As a fan of Oprah and Eckarte Tolle and their “lessons” of living in the “NOW”, I made huge strides since reading the book A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose, written by Eckarte Tolle.   For many varied reasons, I chose to change my behavior relating to how I acknowledge my appreciation for life, family, friends, material possessions, and life lessons.  I changed being appreciative and thankful at each event or poiniant moment to being truly thankful each and everyday, every moment if I could.  I’d have to say that I actually did ok with that, and I have continued, I have been honestly and truthfully thankful each day, giving thanks to my Creator and being “Extra” thankful for those special moments that are few and far between. Those moments such as births, marriages, etc.  What I didn’t realize was that although I was appreciative and thankful, I hadn’t truly felt it with every inch of my being until I read the book, A New Earth…

My daughter and I were in a car accident a coupe of months ago. Amazingly, we’re all right.  Physically, we were thrown around, as my car (it felt like) drove over the car that pulled out in front of us, the front end of our car totaled, the tire being bend sideways like a bendy-straw, the car landing on the remaining three tires to be hit by another car head on.  It was terrifying to say the least, but the worst was seeing my six year old daughter being jossled in the seat like a rag doll, her body remained still in the seat, but her legs and arms were jossled. 

My truth about this accident, is that it created several different situations that have proven to be incredible life lessons for me. First, I am thankful because we walked away from it, stiff and sore, to be expected, but in one piece, unbelievable. 

I have never cried so much in my life.  For a good month I couldn’t seem to get the image out of my head, it felt as though the car was moving in slow motion, and that image just kept repeating itself. I kept seeing this car pull in front of me, I keep trying to slam the brakes but the car just wouldn’t stop, and the car that pulled in front of me just kept coming towards us.

  So heres the “wow” moment that I also can’t get out of my head ~ The feeling of hands as large as life holding us in our seats, the air bags didn’t go off, but the feeling of being held in a position as if to protect us from hitting any part of the interior of the car. A feeling I can’t shake either – Being so thankful for my family, my healthy children, my husband, our home, our lives. 

Two days after the car accident, I am painfully reminded again of how precious life is as the news begins to broadcast the unfortunate event of four police officers being shot in the city of Oakland, only 35 minutes away.  Three were gone, with the fourth being on life support so that his body could bless and save four other individuals, save their lives, only a short while later. I have prayed for their families and friends and wish them love and healing through this difficult time.

About a week later, my son, a junior at high school at the time, told me the story of the experience he had at school that day.  They, the high school, had what’s called  “Every 15 minutes” .  As he choked back what I thought to be tears, he told me of the woman who spoke that day.  She was a judge, I believe he said she worked in the traffic division of the courts. She told the story of a little girl, her little sister and mom and dad. They were driving home from dinner one night when their car was hit by a drunk driver. The mother, the father and the little sister were all lost in that accident. The only survivor was the six year old little girl. She said that she had lost so much that day, because not only did she lose her family and become an orphan, but she admitted that this story was hers. She was the little girl that survived. This was why she chose to become a judge in the traffic division of the court system. She spoke about how this affected her life. What it was like getting married and not having her parents their, not having a dad to walk her down the isle, no grandparents for her own children, or great grandparents for their children. I cried like a baby while he told me this story, as I am write now writing about it.

So what’s the moral of this blog…Be thankful, feel blessed and appreciate the life you have today! It may change in a minute, it may be different tomorrow. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I can’t wait to tell my grandchildren how much they are valued (when the time comes), I’ve all ready told my children!

Have a blessed and wonderful day!

So I went to Borders today. I thought I’d browse, find a couple of good books to read, maybe find another beautiful tarot or oracle deck to add to my collection.

However, today I didn’t find either. What I did find was a huge addition of new books with a new subject added to the usual section of books that I normally look at. Each book referenced the year 2012.

