Our Rocks

I often reflect on my “rocks” in life. These are the things, thoughts, people and places that make me feel safe, secure and sometimes just plain old normal. What are you rocks? Who are your rocks? For me, I have a restaurant that I have been frequenting for over 20 years and when I go there, I feel safe and at home. I have been there through deaths, pregnancy, birthdays, celebrations, gatherings, and more. I have seen the snow fall, heard the wind blow and saw the sun shine all through the same window. I have been in this restaurant safe and sound while torrential occurrences of nature were happening elsewhere in the world. It is one of my “rocks”.
I have good friends that although I do not see often, they are a “rock” to me. Over the years we have laughed together, cried together, celebrated together, mutually attended the funerals of each of our loved ones, and shared stories, recipes, plants and more. When life becomes variable or stressful for me I think of my friends; they are one of my rocks. It instantly puts me into a frequency of safety and gratitude.
I am blessed with many amazing friends and colleagues but one friend in particular is one of my “rocks”. This person understands me on many levels and it makes her all the more one of my strong and safe places. She is a friend, Mom Confident, Business Partner and more. Together we share on every topic in our lives and it is very comforting to have one person who has similarities in all ways. It is a safe space and she is a beautiful and lovely asset to my rock collection.
I identify and know my rocks. Why? I want to make sure they are there for me when I need them. Not the rocks themselves but the safety of knowing they are in my world and that they are very precious to me. Like a child who collects rocks, stones and other pieces of nature, I collect “my rocks” to bring me both comfort and joy throughout my life.
What and who are your rocks? Perhaps it is even a voice. A voice of a loved one or friend who just by hearing their voice you find comfort. Or a cup of tea? Or? ……..
Today I am wishing everyone peace on their journey and please share what and who your “rocks” are by commenting on this post. 

Love, Light & Laughter

I read a quote sometime back that said something to the effect of: “The people that I love the most are the ones who make me laugh the most”. I cannot remember who it the quote is by, but I do reflect on it often. In my contemplation of this quote, I have come to the conclusion that those who makes us laugh allow us to feel absolute and unconditional love. When we can truly laugh with someone it connects us to the frequency of acceptance, worthiness, and love. When we are in the energy of lightheartedness and acceptance, while in the presence of another, it can signify freedom and joy. To me, freedom and joy are interchangeable with both love and acceptance. Think of your happiest moments spent with others. Whether it is or was with a spouse, a friend, a colleague, or even a complete stranger. Usually the times that come to mind are the ones where laughter is present; that is present like a gift . The frequency of laughter is lighter than other frequencies. It is more vibrant, joyous and lifts and lights up our spirit. Who, in your life, makes you laugh the most? Can you feel it now even as you think about it? Can you feel the feeling? That feeling of absolute joy and love without conditions? It’s a very beautiful thing indeed and personally I will spend as much time with those beautiful, laughing, people as I can. We can never laugh too much and I make it a daily routine to laugh as much as I can and for as long as I can. To laughter

The Breath of Live

October 20, 2012
This morning I was with my daughter, Sivanna Rose, waiting for her school bus, and ever since the weather has turned cool I usually bring a blanket to cover her. We sit on the grass near the curb and she sits on my lap. I hold her tight, like a baby, tucked under the blanket. Well this morning she expressed that she was still cold, so I told her that her breath would warm her up. So, as any 5 year old would do, she started breathing heavily, underneath the blanket. I could not see her but I could feel her breath coming through the blanket. In that moment, I had a deeper understanding of the breath of life. I realized that although I could not see this body under the blanket, I could feel her breath and that I was the one who gave her the breath of life. It was truly a moving and deep experience for me. I later reflected on her birth and how much meaning this had for me. Sivanna was on a respirator for a short time and although that time was short if was terrifying. I did not know if her lungs would develop enough and I could not hear my newborn baby cry. So to my Sivanna Rose “I may have given you the breath of life, but in return you gave me the Grace of God and most importantly, eternal love". Thank you my beautiful girl.

