It’s Monday the 11th of October. As I write this, I’m sitting in a little coffee house I recently discovered, called Evos. It’s very eclectic, but more importantly it has the best coffee I‘ve ever tasted and scones to live for. There is amazing art on the walls and music from the 70’s is playing in the background. The proprietors, Candace and Don really know how to make a being feel welcome. It’s so cool!
My Saturday was spent in the never ending quest for finding a more permanent place to live. I was hoping beyond hope that my space would be ready for me, but sadly, it wasn’t. So feeling a little weary I decided to take Sunday off and do a little exploring to renew my spirits. I discovered that Mt. Shasta is only 90 minutes away so it would be off to the Promised Land for me.
Leaving early in the morning I was rewarded with the most perfect light hitting the mountains and Shasta Valley as I came up over the rise. What a spectacular view of Mt. Shasta, so imposing on the horizon. The power rolling off the mountain was intense. As soon as I hit the valley floor a vision began filtering in of a past eruption. It took all I had to stop the vision, when I just wanted to give myself over to it. Seriously, not a good thing to have happening when you’re driving, let alone at 75 mph.
When I got home, I checked and the last eruption for Mt. Shasta was 200 years ago. The strength of the energetic signature is amazing. Were you aware that every event that has occurred through time leaves an energetic signature that someone like me can read? Since past, present and future are all happening simultaneously…well you get the idea. It’s all just hanging out there waiting to be discovered.
I found the little town of Mt. Shasta to be interesting with all its New Age shops. However, the beauty and energy of the area will keep me coming back again and again. I hear the hiking up there is amazing. I cannot wait to experience it.
Did anyone pick up that Sunday was 10/10/10? I have to admit with everything going on that one slipped by me until a friend was kind enough to share. The day ushered in amazing energies that will continue to open things up and provide that little extra something we need to accomplish the changes we are in the process of making. However, you have to be willing to let go of the worn and outdated in order to keep balance. It’s all part of that Universal catabolic state of burning away to make room for the new.
I awoke this morning feeling renewed and definitely benefiting from an energy shift and clearing away of all the etheric clutter I picked up on my travels here. I feel more in sync with the area and things definitely have been flowing better.
Before I sign off there are a couple of important facts about Oregon I think everyone should know.
You can’t pump your own fuel here. No, it’s true! Just like times past, you get full service at no extra charge. I like it!
You can’t buy any products that have Pseudoephedrine (don’t ask me to pronounce it) Sulfate without a prescription. You’re thinking: so what? Well if you have pollen allergies and are used to walking up to the pharmacy window, signing electronic papers and getting handed a 30 day supply, it would mean something to you. What a shock. It’s like living in a dry county (no liquor sold) and having to make rum runs. I’m thinking, great, I am going to have to drive 30 minutes across the state line into California to make a Claritin run once a month, how crazy is that? I can see it now, a life of crime running drugs over state lines, just to keep from sneezing, coughing and having itchy eyes. Isn’t that special!
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Energetics: the science that deals with the laws of energy and its transformations.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
THE DANCE CONTINUES
It has been 15 days since I left Park City. I know, hard to believe, but true.
Someone asked me recently, if I missed it. In the two years that I lived there I met people who lived in, left and came back to Park City.
I loved it and loved the beauty, but surprisingly I don’t miss it. Truthfully? My focus has been so keen on my start here in Ashland that I haven’t looked back.
More importantly, there are people who I will miss interacting with on a daily basis. After all we have our routines, don’t we? I really enjoyed my yoga class and going to PC Roasters after enjoying a latte, chatting with everyone about everything under the sun and seeing my dog friend--a white Great Pyrenees aptly named, Yeti.
There are friends I definitely miss seeing in the flesh, even though I have seen a few since I have been gone. Astral travel does put a whole different spin on things. In truth we are never really separate.
I am now staying in a beautiful spot just south of town surrounded by green, green and horses. Mountains cradle Ashland in an interesting contrast. To the west is the Siskiyou Mountain range which is covered in beautiful Redwoods and many types of conifers. To the east it is rolling hills cloaked in wheat colored grass and oaks. What really speaks to me, however, is the energy I feel from the Pacific Ocean, only two hours away.