Some books depicted the year 2012 as being the end of the earth as we know it, some referenced it as a new time of love and spirituality unveiled, with the statement that those of us sensitives will and are currently preparing ourselves for the day when the veil is lifted and our intuitive and healing abilities will become the norm, giving an emphasis to those who may now be struggling to take this time to learn, open up and allow themselves to be vulnerable to the new wave of spiritual air.

I’m curious what people think about this. I’m trying not to sit in fear of the world ending, as my intuitive gut tells me that it is more about the veil lifting and those of us who are intuitives will be able to feel “normal” due to the changes that will come.

Things in our world are all ready in such a state, with our United States being at war, and for what? That is a subject for a different day and a different blog! Our economic state is frightening, our schools are rated the worst compared to most of the schools around the world. Our children clearly have different ideas than we did as children. Our ozone layer is disappearing leaving us vulnerable to the sun’s damaging rays. As we struggle to win our own war with our government and the everyday people that the time is now to be green!!! Global warming isn’t going to happen, it has happened, we are only just now beginning to see changes and damage that it has in store for us if we don’t do something drastic, and not sooner, more like yesterday!

If you would like to respond please do, I would love to hear other folks opinions on these subjects, most importantly the 2012 theory!

Wishing you all love, light and laughter!

1. Thou shall give thy heart to God. Let Him be at the top of thy Christmas list.
2. Thou shall prepare thy soul for Christmas. Spend not so much on gifts that thy soul is forgotten.
3. Thou shall not let Santa Claus replace God, thus robbing the day of its Spiritual reality.
4. Thou shall not burden the shop girl, the mailman, and the merchant with complaints and demands.
5. Thou shall give thyself with thy gift. This will increase its value a hundred fold, and he who receives it shall treasure it forever.
6. Thou shall not value gifts received by their cost. Even the least expensive may signify Love, and that is more priceless than silver and gold.
7. Thou shall not neglect the needy. Share thy blessings with many who will go hungry and cold unless thou are generous.
8. Thou shall not neglect thy Church or Spiritual Guide. Their service and their support highlight the true meaning of the season.
9. Thou shall be as a little child … But not until thou has become in spirit as a little one art thou ready to enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.
10. Thou shall not forget to share your Joy, Peace and Love with those around you.

- Author unknown

I want to share a story with you. For those of you who know you have a gift but are afraid to share it…

Approximately a year and a half ago, I woke up one morning to hearing three names. My spirit guides kept repeating them, the names will be changed to protect the innocent-lol) Carol, Howard and Jean. I began asking everyone I ran across that morning if they were related to Carol, Howard and Jean. Nope, Nope, Nope, so by the time I got to work I thought maybe I was just trying to drive myself nuts and just obsessing. Anyway, I walked into my shop, and “Pat” was at the front desk smiling away, wishing me a warm hello. Hello I said, and couldn’t help myself, in fact, it came out like word vomit. “Pat? Do you know a Carol, Howard and a Jean?” “Yes” Pat said. “Carol is my mother-in-law, Tom’s mom.” I said “Ok fine? And Howard and Jean have passed away right?”

“No” Pat said. “Howard is still alive, but Jean has passed” I couldn’t help myself, because the message I got that morning was very clear! Not to mention, I had no idea who these folks were! Carol was the daughter and Howard and Jean were her parents, and my message was that they were both passed and they were saying hello to Carol. I didn’t know what to say to Pat. All I knew is that the message I got and the information Pat gave me were different. I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly knew it, but I couldn’t say it. Jean was coming through not just to say Hi, but to help Howard cross over, it was his time, my message was a bit confused, I thought they were both passed, but Jean was on the other side waiting for her soul mate, Harold to cross over to her so that they could be together.

I asked Pat “Are you sure?” She looked at me like I was nuts! She didn’t really believe in all my “witchy-woo” stuff, but I knew what was about to happen, thank goodness the phone rang to distract us both from the conversation that neither one of us was comfortable with at that point.

