"I am always doing things I cannot do - that's how I get to do them!" Pablo Picasso
Saw this quote on Emma Eker's twitter and loved it so I wanted to share it.
I'm feeling restless and think that it must be Spring moving in my blood. I'm being challenged these days and a few days ago I felt I was losing control so I took a Bach Flower remedy to get over the feeling and now I'm back to normal. Funny how flower essences can bring you back from the edge in seconds.
Life has been good and I give great appreciation for all of my experiences. This lifetime has been about healing body, mind, spirit and emotions as well as relationships. The term "healer, heal thyself" has applied to everything and I believe the dichotomy of worlds moving along in time/space continuum has application here. What I mean by that is that while Western Medicine grows powerful through the media and grants and money, there is a mindfulness growing along side it that speaks of natural healing and how effective it is, although not being allowed into media unless it is through the pharmaceutical companies. How many ads do you see about natural products on television that are not regulated or owned by the drug companies? Ever wonder why? Could it be that the drug companies are losing out on a lot of money? Something to consider.
What drew my attention to the control that the media has over us became apparent one morning. A friend called to make me aware of a news show where mutual interests would be highlighted. I tuned into the show only to be disappointed when, at the moment the man was going to speak of Iridology and how it was used, the broadcast went to a 20 second commercial. When the commercial ended the scene went to the people in the newsroom, all looking like deer in the headlights. All evidence of the natural healer and his Iridology charts had disappeared. Someone didn't want you or me to know about Iridology. I wrote a letter expressing my outrage to the news show.
Before our eyes, literally, the natural ways are being erased from the consciousness of the people who appear to pay no attention and give it no mind except for a few who are aware of what is happening. Yet, often people call or write expressing a desire to learn more about natural healing because they are aware that drugs aren't what are needed. They want to know how to go about healing naturally but feel overwhelmed at the amount of information needed for that to happen.
For that purpose I have begun to teach natural health and healing in a fun and relaxed atmosphere through what I call "Learning Spa" days or events. Through a Learning Spa you can learn about natural ways to treat common colds, flu, aches, pains, infections, etc., with natural essences, oils, massage, Reflexology. Amazing how many natural remedies are in our possession that we don't know about.
The thing is, you don't have to have a prescription for every malady that crosses your path. The only reason you are sick is because you think you have to be a victim of a virus/bacteria/fungus/parasite. In my early years as a student of natural health, I thought I had to be sick, too. Then something told me I didn't have to be sick and I gave myself permisson to take more control of my own health. If you knew that there was something that would give you more power over a cold or a flu than you think you have and that you could exert that power over that virus in an instant, saving you down time, time out of work and time out of your daily lives, would you want to have that information and take more control? It's up to you. The only reason you are sick is because you don't know how not to be.
"The World won't end, it will be transformed." Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha
Showing posts with label cold. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Friday, December 10, 2010
Let It Snow! The Beauty of Winter
Time is moving faster now it seems and people close to me are in their 'retirement' years. Although I've never thought of 'retirement' I have changed how I think about 'work' in general. For 30 years I had to consider my day and how to make it profitable by working for corporations which meant long drives into the nearest big city because that was where the money was. What did I know about money? You worked long hours for it. That was a way of thinking that I was born into.
Recently, within the last few years I have come to understand that you can make money without having to work long hours for it. And you don't have to work hard for money. Working at home has taught me that you can do anything you want and get paid for it, all you have to do is focus on what it is you want to do.
So over 12 years ago I began to think about 'retirement' or, should I say, "non-retirement" and began to think about what would be a good way to spend my time during my 'winter' years. I thought long and hard about what I loved learning and doing and set myself into work that I can live with. I don't have a 'boss' except me, and my time is my own. After working for corporations for 30 years where you had to be somewhere at a certain time and work so many hours a day, then be 'allowed' to leave....I knew I needed to do something that allowed me freedom from impending time clocks and regimented breaks. How much like jail we live and never consider that there is another way of living.
For many years I dreaded winter. The long nights meant never seeing daylight because you got up to go to work in the dark and came home in the dark; the driving to and from work in traffic jams that added hours to driving time, the shoveling of driveways and scraping off cars; standing in the cold to put gas in the tank; putting on heavy coats and scarves and boots and gloves; slipping and sliding on icy roadways. All of this was what made me dread winter.
All that changed when I came home to work. I realized that I never had the time to appreciate the beauty and the quiet that accompanies a blanket of pristine, powdery white snow. The beauty that is winter takes on new meaning when you can take the time to appreciate its icy wonders: it's the only time of year that lets you see who and what is walking around your yard. Birds, deer, cats (some big cats!), coyote and ground hogs that are supposed to be hibernating all make their way through the yard.
There's nothing like walking in falling snow. It's so quiet. You don't hear any sounds at all but the sound your feet make when you walk. Snow hitting your face is like tiny ice crystals that melt on contact. I love walking in falling snow more than at any other time of year. I'm not sure what it is, but there is just something about a winter walk. Maybe it is that it makes me feel like a kid again when I used to roam the woods in deep snow up to my knees.
