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"Where flowers bloom so does hope.” —Lady Bird Johnson
This morning I awakened to dreamy whispers spoken by my beloved sister, Rosa. Although I don’t recall the specific words, she seemed to remind me that my favorite season had arrived. Since her passing last September, she has either visited in my dreams or I have sensed her joyful spirit around me. And it’s always been to convey deep comfort or happiness.
I miss her tremendously. The sadness since her loss has weighed heavy on my heart, especially during the cloudy days of winter. Today, Rosa’s nudges were like sunshine for my spirit, clearing away gloomy remnants and helping alleviate recent pain.
Her early gentle whispers were quite playful. I smiled and made my way out of bed, anticipating the enjoyment of the Spring rituals I planned. My celebration of the new season began by lighting a candle, a prayer, and journaling what I appreciate this day.
I continued with my plans and prepared nectar for my hummingbird feeder. This Spring ritual of inviting these tiny creatures into my garden serves to demonstrate my reverence for the sacredness of life, it’s cycles, and nature. I hung the feeder in a pot on my window sill and felt happy knowing they will soon arrive.
Later, I left to meet a friend for coffee. On my way, thoughts of my sister’s nudges surfaced and a stirring to write again emerged. I wondered about this inspiration. As I did, a car with the numbers 444 on its license plates passed by. This number has long been a symbol of Angels to me. Seeing it within moments of feeling inspired to write again was like a divine wink of celestial guidance. I took notice.
At the coffeehouse, my friend Mary and I nourished our souls while enjoying talk of family, dreams, life, and spiritual matters. She shared that she’d been writing earlier and planned to begin posting these blogs as soon as she launched her website. I was struck and immediately noticed this synchronicity, or meaningful coincidence. I told her of my recent guidance to write again. This Earth Angel encouraged me to get on with it and “just write”.
I left our meeting feeling uplifted and went on to complete my planned season’s ritual. I went to explore the Colleyville Nature Trail and enjoyed a walk there, contemplating my inspiration. As I left, I spontaneously decided to stop by Bob Eden Park in Euless where I’d seen bluebonnets just days earlier. Sighting these Texas state flowers was a definite sign of Spring. I could think of nothing better to celebrate the new beginning of the season and my inspiration to write again than to share these beauties with others. I believe Spring is a sign of abundant bright days ahead. May these blossoms inspire hope, joy, and love, just as my sister continues to inspire in me!
This morning I awakened to dreamy whispers spoken by my beloved sister, Rosa. Although I don’t recall the specific words, she seemed to remind me that my favorite season had arrived. Since her passing last September, she has either visited in my dreams or I have sensed her joyful spirit around me. And it’s always been to convey deep comfort or happiness.
I miss her tremendously. The sadness since her loss has weighed heavy on my heart, especially during the cloudy days of winter. Today, Rosa’s nudges were like sunshine for my spirit, clearing away gloomy remnants and helping alleviate recent pain.
Her early gentle whispers were quite playful. I smiled and made my way out of bed, anticipating the enjoyment of the Spring rituals I planned. My celebration of the new season began by lighting a candle, a prayer, and journaling what I appreciate this day.
I continued with my plans and prepared nectar for my hummingbird feeder. This Spring ritual of inviting these tiny creatures into my garden serves to demonstrate my reverence for the sacredness of life, it’s cycles, and nature. I hung the feeder in a pot on my window sill and felt happy knowing they will soon arrive.
Later, I left to meet a friend for coffee. On my way, thoughts of my sister’s nudges surfaced and a stirring to write again emerged. I wondered about this inspiration. As I did, a car with the numbers 444 on its license plates passed by. This number has long been a symbol of Angels to me. Seeing it within moments of feeling inspired to write again was like a divine wink of celestial guidance. I took notice.
At the coffeehouse, my friend Mary and I nourished our souls while enjoying talk of family, dreams, life, and spiritual matters. She shared that she’d been writing earlier and planned to begin posting these blogs as soon as she launched her website. I was struck and immediately noticed this synchronicity, or meaningful coincidence. I told her of my recent guidance to write again. This Earth Angel encouraged me to get on with it and “just write”.
I left our meeting feeling uplifted and went on to complete my planned season’s ritual. I went to explore the Colleyville Nature Trail and enjoyed a walk there, contemplating my inspiration. As I left, I spontaneously decided to stop by Bob Eden Park in Euless where I’d seen bluebonnets just days earlier. Sighting these Texas state flowers was a definite sign of Spring. I could think of nothing better to celebrate the new beginning of the season and my inspiration to write again than to share these beauties with others. I believe Spring is a sign of abundant bright days ahead. May these blossoms inspire hope, joy, and love, just as my sister continues to inspire in me!