Pat came to work the following day to tell me that Howard had crossed over the night before at dinner. The family was having there evening meal, and Howard took a breath and leant over his plate, yes, he was gone. Pat began to cry a bit as she shared the news with me, I felt choked up and all I could say to her was “I’m sorry”, but inside I felt almost a sense of relief, I knew it was going to happen.

“Remember yesterday morning when I asked you about Carol, Howard and Jean…?” She looked at me with a blank stare and suddenly looked as though she was about to pass out. Spirit doesn’t always give you exact details, times or what exactly will or did happen, but trust what you get, write it down, it could be hours, days, months, years,,,or even minutes in my case, but at some point it will all make senseto you, you (or I) will be validated. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten information and had no idea what to do with, who to give it to, or what the signs were for, because maybe I hadn’t been shown yet. Trust me when I say when I give a reading, it’s interactive. I just need to say that it’s not up to me to figure out the puzzle, they give me the pieces that will fit for you!

So bless you and your spirit guides, and may they help guide you along your path, may you be open to listen and to be open to their love.

Bright blessings to you.

OK, I just dropped my six year old off at school, she is now officially a first grader.  Six years going on sixteen!  She is now the offical “know-it-all”, as we all became when we entered into first grade!  She makes it known here at home that the world is her oyster, and if we’re lucky, she’ll share a piece of it with you, if she feels like…

My almost sixteen year old, is working feverishly (not really) to obtain his driving permit.  I apparently want him to get more then he does!  I’m now to the point of threatening him, daring to take his visits with his new girlfriend away if he doesn’t finish a chapter….Why can’t they all strive for independence?

 It’s funny, the six year old is so independent, and now that the other two are almost grown, and the oldest is 21, they are far from it? 

The 21 year old, well, she can’t seem to remove the cell phone further than 1 inch from her ear.  A new boy perhaps? Perhaps!  A new job perhaps? Nope, not today.

So, I’ve been told that you only need to ask your angels once, for what ever it is that you need assistance or guidance in,,,ok, I’ve asked once everday for assistance on how to be a good, patient, and thoughtful/compassionate, strong parent….Should I make that once every hour?

How many times have you found yourself doubting your thoughts, not trusting?  I did that today, and then I began to remember….

I started reflecting today about something that happened about five and half years ago. It was a rainy day in December.  My daughter and her two friends were upstairs getting  ready to hang out at another friends house only a couple blocks down the street. 

I hate to use this story as an example, but this was truly the first time I had a lesson in trusting, trusting your guides and your angels, actually slap me in the face! 

So on this rainy day, as my daughter and her two friends started out the front door.  I actually heard a loud and authorative voice speak at me saying ”Take her keys away from her and give her your keys to the BMW.!”  I thought I was going crazy! I WAS HEARING VOICES. THEY LOCK PEOPLE UP FOR THAT.   And I also knew that my husband was going to KILL ME if anything happened to our car, if she got into a fender bender or blew a tire because she ran over a curb for the 101st time.  But I digress…

 My daughter only had her license for a month, and her dad gave her an old car so she wouldn’t have to drive ours ~ she was allowed to drive a 1984 Honda civic, it barely ran, the tires looked as though they only had one tread left, the inside of the car was completely falling apart.  I mean that literally!  It was beaten, and it definitely would not have passed a “safe car you can drive” award, in fact it would be the winner of the “scariest, most dangerous cars to be in when involved in an accident!” award.  But my husband bought it for her, it was only meant for her to drive to school and back, he was so thrilled to have been able to give her her first car, and she was excited to get one.