Ashland is a bit surreal at times. It is not a big town, but densely populated, thanks to city planning. It is filled with professional aging hippies and college students who are attending Southern Oregon University. As I write this I am recalling the evening I stayed in Bend someone asked me where I was headed. When I replied Ashland, she said “oh!” I asked, “Why?” She very seriously informed me that Ashland is full of hippies and everyone smokes pot. It was all I could do to reply with a straight face. Really! Early one morning I was walking through one of the little parks and began experiencing a slight buzz. I began to notice an all too familiar fragrance, yes; the guy walking in front of me was definitely smoking a joint. Just to be clear, marijuana is legal here for medicinal purposes. Still, I resisted asking him what his physical issue was.
Everyone is a practicing Greenie (environmentally conscious) and traffic stops to allow people to cross the street. Well, most of the time, unless their plate says California. They always seem to be in a hurry.
There is a thriving Thespian community here; as a matter of fact their Shakespeare productions draw people from all over the world from February through October each year. There are deer aplenty here wandering through town and they even wait for traffic to stop before crossing the street--really. Ashland is unique in so many ways, it fits like a well worn pair of jeans and tie-dye shirt.
There are already places that I enjoy being and people I enjoy seeing. Some are beginning to hear about my work and so the Dance Continues…….
Someone asked me recently, if I missed it. In the two years that I lived there I met people who lived in, left and came back to Park City.
I loved it and loved the beauty, but surprisingly I don’t miss it. Truthfully? My focus has been so keen on my start here in Ashland that I haven’t looked back.
More importantly, there are people who I will miss interacting with on a daily basis. After all we have our routines, don’t we? I really enjoyed my yoga class and going to PC Roasters after enjoying a latte, chatting with everyone about everything under the sun and seeing my dog friend--a white Great Pyrenees aptly named, Yeti.
There are friends I definitely miss seeing in the flesh, even though I have seen a few since I have been gone. Astral travel does put a whole different spin on things. In truth we are never really separate.
I am now staying in a beautiful spot just south of town surrounded by green, green and horses. Mountains cradle Ashland in an interesting contrast. To the west is the Siskiyou Mountain range which is covered in beautiful Redwoods and many types of conifers. To the east it is rolling hills cloaked in wheat colored grass and oaks. What really speaks to me, however, is the energy I feel from the Pacific Ocean, only two hours away.
Ashland is a bit surreal at times. It is not a big town, but densely populated, thanks to city planning. It is filled with professional aging hippies and college students who are attending Southern Oregon University. As I write this I am recalling the evening I stayed in Bend someone asked me where I was headed. When I replied Ashland, she said “oh!” I asked, “Why?” She very seriously informed me that Ashland is full of hippies and everyone smokes pot. It was all I could do to reply with a straight face. Really! Early one morning I was walking through one of the little parks and began experiencing a slight buzz. I began to notice an all too familiar fragrance, yes; the guy walking in front of me was definitely smoking a joint. Just to be clear, marijuana is legal here for medicinal purposes. Still, I resisted asking him what his physical issue was.
Everyone is a practicing Greenie (environmentally conscious) and traffic stops to allow people to cross the street. Well, most of the time, unless their plate says California. They always seem to be in a hurry.
There is a thriving Thespian community here; as a matter of fact their Shakespeare productions draw people from all over the world from February through October each year. There are deer aplenty here wandering through town and they even wait for traffic to stop before crossing the street--really. Ashland is unique in so many ways, it fits like a well worn pair of jeans and tie-dye shirt.
There are already places that I enjoy being and people I enjoy seeing. Some are beginning to hear about my work and so the Dance Continues…….
Sunday, October 3, 2010
KATE'S GREAT ADVENTURE CONTINUES...
After exploring Bend I actually was blessed to get 10 minutes of Dr. Griffith’s time. She is the equine vet I wanted to connect with before heading to Ashland. For those of you who don’t know, I met Dr. Griffith in Ocala while she was there training in equine acupuncture. After our chat, she offered for me to look her up, if I indeed, made it to Oregon. Well there you are. I am happy to share that she now has all my information and will be getting in touch for a sit down in the near future. Why am I in touch with her? I am specifically looking for equine referrals for my work and she happens to be a very intelligent, kind woman as well.
