This golden hour emerged as the sun began singing from the west; a warm and endearing folkish tune.
The water was the perfect receptacle for the golden rays dripping all around.
my mother’s hand
my mother’s hand…
so beautifully and instinctively looks for the blooms; the beauty; the heart of another.
as I snapped the photo of the flowers at the market, she was walking and speaking, “look at the beauty”.
I do see the beauty momma! Yes, the flowers are breathtaking, but more than anything, I marvel at your hand in reach, your heart always in motion, your soul aflame with color!
the same hand that soothes, cooks, nurtures and caresses, in one split second becomes goddess-like and leads the way in my world.
I so love you, momma!
Tis the season to…sniff and sneeze!
A L L E R G I E S
It’s the season with glorious beauty but also itchy eyes, sneezing and frustration. 
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Tree pollen.
Grass pollen.
Weed pollen.
They are each my nemesis.
I’m at my little “work space” (aka RV table) diffusing lavender, lemon, & peppermint. 
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I take black seed cumin oil, vit C and quercetin. I drink nettle and holy basil tea which have natural antihistamine properties. Add in Probiotics & enzymes (allerzyme) for extra support.
If all else fails, I’ll fly myself to a beach. Maybe that should be step #1 
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What are your secrets to survive the season?
What is YOUR frequency?
Maybe I’m a nerd at heart. I’m so fascinated (somewhat obsessed) with learning about frequencies. 🌞⭐💫⚡🔥 It all began with my Lyme disease battle and using the RIFE (energy frequencies) treatment that obliterated the Lyme bacteria.
You see, EVERYTHING in the universe is made of energy that vibrates at different frequency levels. Even seemingly solid objects like a rock, a glass, bacteria and even our physical body is now understood by scientists to be made up of constantly moving energy that is organized by waveforms and frequencies. Even further investigation shows that each body system resonates optimally at 55MHz or higher.
The rate of frequency we (or an object) vibrates is called our vibration.The human body resonates at a frequency of 62-78 MHz. The natural state of being is high vibration… But factors like negative thoughts, processed foods, and environmental toxins cause vibration to drop.
Hmmmm, this begs the question, “how can I RAISE my frequency?” And the answer is one you probably already know. It’s laughter, fresh air, prayer & meditation, positive thoughts, being in nature, eating plants, using essential oils from plants. All of these raise frequency. Plants are designed to interact with our bodies to stabilize and support. Essential oils are POWERFUL tools to raise the frequency of our body.
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It’s no wonder I feel a physical energy boost; a balance of emotional support when I put a drop of rose oil on my heart.(And I do it every day). It’s the highest frequency at 320 MHz! Essential oils balance the body, awaken the mind, and enlighten the spirit! They also create an environment in the body where bacteria, viruses, fungus and diseases cannot survive! It’s the reason I also use supplements infused with the highest quality essential oils. Herbs, vitamins and mineral that are formulated with essential oils are received much easier in the body. Our body knows the plant source.
I love having options to raise my frequency. Energy begets energy. Essential oils are part of my every day health routine.
Read more HERE
Your Bootcamp
David said today as we watched the ceremonies at Fort Leonard Wood “I would pay money to watch you go through Marine boot camp”. Yeah, I admit I’m sure it would be quite comical.
I told Dakota (nephew that just finished military police school) that I imagine it is quite the gift to know yourself and your limits in this way. It is the standard by which other hurdles in life will be measured. And then I realized that I/we all have those measurements. It may not be boot camp, but our struggles and overcoming victories give us context and strength, belief and absolute courage. You know the battles- the ones that just crossed your mind. The relationship pain, the hurt, the betrayal, your health, the disappointment, the recovery, the heartache, the loss…they have taught you that you you’re a survivor.
At the Marine Military Graduation we attended today, we were privileged to hear Commanding Officer Colonel George W. Markert V as guest speaker. His charge to the marines (but applicable to us all)-
1. Be tough and work hard. (the weather, your mood, family and circumstances will give opportunity for you to live out COURAGE).
2. Have fun and maintain a good sense of humor. (Your ETHOS should motivate people around you, not the other way around)
3. Be a LEADER, a WARRIOR and always PROFESSIONAL
He said at the end, “Recognize and count the small victories”
Amen
#energygoals
If you were to describe the energy you DESIRE to bring to the world, how would you describe it? If using your senses, what would you say?
I had a clear vision for mine today.
My energy is “bright” and >>>>>LIGHT<<<<
It’s a 75 degree day at the beach. And in my magical energy place, the beach is on one end and I turn to see the Rocky mountains on the other. My energy flows and shifts from full-on “sun of the day” to the painted sunset “sky over the snow-capped peaks” kind of glow. (This is my dream, so I’m going with it).
My energy is a fast moving sky. Electric…always interesting. It feels like warmth, like skin to skin touch with someone you love. Gentle. Assuring, but inviting you to get up and run along the ocean shore like a child in abandonment to the present moment. ️
This energy is like a wave in the wind, dangling like a dream catcher or a diamond-studded kite string, begging you to believe.
It’s powerful like an ocean wave but then softens to the faint sound of shells colliding as they collect on shore. ⛱ In the distance a wind chime sings and everyone is playing on the shore or rocking in rocking chairs on the back porch having a meaningful chat while taking in the beauty of the sea in one direction and sunset mountains in the other.
This energy is coconut water with a hint of lime. It’s exotic fruit followed by an evening fire and warm drinks.
This energy invites every heart to burst with hope and wholeness with knowledge of being so very loved!