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Una Abundancia de Amor
“En mi familia, no había abundancia de riqueza, pero había una abundancia de amor.” Lauryn Hill
El Ángel en esta foto sienta en silencio en mi escritorio donde me saluda cada mañana al sentarme a meditar y escribir en mi diario. La encontré en una tienda de antigüedades donde había parado para tomar un descanso al viajar por el estado de Washington hace años. El hecho de que ella carga una canasta de manzanas la hizo un recuerdo perfecto para mi, así que la traje a casa. Desde entonces, ella me ha inspirado a través del continuo flujo de altibajos de la vida.
Siempre me ha gustado el simbolismo de la canasta de frutas. Representa la abundancia, la cosecha de lo bueno y suficiente. Pero hoy, la canasta de este Ángel provocó algo diferente en mí. Me trajo recuerdos de un sueño hace mucho tiempo que me despertó porque literalmente estaba llorando. Mientras limpiaba las lágrimas de mis ojos soñolientos, recordé el sueño en vívidos detalles.
En mi sueño, me estaba quedando en un hotel. Fui a sacar una ropa del “closet" y me sorprendió encontrar a una madre con su dedo índice a los labios, indicándome desesperadamente que no hiciera ruido. Luego señaló hacia algo detrás de ella. En las sombras estaba su esposo y sus dos hijos. Ella nerviosamente explicó que acababan de llegar de México y sabía que tenían que proceder con precaución por temor a ser descubiertos.
Me enteré de que habían estado caminando durante muchos días. Mientras la escuchaba, noté que sus ropas estaban gastadas, sudorosas y sucias. Sus rostros reflejaban fatiga extrema por las condiciones intensas que habían enfrentado.
Sintiendo que podía confiar en mí, compartió con entusiasmo el sueño de ella y su esposo de hacer una mejor vida para sus hijos aquí. Ellos eran muy trabajadores y habían trabajado en los campos en su país. Ahora estaban ansiosos de trabajar donde pudieran en este país. Al escuchar sus historias, me conmovió mucho su profundo afecto y tierno amor.
Mientras soñaba, mi corazón se agitó porque en la vida despierta había recibido el mismo amor de muchas familias similares con las que trabajé a lo largo de los años. Su amor es tan grande que naturalmente se extiende más allá de sus familias a los demás, una vez que se gana la confianza. Conozco a muchas personas ajenas a nuestra cultura que se emocionan cuando son aceptadas con todo corazón por nuestras familias.
El amor del que hablo fue expresado por la familia en mis sueños. Como medida de extrema gratitud por la atención que les había demostrado, me dieron humildemente una canasta de frutas que habían cosechado en los campos de su país. ¡La canasta era bastante grande y rebosaba de manzanas y fruta variada! Me quedé impresionado por su generosidad.
Al terminar de hablar, suplicaron que les asegurara que habían tomado la decisión correcta de venir aquí. Fue en ese preciso momento que sentí mi corazón romper. Yo sabía que su sueño de hacer una vida honesta en este país era honorable, pero también sabía la dura realidad de venir aquí. ¿Cómo podía decirles que pronto encontrarían actitudes inhóspitas y hostiles aquí?
Sabía que la verdad rompería sus corazones. Era muy doloroso y no podía decirles. En silencio, me invadió una profunda tristeza y empecé a llorar con tanta emoción, que desperté.
¿Por qué me inspiré a compartir este sueño ahora? Tal vez, solo tal vez, mi ayudante celestial sosteniendo la canasta de manzanas, sabía que había llegado el momento de compartirlo. A menos que vivamos bajo una roca, nuestros eventos actuales reflejan la dura recepción de los inmigrantes que llegan aquí. Siento que la hostilidad proviene de un miedo basado en percepciones erróneas limitadas y parciales. Ese miedo aleja el amor por los demás seres humanos. Sin amor, no hay compasión. Y esto, amigos míos, es lo que más se necesita hoy en día: una abundancia de amor.
Reflexión:
Estos tiempos nos llaman a cultivar más compasión y bondad, especialmente cuando observamos noticias o personas cuyas conductas son cualquier cosa menos amorosas. Tales momentos son una oportunidad para sembrar y cultivar más semillas de amor.
Ábrete a crear una comprensión más profunda y la aceptación de las diferencias de otras personas. Considera formas de conocer otras culturas. Los libros de la biblioteca son un buen comienzo. Visita un mercado étnico. Ten conversaciones, haz preguntas, escucha, aprende. Prueba diferentes comidas. Las ideas son infinitas, pero hay que actuar sobre ellas para obtener resultados. Cuanta más acción basada en el corazón tomamos individualmente, más aumenta el bien colectivo.
—¿Dónde en tu vida puedes fomentar más amor y compasión?
—¿Qué intenciones de amor, no importa que grandes o pequeños, por sí mismo y por los demás, puedes establecer hoy?
