tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49680802456440621592012-01-14T15:12:23.002-04:00Alice's thoughts on a myriad of subjects: Spirituality, Abundance, Dreams, Politics, and More.Alice Finnamorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15772606847324047094noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4968080245644062159.post-82426569921860952602012-01-08T15:09:00.003-04:002012-01-08T15:24:31.738-04:00

It is only the 8th of January, and already more has happened at my house than usual. What started as, "We really need to get an air conditioner," turned into removing a wall, purchasing a "mini-split" air to air system, replacing the decades old upstairs carpets, and rebuilding our stairway and rail. So far, just the carpet is up. Of course, all this means that I should repaint much of upstairs

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First impressions of my future son-in-law bode well for the future. I like him. Even late at night, after flight delays, he is polite, friendly and relaxed. I am happy. Happy and tired. The late night at the airport and the excitement of the event kept me wakeful until well after 3 a.m. I did find out about the cat's "ticket". Pixie did not need a ticket, per se, but Air Canada requires

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Today is the day I meet my future son-in-law. I am having to wait a little longer than expected.... something to do with the cat not having a ticket. That is a mystery that will be solved later tonight, when Daughter dear, and her sweetheart arrive, with Pixie happy to be back on solid land.I started the day by making pumpkin pie, my daughter's favourite. I had the crust in the pie plates, and

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I am counting. Just two more sleeps! The biggest event of the season happens on Saturday, when my daughter arrives home from Toronto and I get to meet my future son-in-law! Yes!I knew she was bringing home a sweetheart, so I figured that he must be a very special sweetheart to be coming all this way with her. After she called with the news that they are engaged, I have been barely able to

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Thanks to hunting season and newly spread pig manure, I have been walking my dog along our road, instead of in the field. But walking our road makes me sad.The road was paved about 35 years ago. My father would not let me take the car, in the spring of 1976, to visit my boyfriend, as the road was too muddy. I have a photo of a neighbour pulling his car out of the mud with his horse.After the

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A year ago, I was posting regular draft segments of a writing project. That writing project is now a book, Reaching for Wholeness. The back cover reads: Do you have a relationship addiction? Are you in a co-dependent relationship that is emotionally destructive, or even abusive? Do you keep getting into the same unhappy relationship over and over, with one partner after

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I've been away. Most of the time I haven't been too far away from my computer, as I've been writing. Soon my newest book, Reaching for Wholeness, will be ready. I wrote much of the draft here on my blog, but to change it from blog form to publishable paperback is a lot of work! Almost there. I am proofreading the galley copy this week.Meanwhile, the world is in chaos. I wish we would all

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Last summer, I put up a tent on the hill across from my house. I enjoyed going there to sit and meditate, nap, or visit with a friend, with birds singing all around. At times I would spend most of a day there, in solitude and contentment. I was disappointed when Fall's arrival meant I had to dismantle my little home away from home.On the first warm day of spring, the tent went back up. I have

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I dreamed last night that a friend and I were visiting in my living room, when we heard a scratching from behind a closed door. I knew immediately that Squirt the cat was in there. My first thought was, "I hope he does not get into the mouse trap." My friend opened the door, and Squirt came limping out.I caught him, hoping he was not badly hurt. He did not have a mouse trap on his foot, but

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The latest book by Robert Moss, Active Dreaming: Journeying Beyond Self-Limitation to a Life of Wild Freedom leaves the reader hungry for the magic of the living dream.Active Dreaming is Robert Moss at his best, offering an adventure book on dreaming that is accessible to the newest dreamer, yet valuable to the seasoned practitioner of dreamwork. Full of stories and examples of how dreams have

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Yesterday, on the way to work, I found myself following a funeral procession. We traveled slowly, escorted by police with flashing lights, for many miles, until my own journey took me in a different direction from the mourners'. I was glad I was in no hurry, and prayed for these people as I journeyed with them for a short while. I wondered how many others, caught in the traffic like I was,

