Favorite Music & Best Things: Blog Challenge Day 22

In the home stretch, almost ready to sprint for the finish! Today, we're talking my 10 favorite songs and the Best Thing to Happen This Year. I love it when things are all rainbows and sparklies!

I love music.

Seriously love music. Have been having a lusty affair with it since I can remember, thanks to my mom and her love of music.

So, get your Amazon music, your Pandora, your Spotify, your iTunes.. whatever floats your boat, and check out these favorite songs. I've given links to Amazon's digital music for each song. [disclaimer: my favorite music changes regularly, so these are as of this writing. What I'm listening to in a month or a year could be very, very different.]

1. Firebirds Child by S.J. Tucker
2. Mo Ghile Maer by Celtic Woman
3. Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield
4. Pachelbel's Canon in D
5. The Mummer's Dance by Loreena McKennit
6. The Mystic's Dream by Loreena McKennit
7. Let It Go from the movie Frozen
8. Now We Are Free from the movie Gladiator
9. With or Without You by U2
10. Doum Doum by Carmine T. Guida


Yeah... that right there makes for a really interesting playlist, I know. But honestly? I don't usually throw them all together in one lump. But whenever I get a new music subscription, these are the songs that make it into my collection right off the bat. Favorites. All time.

Best thing to happen to me this year?

I'd have to say that the best thing to happen to me this year was all the crap I went through at the end of last year.

Heartbreak. Multiple times over.

Depression. Crippling. Debilitating. Not getting out of bed for days at a time. Not eating for no other reason than because absolutely nothing sound interesting enough to eat.

Saved on groceries in November and December, and I lost several pounds. But I also felt like crap all the damn time. So... Not such a great thing on the surface.

However, that dark time in my life led me to where I am right now.

All those hours in bed, I laid there and asked myself over and over and over: What is it that I want out of life, cause what I'm living isn't really living, and it doesn't feel good.

I asked until the answer felt right and felt complete. I wanted more time with my family. I wanted energy to get out and do stuff. I wanted to put myself out there creatively and send more out into the world. I wanted that financial security that I've been missing since I left my J.O.B.

And when January rolled around, I knew what I wanted out of the year. I've been working diligently towards that every day since. Even on the days I deem "off" days, or "vacation" days, I'm still working towards that, because taking care of me was part of that vision. My family and my business can't support me if I'm not taking care of me first.

The very best thing that's happened to me this year, was the depression that happened at the end of last year. Delusional? Maybe. Did I find a silver lining for the crappy dark clouds that filled my life the last two months of 2015? Absolutely.

If you ask me, it's the best damn thing to happen to me this year. The rest? It's all ingredients in the cake that I started making back in 2015. I'll put the icing on this baby in January of next year. Indeed.

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Something I Miss - Day 21

As we head into the home stretch, we'll probably have more of these duplicates. Today, we have "something I miss" and my 10 favorite foots, which I covered way back here on day 7.

Ever notice how freaking fast life zips by us? We get so hung up on the daily grind: get up, get dressed, put on your makeup, slam down breakfast and run out the door, grind out 8 hours (or more) at a J.O.B., fight traffic getting home, hurry through dinner, rush the kids to activities, zone out for an hour or two in front of the t.v. and then crash, hard, in bed (if you're lucky to have made it that far).

If you're lucky, you'll do this routine, with a few vacations, day after day after day for 40 or 50 years. Finally retiring to enjoy "the good life" with your spouse, kids, friends, grandkids... If you're one of the lucky ones. If not, you'll crash like an old workhorse that dies in his traces, dropping like a stone, spending the last few moments of your life thinking about all the things you still wanted to do but never got around to.

Or, you're one of the many, like me, who worked hard for 15 or 20 years, only to slowly degrade over a short period of time, your health something you're constantly reaching for, and finding more and more, every day, that it's further out of reach. Your blood pressure goes up, you get sick easily, you can't think anymore for the constant, horrible pain you're in every. passing. minute.

And then, you have to walk away from everything you've known, and kiss your financial security and work-life goodbye. You find yourself cut off from the world, barely making ends meet (if you're lucky and have some reserves) while you scramble through the exhausting process of getting help.

