Isn't it funny, how something personal is
a SCARY SECRET that we hide...but really, no one else thinks much of it?
I have something to share, but I was afraid my loved ones would say :
"oh we always knew there was something wrong with Linda,
and now here's the final evidence."
"She's gone off the deep end."
"She's gone all woo-woo on us!"
Now that I'm going to share it, all that fear seems so silly!
(Unless my parents were still alive...I"m pretty sure they would say ALL of those things! Bless their loving hearts; they just always wanted to keep me safe.)
So here it is: in my time on Hawai'i Island, and through my own healing journey here, I have become an Energy Healer.
I have gained the ability and practices to consciously use energy fields to help the mind and body recover and heal more quickly and completely.
Some of the modalities I use are specifically Hawaiian, and some are from other healing schools. All of them are practices that have helped me heal and grow stronger, and that have helped others heal, since my arrival on Hawai'i Island.
I'm not a big healer, I'm a small healer.
I don't conjure up lightening or make the blind see again. I just help shift energy that is stuck and stagnating, so the natural flow of health that we all have, can move more easily.
And I AM NOT the one who makes the healing happen. I'm just a kind of placeholder, or maybe a technician, who helps move the energy.
Who does the actual healing? Is it yourself? Is it God, or Jesus, moving through in divine love? Is the Universal Presence, that is never an absence?
My answer to that is Yes. It's Divine spirit, moving through love, that wants you to be the best and most high and most joyful being that you can be!
Gee, that wasn't SO SCARY after all!
Now I see that this sharing is another step in my journey to wholeness.
And it feels really good.
"Mahalo nui loa" to you all, my loved ones!
"Many, many thanks!"
Aloha and love, Linda
What do you choose to be grateful for? Every morning, when I sit and write, the light shines through the leaves of the trees outside. It's so beautiful, and I'm grateful to the light and the leaves, and I thank my eyes for allowing me to see this beauty.
BUT-- what you appreciate and what you are thankful for is YOUR CHOICE.
You don’t have to be thankful for something that you don’t want
or you don’t like!
Pay attention to what you are choosing to be thankful for.
There are thousands of outside messages, every day, telling us what we “should” like and what we “should” own... and they tell us what we “should” be thankful for.
Some of these messages may be sincere.
Most of them are trying to get you to buy something.
Some of them are people trying to manipulate you, to benefit them.
There used to a person in my life who would try to give me "gifts."
A box full of tiny slivers of stained glass left over from her craft making:
"I thought you could put them in your garden around your flowers!"
(and the garbage man won't take them in the garbage can.)
Very, very used carpeting that she was ripping out:
"you can sew the cut edges and put it in your dining room!"
(since the landfill charges a hefty fee for dumping used carpet.)
A huge box of black bananas -and fruit flies- that she had let sit too long in her pantry:
"you could make a dozen loaves of banana bread and freeze it!"
(and you won't have the smelly things in your garbage can,and flies until trash day.)
When I declined politely, she told me I was ungrateful.
True! I was ungrateful.
I had no desire to take her castoffs.
I had no gratitude for her thought of me as a convenient trash can.
I had no thankfulness for her assumption that I was obligated to accept things that were garbage to her.
I was deliberately NOT grateful.
I thought, and chose, to reserve my gratitude for things I truly wanted.
But she had expected me to be swept along by the momentum of gifting and receiving, and social manners, and maybe even by a social class obligation that expects us to be accepting and grateful of the crumbs that fall from the table of the more affluent; since I lived in a much more modest home and manner than she did.
She had expected me to submit to her manipulations, that would benefit her.
You know, I wonder what she finally did with those black bananas???
Have you ever acquired something that you thought would make you happy, and then realized you don't really like it? Then later you felt disappointed, and felt disengaged with your purchase.
Maybe you wondered "why did I make that choice." Or, "why did I buy that?"
In many cases, it's because you didn't actually think about choosing that thing - if it fits your values, your goals, your manner of lifestyle -
-you just got swept into the momentum
of the many messages that told you when you own it, it will make you happy,
and that you will be thankful you have it.
When you are careful to stop and listen your own thoughts, guided by your chosen values,
THEN you will choose to acquire things that truly make you happy!
When your thoughts and values
are in line with the deliberate choices that you make,
you find your life becoming joyfully full of things
that you are truly thankful for!
And you find yourself living in gratitude
for the things you chose to leave OUT of your life, too.
Are you a Time Traveller? It's quite likely that sometimes you are!
Have you spent time worrying about the future, or the past? Has the feeling ever been so strong that you feel like you're re-living the past events...or that you're almost present in the future events?
I've spent too much of my 59 years dwelling on the past or anxious about the future. Time travelling like that makes me feel tired, and confused!
