Sunday, January 21, 2018

Morning Musings

Wednesday my area of the country, the US, was hit and I mean HIT with a snowstorm that was very reminiscent of my New Hampshire years.  I grew up in a wee town in NH where your arse could freeze to the sidewalk if you fell down at just the right time. 

A few days before the storm hit I could tell by the behaiour of the squirrels and birds we were in for something big.  My neighbors feed the squirrels and birds and they were coming in droves to feed and feed in big ways.  It wasn't the usual 3 or 4 at a time, there were often over a dozen around the feeders.  As I took my walks, I also noticed that they were shoring up their nests with leaves.

The forecasters called for 1-3 inches maximum.  The squirrels and birds were telling me we were going to get walloped.  We got walloped.  So far this year, squirrels 2, met office 0. 

The squirrels didn't come out that snowy day either.  They didn't come out for two entire days after it hit.  I noticed that too.  Their slow return was quite evident late on Friday afternoon. 

So today, as much of the lovely white stuff is melting and Southern Life is returning to something like normal, I'm watching those squirrels from the wee early hours of the morning.  As I get up before dawn most days, it's a lovely way to start the day.  Tea in hand, watch the sun rise over the treetops of the hill, and watch critters. 

As I watch them, I realize again, how they don't fight their intuition, their inner knowing, their inner "ding" as we humans far too often do.  Right now these little grey fluff tails are doing the following jobs: feeding (of course), carrying leaves from the ground as much as 50 feet into the limbs of the trees where their nests are located, and having a jolly good romp of play time with each other - a squirrel game of tag if you will! 

One particular nest I can see quite clearly from my chair and the male and female squirrels that own it are going up and down, up and down, dozens of times and each time up they are carrying leaves from a pile that was protected from the snow.  On the way up they are all business, yet on the way down they scamper with each other. 

They aren't worried about their calendar and getting their "to do list" done.  They aren't worrying about whether there will be enough leaves to do the job or the right colour leaves for that matter.  Up she goes, mouth full of leaves, stops on the first big branch, scratches, looks around, hope up and go again all the way to the top, another 30 feet in just seconds. 

You can learn a lot from squirrels if you watch and listen to them long enough.  If you think of them as souls/beings and not just little grey animals as society often teaches us to think. 

They know not to worry about things that make no sense really.  The 10,000 things Dr. Dyer used to tell us about in his books and lectures.  Lao Tsu's 10,000 things he described in the Tao.  The squirrels don't give a rat's arse about those 10,000 things. 

They don't worry about their butts being to big, small, round, flat etc.  They don't worry if "mom" will like our new wall paper/paint/sofa/chairs etc.  They don't worry if their hair is just right today.  They don't worry about how they look.  Down at the bottom of the hill there is a little half blind squirrel that always comes up to me to say hello.  He/She doesn't care about anything other than I'm kind and say hello to him/her that day. 

To us humans, they look like chaos we so, so try to avoid as they romp around chasing each other and going about their business.  In reality they are showing us how creator works at times.  Play, Work together, build together, work hard, play some more.  Oh you can learn a lot from squirrels any day and every day. 

Sunday, January 14, 2018

It's all in the vibes, even one's food

At a little over 53 years I've had all sorts of changes.  All the changes one can have in raising children, marriage and divorce, life with a partner and watching him cross over too.  I've through a good income as well as scraping it so hard you could hear the grind of pulling the pennies out of my pocket just to get cat food or dog food.  I've learned to live with and through those.

There's one hard change for me that even after all these years it caught me again tonight.  It's so ruddy simple a thing too.  Making myself dinner is still so hard at times.  After a couple of hours fiddling in my mind on what to make, I settled for rehashing some home made chicken soup. There wasn't any real fun in it though.

Over 40 years ago I started learning to cook, bake and make meals.  It was fun.  My dad and mum were the first to brave the trials of my cooking experiments.  Over the years it was usually for family of one sort or another and then my family.  I so loved making dinner for my girls and our talking over the table about our day.  I loved making them all the treats mums make their kids in school.  After they went off to university there were the "mom' trips where I would go and cook for them or their visits home.  In between there was cooking for my late partner and I which had slid downward as he became more and more obsessed with work.  So much so he missed dinner only to find it warm in the oven hours later.

Now, many years later there's no one to cook for but me.  Food is healing, it's Love on a plate or in a bowl.  Food is not only what makes up those new cells we grow every minute of every day, but it's also the vibration we take on as we go in life. 

That's why I KNOW it's so important for me to find the enjoyment, the fun in food for me again.  Although I share my baking with friends when I can, it's not as often as I would like.  It seems everyone is watching something or other on their doctors' don't list. 