You start looking at those posts on social media about people on disability and state assistance in a different light. You are no longer on the bandwagon that lumps everyone into the "lazy" category for being out of work. You're not lazy, after all. You're just trying to survive and deal with the constant pain and fatigue that your life is now enveloped in. You just want to know that you'll have enough to cover rent and some food for your kid.

You're not taking vacations anymore-there's no money for getting away, and even if you could afford it, you don't have a job to get away from anymore, and there is no getting away from the constant pain and fatigue you live with.

You realize that your entire life has been redefined. No longer do you define yourself by your job skills, or the excellence with which you execute your job duties. No longer is your worth defined by your annual salary or your tax bracket. Now, your life is defined by the moments you can get past the pain just long enough to enjoy your daughter's kindergarten drawings and listen to the song she's made up for her writing assignment. You count time in doses of medication and how many days you have to feel up to going out to get your refills.

You don't worry about make up anymore, because you now spend an hour trying to get ready, and look "normal" enough to go to the post office. You've learned to mask the intense pain your life is soaked in now. "How are you doing today?" is no longer a blithely answered question; do I tell the truth, or pretend? And if I pretend long enough, will I have to explain to this person at some point that I really am not okay? You've learned, on a deep, personal level, what "invisible illnesses" really are.

And then, one day, you start dreaming again. You start looking at life through the lens of what you've lost, and what you wish you still had. Life has taken on a whole new meaning for you, and you see what you would be missing now, had you never lost all that other stuff. But on some other level, you miss the normality, the consistency of that old life.

There are days I really miss knowing what day of the week it is based on what's going on at work. I miss showing up, making the coffee, going through my day, planning for the weekend. I miss the regular paycheck that came more than once a month, and having money to put in savings and being able to buy clothes when we need them instead of having to plan 3 months in advance to buy a single pair of shoes.

I miss the security of having a job and the health to maintain that job. I came to grips with that last year, and decided that it was time to start slowly working towards some resolution to that situation. We homeschool our daughter, and that's helped somewhat with the regular routine that a job used to provide, but that doesn't pay the bills and allow for savings.

We've made a lot of progress toward some of our financial goals this year, but there's a long way to go yet. I might miss my old life at times, but then... I turn around, and look at what I do have instead of that, and I'm filled with overwhelming gratitude that I have all this other stuff in it's place.

How about you? What do you miss? Jump in the comments below and share, or hop over to the Facebook page to share. If you're a blogger, or thinking of starting a blog and want some fun topics to help you get going, feel free to use this challenge for yourself. I ask just two things if you do. First, use this material ethically - cite your sources, and share credit where credit is due. Second, let me know you're doing this challenge, too, so we can all share in your journey!

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Until the next time, Live Large, Lovelies! Muah xoxoxo

Blog Challenge - Day 19 - Bad Habits and Collections

Rolling into the home stretch, we're talking about my worst habits and what I collect today (isn't it nice to have a day where I'm not repeating myself?).

My worst habits...

I've got a few bad ones, namely carbohydrates and computer games. I would say reading, but we're talking bad habits, not just habits (and I can justify reading until the cows come home, mamma...), so that's not one.

Carbs... are my frienemy. I love 'em, I hate 'em, they're horrible for me, but I can't live without 'em. Not like my Type I diabetic husband can't live without 'em... You know how some people are super grumps before their coffee in the morning? That's me on a long term low carb diet. I'm Super Grump. Mind you, I used to be hung up on coffee and caffeine in general. My family, and anyone that worked with me knew, you just don't talk to Jenn before 8 a.m., when she's had that first cup of go-juice.

I kicked the caffeine habit.

Truly! I weaned myself off caffeine in steps. I might have soda now and then, but I've discovered that the only soda I really like is diet Dr. Pepper, and even that is just kinda meh... So I go with diet Squirt now if I'm going to have soda. I might do iced tea, but again, meh. Black tea gives me migraines, so I avoid that altogether, and most commercial green and white teas are heavily sugared, which leave a nasty taste in my mouth.

Get this: I am so not saying you shouldn't drink soda!

Really, if it floats your boat, drink it! Not to excess (like anything else, too much is seriously bad for you), of course, but feel free to enjoy it if you do in fact enjoy it. I just feel better without it.

