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When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear. Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/buddha132848.html#GAchjtgZQteRykpi.99 When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear. Buddha Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/buddha132848.html#GAchjtgZQteRykpi.99 When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear. Buddha Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/buddha132848.html#GAchjtgZQteRykpi.99 When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to

If you build it, they will come.  This line, from the movie Field of Dreams seems appropriate today.  The building in this case, is me.  I have built a new me and out of the cornfield comes challenges from the universe.  Each one a gift; an opportunity to practice all I have learned; to celebrate all that I have become.      Yesterday I had a job interview.  A few weeks ago I was feeling particularly full of self-love and when my inbox pinged with a job posting of interest; working for a former colleague who I often used to call "my work wife";  I put my self-love into practice.  I applied.   The chance to work with her again; to have that warmth and energy in my life that comes from someone who really "sees you" and loves you just as you are; was a call from the universe.    Then I got a call for an interview.      My automatic response at this time (because yes, I have actually been in a position where I was off work on maternity leave; inte

While I have a scheduled appointment to see my therapist, the email from the insurance company wanting a status update always throws me for a loop and I take a day or two to catch my breath.  There is still much I have to deal with surrounding return to work. Just the other day, when I was using my Goddess cards, the Goddess Kali dropped at my feet.  FEAR.  Kali had literally flipped out of the deck and landed face up at my feet while I held the other cards in my hands.  Once I read what she was all about in the book that accompanies the card, I tried the visualization----climbing a hilly path to a plane of vision where I meet Kali, see what I need to see, give her a gift and return.  I didn't get a lot from the visualization at the time, but that night I dreamed horrible dreams about being judged and feeling ashamed, about people wanting me to fail, about being unable to find things and stay organized.  I felt awful when I woke up, probably because it had all seemed so real

This is my February.  Snowbanks created from excavating the pavement that is your driveway now tower above your head, threatening to avalanch down on you at the slightest noise.  It was like I was in a cave, all sound and wind muffled as I walked down the steps from my Sista Perfectionista's house to my van.  Walls of white on either side.  From the window she was going to be able to look down the street and wave if it was safe to pull out of her driveway onto the street.  That's nice. I figured it might help since her house was on a hill and I often had to whiplash my head around several times before pulling out to make sure no one was coming.  I guess I really did not comprehend what a necessity it would be until I actually tried to back out. A WALL of white to my right blocked all view.  Unbelievable.  When I realized I could be sitting there in the car instead of the van...virtually 20 inches from the ground instead of the perch a van seat allows, I shook my he

If I listen closely, I can hear the pieces sliding into place.  The universe is conspiring in my favor.   While I would love that to mean I have the right lotto numbers, (yes some days I still think money would solve a lot of my problems), instead, the universe has decided that I am strong enough to look to my heart and soul work and face the seed "receive".    I knew it would be a tricky one for me, but as I reflect on the five soul seeds of 2014, (brave, feel, trust, flow, receive) I now believe that it is at the core of the others.  It is Better to Give than Receive From the Bible , Acts 20:35 ( King James Version ): I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus , how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive. I did not grow up in a religious home.  We didn't go to church, even on holidays.  I was baptized though, to appease my grandparents, and did att

If January is the month of dreaming, then February is the month of pause.   This is the time when I will take all the dreaming, the things my heart and soul sang to me in January, and plant them in my heart to see how they might take root in active living.   Right now, they are just seeds of what I want to bring into my life in the next year.    The best things in life are worth waiting for , people say.    Living my purpose, following my heart, facing my truth, finding myself.   Just now seeds:  feel, brave, trust, flow and newly discovered receive --will  require patience and time--two things I am working on ALWAYS.   In January a quiet pause, amidst the cacophony of my inner mean girls, white sandy beaches, helped me find my focus.   February finds my physical world buried in snow.  Buried to the point where there is no where else to put it.  I simply cannot lift the shovel any higher.  I am no longer shoveling off the deck, I am shoveling UP th

When I was a kid, Superbowl Sunday was a sacred time. Bowls overflowed with chips, hot dogs were boiled and buns steamed, dill pickle chip dip uncovered and either my sister and I were carted to their house or they came to ours.  Friendly wagers were made on the outcome, the score at half-time, who would score first....while we kids played, oblivious of the turf war on TV.  All we knew was that it was a day we got to drink pop, eat junk food and play together all day into the evening.   When we got older, the parents continued to meet, leaving the children wherever they were not.  We began to mimic their traditions.  Friendly wagers, the stakes: who would clean up after dinner.  We microwaved hot dogs, not being allowed to use the stove and we more often than not, were still playing hide and seek, having lost interest of the game by halftime.   When I grew up and moved out on my own, Superbowl Sunday passed unmarked.  University, dating, work---it was hit and miss whether I e