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We are going to have a Canadian federal election, and I am angry with those who say we do not need an election. I am frustrated with those who say there is no need to vote because we'll get the same thing again. I do not usually get very angry, but I am wanting to shake some sense into people.Citizens around the world are dying for the right to vote, literally. They live in countries where

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Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a little girl who had no brothers or sisters, and only a very sick Mommy and a very mean Daddy to talk to. She had to take care of her Mommy all day and cook for her Daddy each night.One day, when the little girl was so sad and lonely she could hardly stand it, she looked out the window and saw a huge and beautiful bird. It's wings were emerald

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James Redfield's first book, The Celestine Prophesy, was instrumental in opening me to a better understanding of myself and my evolving spirituality. I have read each of his books, and was excited that The Twelfth Insight would soon be available. It arrived in my mailbox yesterday, and I gobbled it up. I will reread it, as I always do with Redfield's books. Here Redfield brings together all the

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"The Hurrier I Go, the Behinder I Get" is a reminder to slow down and take our time. When we are in a rush, we make mistakes, tangle ourselves up, and get less done in the long run. I was thinking of that this morning as I was reading about Moses and the Plagues of Egypt.Exodus 12:40 says that the Israelites stayed in Egypt 430 years. In those last thirty years, I wonder if the people thought

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Feelings show us what our needs are. Sometimes, as I was writing earlier, those needs belong to younger versions of ourselves, but that does not make the feelings or the needs invalid. When we block out our own needs and feelings, they simply build up inside to the point that they explode.I often tell people about their “cup”. This is the cup they hold all their “stuff” in. Sometimes the cup

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We have been looking at ourselves and who we are. The question of Who Are You? is answered from the physical, emotional and mental perspective most of the time, but there is still one more side of ourselves that we often omit in thinking about who we are - the spiritual part of ourselves. When I ask about that part, many people reply that they do not go to church. Somehow our society has

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The thoughts we have about our life circumstances are often based on our perceptions or interpretations rather than on any factual reality. Cognitive therapy teaches us how to test our beliefs. What is true? Are there other ways of thinking about something that can make us feel better about an event? Imagine walking down the street. You see a friend approaching and say hello. Your friend

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Muscle relaxation and deep breathing are "behavioural" ways to address anxiety. We can also change our experience of anxiety by changing our thoughts, the things we tell ourselves or the movies we choose to play inside our heads. Years ago, when my mother was dying, I began to practise what I call "The Moment". I was playing scary movies: How would I live without my mother? How could our

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“But I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”Why? Your feelings are your feelings, telling you your honest experience in this moment. The trouble comes, though, from the mind, from what you are thinking or remembering or imagining, the ways you are interpreting what is happening around you or has happened in the past, or might happen in the future. Are you anxious because of something in this moment

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I'm feeling apologetic about the silence of the last weeks. Tonight is the first night that I do not have learning disability reports to write or meetings to attend or knitting to feverishly complete. I'm still knitting, but the pressure of it has eased.My daughter has arrived safely from Toronto, with her cat Pixie in tow. Pixie is a beautiful black cat, with barely a white hair or two here

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Who are you? That is a question that is never as easy to answer as it appears. We can give our name, mention our home town, list our parents and family, and our job or profession, and maybe say what we look like. But who are you? You. Stripped of all those things, who are you?Physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually, who are YOU?The physical you is all of those things I have just

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I have fine straight hair, and my father’s genes. If I had my mother’s genes, I would have thick white hair. I would have been mostly grey or white twenty years ago. Over the years, my hair has been long or short, and occasionally permed. I was never interested in dying my hair, as it is an interesting mix of browns and blonde. One day I saw a young woman at the mall who sported beautiful

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In September, I blogged about anger and its messages. Anger, that flashing red light, tells us something is wrong in our environment, and gives us energy to make the changes we need to make, and to speak the words we need to say. I shared how I went from surprising unawareness of my own anger to the point where I could feel and express anger appropriately. I learned how to be assertive, and