“En mi familia, no había abundancia de riqueza, pero había una abundancia de amor.” Lauryn Hill
El Ángel en esta foto sienta en silencio en mi escritorio donde me saluda cada mañana al sentarme a meditar y escribir en mi diario. La encontré en una tienda de antigüedades donde había parado para tomar un descanso al viajar por el estado de Washington hace años. El hecho de que ella carga una canasta de manzanas la hizo un recuerdo perfecto para mi, así que la traje a casa. Desde entonces, ella me ha inspirado a través del continuo flujo de altibajos de la vida.
Siempre me ha gustado el simbolismo de la canasta de frutas. Representa la abundancia, la cosecha de lo bueno y suficiente. Pero hoy, la canasta de este Ángel provocó algo diferente en mí. Me trajo recuerdos de un sueño hace mucho tiempo que me despertó porque literalmente estaba llorando. Mientras limpiaba las lágrimas de mis ojos soñolientos, recordé el sueño en vívidos detalles.
En mi sueño, me estaba quedando en un hotel. Fui a sacar una ropa del “closet" y me sorprendió encontrar a una madre con su dedo índice a los labios, indicándome desesperadamente que no hiciera ruido. Luego señaló hacia algo detrás de ella. En las sombras estaba su esposo y sus dos hijos. Ella nerviosamente explicó que acababan de llegar de México y sabía que tenían que proceder con precaución por temor a ser descubiertos.
Me enteré de que habían estado caminando durante muchos días. Mientras la escuchaba, noté que sus ropas estaban gastadas, sudorosas y sucias. Sus rostros reflejaban fatiga extrema por las condiciones intensas que habían enfrentado.
Sintiendo que podía confiar en mí, compartió con entusiasmo el sueño de ella y su esposo de hacer una mejor vida para sus hijos aquí. Ellos eran muy trabajadores y habían trabajado en los campos en su país. Ahora estaban ansiosos de trabajar donde pudieran en este país. Al escuchar sus historias, me conmovió mucho su profundo afecto y tierno amor.
Mientras soñaba, mi corazón se agitó porque en la vida despierta había recibido el mismo amor de muchas familias similares con las que trabajé a lo largo de los años. Su amor es tan grande que naturalmente se extiende más allá de sus familias a los demás, una vez que se gana la confianza. Conozco a muchas personas ajenas a nuestra cultura que se emocionan cuando son aceptadas con todo corazón por nuestras familias.
El amor del que hablo fue expresado por la familia en mis sueños. Como medida de extrema gratitud por la atención que les había demostrado, me dieron humildemente una canasta de frutas que habían cosechado en los campos de su país. ¡La canasta era bastante grande y rebosaba de manzanas y fruta variada! Me quedé impresionado por su generosidad.
Al terminar de hablar, suplicaron que les asegurara que habían tomado la decisión correcta de venir aquí. Fue en ese preciso momento que sentí mi corazón romper. Yo sabía que su sueño de hacer una vida honesta en este país era honorable, pero también sabía la dura realidad de venir aquí. ¿Cómo podía decirles que pronto encontrarían actitudes inhóspitas y hostiles aquí?
Sabía que la verdad rompería sus corazones. Era muy doloroso y no podía decirles. En silencio, me invadió una profunda tristeza y empecé a llorar con tanta emoción, que desperté.
¿Por qué me inspiré a compartir este sueño ahora? Tal vez, solo tal vez, mi ayudante celestial sosteniendo la canasta de manzanas, sabía que había llegado el momento de compartirlo. A menos que vivamos bajo una roca, nuestros eventos actuales reflejan la dura recepción de los inmigrantes que llegan aquí. Siento que la hostilidad proviene de un miedo basado en percepciones erróneas limitadas y parciales. Ese miedo aleja el amor por los demás seres humanos. Sin amor, no hay compasión. Y esto, amigos míos, es lo que más se necesita hoy en día: una abundancia de amor.
Reflexión:
Estos tiempos nos llaman a cultivar más compasión y bondad, especialmente cuando observamos noticias o personas cuyas conductas son cualquier cosa menos amorosas. Tales momentos son una oportunidad para sembrar y cultivar más semillas de amor.
Ábrete a crear una comprensión más profunda y la aceptación de las diferencias de otras personas. Considera formas de conocer otras culturas. Los libros de la biblioteca son un buen comienzo. Visita un mercado étnico. Ten conversaciones, haz preguntas, escucha, aprende. Prueba diferentes comidas. Las ideas son infinitas, pero hay que actuar sobre ellas para obtener resultados. Cuanta más acción basada en el corazón tomamos individualmente, más aumenta el bien colectivo.
—¿Dónde en tu vida puedes fomentar más amor y compasión?
—¿Qué intenciones de amor, no importa que grandes o pequeños, por sí mismo y por los demás, puedes establecer hoy?