Shifting Perspectives

An interesting idea that helps to shift your perspective is to find gratitude in something you would normally judge or complain of or about. Whatever it is, find a side of the situation that you can have gratitude for. This can free you from torment and shift your frequency to a place that actually serves you rather than weakens you. For example, if you are sick, even though it may be challenging, try switching the focus from the pain or inconvenience, to a place of appreciation that people are actually caring for and loving you. Keep your focus on the gratitude of having access to support, care, nutrition, healing, medicine or whatever is assisting you for your highest good and healing. Whatever we are experiencing we can always find something in the experience that can serve as a platform for gratitude in order to shift the persception we are having. All things flow better when we allow love and gratitude into our lives. Love and gratitude are the universal threads that support and tie together all that is, but we need to open the channel to receive.

Born to be Free

Today at my daughter’s school, I noticed on the wall, some children’s writings and one jumped right out at me. It said “They were born to be free”. Upon further investigation, I realized it was about bear cubs and returning them to the woods; however, those 5 simple words stopped me in my tracks. I reflected on human life and these mere five words. How interesting that children understand this core principal at the deepest level. We are not different than the bears. We are all born to be free. Free to love, free to laugh, free to be who we wish to be. I believe it is our core longing and most natural state; it is what we all strive for at some level. I realized that these five words had completely stopped me in my tracks . It is interesting in that we get so caught up in things outside of ourselves that we lose sight of the greatest and yet most profound gifts we possess…. the freedom to be …. to just be.

The Little Mitten & The Tracks

The Little Mitten & The Tracks
Every morning when I take my 4 year old Sivanna, to the school bus I am moved beyond words. Today we got ready and moved through our morning routine to get us to bus time. First and foremost today we must check to make sure the four snowmen she and Dad built are still standing. Yes! We carry on and finally we are out the door with snow suit, hat, mitts and backpack. We cut under the tree in the front yard (the short cut) and head for the bus. It’s the 2nd snow fall and it’s wet. When we get to the bus stop we wait and chat. Today we make footprints in the snow and compare our boots. She amazes me with the things she not only knows but points out to me. I have a maple leaf pattern on the bottom of my boot. Wow, who knew? The bus comes and as we wait for it to make its turn onto our street we start our new ritual of counting until it comes. We kiss and hug and Sivanna gets on the bus. She sits on the front seat and looks out the window at me. This is the part that moves me the most. I see her smiling face and we send kisses and hugs and she waves her little pink mitten at me until I can see her no more. I turn toward our house and see our set of tracks that led us to the bus. I follow them home and I have absolute gratitude for the gift of a family and a home filled with love, but most of all for the little girl who holds the little waving mitten......

What Is Really Important?

When it comes to life and our lives, what is really important? Sometimes in the midst of day to day living, it's easy to forget what really matters and what does not. For example, we have a society that is a host to rules and regulations, policies and procedures and it's easy to get overwhelmed and confused. Many of you that know me personally, know that one of my favourite sayings is “Garbage day is Thursday”. Yep, that's what I say. What do I mean by that? Well, the real, underlining idea behind that is that MY garbage day is Thursday and yours is Wednesday or whatever day it is, AND that the point is somebody made it all up! Life and our world is just that, a bunch of made up stuff and someone or somebodies of people made up some protocols, systems, beliefs, rules, and we follow along like Sheeple.... (sheep/people). We start focusing on the dots of life rather than the big blank background of possibilities. We argue over trivial things like fences, what to have for dinner and who did what right or wrong. We get our egos involved and we try to control and regulate and follow procedures and be right and not wrong and etc. etc. and on and on it goes. How much fun is that? Sounds exhausting to me. So, when I say to myself “Garbage day is Thursday, it immediately reminds me to be centered and grounded in what really matters. At the end of the day or even at the end of our lives, I believe that what really matters is a quote from Life Coach Cheryl Richardson, “What matters is who you loved and who loved you”. That's it. It can't get any simpler than that. So the next time you find yourself arguing with the neighbour about a fence, or correcting your child incessantly, or majoring on the minor, or focusing on the dot, remember “Garbage day is Thursday”... it's all made up anyway and it is only love that truly matters. xoxoxo