In the stories I would hear from Pa'Ris'Ha when she spoke of the changes of seasons she would say that the old ones knew that winter was a time of contemplation, of going inward and connecting with the self. Stories would be told around campfires as the whole village would gather in one meeting place. I could imagine they would gather together for warmth and tell stories so they wouldn't have just the howling winds to listen to. What else did they have other than story tellers? There were no Wii's and X Boxes, no TV with Dancing With The Stars or sit-coms. The storytellers were valued and treasured members of the village who told tales of real life or mythical magical events from ages long ago. Stories capable of holding the attention and imaginations of everyone and keeping them on the edge of their seats or comedies that invoked deep belly laughs were akin to our TV sets and what they mean to us. Imagine your life without your entertainment center. Everyone needs a good story.
Another thing I love about winter is sitting by a cozy fire wrapped up in a blanket and sharing the day with family or loved ones. There's nothing cozier than a fire in the grate and the smell of wood burning and the warmth it gives off.
Finally, after so many years, I am living the way life was meant to be lived. I work when I want and as long as I want. I love doing something meaningful and purposeful in life and all the variants that come with what I do. I love getting out of bed in the morning and being able to take my day as it comes with all the people that I meet who grace my doorstep. I take the time for dreaming and introspection as I sit at a window and look at scenes that are often so cold that you can see a bluish cast over the landscape. You know it's cold when you see the color of ice in the air! At this stage of life, my 'winter' years, I finally have made the time to take the time to appreciate the seasons, in particular, Winter. I never should have waited so long to make the discovery of your quiet and serenity, your beauty and joy. My 'lost' season. How I appreciate you!
Recently, within the last few years I have come to understand that you can make money without having to work long hours for it. And you don't have to work hard for money. Working at home has taught me that you can do anything you want and get paid for it, all you have to do is focus on what it is you want to do.
So over 12 years ago I began to think about 'retirement' or, should I say, "non-retirement" and began to think about what would be a good way to spend my time during my 'winter' years. I thought long and hard about what I loved learning and doing and set myself into work that I can live with. I don't have a 'boss' except me, and my time is my own. After working for corporations for 30 years where you had to be somewhere at a certain time and work so many hours a day, then be 'allowed' to leave....I knew I needed to do something that allowed me freedom from impending time clocks and regimented breaks. How much like jail we live and never consider that there is another way of living.
For many years I dreaded winter. The long nights meant never seeing daylight because you got up to go to work in the dark and came home in the dark; the driving to and from work in traffic jams that added hours to driving time, the shoveling of driveways and scraping off cars; standing in the cold to put gas in the tank; putting on heavy coats and scarves and boots and gloves; slipping and sliding on icy roadways. All of this was what made me dread winter.
All that changed when I came home to work. I realized that I never had the time to appreciate the beauty and the quiet that accompanies a blanket of pristine, powdery white snow. The beauty that is winter takes on new meaning when you can take the time to appreciate its icy wonders: it's the only time of year that lets you see who and what is walking around your yard. Birds, deer, cats (some big cats!), coyote and ground hogs that are supposed to be hibernating all make their way through the yard.
There's nothing like walking in falling snow. It's so quiet. You don't hear any sounds at all but the sound your feet make when you walk. Snow hitting your face is like tiny ice crystals that melt on contact. I love walking in falling snow more than at any other time of year. I'm not sure what it is, but there is just something about a winter walk. Maybe it is that it makes me feel like a kid again when I used to roam the woods in deep snow up to my knees.
In the stories I would hear from Pa'Ris'Ha when she spoke of the changes of seasons she would say that the old ones knew that winter was a time of contemplation, of going inward and connecting with the self. Stories would be told around campfires as the whole village would gather in one meeting place. I could imagine they would gather together for warmth and tell stories so they wouldn't have just the howling winds to listen to. What else did they have other than story tellers? There were no Wii's and X Boxes, no TV with Dancing With The Stars or sit-coms. The storytellers were valued and treasured members of the village who told tales of real life or mythical magical events from ages long ago. Stories capable of holding the attention and imaginations of everyone and keeping them on the edge of their seats or comedies that invoked deep belly laughs were akin to our TV sets and what they mean to us. Imagine your life without your entertainment center. Everyone needs a good story.
Another thing I love about winter is sitting by a cozy fire wrapped up in a blanket and sharing the day with family or loved ones. There's nothing cozier than a fire in the grate and the smell of wood burning and the warmth it gives off.
Finally, after so many years, I am living the way life was meant to be lived. I work when I want and as long as I want. I love doing something meaningful and purposeful in life and all the variants that come with what I do. I love getting out of bed in the morning and being able to take my day as it comes with all the people that I meet who grace my doorstep. I take the time for dreaming and introspection as I sit at a window and look at scenes that are often so cold that you can see a bluish cast over the landscape. You know it's cold when you see the color of ice in the air! At this stage of life, my 'winter' years, I finally have made the time to take the time to appreciate the seasons, in particular, Winter. I never should have waited so long to make the discovery of your quiet and serenity, your beauty and joy. My 'lost' season. How I appreciate you!
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