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An Abundance of Love
“In my family, there was not an abundance of wealth, but there was an abundance of love.” Lauryn Hill
The Angel pictured here sits quietly on my desk where she greets me every morning as I sit to journal and meditate. I found her at an antique shop where I’d stopped to take a break while on business travel in Washington state years ago. The fact that she’s holding a basket of apples made her the perfect souvenir, so I brought her home. Ever since, she’s inspired me through the continuous flow of life’s ups and downs.
I have always loved the symbolism of the basket of fruit. It represents abundance, the harvesting of good and plenty. But today, this Angel’s basket elicited something different in me. It brought memories of a dream long ago that awakened me because I was literally crying. As I wiped away tears from my sleepy eyes, I recalled the dream in vivid detail.
In my dream, I was staying at a hotel. I went to pull some clothes from the closet and was surprised to find a mother holding her index finger to her lips, desperately signaling me to not make noise. She then pointed to something behind her. In the shadows stood her husband and two sons. She nervously explained they had just arrived from Mexico and knew they had to proceed cautiously for fear of being found out.
I learned they had been walking for many days. As I listened, I noticed their clothes were worn, sweaty and splotched with dirt. Their faces reflected extreme fatigue from the intense conditions they had endured.
Sensing I could be trusted, she enthusiastically shared their dream of making a better life for their boys here. They were all hard workers, having labored the fields in their country and eager to work where they could now. As I listened to their stories, I was touched by their deep affection and tender love.
As I dreamt, my heart stirred because in waking life I had received this same love from many similar families I worked with over the years. Their love is so great, it is naturally extended beyond their families to others once trust is earned. I know many people outside our culture who are moved as they are embraced and wholeheartedly accepted by our familias.
The love I’m talking about was expressed by the family in my dream. As a measure of extreme gratitude for the care I had demonstrated for them, they humbly gave me a basket of fruit they had harvested in the fields back home. The basket was quite big and overflowing with apples and assorted fruit! I was blown away by their generosity.
As we finished talking, they begged for my reassurance. They wanted me to tell them they had made the right decision to come here. It was at that very moment that I felt my heart break. I knew their dream to make an honest living in this country was honorable, but I also knew the harsh realities of coming here. How could I tell them they would encounter unwelcoming and hostile attitudes here? I knew the truth would break their hearts. It was painstaking and I could not tell them. In silence, a profound sadness swelled within me, and I began to cry with such emotion that I awakened.
Why was I inspired to share this dream now? Maybe, just maybe, my celestial helper holding the basket of apples knew the time had come for me to share it. Unless we live under a rock, our current events reflect the harsh reception of immigrants arriving here. I sense the hostility stems from a fear based on limited and biased misperceptions. That fear drives love for fellow humans away. That fear has led us far from the truth we know in our hearts. Without love, there is no compassion. And this, my friends, is what is most needed today: an abundance of love.
Reflection:
These times call us to cultivate more compassion and kindness, especially when we observe news or people whose behaviors are anything but loving. Such moments are an opportunity to plant and nurture more seeds of love.
Open to creating a deeper understanding and acceptance of other people’s differences. Consider ways to get to know other cultures. Library books are a good start. Visit an ethnic market. Hold conversations, ask questions, listen, learn. Sample different foods. Ideas are endless, but we must act on them to reap results. The more heart-based action we take individually, the more the collective good increases.
—Where in your life can you nurture more love and compassion?
—What loving intentions no matter how big or small, for yourself and for others, can you set today?
“In my family, there was not an abundance of wealth, but there was an abundance of love.” Lauryn Hill
The Angel pictured here sits quietly on my desk where she greets me every morning as I sit to journal and meditate. I found her at an antique shop where I’d stopped to take a break while on business travel in Washington state years ago. The fact that she’s holding a basket of apples made her the perfect souvenir, so I brought her home. Ever since, she’s inspired me through the continuous flow of life’s ups and downs.
I have always loved the symbolism of the basket of fruit. It represents abundance, the harvesting of good and plenty. But today, this Angel’s basket elicited something different in me. It brought memories of a dream long ago that awakened me because I was literally crying. As I wiped away tears from my sleepy eyes, I recalled the dream in vivid detail.
In my dream, I was staying at a hotel. I went to pull some clothes from the closet and was surprised to find a mother holding her index finger to her lips, desperately signaling me to not make noise. She then pointed to something behind her. In the shadows stood her husband and two sons. She nervously explained they had just arrived from Mexico and knew they had to proceed cautiously for fear of being found out.
I learned they had been walking for many days. As I listened, I noticed their clothes were worn, sweaty and splotched with dirt. Their faces reflected extreme fatigue from the intense conditions they had endured.
Sensing I could be trusted, she enthusiastically shared their dream of making a better life for their boys here. They were all hard workers, having labored the fields in their country and eager to work where they could now. As I listened to their stories, I was touched by their deep affection and tender love.
As I dreamt, my heart stirred because in waking life I had received this same love from many similar families I worked with over the years. Their love is so great, it is naturally extended beyond their families to others once trust is earned. I know many people outside our culture who are moved as they are embraced and wholeheartedly accepted by our familias.