I arrived in Ashland late Friday and had the same response as I did on my first visit in 08. I cried and felt an overwhelming sense of joy. It was like finally coming home after being away for a lifetime.
Sunday morning I awoke feeling compelled to move to Europe—just kidding! However, I was compelled to head to the ocean. So head west young woman I did.
The only route from Ashland to the ocean is on the Redwood Highway. It is so named because; the road takes you right through Redwood National Park. Needless to say I was very excited as I was going to feel the Pacific on my feet and stand amongst the giants all in one day. Wahoo!!!!
The forest was beyond anything I could imagine. The energy was ancient and filled my every fiber. The beauty was magnificent. I had the windows down and my senses were assailed by a rich mix of earth conifers, and myrtle. I wanted to stop so I could absorb it all, and in ten minutes in, I found just the spot.
Imagine you are off to the side of a very narrow two lane road. You step out of your car and all around you are giants and a magical fern filled forest floor lay at your feet. Then you notice something else the silence and you become keenly aware that the Divine is all around you.
I wanted to take a few pictures to share with everyone and I started on my side, but then felt the need to turn and take some shots of the grove across the highway. Now mind you, everything is still, but vibrating with this energy that is palpable. I turn point the camera and click. Nothing moving, everything is still and silent. I get back in my car and continue toward the coast.
I have been feeling the energy from the ocean since Bend, Oregon, but it’s really getting strong as I move closer. I have now moved off of the Redwood Highway and am headed north on 101 also known as the Pacific Coast Highway.
I came around a curve and am hit with the visual of purple/grey/blue on the horizon and sea mist hanging like a light haze. The strong smell of salt is heavy in the air. Believe it or not the Pacific Ocean definitely smells different than the Atlantic and the Gulf.
At this point I cannot see the water, but the excitement is building. It has been 4 years since I have walked on a beach or just sat and watched the surf come in.
As I am approaching Brookings Oregon, I spot Crissey Fields State Park and pull in. I come up through the dunes and I’m struck by the energy that is rolling off the waves and the feeling I experience standing there watching the waves crash in. Well, to put it mildly, I was moved. The feel of the water on my feet as the water moved up the beach, amazing. I spend a few hours just being and taking it all in before I reluctantly head back to Ashland.
I have included some of the pictures from the shore on the blog, but most especially, I have also included one from my stop among the Redwoods. It is an amazing picture. You will see that I shot more than I was expecting. I consider it a gift of confirmation and one that only has one explanation.
What do you see?
I arrived in Ashland late Friday and had the same response as I did on my first visit in 08. I cried and felt an overwhelming sense of joy. It was like finally coming home after being away for a lifetime.
Sunday morning I awoke feeling compelled to move to Europe—just kidding! However, I was compelled to head to the ocean. So head west young woman I did.
The only route from Ashland to the ocean is on the Redwood Highway. It is so named because; the road takes you right through Redwood National Park. Needless to say I was very excited as I was going to feel the Pacific on my feet and stand amongst the giants all in one day. Wahoo!!!!
The forest was beyond anything I could imagine. The energy was ancient and filled my every fiber. The beauty was magnificent. I had the windows down and my senses were assailed by a rich mix of earth conifers, and myrtle. I wanted to stop so I could absorb it all, and in ten minutes in, I found just the spot.
Imagine you are off to the side of a very narrow two lane road. You step out of your car and all around you are giants and a magical fern filled forest floor lay at your feet. Then you notice something else the silence and you become keenly aware that the Divine is all around you.
I wanted to take a few pictures to share with everyone and I started on my side, but then felt the need to turn and take some shots of the grove across the highway. Now mind you, everything is still, but vibrating with this energy that is palpable. I turn point the camera and click. Nothing moving, everything is still and silent. I get back in my car and continue toward the coast.
I have been feeling the energy from the ocean since Bend, Oregon, but it’s really getting strong as I move closer. I have now moved off of the Redwood Highway and am headed north on 101 also known as the Pacific Coast Highway.
I came around a curve and am hit with the visual of purple/grey/blue on the horizon and sea mist hanging like a light haze. The strong smell of salt is heavy in the air. Believe it or not the Pacific Ocean definitely smells different than the Atlantic and the Gulf.