This energy is the scent of “stress away”. We close our eyes and exhale deeply. Salty air mixed with freshness. It soothes and awakens simultaneously. Then this energy morphs into the “fun” and “family” blend. We take it in as the evening falls.🦋
…But most of all, this energy welcomes you in a hug and make you smile.
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What does your energy look like? Feel like? smell like? Taste like?sound like?
To what am I giving consent?
Every Wednesday morning I have a guitar lesson. Throughout our lesson and practice, my teacher and I have the best conversations. (My teacher also happens to be my oldest son Jordan) Today we talked a lot about our personal responsibility in our relationships and what part we bring to the “relationship table”. How does our mindset color the interaction?
I think I’m finally *beginning* to understand Eleanor Roosevelt’s statement
“no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
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What we BELIEVE, we focus on. What we FOCUS on, we FIND.
In business, we understand goals, focus and mindsets and how it impacts outcomes, but sometimes relationships are the last frontier of our mindset implementations.
If I enter interactions with others with the mindset that I am not good enough, not loved, not appreciated, chances are, something will be said to validate that belief. It’s as if I’ve set up everything in advance. I’ve set the table. I’ve prepared the dinner. Why am I surprised at what I see before me?
BUT…
If I enter interactions with others with a mindset of receiving and reciprocating wholeness and generosity, acceptance and love, chances are the interaction will validate that belief. I’m thinking it’s some kind of law of expectation, like sowing and reaping. This one rings out “believing leads to seeing”.
It seems we could become addicted to self-deprecating thoughts, or at least accustomed to this common exchange. Consistently needing someone else to rescue us out of our negative mantras is a sad kind of relationship, but a common one. Outside influences are not meant to shape us. Brene Brown says,
“Stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don’t belong. You will always find it because you’ve made that your mission. Stop scouring people’s faces for evidence that you’re not enough. You will always find it because you’ve made that your goal. True belonging and self-worth are not goods; we don’t negotiate their value with the world. The truth about who we are lives in our hearts. Our call to courage is to protect our wild heart against constant evaluation, especially our own. No one belongs here more than you.”
~Brene Brown, Braving the Wilderness
When I have thoughts that deter me from thinking the best of someone (including myself), I immediately bring a picture to my mind- it’s meditation, visualization and prayer.
I imagine I’m high on a precipice. The expanse is alone impressive but mixed with an evening glow of sunset, I’m in silent reverence. The clouds are moving quickly and I instantly feel more alive. A burst of joy and gratitude falls down my cheeks. The wind is whipping strong and I smile at the invisible force dancing in patterns around me. Previous thought-weights dissipate like smoke. It’s magic here. My arms are outstretched in acceptance and also in surrender. I appear to be standing alone, but I feel the opposite of lonely. I am present to all that I am meant to be.
Here, there are no teeth behind the lion’s roar, only God’s light and presence traveling in and through, out and in with the wind. A faint sprinkle falls from the sky and in the distance the sound of a storm approaches. Cool air rushes by reminding me of life. Change. Color.
Everything is forever yet fleeting.
The world of paradox makes sense in this place. I feel like a sponge newly soaked in truth.
Yes, I will be called away from this precipice to the valley below. My body will walk the path back down; my bare feet on soil mirroring heaven and earth. But something remains. A hint of the wind lingers in my hair. And when I see another soul, my eyes believe that they can see it, hear it, smell it. I look for the whole in them, not the part. This is the power of belief. I bring —this—into every interaction that follows.
I’m thinking about Eleanor’s quote.
To what am I giving consent?
Wishes
Black and White
Have you ever looked at a picture in color and then looked at it in black and white? It’s startling. It’s almost as if you’re looking at a different place and time. There are contrasts in the black and white that I miss while looking at the beautiful color.
And so it is with me in my “black and white” days. These days are punctuated with great truths; exaggerated even. But they hold such a weight. Deep down, if I’m prodded and poked, I must admit, I find great value here. It’s like the “aha” moment my soul longs for, but can’t quite grasp in color.
If I’m commentating on these days, I might use words like “blah” and “bland”, “raw” and “colorless”, “overcast” and “bleak” . But then I take a look at the photo. My breath catches at the clarity that the harshness highlights. Even the grayness soothes like a cool drink to a parched soul. Comfort and proaction is here in the bright and dark.
Social injustices become startlingly clear in black and white. Someone (in full color) asks me, “What do you think about refugees?” Hmmm, so many colors and opinions are zigzagging in and out of so many worlds and then wrapped in this colorful question.
What do I think? What do I think? I take a minute to shift from color and examine the black and white photo…and I know.
The person in front of me is the one that matters. Refugee or not, I know exactly what to do; how to love; when to take action. There are NO polarizing mantras that will sway my focus from that face; those eyes; this heart. This is what the sad gray can do.
To be honest, I wish I didn’t need it now and again to remind me of something I knew but have forgotten. But…
It reminds me that light is strong and steady. It has power. I have power. WE have power. Our light (and love) pierces and highlights and has a place in this world. It can be trusted. It silhouettes and focuses like none other.
It reminds me that my mundane feelings of gray (inadequate as they feel) are the backdrop to most of my life. It’s as if the sooner I appreciate gray, the more it freely gives to me. I suddenly see the grandeur in the slightest of these “shades”.
Yes, pain is evident here in the black and white, but so is the honest and brutal truth. What a gift.
Sea Urchin Shells
Sea Urchin Shells remind me of springtime and sunshine. Their pastel color and intricacy resemble painted rocks. If you look from a distance, you might think someone painted the dots on a beautiful mandala. The dots indicate where the spines were previously attached. They wash on shore circular and empty, ready to be adored.