The love I’m talking about was expressed by the family in my dream. As a measure of extreme gratitude for the care I had demonstrated for them, they humbly gave me a basket of fruit they had harvested in the fields back home. The basket was quite big and overflowing with apples and assorted fruit! I was blown away by their generosity.
As we finished talking, they begged for my reassurance. They wanted me to tell them they had made the right decision to come here. It was at that very moment that I felt my heart break. I knew their dream to make an honest living in this country was honorable, but I also knew the harsh realities of coming here. How could I tell them they would encounter unwelcoming and hostile attitudes here? I knew the truth would break their hearts. It was painstaking and I could not tell them. In silence, a profound sadness swelled within me, and I began to cry with such emotion that I awakened.
Why was I inspired to share this dream now? Maybe, just maybe, my celestial helper holding the basket of apples knew the time had come for me to share it. Unless we live under a rock, our current events reflect the harsh reception of immigrants arriving here. I sense the hostility stems from a fear based on limited and biased misperceptions. That fear drives love for fellow humans away. That fear has led us far from the truth we know in our hearts. Without love, there is no compassion. And this, my friends, is what is most needed today: an abundance of love.
Reflection:
These times call us to cultivate more compassion and kindness, especially when we observe news or people whose behaviors are anything but loving. Such moments are an opportunity to plant and nurture more seeds of love.
Open to creating a deeper understanding and acceptance of other people’s differences. Consider ways to get to know other cultures. Library books are a good start. Visit an ethnic market. Hold conversations, ask questions, listen, learn. Sample different foods. Ideas are endless, but we must act on them to reap results. The more heart-based action we take individually, the more the collective good increases.
—Where in your life can you nurture more love and compassion?
—What loving intentions no matter how big or small, for yourself and for others, can you set today?
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Despertada por un Ángel
“El amor es la fuerza más poderosa del universo.” Kristi Ling
Hace unos años, desperté con la melodía y las palabras compasivas de una vieja canción que tocaba en mi cabeza: “"Lo que el mundo necesita ahora es amor, dulce amor. No, no solo para algunos, sino para todos.” La canción quedo conmigo por días, pero desvaneció a través de los sonidos de las rutinas, la vida diaria, la crianza de los hijos, etc. Años han pasado, y sin embargo, esas palabras de vez en cuando fluyen espontáneamente a través de mi mente, como para volver a dirigir mi atención al trabajo que he llegado a hacer.
Mi trabajo verdadero surgió después de experimentar un Despertar Divino hace treinta años. Ese día, una Presencia Divina suavemente me sacó de mi angustia con una gracia sanadora que duró por meses. Aunque no vi nada, como alas o luces brillantes, sentí una energía de gran benevolencia. Sé que fue un Ángel. Llegó a enseñarme que, no importa que graves e imperdonables sean nuestras acciones, somos amados sin condiciones en el mundo invisible. Y somos capaces de mejorar nuestras vidas.
Hace unos años, desperté con la melodía y las palabras compasivas de una vieja canción que tocaba en mi cabeza: “"Lo que el mundo necesita ahora es amor, dulce amor. No, no solo para algunos, sino para todos.” La canción quedo conmigo por días, pero desvaneció a través de los sonidos de las rutinas, la vida diaria, la crianza de los hijos, etc. Años han pasado, y sin embargo, esas palabras de vez en cuando fluyen espontáneamente a través de mi mente, como para volver a dirigir mi atención al trabajo que he llegado a hacer.
Mi trabajo verdadero surgió después de experimentar un Despertar Divino hace treinta años. Ese día, una Presencia Divina suavemente me sacó de mi angustia con una gracia sanadora que duró por meses. Aunque no vi nada, como alas o luces brillantes, sentí una energía de gran benevolencia. Sé que fue un Ángel. Llegó a enseñarme que, no importa que graves e imperdonables sean nuestras acciones, somos amados sin condiciones en el mundo invisible. Y somos capaces de mejorar nuestras vidas.
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Awakened by an Angel
“Love is the most powerful force in the universe.” Kristi Ling
A few years ago, I awoke to the melody and gentle words of an old song playing in my head: “What the world needs now, is love, sweet love. No, not just for some, but for everyone.” It stayed with me for days, but soon faded amid the sounds of mundane routines, parenting, and so on. Years have gone by, yet those words occasionally stream spontaneously through my mind, as if to redirect my attention to my life’s work.
My true work emerged after I experienced a Soul Wake Up Call thirty years ago. That day, a Divine Presence jolted me out of my anguish with a healing grace that lingered for months. Although I didn’t see anything, like wings or brilliant lights, I felt amazing benevolent energy. I know it was an Angel. It came to teach me that, no matter how grave and unforgivable our actions, we are loved without condition in the unseen world. And, that we are capable of bettering our lives.