At this point I cannot see the water, but the excitement is building. It has been 4 years since I have walked on a beach or just sat and watched the surf come in.
As I am approaching Brookings Oregon, I spot Crissey Fields State Park and pull in. I come up through the dunes and I’m struck by the energy that is rolling off the waves and the feeling I experience standing there watching the waves crash in. Well, to put it mildly, I was moved. The feel of the water on my feet as the water moved up the beach, amazing. I spend a few hours just being and taking it all in before I reluctantly head back to Ashland.
I have included some of the pictures from the shore on the blog, but most especially, I have also included one from my stop among the Redwoods. It is an amazing picture. You will see that I shot more than I was expecting. I consider it a gift of confirmation and one that only has one explanation.
What do you see?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
ON THE ROAD AGAIN…..
Yesterday I awoke at 3 a.m. Granted, I am normally an early riser; anywhere from 4:30 to 5:30 a.m., but this was uncalled for. I just wanted to roll over and sleep a while longer. But once my brain started going, any hope of more sleep was futile. Instead of resisting any further, I decided to hit the road.
Since I had packed the car with my remaining possessions the day before, all I needed to do was dress, grab my purse and climb in the car. I left at 3:30 a.m., missing the early morning traffic in Salt Lake.
The down side? It was dark.
I always enjoy seeing the transition in topography as I move from one location to another, but since I crossed the Idaho state line in the dark there was only the observation of increased elevation and winding roads.
When dawn finally broke, it was behind me and flat open fields of green and dirt crisscrossed patterns lay before me. This part of Idaho is largely agriculture and dairy. Even if you don’t see the cows-- and I don’t know how one could miss them-- you would be able to detect the aroma on the wind. The window went up quickly.
I drove straight through to Boise, approximately 5.5 hours, where I stopped briefly to make a pit stop and more importantly get COFFEE.
Now I am not proud of it, but I am a coffee snob. If I am paying for it, I want a latte, and unfortunately there wasn’t a Starbucks, Java Joe’s or Tully’s to be found—or open. What is wrong with those people? If it were me I would have a spot on every major highway open at 4:00 a.m. Properly drained and fueled, I hit the road.
Next stop? Bend, Oregon.
As I crossed the Oregon state line I felt joyous and had a strong sense of coming home.
The area I came into was agricultural, which is true of much of Oregon. The state is a cornucopia, and the smell of onion was on the air. At first I thought, that can’t be me, I showered for Pete sakes. However, I began to notice that what looked like dirt fields were actually acres and acres of yellow onions.
One of the little areas I passed through was Butte Oregon. Butte stands out in my mind because of a sign I noticed--RoadKill Ranch. It’s true! The sign was attached to a small property of about half an acre. One can only assume that it is their unfortunate task on a regular basis to remove victims of drive bys. Shortly after RoadKill I crossed over Stinkingwater River. Both gave me a huge smile and set off a tangent of giggles.
From that point forward, as I was headed west on 20, the scenery became more beautiful. The winding road made its way up through sage covered hills alongside a beautiful river.
It had been about 4 hours since I left Boise and I stopped briefly at a Shell. When I climbed back in my car a beautiful pink/red dragonfly hovered by my open window, then decided to hover over the windshield and lead me out to the open road. Amazing! Those that know me know the significance the dragonfly has in my life. What made this even more powerful is that I had been contemplating signs from Spirit and how nice it would be to get one today. Somebody was definitely listening.
When Bend came into view I was taken with the high plains desert look. Very much like Utah, but greener, with snow-covered mountains looming on the horizon--breathtaking to say the least. I will be staying for a day in Bend, checking it out before heading to Ashland, which is 3 hours away. Stay tuned….you never know what will happen next…..
Since I had packed the car with my remaining possessions the day before, all I needed to do was dress, grab my purse and climb in the car. I left at 3:30 a.m., missing the early morning traffic in Salt Lake.
The down side? It was dark.
I always enjoy seeing the transition in topography as I move from one location to another, but since I crossed the Idaho state line in the dark there was only the observation of increased elevation and winding roads.