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I have to share this with you, and encourage you to read the entirety of the article."It was a while ago, dear ones, that mankind learned to make a substance very similar to diamonds. In fact, this caused diamond manufacturers to inscribe their diamonds because they cannot tell the difference between manmade and natural diamonds. Most of the diamonds being made today are for industrial use,

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There is something you should know about me...I do not like Fall. I much prefer Spring. Even though I adore the reds and oranges of October, I grieve the loss of Summer greens, and dread the coming grey of November. When Autumn comes, I begin to stay indoors. I watch tv, read books. This evening, in my self-imposed Autumn exile, I knelt at my window, gazed out across the fields, and asked for

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Here in Canada it is Thanksgiving weekend. Families are gathering. Turkeys are being prepared. The scurry of Thanksgiving has already begun in many of our homes.In the scurry, remember how to get off the "wheel". Go into the centre. Your centre. The days may be spinning faster and faster, but deep inside is quiet. Move inside. Find the place of gratitude. In there, with your heart. And rest.

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Last June, one of the heaviest rains we have had in my recollection quickly formed a lake at our ground level front door, and a sudden waterfall over the doorstep into our home. We spent the next hours and days mopping, sopping, drying, and sighing. Within a few days we were back to normal, except for heightened awareness every time the rain beats down on the roof.Lately there seems to be news

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Even when your world seems grey...Even when it feels like the birds are picking your bones...Even when you have made a mistake, and you feel trapped and betrayed, like Guenevere at the stake...Even when you may have had a productive day, but you feel exhausted and alone...Even then, someone is looking out for you. Someone is walking beside you through the wasteland. Someone is riding to the

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Just drew an Osho card, Flowering. In the accompanying notes, Osho is quoted as saying:Your life should reach to others. Your blissfulness, your benediction, your ecstasy should not be contained within you like a seed. It should open like a flower and spread its fragrance to all and sundry - not only to the friends but to the strangers too. That is what I am trying to do with this blog, to

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A friend of mine called me last night, wondering if I ever felt resentful. She sounded like she thought somehow I was above that, or else she needed reassurance that if I sometimes felt resentful, then she was experiencing a normal response to difficult situations and people in her life.She did not know that I was in fact realizing that I was still feeling resentful toward someone who

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I am reading Celestial 911 by Robert B. Stone, PhD. I found it at the Owl's Nest Bookstore, a delightfully overflowing used bookstore in downtown Fredericton. I paid $6.50. Just now, looking for the link on Amazon, I discover this little paperback is available at many prices, from $2.59 to $179.58. (There is one copy for $999.99, but surely that is a misprint. Then again, perhaps the

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Lately I have been sharing parts of my current writing project. The last few days though have been busy with learning disability assessments and clients, so I am getting behind in my writing. Today I'd like to refer you to someone else's writing, Jennifer Hoffman, and her article, Is Ascension Making You Sick (and Fat and Tired?).How often have you wondered why you are feeling so weird or

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Sometimes, as you can see, I do not write much. I have been writing a fair amount, just not on here. I think I will start to share my newest project bit by bit, but in the meantime, I will suggest that you check out this: Beacons of Light - Light Grounding.

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On Father's Day, June 2010, I spoke at Keswick Ridge United Church, to address our high school graduates. I spoke on "Things My Daddy Taught Me". Thanks to James, for recording this, and to my son for cleaning up the recording, making it possible to offer it to you for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!AliceClick here to hear "Things My Daddy Taught Me"

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"Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen." Psalm 77:19Things are always happening around us, and to us. My own life is going pretty smoothly at the moment, even though I've written not that long ago about barns burning and memories destroyed. New barns get built and new memories forged.Still, this verse leaps out at me, twice in

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A long long time ago, there was a guy named Elijah. He was having a hard time, a dangerous time, as he'd gotten on the wrong side of the king, and definitely on the wrong side of the queen.Elijah was a prophet, and had the unfortunate job of telling King Ahab that God did not like how he was running the country. God sent a drought, a time with no rain, to get people to pay attention, and