Now, carbs are another monkey entirely, and I have tried... oh lord I have tried!.. to kick the carb habit. I've done Atkins, I've done my doc's low carb plan (no flour, oatmeal, rice, potato or corn anything). And I've lost lots of weight and felt pretty good for a while on those plans. However. Just like some people need coffee to be human, I need carbs. At least of the cookie/pie/cake variety. At least once in a while.

I've come to terms with my need for these carbs, and truly, I don't have them nearly as often as I used to. But I do love my carbs. Period. End of conversation. [much to my doctor's disgust, but my needing carbs hasn't killed either of us just yet.]

Computer games, namely of the social media variety are Worst Habit #2:

I like to veg out between projects, as a kind of way to wipe the slate clean and shift gears from one headspace into another (like between blogging and housework or between housework and building in Second Life). Problem is, vegging out for 5 minutes becomes vegging out for 2 hours. I'm just as bad on Facebook as I am with games. If I start scrolling through my feed, I'm gone for too long, and then look at the clock with an "Oh, crap, is that really the time?"

I can walk away from these games, but I always end up coming back to them. Maybe someday I'll kick it, but not today.

Collections... Do I even collect anything anymore?

About 2 1/2 years ago, we moved from a 3 bedroom house into a 700 sq. foot apartment. Big shift, huh? I used to collect all kinds of things, from Bella Sera trading cards to books, horse figurines, crystals (well, I think I got more into the crystals after the move), board games, stuffed animals, books, movies, pens, bookmarks...Did I mention I collect books?

I know that sounds like a lot of collections. I'm a pack rat in some ways, but nowhere near needing publicly televised intervention.

Moving into a smaller space meant cutting my collections way, way down to the absolute bare minimum. The books, I've taken 2 years to really thin through them, and now we sell used books on Amazon as a way to make my first love and hobby pay for itself (and for our daughter's home school materials). Truly, having three bibliophiles in the house can be a bit of a space problem, but we're working it out slowly.

The other collections have been thinned through, too. I've gotten rid of just about anything that didn't hold serious sentimental value for me (it's okay, Mom, I still have the figurines that you and Grandma gave me. I haven't managed to get clear enough to get rid of those). Some of the collections are boxed and will go to my kids at some point, others are carefully displayed around our little living room, like my figurines, shells and crystals.

But this collecting thing... In a tiny living space, I've had to come to terms with less space, and I spend more carefully than I ever have before. Where I might have, once upon a time, said "Oh, I want. Must have. Because, Cool!" I now sit back and say "Do I really love it? Or is it just totally cool and would better serve someone with the space for it?"

Letting go feels so good sometimes!

How about you? What are your worst habits? What do you collect?

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31 Day Blogger Challenge - Day 9 - Worst Habits and Piercings and Tattoos

Day 9 has arrived.

I will get through this challenge if it takes the rest of my life. 

Okay. So maybe I'm being slightly dramatic here. It just feels like it's taking my whole freaking life to get through this challenge. This summer has been a roller coaster ride of ups and downs, craziness and utter fatigue, but I'm pushing on. I need to write, need to honor my need to write and create. So here I am, faithfully sitting at my keyboard, tapping out my story, my medicine and dedicating a few minutes of my day to putting my story out there into the Universe.

Today was one of those Holy-Crap-Wow kind of days, as I work my way through Elle North's Wisdom Within School of Intuition, her 40 Day Journey with Saraswati course, and the opening of the Enter the Temple with Sora Surya No. After a morning of meditation, intuition work and visualization.. I desperately needed to get out for a walk and do a little grounding before I came back to work on writing for a bit, lest I end up very woo-woo and not making any sense.

Anyway, that's where I'm at mentally this afternoon, so let's get back to this slow building of a long description of the writer of this blog. Today, we're talking piercings, ink and my worst habits. Here goes some real truth telling:

Piercings and tattoos:

This part will be short. I have no ink (though I have it on my bucket list to eventually get some tattoos, I have them designed in my mind, but haven't had money or guts to sit for the work yet). I used to have my ears pierced; the normal single piercings in my earlobes, and when I was super-brave and 20, I got a cartilage piercing in the top of my left ear. That was a doomed piercing, as it quickly got infected, swollen, and my husband had to use pliers to get hold of the pieces of the piercing stud to pull them apart so we could remove the stud. It eventually healed over, but still bothers me from time to time, 20 years later. the single holes in my ear lobes have long since healed over, as well, as I'm terrible about remembering to wear jewelry. It's not really my thing, though I love my crystal necklaces and bracelets. Earrings? Not for me.