When dawn finally broke, it was behind me and flat open fields of green and dirt crisscrossed patterns lay before me. This part of Idaho is largely agriculture and dairy. Even if you don’t see the cows-- and I don’t know how one could miss them-- you would be able to detect the aroma on the wind. The window went up quickly.
I drove straight through to Boise, approximately 5.5 hours, where I stopped briefly to make a pit stop and more importantly get COFFEE.
Now I am not proud of it, but I am a coffee snob. If I am paying for it, I want a latte, and unfortunately there wasn’t a Starbucks, Java Joe’s or Tully’s to be found—or open. What is wrong with those people? If it were me I would have a spot on every major highway open at 4:00 a.m. Properly drained and fueled, I hit the road.
Next stop? Bend, Oregon.
As I crossed the Oregon state line I felt joyous and had a strong sense of coming home.
The area I came into was agricultural, which is true of much of Oregon. The state is a cornucopia, and the smell of onion was on the air. At first I thought, that can’t be me, I showered for Pete sakes. However, I began to notice that what looked like dirt fields were actually acres and acres of yellow onions.
One of the little areas I passed through was Butte Oregon. Butte stands out in my mind because of a sign I noticed--RoadKill Ranch. It’s true! The sign was attached to a small property of about half an acre. One can only assume that it is their unfortunate task on a regular basis to remove victims of drive bys. Shortly after RoadKill I crossed over Stinkingwater River. Both gave me a huge smile and set off a tangent of giggles.
From that point forward, as I was headed west on 20, the scenery became more beautiful. The winding road made its way up through sage covered hills alongside a beautiful river.
It had been about 4 hours since I left Boise and I stopped briefly at a Shell. When I climbed back in my car a beautiful pink/red dragonfly hovered by my open window, then decided to hover over the windshield and lead me out to the open road. Amazing! Those that know me know the significance the dragonfly has in my life. What made this even more powerful is that I had been contemplating signs from Spirit and how nice it would be to get one today. Somebody was definitely listening.
When Bend came into view I was taken with the high plains desert look. Very much like Utah, but greener, with snow-covered mountains looming on the horizon--breathtaking to say the least. I will be staying for a day in Bend, checking it out before heading to Ashland, which is 3 hours away. Stay tuned….you never know what will happen next…..
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Art of Transformation
Those that know me will not be surprised to hear that Spirit has asked me, once again, to make a shift. The destination is Ashland Oregon.
Originally, I was headed for Ashland when I left Florida. However, when I arrived in Park City, Utah, Spirit asked me to stay. I was told it would be temporary, but since time really doesn’t exist, Spirit’s sense of time and ours is obviously going to be different. As a result Spirit’s temporary was two years in the physical realm.
I have no complaints about my stay here. After all, it is very beautiful and the energy is amazing. After living at 0 elevation for 28 years, I discovered that I really do enjoy higher elevation living and all its nuances. Also, I had the opportunity to meet and make some amazing friends and had the blessing of being a part of the healing process for many individuals here.
The growth in my abilities both psychically and as a healer, has been unbelievable, and these changes have allowed me to create a practice without borders, and I now have clients globally.
I can hear it now. How can you give up everything you’ve worked so hard for: and just walk away?
As I have mentioned in previous posts, to resist change when you recognize that a catabolic process has begun, could create unnecessary pain. Or, resistance could cause you to miss the boat completely. Besides, the answer is simple—really; I totally trust my guidance and know that this shift is ultimately in my best interest.
Truthfully, it feels like I have earned the right to shift.
Even though I don’t have it all understood, its okay. I know that all will be revealed in its most perfect timing. It’s like I have been handed a beautifully wrapped present. I am not allowed to open it yet, and I know that its size is misleading. It could actually be larger than or even smaller than it appears. Trust me, I have looked at this box every which way and even shaken it a few times, but received no hints.
So here I am on the precipice of change ready to leap into the unknown, with the certainty that I am in for the most amazing leg of the journey yet. Woo Hoo!!!
Originally, I was headed for Ashland when I left Florida. However, when I arrived in Park City, Utah, Spirit asked me to stay. I was told it would be temporary, but since time really doesn’t exist, Spirit’s sense of time and ours is obviously going to be different. As a result Spirit’s temporary was two years in the physical realm.