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Saturday afternoon, I came home to find our road blocked off. A fire has destroyed my brother's four barns. These were the barns where I played as a child, which until Saturday were still part of my daily experience, as I still live on the farm where I grew up.Today the task begins of removing the remains. A new barn will be built, on a much smaller scale, as the farm has changed, and big barns

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What ever happened to Good Samaritans? The reference to Good Samaritan comes from Luke 10 where Jesus tells the story of an injured man lying along the side of the road. Several supposedly good people pass him by. Finally a Samaritan, a despised other-side-of-the-tracks sort of person, comes and helps him. The Samaritan finds him a doctor and pays for medical care. Jesus uses this story to

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I am in my element. I love how spring wakes the land. I love working outside in my favourite spaces. I love listening to the frogs, the geese, the woodpeckers. Trilliums are budded. Leaves are beginning to peek out. New life is everywhere.

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Have you ever had the feeling that you are walking through a dream? Have your ever felt that what just happened was more dreamlike than real? When this happens to me, I like to pretend it was a dream, and think about it in that way. What would it mean?So, yesterday morning, I "dreamed" I was sitting at my kitchen table, with my coffee and my book. I was reading Radical Acceptance, by Tara

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"Crowned Queen of Heaven, she is given a place of honor."Aged now, she hobbles to the chair they offer her.She blushes.This chair is so high that her feet do not reach the golden floor.This chair is so wide that she cannot hearthe words spoken by those seated next to her. At least the crown is a crown of daisies and Brown-Eyed Susans,lop-sided but light.She sees a child in the corner, wide-eyed,

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The Lord is my boss.He looks after me well.He allows me a period of rest in springtime.He leads me into quietness to restore my soul.He IS leading me in the right way.Even though the way may seem dark,I do not need to be anxious or afraid,for I am not walking alone.I see signs of his presence with me.He is preparing a celebration and feast for me,even though some people don't understand why I do

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For a good feeling, and a happy day, check out this page of my friend Soleira's ezine: http://www.wowingourworld.com/i-see-the-world.html and watch ALL the videos.

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I hope you all will read Robert Moss's blog post about Avatar Blues. I commented on it there, and this is what I said:Robert! What an excellent discussion of Avatar and dreaming. I'll be linking to this on my own blog. Nancy, I agree wholeheartedly that the world is sparkling and rich, with no need to feel the grey if we just open our eyes and dream wide awake. I love that.Wanda - What a

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Tuesday morning, my internet provider, Xplornet, decided it was time to make a final change to integrate those of us whose former provider was Aernet. Where we each used to have a "static" IP address, now we have joined the Xplornet system of "dynamic" IP addresses. It should have been a simple thing. It was not. Tuesday night and Wednesday afternoon, I spent hours trying to figure out why I

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Check out my son's music. I really like "Jammin'". He made it up all by himself!

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It was one of those dreams where I was an observer, rather than a key player. The location was Spanish Caribbean. The people were Latino. The story began in the countryside, just after a wedding. We were riding along the coast. Then there was an armed conflict. People with guns in a small boat. The groom's brother stayed behind to ensure our safety. Perhaps it was only the young couple

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I've written in my book about how to have all the time in the world. I'm happy to find another person talking about the same thing, Donna Zajonc, in her recent newsletter. We hurry around, thinking we have so much to do, and so little time, but the key to having all the time in the world is in one's attitude.

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Sometimes we get the feeling that we have to be someone special to be any good to anyone, when in fact it is the every day dishes that get the most use. The special china usually stays tucked away on the shelf.God made us each exactly right. Isaiah the prophet said,"You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, 'He

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I imagine that we all have someone in our lives who rankles us repeatedly. It might be a bigot, a racist, a religious fanatic, a gossip.... The list is long. Sometimes we are able to ignore these things, or isolate ourselves from it, but what if it is a co-worker or family member? Some decide to stand up to such things directly, for example, to always confront people who make dumb blonde jokes

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Each of us has times of tears, times when we feel very alone, and wonder why things have to be as they are. Today my church choir sang, Come to the Water (For Those Tears I Died). It is a beautiful song, meaningful to many. I've looked online for a version I liked, and would like to share this one.