So tonight I put into words that I need to find the fun, love and joy in my food again.  I've taken out my cook book by Denise and Meadow Linn one of the few books I've ever picked up that I could feel the radiant love from as I opened it the first time.  Playing and enjoying meals for me, I've got a lot of them to do in the years ahead and I want them to be healthy, loving and joyful years.  Food is just one way to interject that more into my life.

You see it's all in the vibes, even when it comes to food.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

It's all in a Dream

Near the end of this year will make 40 years since my first memorable dream visitation.  Soundly my 14 year old ginger head lay sleeping just around two weeks after my father's passing.  Then the miracle happened. 

My father walked into my small apartment bedroom.  The walls were mostly transparent but for the the glow of the corners and shading of the rest.  Dad stood there, just as he had in life, only more real, more alive and oh how wonderful it felt to see Daddy again!  I lay there in my dream looking at Dad and hearing his voice so astonished!  The next thing I'll never forget.  He said "Well, at least I know you can hear me now" as he smiled broadly. 

For how long we talked I don't know.  We walked around the apartment a little and I was so surprised no one was up but us.  It was so vivid and so real that he was there.  What exactly we talked about I truly cannot remember now.  I do know that if I need to remember it will come back to me some how. 

This memory I cherish more so now than I did all those years ago in some ways.  Still I remember how I tried so very hard at breakfast sitting around the old formica and chrome table to tell my mother and oldest brother Dad had visited.  I was feeling so charged and happy with his visit!  It's so typical that when we do have dream visitations they leave us feeling so light and happy as I learned many years later. 

My family tried to reason it all away as so many do.  In the days that followed I turned quiet about my dream so as not to rock the boat in the house as I was all too familiar with at the time.  However, I still remained very happy every time I thought about that visit, which was often. 

You see, in that wonderful visitation my father gave me all those years ago, he gave me something more than just a brief visit.  He gave me a wonderful gift.  He now knew and was happy about my abilities.  He acknowledged in "Well at least I know you can hear me now" that one little sentence, with that nonchalant grin was my first confirmation of my mediumship abilities from my father.  It's also something we all wish from our parents and don't often receive - loving approval. 

So from beyond the veil, with a wonderful smile, Dad showed me the benefits of being able to hear him now. 

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

A Little Morning Connection Magic

This morning I woke up at what my oldest brother would have termed “O’dark thirty.” My first chores of the morning are always tea for myself and breakfast for my feline crew. They have to wait for mum to have a good cuppa before breakfast however they may watch and not so silently complain sometimes. It’s the only way to ensure I’m awake enough to get it right and not trip over a tail twitching on the floor.

As I sit here with my tea, watching out the windows, I give thanks to the Creator for everything in my life. Every morning warm tea, warming my hands, bringing me around to a more functional me and being so thankful for just being here another day. This morning as I sat here I felt something more though, I noticed a little difference, a little shift if you will.

It’s not only me in here that is so very grateful for the warmer air. Early on as I sat here with my tea, I opened the window in my living room area, immediately I noticed my fur cats pick up as the twilight was upon us, the sounds of birds filled our space. Their energy brightened as mine was doing this morning and they helped me make the deep down connection within. As I watched the darkness give way over the hill in front of me, so too did the birds begin singing to greet their new day.

Slowly the silhouette of hills gave way to the light rising over them. The clouds, thin and dark contrasting the light coming underneath of them in that wee early hour. Then not just an epiphany but an all over deep understanding of why. Why I feel so closed off when the cold strikes and I have to close the blinds and curtains, battening down our hatches if you will against that cold winter air. “Yes,” I thought to myself, “I feel more disconnected from nature and her beings.” Inside me, my soul was delighting with the caw of the crows, the tweets and full throated songs coming from all the littler birds. I took joy in hearing the distant roosters crowing their morning salutation.

We may think we live on a blue ball in space, but the reality is we live with that blue ball in space. Everything and everyone has a connection with it and to it. Therefore, we have a connection with one another too.

Now as true light appears giving the thin strip clouds their golden edges to the beautiful blue-grey from their suspended place, I see the first of the squirrels descending from their nests. Skittering over branches that would make all but the bravest of tightrope walkers hesitant and jealous. I could feel their eagerness to get down and begin their morning for food and socializing. Their enthusiasm with the warmer temperatures radiating from them.

No wonder I feel so cut off when the extraordinary cold hit. But now I know I can hold onto this moment to teach me that all I have to do is reach out past the shuttered windows with my senses. Something I’d done earlier in my life instinctively but now I can hold onto it with more conscientious intention. This for me has been beautiful connection and true magic in the morning.