Healing My Finger

Ok, so I had this thing on my finger. It had a black spot in the middle of raised, irritated skin. I assumed it was a sliver of some sort and proceeded to squeeze it and dig at it and irritate it more. I was sore for days. I have no idea what this things is. Nothing comes out of it. It doesn't change much. It stays pretty sore and just varys in redness. This lasted for about a week. It was REALLY bothering me and I didn't know what to do about it. I tried manipulating the energy around it to heal it the way I healed my burns but that didn't seem to be having any effect.



Then I was walking the other morning (in my light bubble) and listening to Wayne Dyer on my MP3. He was talking about how he doesn't get sick much because when he starts to feel sick, he doesn't give it energy. He doesn't think about it or talk about it. He also said he talks to the virus. I know... crazy. But I thought about it and I thought... A virus is alive. If it's alive, it's filled with the same divine life force as that which is in me. That same intelligence. So why COULDN'T you talk to it. Communicate with it. We talk to plants and watch them grow better. Same thing!



So I sat and rubbed this sore spot on my middle finger with my thumb. Not hard. Just lightly grazing the spot in a circular motion to keep my focus upon it. I sent strong feelings of love to it and thanked it for being part of my experience, then asked it to move on now and leave my body. 48 hourse later, it's almost totally gone. It stopped hurting almost immediately and the swelling and redness was gone before the day was over. Now, there's a little dimple in my skin where it was, but I have to actually look specifically for it to find it.



I continue to be amazed at the power I find within myself. I hope you're finding you personal power.



Peace & Love,

El

Lead Your Authentic Life

In light of my recent anniversary, I've been thinking about the appreciation I have for everything in my life. I've been writing a lot in my gratitude journal and I feel as though I almost can't say ENOUGH about how blessed I feel to be here, on this planet, with this body, and this life, at this time in human evolution. It's all so perfect, I can't imagine it being any other way.

Yesterday, as I was lost in thought about the way I've chosen to live my life, it occurred to me; What would it be like if I felt that I could only embrace my existence if I found "happiness" as it's defined by society and the world around me? And as soon as this question entered my head, I realized; I used to live exactly that way. I was raised that way. My mother is that way. Most of the people around me are that way. That's why so many people are so terribly unhappy!

I know I've had some pretty major shifts in my perceptions of the world around me throughout this incredible spiritual journey I've been on. And it always seems that whenever a shift happens, it's always something I've always known or read or heard, but I will just suddenly see it with new eyes. I also, with the new eyes, see it so much deeper. I'll just suddenly be hit out of nowhere with an old concept, but instead of just hearing it on an intellectual level, I can sometime actually FEEL the resonance of the truth it leaves within my energy field. That's the effect Abraham-Hicks has on me when I watch Abraham speak on video. I literally FEEL my vibration rise. It makes me all tingly and light feeling. I love it. It's like getting a hug from an angel.

ANYWAY! I remember a time in my marriage that I was unhappy. I was only 19 years old when I found this man. He was 27. We've both changed into completely different people since we've been together. That happens. People age and grow and change. It's part of the beauty of life. We've been fortunate enough to have changed and grown closer together instead of away from each other. It wasn't always this way.

My Hubby is NOT romantic. Hardly a romantic bone in his whole darn body. There was a time that I thought that that was the only way I would feel his love and had a very hard time accepting his lack of romanticism. There was no flowers, notes, dinners, surprises, jewelry, gifts, professions of never ending love.... none of that. Picture a romantic comedy. That was the opposite of us. We were more like a tv sitcom, where the husband can't do anything right and the wife whines about everything. Only on sitcoms, when the wife is pissed at the dumb husband for forgetting their anniversary, the dumb husband runs out and buys her lots of stuff to make up for how dumb he is. Mine didn't even do THAT part.

"I guess he doesn't love me", I thought.

