I’ve been aware for many years that hospitals are not the most positive places to be energetically. People are there because they’re sick, hurt, or dying. Emotions like worry, fear, despair, and anger are thick in the air. Even joyful events like the birth of a child, are often rife with anxiety. The dead often remain for quite some time and negative entities attracted to the confused and distressed energies are plentiful.

When Husband entered the hospital I had this reality somewhere in my mind. I know that as I was walking the halls and riding the elevator I was thinking vaguely in some part of my mind that I needed to maintain good boundaries to keep the negative energies from affecting me. But it wasn’t until into the second week of his stay that I actually walked through a cloud of despair that clung to me like a sticky fog and I had my “Duh!” moment.

Maintaining energetic boundaries in a place as challenging as a hospital isn’t something that you can do adequately from the back of your mind. It has to be a mindful, active process. Especially for an empath! Duh!

So, ever since then I’ve been trying to maintain an active awareness of keeping energetically clear. Here are a few of the things I do to help:

• I take a few moments in my car to prepare myself. Simply sitting quietly for a few minutes and taking a few deep breaths can help to center me, to clear my head of other demands of the day, and focus my intent on my energetic integrity.
• As I walk to the building I allow the sunlight to energize me and help burn away any negativity I may be carrying with me.
• As I walk though the lobby to the elevators my “shields” go up. This isn’t as clever as imagining a set of armor going on. Its more something I just feel happening; an energy shift in my aura.
• Going up to the sixth floor is another opportunity to take a few deep breaths.

My process in dealing with Husband, the doctors and nurses, and keeping the hospital room clear are post-worth by themselves.

When I get home I play with my dog and my cat. They pull me out of my fear and stress and help me focus on simple joys like a walk around the block and the fun of feathered toys. Laughter is a wonderful clearing!

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This is the end of Husband’s eighth week in the cardiac intensive care unit of the local medical center. I’m terrified of what the future may hold, but I remain a believer in miracles!

I have been absent for quite awhile now. On April 10, just three days after my last post my husband and I went to the doctor to talk with her about his allergies and what we believed to be asthma. After listening to him describe his symptoms she said she thought the problem may be heart-related. She did an EKG in the office, checked for edema and declared that he needed to go into the hospital “right now!” for more heart tests.

Since then he has been through two angiograms, open heart surgery, abdominal surgery, acute kidney failure, infections, multiple intubations for respiratory support, general weakness, pain, and phenomenal frustration.

As of today he is still in the cardiac intensive care unit. He will eventually be moved to a long-term care hospital where he will continue to recover and receive physical therapy.

Through all of this I have missed only one day at the hospital. Often I am there twice a day for 6-10 hours total. My house needs cleaning. My laundry needs washing. My dog needs walking. But each day I get up and go no matter how frustrated, depressed, or exhausted I am. Most days I’m actually able to be pretty cheerful and upbeat. I’ve made friends with the nursing staff and plastered Husband’s room with cards, photos, and healing crystals. I quiz the doctors hard when they come in, but I also remember their names, ask about their kids, keep a positive outlook and make them do the same.

I’ve come completely unglued and cried like a baby several times.

I’ve also learned some deeply important spiritual lessons, which I will eventually share.

I read an article several days ago about the psychological benefits of blogging. It shares some of the same benefits that keeping a journal has in the sense that it is a good way to get your thoughts out. It can be both a release and a way to clarify, to understand. But, blogging has the added benefit of connecting people with a community through comments and discussions. Before all this I was just beginning to establish myself as part of a blogging community. I’ve missed it. And right now I need all the friends I can get. So, I’ll be back soon…

“Never discourage anyone…who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.”
~Plato (427 BC - 347 BC)

For years I believed that manifestation, the metaphysical process of bringing into reality the desires of your heart, was something that was supposed to happen quickly once you had set your intention and let go of your limitations. What I have come to appreciate more recently is the process part of manifestation. As part of this an appreciation for the element of time has also evolved.

Let me give you an example:

For years my husband has hated his job. He works in a university library and for a long time he enjoyed helping faculty and students with research, analysis of materials usage, and ordering new materials. Then a new dean of libraries came in with a new vision, one that included using librarian as sales reps to hawk the library’s programs to faculty rather than continuing to focus on the “old fashioned” skills of research and collection management. Husband bitched and moaned. We talked for hours. And over time we slowly built a picture of what his ideal job in the “new” library would look like—continuing to be the “go to guy” for research questions, being not only valued for but specifically given the job of doing complex analysis of materials usage to aid in purchasing decisions, helping with troubleshooting projects for the online catalog. The picture we painted together of this “perfect job” was wonderful, but we could never see a way for it to happen.