I have no complaints about my stay here. After all, it is very beautiful and the energy is amazing. After living at 0 elevation for 28 years, I discovered that I really do enjoy higher elevation living and all its nuances. Also, I had the opportunity to meet and make some amazing friends and had the blessing of being a part of the healing process for many individuals here.
The growth in my abilities both psychically and as a healer, has been unbelievable, and these changes have allowed me to create a practice without borders, and I now have clients globally.
I can hear it now. How can you give up everything you’ve worked so hard for: and just walk away?
As I have mentioned in previous posts, to resist change when you recognize that a catabolic process has begun, could create unnecessary pain. Or, resistance could cause you to miss the boat completely. Besides, the answer is simple—really; I totally trust my guidance and know that this shift is ultimately in my best interest.
Truthfully, it feels like I have earned the right to shift.
Even though I don’t have it all understood, its okay. I know that all will be revealed in its most perfect timing. It’s like I have been handed a beautifully wrapped present. I am not allowed to open it yet, and I know that its size is misleading. It could actually be larger than or even smaller than it appears. Trust me, I have looked at this box every which way and even shaken it a few times, but received no hints.
So here I am on the precipice of change ready to leap into the unknown, with the certainty that I am in for the most amazing leg of the journey yet. Woo Hoo!!!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Standing in the Light
I am experiencing an increase in clients voicing their frustration about partners, family members or friends. The complaint? An individual doesn’t seem to want to take steps to shift themselves. It is not uncommon, when one has been working on themselves, that the lower vibration behaviors of others can seem very glaring. When we are close to someone, we are often excited to share our new found truths. I call this the Born Again Christian syndrome.
When they do not seem interested in embracing our new truths it can be very frustrating for some. We see it as if they prefer to wallow in their stuff. Of course everyone has the choice to wallow or not to wallow. Some are so locked into their illusion; they cannot see a way out. Even when shown steps to take, it is as if the way is falling on deaf ears and blind eyes. When we are emotionally invested, it can be very difficult to sit back and watch someone spiral down.
I have a client I will call Sam. Sam is a very loving, compassionate and intelligent individual. She agonizes over the fact that her mother suffers from emotional imbalance and low self esteem, which often leads her to self destructive behavior. Even though Sam has spent a great deal of time offering alternatives to help her mom shift, she continues to make choices that keep her in her stuff. Sam wonders what to do.
Then there is David. He had been working very hard to make shifts in his life, but his partner didn’t share the same ambition for herself. Eventually, this created deep rifts in their relationship and David had to make some hard decisions. Should David have stopped his growth in order to preserve his marriage? I do not believe that anyone should ever hold themselves back to keep peace. After all, we are all here on our own journey and it is about honoring our path.
My sister suffered with addictions her whole life. It was painful to watch her on the path of self destruction. At some point, I realized she was holding our family emotionally hostage. All I was doing, when I thought I was helping, was enabling her inability. No matter what was said or done, it would never make a difference, because she wasn’t ready to make a change. In my effort to assist I was hurting her and myself.
I finally told her that I loved her and when she was ready to do what she needed to do, I would be there for her. Until then not to ask for my help any further. I have to say that was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
What I learned and we must all learn, is that, the only person we can change is ourselves. We cannot live someone else’s life for them. We can only hope that eventually they choose to stand in the light. Where, we can stand together.
When they do not seem interested in embracing our new truths it can be very frustrating for some. We see it as if they prefer to wallow in their stuff. Of course everyone has the choice to wallow or not to wallow. Some are so locked into their illusion; they cannot see a way out. Even when shown steps to take, it is as if the way is falling on deaf ears and blind eyes. When we are emotionally invested, it can be very difficult to sit back and watch someone spiral down.
I have a client I will call Sam. Sam is a very loving, compassionate and intelligent individual. She agonizes over the fact that her mother suffers from emotional imbalance and low self esteem, which often leads her to self destructive behavior. Even though Sam has spent a great deal of time offering alternatives to help her mom shift, she continues to make choices that keep her in her stuff. Sam wonders what to do.
Then there is David. He had been working very hard to make shifts in his life, but his partner didn’t share the same ambition for herself. Eventually, this created deep rifts in their relationship and David had to make some hard decisions. Should David have stopped his growth in order to preserve his marriage? I do not believe that anyone should ever hold themselves back to keep peace. After all, we are all here on our own journey and it is about honoring our path.