My worst habits:

Ah yes. Let me take a moment to put my inner critic in her corner, so that I can do this without completely destroying myself with judgments.

I'm a horrible grammar nazi. I have literally stopped reading news articles that were badly written. I will put down a book and quit reading it (a chore of epic proportions for me) if the author, editor, line editor and publisher couldn't be bothered to review the work for spelling and grammar. I pick apart my own work mercilessly, and pray that when I do publish something, I've caught all the errors. Sadly, I've taught this habit of carefully constructing sentences and paragraphs to my 11 year old daughter, who will, without hesitation, correct her dad's grammar.

I also have a tendency to feel a person more than listen to them. As an empath, I can feel what others are feeling and thinking, sometimes even pick up on the emotions they themselves aren't entirely aware of (which sucks when you know that someone isn't being honest with you, and they are smiling at you as they stretch the truth further and further, or you know that they really don't want to talk to you). This has left me in a very introverted, very withdrawn place in my life, because frankly, I'm pretty good company for myself, and I'm not left wondering what I did wrong when the other half of the conversation is obviously not interested in talking. I'm working on "bubbling" myself to block some of this information, but it's not always possible, or I simply forget to do so.

And then there's my terrible carb habit. My doctor would love for me to give up all flour, rice, oatmeal, potatoes, and corn. But let's be honest here: I love my bread. Maybe a little less than I used to. And I'm slowly letting it go. I've learned that I truly don't like potatoes, except in the occasional cup of clam chowder or baked potato soup. I can't stand rice. Corn is something else I can pass on, unless it's on the cob. Corn syrup is in practically everything, though.. and it's more exhausting than I have energy for to read every label sometimes. My doctor would love for me to live on salad and veggies with chicken once in a while, but that's not me. Not who I am. And I know. I've tried. Good grief, how I tried to eat that way. I felt really great for a while. But after a couple of months, I couldn't handle the cravings, and had zero energy. That was weird. I was eating about as healthy and ideal as you could ask for, and I felt like crap. So... I've let go. I've put some weight back on, but I love cooking and eating again. I make oatmeal cookies sometimes (I'll be making cookies with my daughter after I make dinner tonight), I have bread less and less often. I love having fruit smoothies in the mornings. And I have small salads. I have to be careful with the salad, as I'm on medicine for blood clots, and that doesn't play well with the leafy greens I love. I take my eating one day at a time, and feed my body what it needs and wants, when it needs and wants.


Bonus:

Because this has turned into a bit of a downer post, let me throw in something less negative for you:

I love to tell stories. I'm a storyteller. Perhaps that is my Swedish, Irish, Scottish heritage breaking through. But story is healing for me. Telling them, weaving them, creating them, hearing them, reading them... They are a link to other realms, other realities, the mind and thoughts of another human being or culture.

I'm working my way into a devotional practice of writing down the stories that live in my head. I love these characters, these stories that exist within me. And I think that they love me back. You might think that's odd, but I believe this: writers birth the stories and characters that come to them. They may be fictional, but they are still living, breathing, sentient beings. Ask any writer. Most will tell you that at some point in their writing career, at least one character has done something that surprised the writer; made a choice, performed some act, said something that the author never saw coming, didn't plan for.

Story is living, breathing, sentient.

It finds the creator that it needs to bring it into the world, like a cosmic mid-wife, and then wends its way through the world to find the listener or reader that it needs to speak to, in order to birth some other idea or creation.

And this is where I am at. Who I am. I am that cosmic midwife for the stories that have found me, and ask me to bring them into the world. What the Universe decides to do with the stories after they leave my hands is beyond my control. My job is simply to bring them into being.

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Get Grounded - How Holding a Stone Connects us to Momma Earth

In an age of total connectivity, we’re terribly disconnected.