Finally out of depression and desperation Husband started talking about early retirement. About the same time a new department manager was hired, a woman who had worked in the library before and who Husband has always gotten along well with. He was able to talk with her about his frustrations, about his inability to be a sales person due to anxiety issues, and his desire to be valued for his unique skills. A few weeks later, New Manager tells Husband that she has created a new position just for him! He is now the go to person for all research questions, asked to do detailed analyses of use records and help his colleagues make purchasing decisions, and helps with troubleshooting. He had just been handed his perfect job on a silver platter!

From the time we started imagining the perfect job and the time it was given to him, Husband and I had spent almost five years manifesting this change.

I have learned several important lessons from this experience:

#1 Manifestation works! Yay! But not always on the time schedule you think you want, or you think is best; the universe has its own time schedule. It would be easy to insert a “DUH!” here , but the truth is that as spiritual beings in human form we tend to forget that time is limitless. We get, at best, only 80-100 years in each body, so we tend to want everything good right now. We forget that we are often unable to fully appreciate “good” things received at a “bad” time.

#3 Non-attachment creates flow! I don’t think that Husband would have been able to fully appreciate this opportunity even a year ago. Until recently he was still too tied up in knots about judging the new dean’s abandonment of services he feels are central to “good librarianship” to be able to relax and let the universe do its work. The new job came within just a few weeks of his finally letting go of this, and other, job-related attachments.

#2 Being nice to yourself is a source of great power! My belief that manifestation “done correctly” should happen quickly was a limitation on the universe that constricted the flow of energy both around the issue and within and through me. It became a source of self-judgment, and ultimately of self-doubt, both of which limit our powers of creation. People who are confident, self-loving, and open to possibility will find manifestation easier because they are likely to be more centered, better grounded, and more open to the flow of universal energy.

I’ve probably learned lots more good things from this experience, but these are the ones that are sticking with me most strongly. We are both very grateful for Husband’s new opportunity and these lessons. Hopefully we can put them to good use on manifesting more good things!

Tobeme wrote a post today asking “How Does Your Light Shine?” inspired by the lyrics of a Three Dog Night song, Shambala, followed by the questions: “Are we lighting the way? Are we radiant with love? Are we kind to all or just the ones we feel deserving our kindness? Do we look for the light in our brothers and sisters even when the ones who seem to be void of light?” In thinking about the post and the comments that followed I was most struck by the idea of radiating, rather than what we might be radiating. So, I commented:

I do think that I radiate light, even when I’m in a bad mood. No matter what emotional state I’m in or how loving (or not) I may be feeling at the moment I, and everyone else, always radiate the light of Divinity. Afterall, we are all God. What I try to do in my daily life is to keep this awareness fully conscious. The more mindfully conscious I am about my own and everyone and everything else’s Divinity the more likely I am to be patient, kind, loving, etc. with others as well as myself.

Two things came together to lead me to this answer. First was the most recent Energy Alert (March 24, 200 in which Karen talks about our having reached an energetic milestone, long anticipated, which, in part, releases the many lightworkers who have been engaged in guiding others into expanded awareness from continuing with that responsibility. In addition to the universal implications of this release I took a more personal message that in this new energy I must finally, for sure and certain, let go of my habits of taking personal responsibility for other people’s growth and happiness. Second, was tobeme’s first question, “Are we lighting the way?”. When I first read that question I interpreted “lighting the way” as a directive to be actively engaged in drawing other people along the path (of enlightenment, awareness, growth, etc.). This annoyed me. I don’t want to be responsible for lighting anyone else’s path! I’m tired of holding up this damn light! But that irritation was good because it led me to what I think the deeper meaning of the question actually is, for me at least. Lighting the way can be, and is perhaps ultimately more powerful as a state of being rather than an action—each of us glowing from with in with the lovingkindness of our true nature, our Divinity, in such a way that our simple presence will positively influence (i.e. light the way) those around us.

May we all be fully conscious of our Divinity and in that awareness allow our light to illuminate the joy in our own lives and the lives of others so that we may all together experience the joy of being God!