My sister suffered with addictions her whole life. It was painful to watch her on the path of self destruction. At some point, I realized she was holding our family emotionally hostage. All I was doing, when I thought I was helping, was enabling her inability. No matter what was said or done, it would never make a difference, because she wasn’t ready to make a change. In my effort to assist I was hurting her and myself.
I finally told her that I loved her and when she was ready to do what she needed to do, I would be there for her. Until then not to ask for my help any further. I have to say that was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
What I learned and we must all learn, is that, the only person we can change is ourselves. We cannot live someone else’s life for them. We can only hope that eventually they choose to stand in the light. Where, we can stand together.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Fear of Success, Failure or Both?
You find yourself poised to grab the brass ring that represents the fruits of your hard labor, but when it comes to taking the last step? Fear grips you. You freeze
Negative thoughts begin flowing in, one right after the other. Your intellectual spinning weaves an intricate web of can’t do, should not and can’t possibly.
Nothing good ever happens to me. This is a mistake. Something has to go wrong. Universe is probably playing a cruel joke on me and is going to jerk the rug out from under me at any moment. It is too good to hope for. I don’t really deserve this and when someone figures that out, I will lose everything. They’ve got the wrong person. Are you sure?
Sound familiar?
In my practice many have voiced these thoughts, and on occasion, I have experienced similar thoughts as well.
When we are afraid of success, it is often because we are afraid of losing the gift we are sharing, now that everyone is looking. The other side of being in the limelight, out there for the entire world to see, is that it puts us in a very vulnerable position; it opens us to the opinions of others, which have the potential to be unkind.
I have observed that everyone has an opinion about most things and that most opinions are based on where the person is in their life—usually changing and shifting like the tides.
Or it could be that by deed or word, you struck a nerve in asking them to look deep within. Mirroring has the potential to be painful for the mirror and/or for the reflection.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but we don’t have to accept it. However, if this opinion rings true, and we decide to take it on, it could become a useful tool. We can use it to shift and grow, ultimately empowering instead of immobilizing us.
Then there are those that fear failing for many of the same reasons. Their fear immobilizes them, keeping them locked in neutral, stalling what could be.
They haven’t learned that each endeavor is an opportunity for growth. There are do over’s. We are not locked into one channel. There are multiple paths that lay before us and all we have to do is shift.
For me, I just ask myself, what will I be missing if I don’t go for it? With that in mind, I just walk through that door and don’t look back.
Negative thoughts begin flowing in, one right after the other. Your intellectual spinning weaves an intricate web of can’t do, should not and can’t possibly.
Nothing good ever happens to me. This is a mistake. Something has to go wrong. Universe is probably playing a cruel joke on me and is going to jerk the rug out from under me at any moment. It is too good to hope for. I don’t really deserve this and when someone figures that out, I will lose everything. They’ve got the wrong person. Are you sure?
Sound familiar?
In my practice many have voiced these thoughts, and on occasion, I have experienced similar thoughts as well.
When we are afraid of success, it is often because we are afraid of losing the gift we are sharing, now that everyone is looking. The other side of being in the limelight, out there for the entire world to see, is that it puts us in a very vulnerable position; it opens us to the opinions of others, which have the potential to be unkind.
I have observed that everyone has an opinion about most things and that most opinions are based on where the person is in their life—usually changing and shifting like the tides.
Or it could be that by deed or word, you struck a nerve in asking them to look deep within. Mirroring has the potential to be painful for the mirror and/or for the reflection.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but we don’t have to accept it. However, if this opinion rings true, and we decide to take it on, it could become a useful tool. We can use it to shift and grow, ultimately empowering instead of immobilizing us.
Then there are those that fear failing for many of the same reasons. Their fear immobilizes them, keeping them locked in neutral, stalling what could be.
They haven’t learned that each endeavor is an opportunity for growth. There are do over’s. We are not locked into one channel. There are multiple paths that lay before us and all we have to do is shift.
For me, I just ask myself, what will I be missing if I don’t go for it? With that in mind, I just walk through that door and don’t look back.
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