To give you an idea of how bad her car was…When I sat in the car and shut the door, pieces of the ceiling would begin falling all over, chunks of the roof and foam would float down, landing in my hair and in my lap.  But what the heck? I thought, as my husband handed her the keys to her first car.  She wasn’t sure, and neither was I, if she should be thankful or upset, but she smiled, gave him a hug and said a sincere thank you to him, she was genuinely thankful for the thought of her step dad getting her a car, what 16 year old doesn’t want a car to drive around in, but then there was the message that the poor decrepit car sent to both of us ~ DANGER DANGER WILL ROBINSON!  LOL

Anyway, it was a rainy day, it was like the second week in December. When I met my daughter and her two friends at the front entrance way of our home to hug her good bye before she drove off to enjoy her new exciting freedom with her two friends, on this particular stormy night. I wanted to tell them to stay home and a rent a movie, anything, just to keep them home.  I remember them talking about driving around to see the Christmas lights in town, so the nastalgic part of me gave in. 

It was about 7:30, maybe 8 pm, and it was dark outside.  As she bounced to the front door, I yelled out for her to wait, I ran out the door, and as I hugged her, I felt a feeling, and I needed to hug her again, and didn’t want to let go, and as I was wrapping my arms around her skinny little torso, I heard the voice, I still believe to this day that it was an angel.  It was an authoritative voice, similar to that voice that my dad (whom had passed away the year before) used when I was to heed his advice, and I couldn’t help but listen.  I told her to hold on, I went into the kitchen grabbed my purse and chased after her in the walkway outside, yelling to her to wait and come back in.  Usually she says something like “I’m OK mom, don’t worry” She didn’t, I saw her turn around, almost like a soldier, she walked up to me, didn’t say a word and looked at me like “What are you doing mom?”  I barely had to dig, it felt like someone was in my purse helping to hand me the keys to my car.  I handed them to her without a second thought and told her “It’s raining you know, so drive slow and be careful!”.  “I will” she said as she smiled, “I’m actually a bit nervous about driving in the dark in the rain, so don’t worry Mom, I’ll be cool”. She was so excited that she actually was being allowed to drive mom’s big black BMW.  She and her friends hopped in the car and off the went!

I went upstairs, looking forward to some quiet time to watch a movie. My husband was downstairs, beginning a hand of poker with about five other friends.  The poker game felt as if it were getting louder and louder, the guys were probably losing money, based on the shrieks of them that sounded like girls being pulled away from big sale at Neiman Marcus…”NO, NO, NO” they cried.  I’d hear pounding of fists on the table, and an occasional naughty remark of one to another commenting on each others skills of playing cards or just comments to throw them off their game.  Because it was getting so loud, I started getting cranky because I couldn’t hear my movie.  So I shut the bedroom door, turned up the TV, and grabbed the cordless phone and laid it next to me. 

It had to have been about 40 minutes after my daughter left the house, the card game was well on its way, based on the amount of open liquor containers on the kitchen counter and the stack of cash placed neetly in the middle of the table. 

The phone rang. I ran upstairs to get the phone, it was my daughters friend.  She was panicked and with a rush of energy exploded the words “We got in an accident, the car is totalled, your daughter is talking with a couple of guys that were in the other car, and we’re waiting for the police and the ambulance.  What do we do?”  I told her to hold on that we would be there in a minute.  Her father was playing cards with my husband, so before I had a chance to run down stairs and tell my husband what had happened, she beat me to it.  She was talking with her dad on his cell phone, and it was fair to say that based on the look on my husbands face….he knew based on the conversation his friend was having with his daughter.  I then called my daughters cell phone, she picked up but sounded really shook up. She told me what happened, about the ambulance through the light and the sirens, the car behind the ambulance who hit her straight on like a “T”, did not have his lights on and was chasing the ambulance.  All my heart and my mouth could muster was “Are you alright?” “Yes,” she paused “a few bruises, my arm hurts, it hit the steering wheel, but “M” was on the passengers side were the car actually hit, she’s pretty sure she’s got whiplash and her arm is hurting her”.  I turned to my husband, and all he could muster to say was, “what’s the  bleeping, f&*%ing  car like?” ”Did she total it?”, “F&*%, F&*%, F&*%!”  He was pissed to say the least!

