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Reinventing Self

I had a great conversation with my oldest brother, Norm, as we walked the streets of Seattle during our family reunion.  We talked about how a life worth living is a life where you never give up on reinventing yourself.  A life where you tap into your creativity and explore what stirs that drive inside, that excitement that rises when you know it is right for you, and that connection your creation has to others in your surroundings.

Reinvention is an ongoing process.  Think about where you were ten years ago compared to now.  We are constantly reinventing, but the key to the process is to realize the value in reaching for your heart’s desire versus settling for what you know is not working for you anymore.  Is there something you’ve always wanted to do but fear held you back?  Think about taking that first step, you may be pleasantly surprised when you do.

When I started my practice I had no idea where I was going with it.  I jumped in and allowed my intellect and Spirit to guide me.  One thing led to another and I learned along the way.  When I started this blog, I barely knew what a blog was.  I googled WordPress and explored set up until it was done.  My recent radio interview was started with an email and it took off from there.  It has peaked my interest and I’m currently exploring other radio opportunities.  Oh, and I still want to learn to play guitar!  Interestingly, that’s how Norm and I got into this conversation. He is an amazing guitarist who writes his own music and lyrics.  He was telling me how he became involved with this group called Bread and Roses.  It was developed by Joan Baez with the idea of giving with your heart and musical talents.  Musicians travel around to nursing facilities and play for the residents.  Norm was telling me how the gift of giving bounces back.  The connection and appreciation he feels with these wise older owls is overwhelming.  They truly FEEL his music and tune in to his tunes.  Both the player and the listener have an exchange that fills them more than all the material wealth in the world.  When you get this, and know this feeling, no THING can touch you.  It is an island unto itself.  Giving service is so important in any invention.  It is a reminder that the true filling is in the giving.

What is it that you have been thinking about reinventing lately?  Take that first step.  Breathe in deep, eyes wide open, and GO!  The learning is in the experience.  You just might be surprised by what you find.

Indian Girl

MAY THE SUN

bring you new energy by day,

MAY THE MOON

softly restore you by night,

MAY THE RAIN

wash away your worries,

MAY THE BREEZE

blow new strength into your being

MAY YOU WALK

gently through the world and know

its beauty all the days of your life  ~Apache Blessing

I’ve always felt connected to the blood and beliefs of the Native American culture.  In my past life regression, I was a little Native American girl riding her horse through the corn fields.  The intensity of my Mother’s love created a glow that was undeniable.  So much so it brought tears to my eyes.  Her love filled me with a warmth I cannot describe.  I sure felt it though.  I believe she is with me to this day.  My Father was a strong, loving man who made sure we were all well cared for.  Yep, this was my experience 10 years ago.  It was like one of those dreams that are so real you wonder if you dreamed it or not.  This is my truth.

When I landed in Santa Fe, New Mexico, 4 years ago, it felt so familiar.  Surrounded by red dirt, turquoise and brown skin, I knew I was home.  As I entered the resort for my book writing workshop more mementos jumped at me.  Then I entered my room, and who was on my wall but Sitting Bull!  Sitting Bull is my friend’s spirit guide and he has helped me through many a rough road too.  It was the exact picture that hangs in my friend’s office adjacent to mine, only this one was life-size!  I slept so comfortably in that room, feeling  protected.

When I reach to the sky and ground myself to the earth, I’m at peace.  They are my Spirit roots.  It is my home.