A few years ago, I awoke to the melody and gentle words of an old song playing in my head: “What the world needs now, is love, sweet love. No, not just for some, but for everyone.” It stayed with me for days, but soon faded amid the sounds of mundane routines, parenting, and so on. Years have gone by, yet those words occasionally stream spontaneously through my mind, as if to redirect my attention to my life’s work.
My true work emerged after I experienced a Soul Wake Up Call thirty years ago. That day, a Divine Presence jolted me out of my anguish with a healing grace that lingered for months. Although I didn’t see anything, like wings or brilliant lights, I felt amazing benevolent energy. I know it was an Angel. It came to teach me that, no matter how grave and unforgivable our actions, we are loved without condition in the unseen world. And, that we are capable of bettering our lives.
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It's 2018, a new year that calls us to become greater versions of ourselves! Challenging, unexpected, or surprising circumstances are the way our soul calls us to awaken and embrace our true, divine essence. To be Feminine Fierce is to refuse to be the victims of our circumstances, but choose to be triumphant in spite of them.
Our unforeseen or startling circumstances are our soul's way of getting our attention, so that we begin to use our life to become a driving force for good that can be light the way for others. The best way to discover all we are meant for is to look within and connect to the loving, intuitive wisdom of your heart and soul. Then let your heart lead you forward into our fullness and unique expression.
Whether we're aware of it or not, there's a Divine Feminine Energy awakening within each of us. This is undeniable, especially as we reflect on events of the past year. As women, we are being prompted to be fierce in using our unique gifts and talents in greater service to the world. It's time to become all we are meant to be and use who we are to boldly lead and create positive changes in the workplace, our homes, our communities and beyond. The world needs your light. It's time to be Feminine Fierce!
Our unforeseen or startling circumstances are our soul's way of getting our attention, so that we begin to use our life to become a driving force for good that can be light the way for others. The best way to discover all we are meant for is to look within and connect to the loving, intuitive wisdom of your heart and soul. Then let your heart lead you forward into our fullness and unique expression.
Whether we're aware of it or not, there's a Divine Feminine Energy awakening within each of us. This is undeniable, especially as we reflect on events of the past year. As women, we are being prompted to be fierce in using our unique gifts and talents in greater service to the world. It's time to become all we are meant to be and use who we are to boldly lead and create positive changes in the workplace, our homes, our communities and beyond. The world needs your light. It's time to be Feminine Fierce!
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Durante el mes pasado, observé varios incidentes que me afectaron en una manera muy profunda en mi corazón. Dentro de 3 semanas, las noticias locales reportaron varios eventos que me hicieron reflexionar.
El primer caso: una madre, en medio de una separación, realizada como músico, mató a sus dos hijos pequeños, y luego, se apuñaló.
En segundo lugar, otra madre desapareció junto con sus tres hijos pequeños, de edades 5, 3 y 1. Días después fue encontrada muerta en su auto en el estacionamiento de la tienda Target; sus hijos vivos. Tristemente, el examinador médico reportó su muerte como un suicidio.
En tercer lugar, una niña de cuatro años, fue brutalmente asesinada por su mamá y el novio con historia de adicción a las drogas. Las consecuencias se hicieron sentir por la agencia de protección infantil del estado, ya que algunos empleados renunciaron bajo la nube oscura que precipitó “responsabilidad".
Por último, recibí un texto de una amiga compartiendo acerca del aparente suicidio de una compañera de trabajo. Lo leí antes de entrar a presentar un taller a padres en una escuela. Mi corazón pesaba con tristeza. Intuitivamente cambie el enfoque de mi presentación esa noche, entrelazando la discusión de estos incidentes en la lección. Deseaba ayudar a los padres a entender cómo nuestras emociones negativas y el sufrimiento pueden impactar a las familias.
Al fin, mi corazón me ha llevado a cambiar la dirección de mi trabajo. Soy llamada ahora para ayudar a las mujeres (y sus familias) a sanar y transformar su esencia misma. ¿Por qué?
A pesar de que estos casos demuestran circunstancias extremas, creo que hoy en día muchas mujeres (y hombres) están sufriendo innecesariamente en silencio. Mi corazón está gritando, “Ya no podemos quedar en silencio, como testigos insensibles de lo que estamos observando. Estamos en riesgo de perdernos nosotras mismas!! Nuestros niños están en riesgo! Y, tenemos el poder de hacer una diferencia."
Las mujeres siempre han sido el corazón y el alma de las familias. Paradójicamente, las expectativas culturales y sociales, los avances tecnológicos y las exigencias auto impuestas están creando una grave desconexión de nuestra sabiduría femenina divina.
Esta sabiduría es la fuente natural de nuestro poder personal, el fundamento de todas las cosas buenas. Y esta sabiduría está en nuestro espíritu! Una vez despierta, ella inicia amor, compasión, unidad, creatividad, comunidad y mucho más. Esta energía femenina divina ha habitado dentro de nosotros desde tiempos ancestrales.