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Earlier today I left my son at the sad end of the airport, so he could fly back to British Columbia's forests. His sister, who had also been visiting, went off to spend time with her father for the foreseeable future. I came home to a quieter house. I will miss them both.I decided this morning to look for some way to reframe this lonesome day, to make it a more positive experience. I know I

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Yesterday I heard a radio ad for flooring. Shop at this particular flooring store to find the perfect flooring for a perfect home. That got me thinking. First of all what is perfect flooring? I suppose that is a matter of opinion. I have ceramic tile in my kitchen, which I really like, but others think is too hard. My ceramic floor was no longer perfect a few days after installation, when my

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I have been blessed this Christmas with time to read. This morning I finished Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. (I like this link because of the photos it includes of the locations mentioned in the book.)I was taken by a discussion near the end of the book about whether science makes the church obsolete. One argument was that science had been finding rational scientific explanations for far too

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My home is quiet today. I can hear the crackle of the fire, the hum of the humidifier, and the tick of the clock. Beyond the click of my computer keys, perhaps you would notice the turning of pages. Granted, my daughter is turning virtual pages on her I-Pod, but as the blizzard builds outside, we are all reading.One of my Christmas gifts from my son is The How of Happiness, a book about getting

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Two things happened this past week that have me thinking about Big Dreams - a book and a movie.The Dream Giver, by Bruce Wilkinson, was published in 2003, but only made it into my hands on Christmas morning 2009. There must be something in the air, so to speak, with the simultaneous Christmas release of the movie Up in the Air. I saw the movie first. Together the book and the movie have

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I wrote before about my invisible dog. Yes, Paddy is still with me, and still invisible. He left us not that long ago, on a very boring day, taking the easy way out, by running smack into a vehicle on the road. It worked, if your goal is to be free of leashes and crates and human rules. I feel him around me still, greeting me when I get home from work, but without the sloppy kisses. He still

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Yesterday I finished rereading Margaret Atwood's novel, The Robber Bride. When I first read it, years ago, I didn't enjoy the story, and I'm pretty sure I didn't get the point. I probably became lost in the details, and was disappointed with the ending. This time, I believe I understood, having grown up a bit, and having seen more history come and go, along with the spin governments and

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About a month ago, we found a kitten in the woods. He was sweet and cuddly, and willing to be carried to various neighbours' doors. "Is this your kitty?" No one has claimed him. I guess he is ours now. He seems to have acquired the name Squirt, although Squid keeps coming out when I try to call him. He says he doesn't care what he's called, as he doesn't have a name other than Kitty, to

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I heard from a new friend on the other side of the continent, and the other side of the border. She is feeling lonesome, having few people nearby who think the way she does. She lives "remotely", she says, and has little support.That got me thinking about the wonderful network of friends I have here in Fredericton, New Brunswick. There was a time a number of years ago, when my thinking on

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Just discovered that my book is available for reading, in full, on books.google.com. Don't worry. Writing this book wasn't expected to make me a wad of money. In fact, I wrote it so I could remember what I think, ha, ha!I must have decided some time ago to offer my book this way, but I have not until now checked to see if it was there. It would be neat if someone, several someones, would read

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My Daddy, Cecil Reynolds is turning 80 next week. Today we celebrated. People came from far and wide. My feet hurt, but it is worth it. Such a joy to give my Daddy a happy day.We had photos from various stages of Daddy's life, but he showed up with photos of his own, including photos of my great-great grandparents, Nicholas and Anne Reynolds, who arrived from Ireland long ago.He also brought