But I didn't get these ideas on my own. I've got my mother in my ear telling me what he SHOULD be doing for me and how I shouldn't let anyone treat me this way, yadda yadda yadda. And I've got friends that expect "BLA BLA BLA" from their boyfriends or he'll be "kicked to the curb". And of course there IS the romantic comedy. Movies made to show you what a "happy" life looks like. And I've got all the books I read where men are all these romantic, perfect partners. Romantic, perfect partners..... Huh? Wait a minute. Romantic..... Perfect..... Those words are the same thing. When you picture what you find "romantic" it makes you feel love, and it's your perfect ideal of that moment. This realization changed my life... and my marriage.

Why the hell should I sit here and tell myself that my husband doesn't love me because he doesn't live up to someone else's.... no... a billion someone else's perfect ideal?!?!? I married him because I thought he was MY perfect ideal. And I thought that about him when he was this way. Why does my ideal have to change to fit the world's?

That was the day I opened my eyes and saw.... he always takes my car and gives it an oil change when it needs it... and when he does that, he cleans it out and washes it and fills up the gas tank for me. If I say I'm hungry, he'll go fetch me something to eat with me even asking. When we're together, he always holds my hand. He always says that dinner was great and says thank you. He's always willing to stop whatever he's doing to help me. No matter what. He's a wonderful father. We're his first priority. Always. There's more, but I don't want to put you all to sleep. LOL

The point is, when I stopped letting the rest of the world tell me what I needed to have to be happy, and started asking myself, I found so much more happiness than I ever thought possible.
You don't have to be what other people expect you to be. You don't have to have what anyone else has. If you stop and ask yourself what it is that you really want in your life, and then open your eyes to seeing it, you can lead your authentic life. And when you lead your authentic life, the life that truly pleases your spirit, you'll be living in alignment with the Universe. In other words, be yourself. After all, that's exactly who you're SUPPOSED to be. You couldn't be more perfect being anyone else.

Happy Wednesday!
El

Thoughts on Love and Relationships

Yesterday was my 10 year anniversary with my Hubby, and as I stood in my kitchen loading dishes into the dishwasher between loads of laundry, I realized I was doing dishes and laundry on my 10th anniversary! The funny part about this realization was the accompanying realization that.... it didn't bother me. As I stood intrigued by this line of thought I really started to apply my mind to it and here's what I decided....

Without exception, everyday, at least once, I think of or look at my husband and immerse myself in thoughts about how much I love him and how lucky I am to have him and how good he makes me feel and how this life just could not be the same without him. I think about how glad I am to be his wife and how I want nothing more than to lift him up and please him. Without exception, everyday, at least once, we sit together and talk about what happened in our day and what we expect to see in our tomorrow. We share our thoughts, ideas, dreams, musings, humor... always.

I realized that, I can do dishes and laundry on my 10th anniversary because, although I AM very excited about the mark of the occasion, I celebrate my marriage and honor my wonderful husband every single day.

When this thought occurred to me, I went into the garage to share the idea with my Hubby. I started from the beginning and told him basically the story I just told you. He agreed wholeheartedly. He said he thinks about how happy he is to have me in his life and how perfect our life is together all the time. And to only make a big deal one day a year would be a serious disrespect to our love and life together.

We didn't exchange gifts. We didn't go out to dinner. We spent the day at home doing our separate things (my laundry and his street rod) and playing with our children. We talked about our memories of years past, and shared laughter and hugs and kisses. Really, it was just like any other Sunday. We finished it off by going out for ice cream, which is something we do on Sundays through the summer. It was a perfect 10th anniversary.

So I guess that's the point of this post, which is good because I was starting to wonder if I actually HAD one LOL. Celebrate the things and people that you love and that are important to you every day. I feel as great about my marriage every single day as I do about it on the anniversary of the beginning. Don't go above and beyond to make people happy on occasion, do it everyday. You'll find that as you concentrate on lifting them up, you'll lift yourself as well.

Catch a Smile and Spread the Joy!
El