 I was so thankful that I handed my daughter the keys that nite, that I listened to my angels.  My daughter and her two friends would be dead today, maybe badly injured at best, if they had taken her car and not mine. 

I wanted to be angry at my husband though, for not asking about our daughter, and seeming to appear much more concerned about the car then the child.  But the next day, I realized that he had changed our insurance coverage the day before the accident from full to liability coverage only.  He wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself, maybe a bit at me for giving her the keys,,,,he was mad at himself for changing the insurance coverage, without talking it over with me, and the biggest reason - he went against his own angels “voice”. 

You live and you learn I guess! 

I’ve heard that voice a couple of other times since then, and I do exactly as it says!

You should too! I have never believed in Coincidences ~ there just aren’t any,,,every thing happens for a reason!

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 Just a thought for anyone with an ipod or mp3/4 player.  I have learned to download my favorite books from itunes, audiobooks are fantastic!  They allow you to keep up with the lastest books, or keep you in line with your inner self’s need for knowledge.  I love it. I have downloaded Eckarte Tolles book “A New Earth” and was able to read (“listen”) to the book in three days.   Having children and a family, a ranch and a business it’s next to impossible to keep up with reading the way I’d like to.  It has even allowed me the opportunity to download my yoga sessions, meditations, classes that have been put on audio format.  Great for the busy mom or dad!

Songs chosen from my kids

generation…

Today is a day to recover, the past few days have taken their toll on me.  I took my youngest daughter to the fair here in town. We looked at all of the local art exhibits and crafts. It was actually inspiring, even my daughter came home and began drawing and painting pictures that she wants me to enter for her in the fair, with her goal being a blue ribbon!  She’s very excited about getting a ribbon.  I don’t have the heart to tell her that she’ll have to wait another year. 

My oldest daughter, of course, is wondering the town of Napa somewhere. She and her new boyfriend are incognito, and I am unable to find her.  The last conversation we had was of course about her drinking and driving. She doesn’t like to be told what to do, so she left.  It’s going on two weeks since I’ve seen her.  I did speak to her three days ago, when I called her cell phone and left a message, she was kind enough to call me back to say that she was staying with the boyfriends family.  How long will it be before they grow tired of her antics, her sponging, she (I’m positive) has no money to pay them for food or lodging. And, like she has done in the past, “works” the parents into believing that her parents don’t like her, do not understand her, etc.  But what I have come to realize, she chooses these boys, based on their living situations.  They all seem to live at home, helping to care for the somewhat torn and dysfunctional families.  Instead of allowing them their own space to heal, she comments to me how she  told the mother “what our family has been through” to help that mother feel as though her life is not so awful.  The sad thing for me is that the story she tells is not the truth.  That is hurtful, it hurts me and my husband, because we can’t figure out why she feels the need to dramatize her own life, when things at home are fine.  Truly our only issues are those relating to our daughter and her addictions.  Her addiction to alcohol and to drama. 

 I have a friend who is like 25 years sober, she too is an alcoholic and has been a huge savor to me, allowing me a window into what it is my daughter is thinking, feeling, and the drama, the need to make up insanity so that she will continue to have an excuse to drink.  I can’t thank my friend enough for all of her useful support and love.  Especially when I think that it is a natural tendency for us parents to lay blame on ourselves for what our adult children choose to do with their lives.  It does help to know that I shouldn’t do that, I still find myself occasionally blaming myself, but at least I am to a point now where I can sit in stillness and even meditate on what those emotions are about, and why this life lesson is here for me at this time.

 So I found myself yesterday feeling quite ill, not sure if what from the heat exhaustion from the previous day or the unrelenting heat of the day itself?  Or just a flu bug?  Not really sure, only knowing that I was unable to get out of bed until about 1 am last night before I felt somewhat normal. The temperature had fallen to about 80 degrees, and the cool coastal breeze, all though it wasn’t much to speak of, still helped as it managed to make it’s way in through my bedroom window.  I woke up this morning feeling stiff and my back aching, but overall much better than yesterday! 

