The chosen one....

This weekend I went into Great Clips for a haircut. There I was greeted by a young lady and told to have a seat at a specified chair. What occurred then was .... interesting....

I was surprised to see another young woman that worked there approach my chair and sit nearby. As I quickly realized, my stylist was a trainee and the other one was there to correct and observe. Neither one of them mentioned this to me and continued as if I was merely a mannequin. The trainee asked questions (only a few to be fair) and the trainer responded, sometimes taking scissors and checking her work and fixing a few things. As this was happening I was filled with 2 prevailing thoughts. There was a part of me that was very concerned about this extremely unprofessional behavior, them not having decency to ask for my permission, feeling used, etc. The other took a more spiritual perspective which kept me sane and smiling. The voice inside suggested that I was chosen for this role in order to help the young woman who was obviously nervous get some experience and learn her lessons. And I was chosen because I was strong enough to handle it. And as it turned out she did a good job. I thanked them both and walked out amused and pleased for being able to serve in this odd capacity.

As real as they come...

Yesterday, during the seminar on intuition, Mel Doerr (our wonderful intuitive) guided us on a meditation.  I relaxed my body, imagined a protective healing light all around me, and rose up into the ether.  My third eye started to pulsate, I was getting deeper into a trance like state and then I felt my right arm tingle.  It was as if my hairs were being gently brushed.  I have had shivers down my spine during meditation before but never anything like this.  This was very very real.  It was so real that for a moment I opened my eyes to see if something was indeed on my arm - but I saw no thing and continued.  Within a few minutes the feeling returned but intensified.  I was so excited about this new experience.  I remembered others talking about such sensations and they translated them as truth and knowing that the spirit was present.  I was elated to feel the tingling and was looking forward to something magnificent.  And then I decided to take another peek- and discovered a little ant crawling on my forearm.  I couldn't help but laugh and only respect for others around me who were meditating prevented me from doing it out loud.  I removed the ant and went back to my meditation. 

There are many ways for me to translate this experience.  A cynic in me wants to say that all physical sensations could be explained by physical reasons.  Another part of me screams out that an ant is a lesson not to get too high and to continue to be humble.  Yet another voice says that ants were there but only I felt it, and perhaps an ant is a message to me from spirit.  And in reality it all doesn't matter.  Rationalizations and explanations can never answer every question. I seek to experience and this was one that shook up my ant hill causing to wonder - what happens the next time around...

It's not what you say.....

In celebration of March 8th - International Women's Day I would like to share a revelation.  This Friday during a pre-March 8th celebration dinner at my mother-in-law's home I raised a number of toasts to women.  There toasts were heartfelt and one spoke of the changing times and how difficult it is to be a woman today.  A woman no longer is just the home keeper but is also one that works full time, has to endure labor, satisfy her partner, take care of children and put up with her man needing a break now and then to play poker.  Another touched upon a simple truth that every woman seeks to be loved.  I meant every word and every word was warmly received by the women around the dinner table.  Their eyes filled with tears, they told their husbands that they wished they had the same understanding of women as I did....it was very very touching.  And then...I was told to do the dishes....

Standing there scrubbing I had a revelation - it is not what you say that counts, but rather what you do!  It may be true that women love with their ears but their eyes see all and if no help is given - sweet nothings will accomplish just that.  Men of all ages, let us salute the women in our lives and aspire to become that which they see in us.  Happy March 8th our women, we love you!

The air up there....

While in the locker room of a local gym on Sunday I overheard a conversation that made me appreciate the enormity of energetic pressure figures in the public eye are under...

A man was talking to his friend and with disdain in his voice said, "Look at the suites Obama is buying with our money." (Before I continue, in the interest of objectivity, I want to make it clear that I am a progressive and voted for Obama.) Putting my political views aside however, I couldn't hep but remember viewing photos of past presidents and seeing how much they aged in office. It was staggering. From the psychological and physical perspective I understand the wear and tear of being President. But from the energetic perspective it must be unbelievable. The whole world is watching, judging, with some plotting to kill while others simply sending negativity your way. Wow. It would be so interesting to have a psychic do a reading during the presidency to see the changes over time. The more you are in the public eye the more you suffer regardless of your successes since a good dead for one is an insult to another. With all the nominations to the offices I hope another position gets created - Chief Presidential Healer!