How often do you actually pick up the phone and call your family and "friends"? Oh, you get most of your news scrolling through social media? Your bestie just had a baby? That friend of a friend of a friend is having a meal at Denny's? Do you even know that other guy that just posted the kitten video? Is it even his kitten?

I've taken a bit of a break from social media. Yeah, I use it to post my blogs and my biz news, but when it comes right down to it, I do a quick scan through the pages I most want to keep up on, post what I came to post, and shut it down. Why? It's information overload. A 5 minute visit to Facebook quickly turns into 4 hours of scanning and scrolling, go see the new posts and start all over... Lather, Rinse, Repeat ad nauseum. By the time I realize I've been lost in social media for half my day, I feel overwhelmed, empty, disheartened and more than a little nauseated.

One day, I reflected on just why I felt so crappy after an hour long social media binge. The outcome? I was totally disconnected, though I'd just "connected" to 20 different people on Facebook through short comments, likes and posts. I was so out of my body, out of my mental space, disconnected from my spirit and the spirits of those friends I'd "connected" with that I felt like I was suffocating (and yes, your experience might be entirely different. Mine seems to come from the fact that I've been consciously trying to re-connect my body-mind-spirit pathways and this is out of alignment with that).

We no longer have meaningful conversations. We've kind of stopped seeing each other as humans and fellow journeyers in this life. It's all pixels, Gigs, Kbs and empty chatter.

We’re increasingly sick and tired.

More and more often, you hear about disturbing trends of obesity and chronic illness. Diabetes, heart disease, cancer.. they're running rampant on younger and younger members of our society. Chronic fatigue and adrenal fatigue are on the rise. Auto-immune diseases such as Lupus, RA and MS continue to be diagnosed with alarming frequency.

We move through our day so fast. Schedules are booked tightly from very early rising to very, very late (or early, wee-small hours of the morning depending on how you look at it). We're rushing from one task and activity to the next, literally killing ourselves to get to the next thing. We don't have time to exercise, or we make time to run on a rubber belt in an air-conditioned, loud gym that we pay hundreds of our hard-earned dollars for. We don't have time to cook, so we snag greasy, processed crap from the nearest drive-through on the way to our next activity.

We’re increasingly sedentary.

Sit at the computer. Sit back and half-assed pedal that recumbent bike at the gym. Sit and watch TV. Sit in the car or bus during your commute. Sit and do nothing. Sit and stare. More done with less effort...

We’re decreasingly in touch with nature.

So.. this all paints a pretty grim picture. And really, it was my life until 6 years ago when everything came to a grinding halt because I was so sick I could barely move. I was so tired, I couldn't function. I considered it a good day if I made it out of bed and could remember my name. Remember my address or phone number? Fuggetaboutit. Wasn't happening.

When was the last time you just sat in the grass? Or on the beach? Or just on your porch and enjoyed the rain, the sun, or the breeze? When did you last walk through your neighborhood and notice what was blooming or dying because of the rhythms of nature? Don't have time for it? Hmm...

Like petting your cat, holding a stone can help you connect.

You don't have to take a ton of time to get connected. That's the good news. You don't need to run away to an ashram in rural India to experience a quiet moment that allows you to connect deeply.

Scientists tell us that the simple acts of walking barefoot on the lawn, or petting our animal companions help lower our blood pressure, release valuable hormones that balance our moods and help us feel better in general. So, let me ask you: Can you find 10 minutes to connect?

Are stones alive?

There's this new debate going on in the scientific community about what defines "life." New research suggests that what we previously considered "not alive" or "not sentient" is more alive and sentient than we've always believed. Crystals grow, albeit slowly, and respond to their environment, though changes are extremely subtle and slow to take place. It raises the question, "If something changes due to its environment slower than I can personally observe, is it still responding?" Not being an eminent scientist, I can only sit and ponder this question and come up with my own uneducated conclusions, based on my own observations.

For example: I have a hand-sized amethyst point that loves to work with me during intuition meditations and during third-eye chakra work. It's decidedly feminine in energy, and loves to play. She's out of touch if I start working with heavy stuff... I often think that she likes me to work with one of my other stones for that. I have a white quartz and black agate that like working together when I'm balancing my energies (think Yin and Yang), but trying to use them for anything else is like trying to use mud to make an apple pie - doesn't work. But those are just MY observations with MY stones.