I just added a new blog to my blogroll: Heartfelt Blessings. I “discovered” it by email when a friend forwarded yesterday’s post to me. I really like the premise of Kate Nowak’s site and blog: that we are both more empowered ourselves and are better able to empower others and thereby change the world for the better through blessing, rather than through struggle of any kind. Among other things, her blog entries provide reminders and inspiration about the interconnected of everything in the universe and the importance of giving ourselves as much blessing as we give others.

As with most of the best things in my life this new blog has come to me at just the right time. I’ve been struggling lately with old, unhealthy habits of putting others’ needs before my own and needed a reminder about my own divinity and inherent worth. This “blessing blog” has been that reminder. I hope it is also a blessing for you.

Many of you were very kind when I recently posted about missing my dog. So, I thought you might enjoy knowing that we have recently (finally!) found a new dog to adopt into our home. Meet miss Sophie Jane, a 9-month-old blond lab. After more than a month of haunting the kennels of the local animal shelter and visiting adoption days at the PetsMart I had begun to think that yet again the time just wasn’t right. Then almost on a whim I stopped by the adoption kennels at PetsMart while on an errand with my goddaughter. There she was. My dog! Finding Sophie was about recognition of a foregone conclusion not any kind of evaluation procedure. She was simply my dog and I was there at the right time to find her. Let’s hear it for synchronicity! I have my happy suspicions about her connections with my last dog Jona, but I’ll explore that later. For now I’m just celebrating.

Sadly, in the midst of this celebration my husband and I are also mourning. Our cat Chin-ai, who would have been 18-years-old on May first passed over on Saturday. She had been declining for some time and we knew she was in the process of transition. Then this week she simply stopped eating and was drinking less and less. It became clear that she was done. So, with the help of our wonderful vet we sent her home. We will miss her terribly, but celebrate her wonderful life and the love and energy she shared with us. Maybe when she’s rested she’ll come back and share another life with us. We will certainly welcome her wonderful spirit in whatever form she chooses to take.

“What did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes? Herein lies the key to your earthly pursuits.”

~Carl Jung

I found this quote on a site called Another Girl at Play, an inspiring site about women who have taken their creativity and talent and run with it into commercial success. (Unfortunately, with the mood I’ve been in lately it actually depressed me. Sigh. )

The quote seems particularly appropriate for me right now. I need to remember those “hours pass like minutes” times from when I was a kid ’cause lately nothing seems to generate in me that yummy-warm feeling of intense creativity. I feel like I’m just coasting in a clingy fog and I can’t get excited about anything. Ugh. Its been so bad that I’ve even been having random thoughts about selling off all of my beads, which is really weird, even sacrilegious. I love beads! I’ve loved them since I was four and some family friend gave me an old pimento jar full of tri-lobed, plastic beads and some thread. But lately I can’t make myself do anything with them. And the mere thought of preparing for the art shows this summer makes me want to crawl into the back of the closet and close the door.

About the only creative thing I’ve been able to do is take pictures. I like to go to the park near my house and take photos of the birds. Even that has been marred somewhat by negative thoughts about the new camera I’d like to buy. The icky, negative voice in my head is trying to tell me that I can’t really justify spending $800 on the camera and lens that I want if all I’m going to do is take photos of ducks (or Chinese Brown geese, left). If I’m going to spend that kind of money I should plan on trying to do something commercial with my photos. But I don’t want to! I just want to take nice photos for me. Aren’t I good enough to justify the expense if it really makes me happy? My higher, happy voice says “Yes!” My lower, icky voice says “Probably not.” I really hate the icky voice. :/

So, I’ve been taking pictures of ducks despite what the icky voice says. It gets me outside, both outside of the house and outside of myself. That’s good. That’s creative. That’s even meditative, and probably healing. I guess I’ll just hold onto that until this cloud that has sunk over me and the icky voice finally leave. Bleh.

I know that we haven’t reached the spring equinox yet, but its spring in the Texas panhandle. I know this for three reasons: the wind, the birds, and the flowers.