Looking back at the past can be happy and fruitful - recalling fond memories, reminding ourselves of lessons we've learned and milestones we've passed. Renewing and refreshing our boundless spirits, strengthing our sense of self -those are very good for knowing who we are in the present, and steadying our steps into our future.
Looking ahead to see what we want to create, where we want to go - that's wonderful too! Creating eagerness, excitement, and determination to move forward with intention, curiosity, and delight!
Looking back or ahead can be good - but when we relive or project the events, we can get STUCK. I HATE BEING STUCK. IT FEELS BAD!
Every moment that you spend dwelling the future, trying to control events that haven't occurred yet, adds a burden of effort and enforcement to all your present moments that follow. That's because, in those present moments, you are working hard to force the future events to occur to your satisfaction, and satisfy your plans.
And when you worry about the done events in the past, you add the burden of dissatisfaction, guilt, and limited perceptions to your present. It's a double-whammy! Your present moments take on the burdens of your past AND your future!
Plans for the future start to take on the burdens of "but I failed that in the past...what if I fail again? "
No wonder time travelling made me tired and confused! I was trying to live three times as fast: the past moment, the present moment, and the future moment all rolled into one!
Does any of this sound familiar to you?
Thank goodness I figured it out, and learned tools to help me LOOK at the past, instead of reliving it. And I learned to look forward at my future with happy curiousity, instead of trying to force events to a particular outcome.
Now, gleaning the past lessons I've learned becomes joyful, with a feeling of accomplishment, instead of guilt or shame, or "why wasn't I good enough."
Looking at and planning my future becomes a welcome journey, where I have an idea of my road and my destinations, but also a wonderful sense of mystery about the unknown things I'll encounter, and a smile and a shake of my head, knowing that obstacles will crop up, wondering how I'll handle them, and feeling tickled to know that I will get past them... and after I'm past them, there will be a new lesson for me to look back and learn from.
Would you like to learn some of the tools I used?
Tools to keep me engaged with the present.
Tools that enabled me to look back at the past in a fruitful and effective way, without getting stuck.
And, tools that help me look forward with eagerness, and intention, into the future.
Comment below, or message me, and I will be happy to share my most effective tools.
Look for the publication of my book: The Seven Minute Self. Full of simple, easy, quick tools for the most enjoyment out of your authentic life.
Pain might be the single most common denominator of life. Everyone has pain, sometime. Everyone understands that life contains pain.
This is the most tragic and confusing human irony to me: that pain, our most shared thing, is also the thing that most isolates us from each other. And the isolation makes it hurt even more.
But... why? Why does pain set us apart, isolate us? Several reasons.
We isolate ourselves and hide our pain from because we don't want to admit weakness to others. We hide our pain because we don't want our loved ones to worry about us. Or because we hope that if we ignore the pain, it will pass more quickly.
We might hide our pain because we know that people don't like to look at pain, and we're afraid our loved ones will avoid us when we need them the most. And when you're loved ones turn away, that hurts the most of all.
The most basic, instinctive, reason we hide pain is so others won't take advantage of our infirmity, and hurt us even more. We don't want others to know we're bleeding.
We even use bleeding as a metaphor in financial transactions.
"Smell the Blood" is a phrase that means to recognize an opportunity to take advantage of someone who is in a difficult situation. When I used to work in negotiations for a client who was in a tight spot, we were careful not to let the opposition "smell the blood."
Also in negotiations, there were parties who just weren't happy -who wouldn't finalize the transaction- unless they made someone "bleed on the table;" that is, they wanted to feel like the other party gave up more than they wanted to ...that they made the other party feel some kind of pain.
Bullies pick on those who are weak, wounded, or unable to defend themselves.
Even animals hide their pain and wounds, because predators look for injured animals as easy prey. The sharks start to circle. The vultures gather.
Pain and fear go hand in hand.
But we have another thing in common, that can transcend the instinct to isolate ourselves:
Everyone has the ability to hope. And everyone has the ability to love.
Hope. Hope eclipses the fear, and calls up the courage to acknowledge the humanity of reaching out for help, when it's needed. The humanity to admit we need help, we need comfort, we need connection. The hope to reach out and ask for recognition in your suffering. The hope of a caring word or a gentle hand, even if just for a moment.
Love. Simple love for life, for all of our brother and sister beings. Love awakens us, impels us to take up the courage of seeing another's pain and reaching out in comfort, in recognition. The courage to see and respond, instead of turning away.
It's beautiful, loving, thousandfold humane that we reach out in to each other. That we can connect and recognize, and share, and ease pain.
