that, yes, we can navigate through this safely. Not comfortably perhaps, but intact.

In those moments, who is at our side, navigating through this with us, becomes extremely important.  There are times that the nervousness – or panic – of my passenger becomes palpable. It adds to my anxiety.  Other times, my passengers have gently, and often without a word, taken a deep, centering breath and I could feel their trust and positive energy adding an extra layer of nurturance and guidance through the fog.

I heard a speaker once say “Flowers don’t grow without stirring up the soil ”.

What flowers are waiting to bloom in your garden?

What will the fog teach you?

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Beyond The Words

Written Words

It’s interesting to me that I enjoy the poetry and eloquence of the written and spoken word as much as I do, especially since the bulk of my healing work and volunteering is done in the powerful – and often profound – realm beyond words.
With the variety of energy work I provide, compassionate care is offered through light touch or near touch to guide people’s energy field to wholeness. The majority of experiences are provided in an atmosphere of soothing music, and without conversation. And yet, there is much communication. In this intuitive and responsive time together, I notice things, trust what arises, and offer appropriate focus of care based on a multitude of non-verbal signals.
I realized early in my Hospice volunteering that in fact, so much communication occurs in the space beyond and sometimes beneath the words. When in the depths of final transition, so much cannot be conveyed with words. Sometimes, despair doesn’t allow for words to come. Sometimes, the person I am sitting with is in the final moments of life, and unable to speak. These are profound moments that serve as reminders of the immense power and sanctity of non-verbal communication. A willing hand to hold, a gentle presence, a gaze of understanding and compassion, or simply holding space for someone in need are all meaningful in this immensely rich time beyond words.
Perhaps this is why I appreciate the times I hear or read words from others that resonate with me. They serve as reminders of the interplay within communication. Because the message is heard in the ear of the listener. Irrespective of the actual words said, it is the perspective of the listener that creates the framework for their meaning.
Lately I had the pleasure of hearing a host of people I admire, including Marianne Williamson Barbara Marx Hubbard, Penache Desai, the list goes on and on…… at a global teleconference. And I took the opportunity to jot down a few of the gems from their sharing, to capture them for another day when I will again receive their inspiration, be lifted, and perhaps pass them along in a silent prayer to someone else.
And I recognize the enormous power for inspiration and influence the written word provides. I have been asked to share a bit of my life journey in a collection of stories showcasing the power of defining moments within the lives of a variety of people. I am blessed to be part of this book, and will dig deep to articulate words that best express my moments of clarity, of choice, of connection, of experiences that have both shaped my world and rippled to those around me. I will seek to transmit the feelings within my story in an authentic way that both honours the people on my path, and invites readers on a journey of discovery.
As I write these words today, I am reminded of a poem that shaped my early adulthood. Here’s a bit of context… I graduated from high school and moved away from home in a time before personal computers and emails, let alone texting and Skype, were commonplace. So I used to write a lot of letters. Perhaps after reading this poem, you will understand why. I hope you enjoy this perspective of the written word as much as I do.

 

“They tell me Mom and Dad check the mailbox every day for a letter from me.
I pray for them often, but don’t write much.
Perhaps I should write more often and pray less?
Or maybe, a letter is a prayer that meant what it said”.                  Author Unknown.

 

In health and vibrancy, Laurie.