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So far so good. With my hubby hacking away with some sort of chest congestion, I am still apparently healthy. Poor guy doesn't get to sleep with me, as I trundle off to a cough free bed each night. I miss him! But after being coughed on the other night, and getting up to wash my face, I think I'm better off sleeping separately.Garlic sandwiches are my primary line of defense, other than

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This week's scientific advance seems to be documented proof that comfort food is comforting. In a study by Dr. Margaret Morris, rats were stressed, traumatized, by being taken away from their mothers. Half of the little rats were given a regular healthy diet, while the other half got to pig out on junk food. These junk food rats were better able to manage stress than their healthy

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Friday night, a friend and I went to the movies. Not much playing, we decided, but chose Men Who Stare at Goats.It was a funny movie. Afterward we heard someone say that you had to be in the right mood for it. She apparently was not. My friend and I were, and laughed hilariously at many of the stories, but I think it was more about needing to be open-hearted and open-minded. For me, probably

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The older we get, the fast time seems to fly. Why is that? I think I have finally figured it out.We think in seasons, instead of days. Our days are mapped out for us, with work and daily chores, obligations a child never has. We hardly need to think about it, and indeed don't often want to think about it, as we trudge off into another day of routine. A child has to figure out how to live each

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Every month I receive a newsletter from Lightworker.com. In the preamble to the body of the newsletter, we are told:... In the beginning of humanity in the physical form there were only 500 beings who took physical bubbles of biology to populate Earth. Until now each one of us has been a direct descendant of one of these templates. The problem came with our evolution, as we outgrew these

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Tonight, at 7 pm, I will be discussing my book, at my church, Keswick Ridge United. I am a little nervous. This is a first.My book was published in 2006. Some love it. Some hate it. Some won't pick it up because I talk about dreams. Imagine! Some say they are not religious enough to read it.It is a strange book. Perhaps tonight I'll get more of a sense of what its purpose is in the world.

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Today I am thankful for:sunshineraintenderness of friendshipmy familyPaddy the puppyresthealthanswered questionsfreedomhard workdreamssongcrow and ravenmy churchkissesBalthazar the kittymy closetrunning waterbrown breadpumpkin pie

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To quote Robert M. Hamma, in earth's echo: Sacred Encounters with Nature:In the rhythm of the river I discover the rhythm of my life. My beginning, too, was liquid - two cells colliding in a stream, swept together to a safe shore. Doubling, doubling, doubling again, I grew, until finally the river of life carried me to birth.With what momentary radiance, with what foreshadowing of loss did I

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Sometimes all it takes is a smile, a hug, or a presence. We never know how much we are going to affect the world by such small tasks. Other times more is needed. Oh for the wisdom to know just what, and when.I've not been writing much, as life has been a whirl. But I'm still here, still smiling, still giving out hugs, and still present.

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Driving along, I see far too many dead raccoons or porcupines that have met their end on the I-95. Their tiny bodies seem like empty packages, the contents gone - packets of life emptied out.Can it be that each of us is a package of Life, bound up in bone and skin, in different sizes and colours? Some of the packages are furred or feathered, or in brilliant leafy splendor. Are they less

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Just a quicky tonight. I've had time to watch a two hour video on Mayan prophecies about 2012, by Drunvalo Melchizedek. Very interesting, and well worth the time. Not sure what I think of it, other than "interesting". All these things seem to reside in a "wait and see" file in my mind. The video is broken into 14 nine minute segments on YouTube.(I'm in Brunswick, Maine, after driving six

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I'm off on a journey. I'll be spending the next week in Madison, Connecticut, at the Mercy Centre. It is a 10 hour drive from home, but I'm loaded up with music, and have Caroline Myss' Entering the Castle cd's to listen to as well. (I'm also taking her book.)I'll stop somewhere along the way, and arrive fresh on Sunday for five days and nights of dreaming with my Dream Teacher friends and