And it's everywhere! Everywhere, every day, you can read or hear a story of everyday people -and even pets, and wild animals- who reach out through, over, or beyond pain and fear; to need and ask, to connect and share, to comfort and help, to see, and to listen.
I'm inspired over and over, every day, by the loving, generous, kind, sincere; help, sharing, and support that I see. And I'm grateful, so grateful.
Sometimes it seems like greed, avarice, and uncaring drive the world; but when I start to see too much of that, I'm so grateful I have you, my fellow beings, my brothers and sisters in pain, and in love, to remind me that we do transcend. We do rise above. And we do help each other every day.
You all inspire me. I'm grateful for you.
I get asked: HOW do I get through the holidays...AGAIN?
The simplest, easiest answer that I have is: Make YOUR OWN AGENDA.
Do only the things that are going to make YOU happy during the holiday season.
What does that mean?
When you look at all the traditions--
and you think of the things of “what am I going to get through”
-- how many of those things come from agendas of other people?
Or the expectations from other people, that they are putting on you?
Thousands of years of the of the past traditions have come down upon us in a great in a great crescendo...
...decades of family traditions are passed down, and form the bonds and the links of family, loved ones; co- dependencies;
and also good behaviors, AND bad behaviors...
...and add to that the avalanche of more recent commercial “traditions” of things
that you have to have,
that you have to buy,
how you have to look,
how you have to behave,
or wrap a package,
or decorate your home.
----------------- Look at all those things! --------------------
ALMOST EVERY ONE of those things is SOMEONE ELSE's AGENDA for YOU!
And it's SO HARD to find happiness
when you're following someone else's agenda!
So, my answer to help you lower that stress level,
is to pick and choose from all these things.
Pick and choose ONLY the ones that make YOU happy.
Maybe there's just a couple... maybe there's a whole bunch... but pick ONLY the ones
that make you happy; that make your heart sing!
That will make you feel so full of love that your loved ones around you will look past the smallness of the details and actions,
such as the need for a perfect ribbon on a gift; because they will be held and bathed in your happiness, and in your ability to hold love for all of them so much larger.
I hope that by creating your own agenda and by embracing and attracting the love and happiness that makes your heart sing,
that you can have the best Christmas ever, and the happiest Holiday Season,
with love for yourself and for all of those around you! Aloha, Linda
I get HUGE resistance from clients when I suggest that they start to expect support from their loved ones. Simple things like assigning the family do their own laundry, wash or vacuum the car, take out the garbage, take on more house chores Expecting the spouse to take charge of some meals and the household on a regular basis. Letting children ride the bus to school instead of driving them.
Letting admin assistants or outsources take care of small tasks at work, instead of doing them yourself.
"Get more help from those around you."
Do you feel resistance to that statement? Why? What thoughts come up?
Really, go inside and find out why you resist the idea.
Is it because you're afraid? Are you afraid they will grow abilities and resources and become more independent? Are you afraid that they won't need you anymore, or love you anymore, when you give up doing all those things for them?
fr Here's an example: Shelley --had a very busy husband and two lovely girls, Gloria, in 3rd grade, and Brandi, not yet in grade school.
Shelley loved her family life as a mom who could stay home, but she longed to return to her career, at least part time. Her obstacle, her challenge was, how to care for Brandi while she went to work.
I asked if she had considered some daycare for Brandi, Kindercare, or one of the very good daycare/preschool providers in our area.
-- BOOM! -- went the dynamite!
Shelley got so agitated she jumped out of her chair and paced the room.
"I don't think I can leave her --she's so demanding, she needs so much attention all the time. I don't know if anyone else can love her enough, and give her enough attention, if anyone else will have the patience to go along and steer her the way she needs. She challenges every rule and everything that I ask her to do! I don't think anyone else could love her enough to put up with it."
WOW! That's a powerful obstacle. So full of emotion and pain points.
I had been with the girls several times, and they seemed like smart average little girls. I had been around them during play with other children, and it all seemed like regular stuff.
I asked Shelley if Brandi had any special needs or problems. No, nothing there. Upon more exploring it seemed like Brandi only became very demanding when she was home with her Mom.
I asked, "Well, Brandi will start school next year, and that will give you a half-day to work. Are you willing to wait until then?"
Shelley dissolved into tears. " I don't know if I can send her to school next year. I'm thinking of keeping her home another year."
My next comment was: "You might be surprised... Brandi might already have skills and resources to deal with other people. But does she ever get a chance to practice and develop those skills? When does she get a chance to grow her own skills for independence, for making friends?"
Shelley was so stunned, she didn't speak for a few minutes. Then she said, "maybe I don't give Brandi enough credit for growing up. Oh! Maybe I don't want her to grow up, my baby is slipping away. We decided to have only two children, and now I'm losing my baby."