The wind. In this part of Texas, on the southern end of the Great Plains we get lots of wind. A completely still day is quite a rarity. Most often breezes are between 5 and 10 mph with the occasional gust up to 20 mph. But in the spring things ramp up. It is not uncommon to have days where the average breeze is 15 mph with occasional gusts up to 40 or even 50 mph. And recently we have had several days with gusts up to 60 mph! In a year with average rainfall these blustery days are only mildly annoying. Holding on to your hat becomes the focus of any trip outdoors. But this year we are in a drought so there is nothing to prevent the wind from picking up all that dried-out soil and filling the sky with it. Skies full of red dirt are a challenge for human, animal, and car alike. Yuck! The few days like this that we have every year really make me appreciate the pioneers during the Dust Bowl.

The birds. This area of the Southern High Plains is dotted with thousands of small, shallow ponds called playas. Many of these are seasonal and come and go with the rains, but many are large enough that even though their water level varies widely during the year there is always enough water to entice water fowl and other critters to stop, rest, eat, breed, and enjoy the view. For this reason, this area is on one of the main migratory paths in the United States. It is also partly why the Great Plains is No. 1 on the 25 most important and threatened waterfowl habitats on the continent. In cities and towns in the region, city parks have been built around many of these lakes. Ok, so maybe they’re more like ponds or even large puddles than lakes, but in this semi-arid region you take what water you can get and celebrate it! I am fortunate enough to have two such parks within a mile of my home (photo above). So, every time I drive in and out of the neighborhood I get to watch the ducks, geese, gulls, herons, kites, hawks, and whatever else may be visiting.

Last week the Canadian Geese left. We always have many of these birds winter here, but there were more this year than in recent years. There were also many Snow Geese scattered through the large flocks of Canadians (photo right). I also saw my first Blue Heron and Cormorant last week; unfortunately I didn’t have my camera. The Great Blue Heron is a fairly common bird throughout most of the United States, and while it is supposed to be a year-round resident in this region I generally don’t see them during the winter months. So, for me, to see one is another sign of spring. The Double Crested Cormorant is also somewhat common, but we only see them in this area during their migration, which is usually in April and May. March is early and a definite sign of spring!

The flowers. Despite the wind and the continuing occasional bouts of cold weather (It’s snowing lightly today) the spring flowers are determinedly blooming. I have two flower beds packed full of daffodils that I look forward to every year and they began to bloom this week. I have also noticed the crabapple trees in full bloom in several places in the city. I’m happy that the other fruit trees haven’t started to bloom yet. So often they bloom in warm weather and then we get one last freeze that kills the bloom. But that doesn’t seem to bother the apple growers in the area. They seem to do quite well year after year.

So, its definitely spring! I’m so glad. Though we’ve had a fairly mild winter I’m ready for the full sun and cool breezes of spring. I’m ready for more birds and more flowers. I’m ready for change.

“There is no end. There is no beginning.
There is only the infinite passion for life.”
~Federico Fellini

I’ve been tagged for a book-related meme. Thanks Muse! :o) I find this particular meme fun because its really a sort of divination. In stichomancy, one chooses a book from a shelf at random, allows it to fall open to an arbitrary page, chooses a line or passage with eyes closed, and then reads that passage for insight into the future or current issues of concern. Another form of book divination is biliomancy in which one selects a holy book like the Bible or Koran to read from. Or, you can try the 21st century version of “book” divination at facade.com, or try the “random page” function at Wikipedia!

The quotes from both MusEdition’s and RubyShooZ’s (who tagged Muse) books were quite interesting. And darn if I’m not going to have to go out and buy the book from which RubyShooZ quoted. It sounds like a real winner! In an effort to be equally interesting I tried the rules (below) on my current favorite book: The God Theory by Bernard Haisch. Unfortunately there are only 5 sentences on page 123 of this book so I had to look elsewhere for inspiration. The book I picked up next was The Seat of the Soul by Gary Zukav.

So, here are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

“We act as though we are not affected when we take and take and take. We strive for external power and in that striving create a destructive competition.
The introduction of consciousness into the cyclic process of creation through which the soul evolves permits the creation of a world that is built upon the consciousness of the soul, a world that reflects the values and perceptions and experiences of the soul.”

Oddly enough I find that these few sentences do speak to me, or at least the last sentence does. I’ve been working on manifestation and abundance issues and key to both of those is infusing our mundane world with soul to create “a world that reflects the values and perceptions and experiences of the soul.” In order to do that I need to be able to both connect with my soul’s higher vision and then creatively imagine that vision into reality. This quote is, for me, both a confirmation of my process and an encouragement to continue. Cool! Stichomany really can work!

Now, lets see what some others can do with this meme. How about… DoveLove and Ronnie?