Saturday, October 27, 2012

An Open Heart

I asked the universe to show me what was keeping me from accepting a situation completely and I saw my heart struggling to open fully. I thought it had been open but I came to see that I had been protecting myself. I had my heart half open so that I could slam it shut quickly if necessary. Having our heart wide open often feels like a place of weakness when in fact it is a place of strength. When I saw this, I relaxed and felt myself truly breathe into the circumstance. I do not have to close my heart or protect myself from other’s behaviors.


Feeling joy or pain is our personal choice, no matter what is happening around us. An open heart can be soft and surrendering or authoritative and strong. Our choice. The body completely relaxes when we allow our heart to unwind and drop its defenses. For me, it was a matter of trust. I trust me. I trust I will take care of me. I do not need to carry armor over my heart. I will always be OK. I am divinely supported and loved. No one can cause an emotion in me I have not chosen.

I can look at their actions and see that it is just another point of view. I do not have to buy into their ideas or defend my own. I can be the observer and relax, breathe into my heart. Only with an open heart can we see others and they see us for all that we are. We feel-see them. A half opened heart is looking out through old beliefs and old fears. The minute anything resonates with an ancient wound, we can slam the heart closed. Is that really the way you want to see the world, from behind a broken door?

No. I am so glad I was given this vision to help me see the basis for my discomfort. An open heart allows me to see the truth. It allows me to be all that I can be and expand to my full potential. I do not have to agree or fight, just be.

Acceptance

I loved Don Miguel Ruiz’s book The Mastery of Love. I read it several years ago but sections of it stick in the back of my mind. He asks the question, “Why can’t we accept our lover like we accept our dog?” He was referring to the fact that we don’t say to ourselves, “I love everything about that dog except that his tail is too short, I wish he had spots or he wags his tail funny.” No. We love him because of those things. It makes him quirky and unique. He loves us unconditionally and completely. If we are in a bad mood or happy; he is glad to see us.


I know how important that is to me. I’m sure it is for all of us. How many times have we felt that someone would really love us “if only”? If only you wouldn’t leave stuff around the bathroom, if only you’d get along with my family better, if only you would be more controlling or less.

We want to be accepted for all that we are. I am passionate and funny, and sometimes I’m messy when I cook. I am “chatty Kathy” in the morning but I am quiet and sleepy after 9:00 pm. I can be powerful and dynamic but sometimes I just want to be cuddled and nurtured. I am ok with all of that about me.

A perfect example of this acceptance is when my brother in law got upset with my sister not long ago for her stubbornness, but then he kissed her and said, “yes, but that’s what I love about you.” She can be a tough business owner and knows what she wants. He understands and appreciates her for her tenacity even though sometimes it is not easy.

I think we would all do better accepting our partners for all that they are, all the nuances that make them who we fell in love with. Let go of the need to be right and have them agree with your point of view. Give them a loving scratch behind the ears and let them be them.



Thursday, October 25, 2012

Message of the day

Whether obvious or not, Pat, and usually it's not, everyone in your life is there to help you, AND, they're actually doing so right now.
We call this the Everyone In Your Life Is There To Help You Rule.
Tallyho,

The Universe

 Which, incidentally, Pat, doesn't mean you have to keep them there. In fact, their offering may simply be to teach you to say "adios."   © www.tut.com ®  

Who will you re-fall in love with today, Pat?
Whe-e-e-e-e-e . . .
The Universe

Or you could start from scratch, Pat, and pretend it's for the first time.

I just love these inspirational messages I get from Mike Dooley every morning when I wake up. Yesterday's message was bringing peace to letting go and today's is the excitement of saying "hello" and beginning again. It is snowing for the second time in 3 days. Tuesday we got 4". I havent even had a chance to put my porch furniture away and it is time to put up the Christmas lights, sheesh. The snow makes me feel like hunkering down in front of the fire and writing again, so that is exciting. My best thinking is in the morning. Even though my biorhythms say I am at 0% intellectual, I better get my butt to work. I was thinking of my next horse story. It is about my horse Buckwheat that passed away last fall at 34 years old. She shared my life for over 22 years. I didnt want her because she was so plain looking. No "chrome". What a dunce I was then. It makes for a good story, how Spirit literally put her in my barn and I had no choice but to spend time with her. Best thing that could have ever happened. Later!