¿Se siente sin inspiración, desequilibrada, estresada, o incierta? ¿Siente una sensación de urgencia? Es la mujer sabia divina por dentro susurrándole suavemente, "Es hora de despertar.” Preste atención a su llamada para sanar a la niña interior herida, a aceptar el amor incondicional, y a brillar su luz en el mundo. Esta es la mejor manera hacia adelante, porque cuando sanamos a nosotras mismas, traemos sanidad a los demás.
Más que nunca, el mundo necesita la mujer sabia entera que has nacido para ser. Hoy me dedico a guíar y enseñar a mujeres a vivir de forma más inteligente y aumentar su bienestar. Ofrezco capacitación personal y entrenamientos que le ayudan a conectarse con la sabiduría divina interior y a activar los "Dones de su Corazón". Si puedo servirle, por favor comuníquese conmigo por correo electrónico: lucy@lucyvcantu.com.
Les mando cariño y abrazos,
Lucy
El primer caso: una madre, en medio de una separación, realizada como músico, mató a sus dos hijos pequeños, y luego, se apuñaló.
En segundo lugar, otra madre desapareció junto con sus tres hijos pequeños, de edades 5, 3 y 1. Días después fue encontrada muerta en su auto en el estacionamiento de la tienda Target; sus hijos vivos. Tristemente, el examinador médico reportó su muerte como un suicidio.
En tercer lugar, una niña de cuatro años, fue brutalmente asesinada por su mamá y el novio con historia de adicción a las drogas. Las consecuencias se hicieron sentir por la agencia de protección infantil del estado, ya que algunos empleados renunciaron bajo la nube oscura que precipitó “responsabilidad".
Por último, recibí un texto de una amiga compartiendo acerca del aparente suicidio de una compañera de trabajo. Lo leí antes de entrar a presentar un taller a padres en una escuela. Mi corazón pesaba con tristeza. Intuitivamente cambie el enfoque de mi presentación esa noche, entrelazando la discusión de estos incidentes en la lección. Deseaba ayudar a los padres a entender cómo nuestras emociones negativas y el sufrimiento pueden impactar a las familias.
Al fin, mi corazón me ha llevado a cambiar la dirección de mi trabajo. Soy llamada ahora para ayudar a las mujeres (y sus familias) a sanar y transformar su esencia misma. ¿Por qué?
A pesar de que estos casos demuestran circunstancias extremas, creo que hoy en día muchas mujeres (y hombres) están sufriendo innecesariamente en silencio. Mi corazón está gritando, “Ya no podemos quedar en silencio, como testigos insensibles de lo que estamos observando. Estamos en riesgo de perdernos nosotras mismas!! Nuestros niños están en riesgo! Y, tenemos el poder de hacer una diferencia."
Las mujeres siempre han sido el corazón y el alma de las familias. Paradójicamente, las expectativas culturales y sociales, los avances tecnológicos y las exigencias auto impuestas están creando una grave desconexión de nuestra sabiduría femenina divina.
Esta sabiduría es la fuente natural de nuestro poder personal, el fundamento de todas las cosas buenas. Y esta sabiduría está en nuestro espíritu! Una vez despierta, ella inicia amor, compasión, unidad, creatividad, comunidad y mucho más. Esta energía femenina divina ha habitado dentro de nosotros desde tiempos ancestrales.
¿Se siente sin inspiración, desequilibrada, estresada, o incierta? ¿Siente una sensación de urgencia? Es la mujer sabia divina por dentro susurrándole suavemente, "Es hora de despertar.” Preste atención a su llamada para sanar a la niña interior herida, a aceptar el amor incondicional, y a brillar su luz en el mundo. Esta es la mejor manera hacia adelante, porque cuando sanamos a nosotras mismas, traemos sanidad a los demás.
Más que nunca, el mundo necesita la mujer sabia entera que has nacido para ser. Hoy me dedico a guíar y enseñar a mujeres a vivir de forma más inteligente y aumentar su bienestar. Ofrezco capacitación personal y entrenamientos que le ayudan a conectarse con la sabiduría divina interior y a activar los "Dones de su Corazón". Si puedo servirle, por favor comuníquese conmigo por correo electrónico: lucy@lucyvcantu.com.
Les mando cariño y abrazos,
Lucy
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Over the past month, I observed several incidents that struck a chord deep within my heart. Within a matter of 3 weeks, the local news reported numerous incidents that gave me pause.
First case: a mother, an accomplished musician in the midst of a separation, killed her two young children, then stabbed herself.
Second, a mother went missing along with her three young children, aged 5, 3 and 1. Days later, she was found dead in her car in a Target parking lot; her children alive. Sadly, the medical examiner recently ruled her death a suicide.
Third, a four year old was brutally murdered by her mother and boyfriend with a history of drug addiction. Repercussions were felt by the state child protective agency as some employees resigned under the dark cloud that precipitated “accountability”.