Does it matter?

While scientific proof and empirical evidence are great, to me they only account for so much proof. To me, I think there is far more evidence in the small stories and experiences of the non-scientific. The open mind that can sit back and observe an interaction, response, outcome can tell us far more than the critical scientist that must stick to established protocol and standards of the scientific community. Working with crystal energies has helped me, and thousands of others with a broad spectrum of issues. Some stones work better than others. Some don't work at all. Some work a little too well, and can leave an individual overwhelmed and out of balance for other reasons.

Your pet cat is undoubtedly alive, yes? At least... well, let's just say I'm assuming that the pet you're choosing to connect with through touch is in fact still breathing and you're not working with a taxidermied version of a past beloved pet. Just because it doesn't speak your language, doesn't mean it doesn't communicate. Anyone who's ever awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of two cats hissing and yeowling at each other at 1 a.m. knows that those critters are having quite a conversation:

"This is my turf."
"I was here first."
"Get lost, loser!"
"I'm telling Fluffy that you were with Kiki last night!"

You communicate a good deal through your touch on your pet's fur or skin. Regardless of species, it reads your emotions, your health, your frame of mind and your energy level through your presence and touch.

I'll go out on a ledge here, and say that stones do the same thing. I have a few that call me, or simply beg to be touched when I'm in different states of mind.

The bottom line is, any rock is still part of the larger macro-organism we're a part of, that we've chosen to call "Earth."

How to “plug back into” the Earth.

In all my reading and research, I've come to the conclusion that the Earth, and all it's inhabitants, plant, animal, mineral and human, are one huge organism. We play off each other, and we need each other to survive and thrive. Being such a part of each other's environment makes it rather simple to plug back in when the disconnect gets started.

I'll give you two methods, neither of which will take you more than 5 minutes if you simply can't make more time.

1. Hold a stone in your hand, and sit quietly for 5 minutes. Take 5 minutes to just observe the stone. What color is it? Is it rough or smooth? Does it have stripes or bands or splotches of other color? Is it warm or cool (we always assume a stone is cold, though in my experience, some of my stones are normally warm, or stay cool no matter how warm I am and how warm the day is). Does it feel good to hold it? Is it pleasing to your eyes? When you're done, thank the stone for allowing you to observe it (gratitude is a huge health booster, and why not humor the outlandish idea that stones do in fact feel and think?).
2. Sit quietly with your pet. Just stroke its skin or fur (won't assume that your beloved pet MUST have fur and can't possibly be feathered or cold-blooded. I've met some very perceptive and personable iguanas, after all). Observe its response to you. Does it seem to relish your touch? Find the spots it most likes to have stroked, massaged or tickled. How do you feel petting your companion animal? Do you feel more calm, more relaxed or simply loved for who you are, no matter what your mood is? When you're ready, mentally send gratitude to your pet for allowing you to connect with them, and return to your day.

Any stone will do, but not all stones are created equally.

If you're looking to connect to a particular stone to match a mood or a feeling, I'd suggest any of the great resources on the internet. Hibiscus Moon is one of my absolute favorites, as she takes a scientific approach to crystal energy work and has tons of sparkly personality. She's just fun to listen to! I've listed some other resources below, but really, if you're looking to ground or connect to the Earth, any stone will do. I like to do grounding meditations with a gray agate in my collection that likes to join me on these sessions. I've charged a plain old gray rock for my husband's grounding practice, and it seems to help him focus a bit more, but you don't need to do anything special with yours, other than sit quietly with an open mind and focus on your stone.

Give it a try.

If you've made it this far, I truly appreciate you sticking with me for this wild and probably odd-sounding ride. And reading is great! But you know what's even better? Trying it for yourself. Not every method works for every person, but you won't know if you don't try, right?

Further Reading:

http://www.chopra.com/ccl/the-art-of-grounding

http://www.chopra.com/ccl/what-is-oneness

http://www.wikihow.com/Ground-and-Center

https://www.earthing.com/what-is-earthing/