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We have been sweltering in New Brunswick the last few days, with temperatures above 30C and humid. The heat, I think, makes me cranky. (Apologies to my husband.)The other night, a friend came by to say hello. She loves the heat. She says she is choosing to be happy, and explained how our experience of each day and each event in our lives is more closely related to such choices than to actual

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No, I am not exhausted. I have to say that right off, first, so you won't worry about me. I feel quite wonderful, in fact."Exhaustion" is the name of the Osho card I drew last night. I was feeling like there was something I should be doing, something I should be creating, producing, moving toward. My entire existence for years has been a movement forward toward goals, like getting my book

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Several years ago, I attended a workshop held in a large teepee on the Bonaventure River in Quebec. It was a curious experience with long range consequences in my life and relationships, including the fact that it was after this workshop that I decided to bring Robert Moss to New Brunswick, which began my journey into training as a Dream Teacher through the Robert Moss School of Active

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The Story of David and Bathsheba, from Bathsheba's point of view: Let me introduce myself. I am Bathsheba, wife of Uriah the Hittite. You’ve heard of me because of my second husband, King David. Oh yes, now you recognize me. I can feel you squirming. Adulteress they call me still. I admit, things didn’t turn out the way they might have, if we had let God’s own timing come through. Still

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For the story, please see the Telegraph Journal article in yesterday's paper.

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Aaron Johnson died this morning. He managed to outdo the time that the doctors suggested he would have, not by much, but he did it. A note from Facebook says that:AARON HAS BEEN FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO ACCOMPLISH WHAT HE SET OUT TO DO.HE HAS BEEN WED TO THE MOST INDIVIDUAL UNIQUE AND COMMITTED WOMAN THAT EXISTS THIS SIDE OF THE ATLANTIC. HE HAS WITNESSED THE TRUE ABILITIES IN HIS PERSEVERANCE AND

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Sometimes I catch myself about to pray the common words, "Be with them, Lord," but God is with us always. Even when our life seems like a dark lonely place, God is still there. Always. It's much more appropriate to ask for awareness, the felt sense of Presence. May YOU feel God's presence today.Alice

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We have had a few days of sunshine at last, and woke yesterday to rain yet again. I could hear the groans from all directions. Yet after church, a friend and I commented that it would be a restful day. If it is raining, we can allow ourselves a day of rest. No need to weed or mow the lawn, or busily take advantage of the weather as we had the day before.I have not minded our extended rains.

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I have a new niece. Shelby Sara arrived Thursday, in the wee hours. We were expecting her with great anticipation. Her mom went into the hospital on Wednesday morning to be induced, as Shelby was overdue. That morning, I woke with a dream. I was not surprised to dream of them, because we all knew Shelby was on her way, but the dream content was surprising.I dreamed that the decision had been

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In Part One of this story, I wrote about a young bride and groom for whom the promise of "til death do us part" is all too real. I didn't mention that the bride is my niece Jeni, and the groom, her husband, Aaron Johnson.Aaron has been contending with Osteo Sarcoma, the same cancer that took the life of Terry Fox, another brave young Canadian.Recently, doctors told Aaron he does not have much

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I woke this morning, thinking of how we are all one. Each human is connected to every other human, to each raindrop, each butterfly, each alligator and tree. When we forget that, trouble starts.White dots on white, we are, like raindrops in a puddle, totally immersed, and unified. How can we tell where the raindrop ends or begins, once it is part of the puddle? We can't. What do humans do?

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I noticed just now that England is expecting a heat wave, and people are cautioned to watch out for their elderly or frail neighbours. Flash floods are killing people in Czechoslovakia. China has record heat. South Africa is expecting snow. West Timor residents are hungry because of years of lack of rainfall and poor harvests. Farmers in India are committing suicide because they have no

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There are usually any number of reasons that I don't write every day. Sometimes I'm away, or too busy, or simply lazy. Lots of times, though, it is that my life is just ordinary. Nothing comes from it that seems worthy of sharing with the world. Yesterday, for example, I made three batches of rhubarb jam. The rain had stopped long enough that I braved the rhubarb patch and came back inside