Finally, the text from a friend sharing about the apparent suicide of a fellow co-worker. I read it just as I walked in to present a parent workshop. My heart was heavy. I intuitively changed the focus of my presentation that evening, weaving these incidents into the evening’s lesson. I longed to help parents understand how our unhealed feelings can impact families.
My heart has ultimately led me to change the direction of my work. I am called now to help women heal and transform at their very core. Why?
Although these cases demonstrate dire circumstances, I believe that today many women (and men) are suffering needlessly in silence. My heart is crying, “WE cannot sit quietly any longer, numb to what we are witnessing. WE are at risk of losing ourselves!! Our children are at risk! And, we have the power to make a difference.”
Women have always been the heart and soul of families. Paradoxically, cultural and societal expectations, technological advances, and self-imposed demands are creating a severe disconnect from our divine, feminine wisdom.
This wisdom is the natural source of our personal power, the foundation of all things good. And, this wisdom is in your very spirit! Once awakened, she ushers in love, compassion, unity, creativity, community, and more. This energy has dwelled within us for ages.
Are you feeling uninspired, out of balance, stressed, or uncertain? Do you feel a sense of urgency? It’s divine wise woman within gently whispering, “It’s time to awaken.” Heed her call to heal the wounded child within, embrace unconditional love, and bring the light of who you are to the world. This is the best way forward because when we heal ourselves, we bring healing to others.
Today more than ever, the world needs the whole, wise woman you are born to be. I can guide you to lighten up, live more wisely, and increase wellbeing. I offer training and coaching that empowers women by activating the “Gifts of the Corazón ~ Heart” and connecting them to their divine inner wisdom. If I may be of service, please email me at lucy@lucyvcantu.com.
I send you loving hugs ~ cariño y abrazos,
Lucy
First case: a mother, an accomplished musician in the midst of a separation, killed her two young children, then stabbed herself.
Second, a mother went missing along with her three young children, aged 5, 3 and 1. Days later, she was found dead in her car in a Target parking lot; her children alive. Sadly, the medical examiner recently ruled her death a suicide.
Third, a four year old was brutally murdered by her mother and boyfriend with a history of drug addiction. Repercussions were felt by the state child protective agency as some employees resigned under the dark cloud that precipitated “accountability”.
Finally, the text from a friend sharing about the apparent suicide of a fellow co-worker. I read it just as I walked in to present a parent workshop. My heart was heavy. I intuitively changed the focus of my presentation that evening, weaving these incidents into the evening’s lesson. I longed to help parents understand how our unhealed feelings can impact families.
My heart has ultimately led me to change the direction of my work. I am called now to help women heal and transform at their very core. Why?
Although these cases demonstrate dire circumstances, I believe that today many women (and men) are suffering needlessly in silence. My heart is crying, “WE cannot sit quietly any longer, numb to what we are witnessing. WE are at risk of losing ourselves!! Our children are at risk! And, we have the power to make a difference.”
Women have always been the heart and soul of families. Paradoxically, cultural and societal expectations, technological advances, and self-imposed demands are creating a severe disconnect from our divine, feminine wisdom.
This wisdom is the natural source of our personal power, the foundation of all things good. And, this wisdom is in your very spirit! Once awakened, she ushers in love, compassion, unity, creativity, community, and more. This energy has dwelled within us for ages.
Are you feeling uninspired, out of balance, stressed, or uncertain? Do you feel a sense of urgency? It’s divine wise woman within gently whispering, “It’s time to awaken.” Heed her call to heal the wounded child within, embrace unconditional love, and bring the light of who you are to the world. This is the best way forward because when we heal ourselves, we bring healing to others.
Today more than ever, the world needs the whole, wise woman you are born to be. I can guide you to lighten up, live more wisely, and increase wellbeing. I offer training and coaching that empowers women by activating the “Gifts of the Corazón ~ Heart” and connecting them to their divine inner wisdom. If I may be of service, please email me at lucy@lucyvcantu.com.
I send you loving hugs ~ cariño y abrazos,
Lucy
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On business travel a few weeks ago, I spontaneously stopped for lunch at a Thai restaurant just off the interstate I was on. My adventurous spirit is one for trying new, local places, so I entered the old looking building with an open mind.
Soon after taking my order, the waitress placed a dish of lemon chicken in front of me. Then, she laid the accompanying side of rice by the entrée. As I started to dig into the steamed grains with my fork, I stopped.
Here’s the delightful part: I spied a platter, not the typical bowl, of rice in the charming shape of a heart!
Soon after taking my order, the waitress placed a dish of lemon chicken in front of me. Then, she laid the accompanying side of rice by the entrée. As I started to dig into the steamed grains with my fork, I stopped.
Here’s the delightful part: I spied a platter, not the typical bowl, of rice in the charming shape of a heart!