After meditating this morning, I realized that I may have been to “open” while at the county fair.  Empathy can be a great thing when I can control it, but I have learned that the more I become able to channel, control those energies that are trying so hard to speak to me, and my ability to be empathic, I have yet to control the empathic part.  When I find myself around someone who has had a bad day, I feel it. When someone has been sad or depressed I feel it…you get the picture. But I thought I was doing OK with controlling the feelings I was getting, not letting them wear me down.  But I think the day at the fair was to much, and I unfortunately did not prepare or center myself before walking into it.  So I wonder if my day of feeling like absolute crud yesterday was the recovery of taking on everyone’s issues empathically or was it just the flu? 

All I know is that today is a better day, a more positive day, a calm day, I feel more grounded today then I have in the past three days,,,,so with that being said I am going to go read a book and relax

I just want to touch on the word “thankful” today.

I am thankful for my family, my home, my friends, my health, and for the school that teaches and nurtures my children, but boy am I glad today is the last of school!~

8 weeks of not having to wake up and argue with my children! Thankful for that!!!

I’m trying my hardest right now to keep myself calm. To remain in stillness. And all I can do in this moment is ask myself one and only question, What for? All of the inspiration that I have felt for the past two weeks feels as if it has been stomped on. I’ve been working so hard. I really do not want to think that it all comes to this,,,that this is the reason I have been doing this awakening process for, the meditating, the long hours of “homework” and self realization, all my personal growth. WOW.
My oldest daughter, she 21 years of age, just walked in the front door with some story about how she saw a car near her (wasn’t sure if she said it was in front of her or behind her) any way, the BMW car hit a coyote, the same coyote that she said she had just swayed away from to avoid being the one who hit the coyote. The story was filled with all the drama details one would expect to really try a make the magnitude of her story hit home. A story to make you stop whatever else you were thinking and be shocked and stunned by the sadness of how this poor forest little critter was somehow in the wrong place at that wrong time. How from the impact to flight and flew through the air a few yards…

I began to get pulled in. I start to feel sypathy (good for me no empathy this time) I stopped, I began to hear the voice in my head stop, and there was stillness. I was calm, as if someone had turned the “You should definitely be angry button” on off. Amazing. I totally got it in that moment. I didn’t get drawn in to my daughter’s drama, and the I truly became aware.

Every page that I read in the book The New Earth, every web/podcast I saw of Echkarte Tolle and Oprah Winfrey discussing the book, every experience I have had in the past few weeks that I have applied the stillness method too…all the growth I have felt, the calmness and peace I felt in my life, the restlessness that disappeared….DAMNIT!

So I get that once you start you can’t turn back, say Echarte Tolle. But do I now start over? I’M PISSED, I’M ANGRY, HURT, DISAPOINTED, AFRAID, FEARFUL….ok, yeah, so I’m aware of it, but right now in this moment, when I should be sleeping, at 12:52 am, I want to back hand, bitch slap my daughter.

Did she think I wouldn’t notice? I realized her words were slurring, and she couldn’t look me directly in the eye. This has happened before, and after the law has been laid down, after everything I have ever said to her,,,,, about driving drunk…..DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT. How could she. I don’t know what to do right now. I told her that if she ever did it again I would never speak to her again. Ok, that may be a bit much, but she knew what I meant. I told her straight up tonight that I couldn’t believe she drove drunk. Her response to me,,,”I only had three beers”. ARE YOU FRICKEN KIDDING ME????????? Only 3 beers. One beer and I’m typsy turvy and can’t imagine taking the chance of getting behind the wheel of a car. So who do I blame, her birth father who was an addict (to everything, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever), and pet myself on the top of the head and be a hipocrate and say well, it’s not really her fault, it’s genetic. What a joke. Or do I say she’s an alcoholic and needs to hit rock bottom before whe learns anything? Or do I play the tough love card and say to her what I really want to. Which is to stand my ground and follow through with what I said to her before,,,figure your shit out, get out of the house, sober up before you come back. I can’t stand it when your kids put you in these situations.