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Today is about family. I started the day at Keswick Ridge United Church. It was Communion Sunday, and we were encouraged to eat and drink as a family, together. Afterward, I headed to Williamsburg for the grand opening of one of the largest labyrinths in Canada, where many families were gathering.The day was planned as a united effort of various labyrinths around the world, to bring at least

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The Easiest Way to Tell "Motives" from "Reasons" is by their Level of Difficulty. "Motives," even those without "Reasons," are always easy to follow; "Reasons" without Motives are always hard.~ Steven PaglieraniMr. Paglierani's article is about diets and why they fail, but this quote applies to just about any part of our lives, if we stop and think about it.Last night, for example, I helped a

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Last night, a friend and I watched The Happening. Ordinarily, it is not the sort of film I would watch, but my friend had seen an interesting review in Spirituality and Practice, so we decided to have a look.For those with eyes to see and ears to hear, this corny movie has a marvellous thought-provoking message. I agree with most reviewers that it is not a very good movie. Billed as horror, it

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You know the breathless feeling, the catch in your breath, when entering a cold lake on a warm summer day? That is how I felt coming back from my walk this morning.Over the weekend, my husband removed fence stakes and fencing from the pasture next to our home. From the time we built the house twenty-five years ago, the fence has been there, a pasture for calves and sometimes horses - pleasant

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"'Til death do us part." I think we have grown jaded to those words. These days, couples tend to promise that they'll be together as long as love lasts, but the words "'til death do us part" ring out regardless. When we hear them, how many of us mutter "Yeah, right." Will the marriage last a year? Ten?Tonight I've just returned from a wedding where those words are poignant and romantic for a

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Just a quickie today. I have decided to follow a structured plan to learn to eat more consciously. Steven Paglierani has developed a 91 day program to gradually accomplish just that. The Yellow Book can be downloaded free. In his own words, the Yellow Book is: ...a guided, three month journal in which you visually explore your thoughts and feelings about managing your eating and weight.

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I walk, most days, through the fields with Paddy my puppy. I have been discouraged and saddened by the quiet amidst the dandelions. No bees. One day we walked under the apple trees, also silent. This week, though, we found them. Some parts of the fields were humming, but not all. Not all.CBC carried a recent story on New Brunswick bees. Cold damp weather and chemical resistant parasites are

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Monday morning I "drew" an online Osho card - "Stress". The notes for this card include:The essential man comes to know, to feel, "I am not separate from the whole, and there is no need to seek and search for any destiny on my own. Things are happening, the world is moving--call it God...he is doing things. They are happening of their own accord. There is no need for me to make any struggle, any

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Blue Sea PeaceSweet love, arm in arm,Blue sky, calm sea.What unexpected calamitycould this peace destroy?Deal the cards,blue, like the sea.What hand is dealt?What sorrow? What joy?Storm clouds, mountain high -Sudden stop.Soul and body part,then mergewith blue sea peace.(Regarding Air France Flight 447,which crashed into the Atlantic, June 1, 2009.)

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A dear friend of mine who died a year ago always instructed me to watch for a birthday message. On one's birthday, she said, if we are watching and listening, the universe always provides a message of guidance for the coming year.Yesterday was my 52nd birthday. I watched throughout the day, for my message, and finally in the late evening, I found it. The message is always something that

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Dream messengers come as often in our waking life, as in our sleep, if we pay attention. Unusual events can be just as instructive, just as symbolic, as the events in the night.The other evening I was driving home from a friend's place. Our deep discussions had eased my heart, yet left me full of thoughts and questions. As I drove, I thanked God for my friend, and for the experiences in my life

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Bold, Bright, BeautifulListen!Be careful. Watch out.Be good.Quiet!Kill, eliminate, suppress,Allthat makes you Child,all remnants of red cladSeductress.But count the cost.Where is the wisdomof this tether?Beat drums,Strut,Let go!Sound horns,Parade.Bold, bright, beautifulWoman.

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