Mutual Benefit Plus

I mentioned earlier this week, that I was hiring someone to help me with some clearing.  Well today she started working on my son’s room.  Ironically, the person that was helping me was someone I had met a few years ago and only today did I remember it.  When I became reacquainted with this woman a few weeks ago, I kept saying that I knew her from somewhere but couldn’t place where.  She was a teacher, but I knew we had never taught together, so I kept searching my memory banks but to no avail.

Today, I realized that I had been to her home for a Buddhist gathering with a mutual friend.  It was such a relief to have finally solved the mystery and then I was able to enjoy getting to know her better.  She shared her knowledge of Buddhism.  I told her about my seeking.  We talked about teaching and tutoring.  And we cleared my son’s space.

It was fun to have someone nearly twenty years my senior, singing Elvis tunes, enthusiastically cleaning out a closet.  She helped not only get a room in order, but she lifted my spirits as well.  I love the way it feels when a transaction produces mutual benefit, like paying someone to do a job I cannot do.  But I love it even more when I connect with another person and both of our lives are enriched in a variety of ways.

Finding Dimes

finiding dimes

I have to preface this post by saying that I had drafted a post prior that was about writing “fluff” for the sake of keeping my writing agreement.  I wasn’t judging myself, but I was committing to writing the posts that had been lurking in my head but I had not taken the time to write.  Ironically, I lost the draft in cyberspace.  I have never had that happen.  It literally disappeared.  So instead of trying to recreate that post, I decided to put my money where my mouth is and get one of the defining moments of my life out of my head and out into the blogosphere.

People that know me know I tend to be a bit “airy fairy.”  (If you are intuitive, a healer, or have some other spiritual gift, please don’t think I am being flippant.  I believe the reason Angels can fly is because they take things lightly… including themselves.)  I am always looking for signs and symbols.  I consult my dream book on a regular basis.  And I have had lots of uncanny experiences.  I have no problem with the the notion that I have these because I am looking for them.  I do believe that perception is reality.

A few months after my dad passed away, I began finding dimes.  It struck me as odd because I began to realize it was always dimes, not quarters or pennies, not other objects, but dimes specifically.  I found them everywhere and often.  The first few times, I thought little of it.  After a few weeks, I began to think about this oddity more and more.  I had never heard of anyone else having this experience, but it had become so pronounced that I began to talk about it to other people.  Finally, my teenage son decide he would “Google it.”

Knowing my son, I don’t think he really expected to find anything.  I think he was doing it more for comic relief because he was sick of me telling him where I found my latest dime.  I was blown away when I read all the accounts of people who had begun finding dimes after losing a loved one.  Much of what I read held that finding dimes in random places were signs from a loved one that had passed.  Some think the message is specific, other think it can be very individualized.  Now before I lose you, hear me out on this.  It doesn’t matter whether you believe this or if you think it is utter nonsense.  When I read the internet articles on the subject I gained something very valuable.

I chose, after reading extensively on the subject, to view these dimes as a message from my father.  This message was one of love and comfort.  My dad had a way of letting me know things were going to be all right, especially when it seemed as though things were hopeless.  Notice I said, “chose.”

Whether the fact that the dime is the thinnest coin, with the smallest diameter, thus easily lost, or whether it is an instrument of communication used by those from the great beyond is irrelevant.  For me, the end result is the same.  When I find a dime in the washing machine, on our lawn, under the seat of my car, or at the bottom of a swimming pool, I heed the message.  It doesn’t matter whether this message is from the great beyond or from my own memory banks.  “Dad loves me, and it’s going to be all right” comes across loud and clear.

I didn’t do it initially, but now when I find a dime, I keep it.  I had a pile of them on the nightstand beside my bed.  Now they are on the top of my dresser beside some flowers from my father’s memorial service.  They serve as a daily reminder that I am loved and that everything will be all right.

Do you have any signs or reminders for yourself?

The Power of Prayer

Holding another person in prayer has a profound effect on me.  I have been holding someone in prayer today as part of an intentional spiritual exercise.  As this person crosses my mind throughout the day, I envision him with his prayers already answered.  In return, this same person is praying for me.  Knowing this is comforting.  As we are intentionally praying for each other, I am reminded that I am not alone in my struggles.    

 

 

 

God, grant me t…

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.

The Serenity Prayer, adopted by Twelve Step programs, has been a source of comfort and strength for me.  On this Wisdom Wednesday, I pray serenity will be mine and yours.

Enlightened (Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge)

Enlightened (Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge)

Taken with my iPhone 5S. Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge. Week 4: Challenger’s Choice – Objects.
My teenage son bought this for me a couple of years ago. It is one of my prized possessions. I suppose it’s a bit ironic that I asked for a bust of Buddha for Christmas. My son picked it out himself. I particularly like the distressed look of the glaze.

Renewal

On this, the first day of Spring, I was thinking about renewal.  The skeletal trees begin to bud.  Tufts of green start to peek out of the once frozen ground.  I don’t know about you, but I sure could use some renewal… renewal of my mind, body, and spirit.  

Grateful

I look in the mirror and see a few grey hairs,

lines that weren’t there before,

and the toll that gravity has taken.

In my body, the aches and pains whisper.

Sometimes they scream.

Scars.

Some on the inside…

some without.

And I’m here.

I have breath

and life

and love.

I am grateful.

“A human being …

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
― Albert Einstein

Universe

Origin

late Middle English: from Old French univers or Latin universum, neuter of universus ‘combined into one, whole’, from uni- ‘one’ + versus ‘turned’ (past participle of vertere).

On this Wisdom Wednesday, I am sharing this beautiful quote that I have heard a multitude of times.  In a seminar I attended, the facilitator defined the word Universe as “one song.”    We are all connected to everyone and everything… all a part of one song.

Your Children Are Not Your Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of
Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they
belong not to you.

You may give them your love but
not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but
not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of
tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries
with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your
children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the
path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go
swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand
be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran, ‘On Giving,’ The Prophet

On this Wisdom Wednesday, my oldest son celebrates his 25th birthday.  A friend and mentor gave me a copy of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet several years ago, pointing out the section “On Children” specifically.  It echoes much of what I believe about allowing children to be their own persons.         

14 Things I Love

For Valentine’s Day I made a list of 14 things I love.  (They are in no particular order… unless stream of consciousness qualifies as an order.)   

1.  baby giggles… especially my granddaughter’s

2.  exercising, especially outside

3.  frozen Margaritas

4.  when my kids ask for my advice… and really want it… and take it

5.  reading (especially non-fiction, spiritual, and self-help books)

6.  my family (the whole crazy bunch!)

7.  singing

8.  learning new things

9.  Sunday lunches with my kids

10.  spicy food

11.  when my dog curls up on the couch with me and keeps my feet warm

12.  flowers

13.  swimming pools and beaches

14.  hanging out with my husband 

Happy Valentine’s Day!