So for starters, I am telling her that she needs to go to an AA meeting, because she’s clearly lost perpective again of her drinking problem. And the worst and most important thing to be said, to be learned, and to be engraved in her eyelids,,,if you drink you dont’ drive because you will, it’s only an issue of when, kill or tragically wound someone else, Or yourself. Is it helping that her step dad goes out to softball the night before, puts down a few brewskies and then drives home….Great message to sent to your kids,,,I hate being the martyr but I don’t drink, maybe one drink at Christmas dinner and one on my birthday…
I hope that there aren’t to many other mothers out there that are having to go through this too. God bless!
Micha’ele

I will try to stay in the stillness in the “I am”, and look at her as part of me, part of the “I am”. I will not judge her, I love her unconditionally, and I know this is her lesson. It just hurts when it’s your own child to stand there and “Let it go, and let God”.

First I want to apologize for not writing anything about our Easter weekend at the beach as I had promised. I’m still trying to get my thoughts around it. Not because there were any issues with the family’s that went, in fact that was great, but with my own issues around my own family. I have a 21 year old daughter, a 15 year old son and a 5 year old daughter, so needless to say, I was hoping for a glorious family “thing”, and instead I got cranky kids and a husband who wasn’t really in it…so I write about that more later when I’m not feeling so frustrated about it and can truly get the lesson in it. So I’m going to move onto the next lesson that I am getting and am also still trying to figure out.

So here’s my thing recently, I have noticed some major changes in my life, in my self over the past couple of weeks. It’s the everyday miracles that I have begun to notice the most intensely. When I am alone I can sense the littlest things in my life and how amazing it all seems. The problem I am having isn’t with meditation or mindfulness when I am alone. Noticing the flowers, the birds chirping in the trees (at 2am in the morning) seems so amazing.

O.K., the predicament I seem to be in at this moment seems to be that when I am surrounded by family and friends, and how caught up in their negativity they seem to be, I can seem to control my empathic abilities. I begin to feel the negative energy consume me. I have meditated on this today, and I began to sob for an hour. I know I cannot change them. I read Echkarte Tolle’s book last week about A New Earth, and I can’t believe how it resonated with me, I saw myself in every page. But how do I block the negativity of being an empathic person. How to I stop the absorption of this toxic substance from each person I seem to share my life with.

I will continue to meditate on this until I can find some resolution. I look at the photos like the one I posted and brings me back to a moment when I was oblivious to it all. Awwhh,,,the old days….

Warm wishes and loved filled blessings to everyone. and a wish for all my friends and family that I may consciously give each of you a drop of freshness and light and love into each of your beings to help you in your change, in your growth and your paths to enlightment.

Namaste
Micha’eleMy Angels on Earth

Entry for March 19, 2008

I want to wish all of you a blessed and joyful Vernal Equinox, Purim, Good Friday, Happy Spring, and a colorful and fun Easter Sunday!

Enjoy your friends, enjoy your family… Tell them you love them because you can, not because you have to!

Hugs, Light and Love to all!

Micha’ele

Sorry this is so short and sticky sweet, but I have been crazy buzy the past couple of weeks, and I promise I will write more later, possibly tomorrow. Our family is camping with seven other families this holiday weekend at Dillon Beach in Tomales. It’s beautiful there, but the story won’t be about the ocean, I promise, it will be about the dynamics of seven wonderful, yet crazy families, just trying to get along! I adore them all! Here’s a pic included from the last trip, where my youngest tripped and fell in the ocean head first, and decides to pack every orafice with sand!

Wednesday March 19, 2008 – 11:54pm (PST) Edit | Delete | Comments: 0