Monday, September 3, 2012

Old Beliefs

I had a disagreement with someone last week. I was amazed at how quickly my buttons were pushed. All of these old, familiar emotions came rushing to the forefront. How far back do these emotions come from, I wondered? Why was I affected by his judgment of me? Instead of letting it roll off, my instinct was to defend and retaliate. That is not the person I am choosing to be.


A vision came to my mind. I saw myself standing on a hill facing my opponent. We were both dressed in Gladiator or Roman soldier attire. We were only about an arm's length from each other, almost toe to toe. Behind us were battalions of men. These men were willing to fight to the death to defend our position. My soldiers ranged in age, in size, in color and weight. As I looked behind me, at them, I realized who they were. These men were my old beliefs, ready to take offense at the slightest gesture.

Each of these beliefs came from my past. Some were from my childhood, some from my days at college, some from past relationships, and some from a particularly difficult work experience. They stood there encouraging me to fight, letting me know that they would be right beside me, willing to defend me and relish the fight.

I do not wish to match wits, to prove my valor, to be right. I know who I am. I looked once again into the eyes of my foe. In my heart, I did not wish to harm him. He had his own set of beliefs pushing him forward. I laid down my sword; I removed my helmet and shed my armor. I turned away and walked away from the hill as my soldiers faded into the air. I had no use for them now.

Is it our ego that pushes our buttons and thrusts us into conflict? I know that our soul seeks union and harmony. I am going to be on the watch for these soldiers who rise up to defend me and yet separate me from others. I do not wish them in my camp anymore. I have seen who they really are.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Another Montana Day

Another gorgeous day in Montana. We rode to the top of the mountain that lover looks the farm and all of Flathead Valley. The low lying clouds are actually smoke from wild fires in Utah. Things are getting dangerously dry here but luckily no fires on our side of the mountains yet. Lakota is getting to be a terrific trail horse. We have spent a lot of time together this summer.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Energy vampires

I was listening to a webinar the other day and it has spawned a few thoughts. It was a discussion about energy and the human body. The woman said that dark and light cannot exist in the same space, just like negative and positive does not exist in the same space. She compared a room with a light bulb; it is on or off, to a couple – one positive and the other negative. When a person is being negative, he finds an upbeat, optimistic person jarring to his nerves. His energy is depleted. He does not appreciate all of the high vibration energy the other person is exuding. Since both energies cannot exist in the same space, something has to shift. The negative person begins pushing the buttons of the positive person. If the positive person can stay centered there is no exchange. One of them will probably leave the space. If the positive person gets drawn into the baiting, she will begin having a charge. This is how the negative person drains energy off the positive person. It can only happen if they can get the other person fired up.


We’ve all felt this. Some people just suck the life out of us. We are going along happy and peaceful and a person, in a low energy state, can manage to take us right out of that place. The next thing we know is that we are feeling as low as them. Now we are both negative.

The trick is to recognize what is happening. If we understand that they are just low on energy, we can help them make their own and not need to sap energy from anyone else. Ask them if they are willing to feel better. If so, start having them think about the things they love – their children, nature, pets – anything to help them shift to a higher frequency. Love is the highest vibration. They will begin to raise their own energy. Once they feel more whole you can both be positive and happy.

Realize this when someone negative is in your space. #1. Don’t get drawn in by their attack. #2. If they are willing to be positive, then help them by making suggestions to raise their energy. If they want to stay negative, disengage and walk away. You are not helping them by allowing them to drain your energy. The only way to truly be of service is to be an example of positive vibration.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Montana Folk Music Festival


Last weekend was the Montana Folk Music Festival in Butte, MT. For anyone that has not seen this, it was amazing. I couldnt get over the diversity and quality of the music. This is a Native American Honor Song. http://montanafolkfestival.com/ I have many videos, but am having a hard time getting them to load. There was music from Russia, Japan, Slovakia, the Appalachian Mountains, Swing from Austin, old time Rock and Roll from Memphis, the Blues, Native American drummers, Salsa from Puerto Rico, Cajun Zydeco and Celtic Music. The dance floor was always hopping. At least 5 stages were filled from noon until 11:00 pm each day. My good friend, Rob Johnson, retired Ravalli agent, was a gallant escort.


I'd highly recommend this event.