The next week Shelley enrolled Brandi in a halfday preschool. After Brandi started, Shelley decided that even though she had more time, she wouldn't return to work just yet, she would stay home and enjoy being there for the household and family life until Brandi completed First Grade.
Shelley loved having the time to get her home just the way she wanted, to spend time cooking and sewing and enjoying some adult time alone. She also took a course to help her brush up on her career skills, and left the girls at home with her husband several evenings each week.
-Brandi grew her skills and developed an athletic skills that had never been expressed before!
-Gloria enjoyed being Big Sister and helping Brandi get used to the world outside the parents' home.
-Dad learned how to parent when Mom was away, and new relationship bonds were formed between him and the girls.
-Mom learned that the girls could cope and grow, and Dad could be an effective parent, and that all the important things got done, even when she wasn't home every hour to guide them.
And the whole family was happy and relieved that the tension caused by Shelley's obstacle was gone! Everything was lighter and more fun.
Live your life larger! Create more of yourself by letting your loved ones develop, by letting them grow in their service for YOU.
When you get love, time and support from the people around you, you help THEM to grow and transform too!
Everyone wins, and everyone lives larger, when everyone serves. Aloha, Linda
Today's post came out of a discussion in a coaching group that I'm a member of. (Online Coach Support by Colleen Roberts - I highly recommend Colleen to all coaches. She's the Coach's Coach!)
Thank you Colleen for providing this 5 minute clip from our meeting!
And thank you for having the text of it transcribed.
You teach us the very best tools!
Tonight, I'll say something a little different than what I usually talk about.
Sitting here listening to you ladies talk, reminds me of a thought I had about the stories in our lives and the things that happen to us, and how we keep those thoughts gathered around us.
In Hawaii, we wear the flower lei, the beautiful flower lei... and the stories that we carry with us, and the thoughts that we keep around us, are like the flowers that we choose to put in our lei.
Then wear that lei around our necks and have the beauty and the scent of it with us all day long while we go around.
Of course, we want to choose beautiful flowers, but sometimes we get a flower that's broken or a flower that wilts or one that for some reason just starts to smell bad. Maybe it rots a little bit.
Maybe it started out looking like a beautiful bloom and then, oh no!
We can choose to keep these flowers in our lei ...or if a flower starts to smell bad, we can pull it out of the lei and toss it out; we can make room for a new flower in there, or maybe this time we choose a fern, or a different colour, or something that's going to serve us better.
When I think about the stories in my life and the stories that I keep around me, I realize there are different kinds: stories that have served me, stories that have not! Stories that I've kept, and stories that I've put aside -- and more stories that I will gather around me in the future, and more stories that I will someday discard because maybe they're actually a burden and I don't realise it yet.
I think of stories that my father told me when I was a little girl. He would sit on the foot of my bed and I would beg him for a bedtime story... and he would tell me stories about, oh, about Little Red Riding Hood and how she missed the warning signs and almost got eaten up by the big bad wolf! And she would have perished if there hadn't been help to come in and resue her.
Or he would tell me about Goldilocks and the Three Bears, and how Goldilocks was greedy, and a bad citizen, and got herself into trouble because she went into other people's houses without permission and ate their food! - and then the bears found her, and she got frightened and had to run away.
He would tell me his favourite, The Three Little Pigs and how that last pig saved his own bacon from the big bad wolf by being resourceful and clever and and calling upon his own resources.
Now as I looked back, I realize there were certain important themes to the stories that my father would tell me.
And as I grew up, and he grew older, he would still tell me stories and they were different, they were more true to life, but still there were four strong themes that really emerged.
The first one of them was to think my own thoughts ...and not listen to the big bad wolf. Because too often the wolves have their own agenda, and their plans for you are for their own profit, at your expense.
The second theme was to make my own decisions. To make choices based upon my own thoughts, not based on the messages or advice of others.
The third was to find my inner resources and strengths, just like the little pig did. He found his cleverness and he found what he could do. The little pig couldn't be superman, he couldn't be bigger than the big bad wolf, he couldn't grow big teeth, but he had his thoughts and he had his resources.
The last theme is to use my thoughts, decisions, and my resources to act on my own behalf so I can move forward in my life. So I can take action to create the life that I want to live, take actions to affect the world around me and create the world that I want to live in.
So ladies, I want to thank you tonight for reminding me...
Reminding me how the stories in our lives are like the flowers in a lei ...and sometimes you wear them for a long time, and sometimes some of the stories stop serving you, so you have to pluck them out, and discard them from your life... and put in a new and more beautiful one.
- Aloha, Linda
How Could Seven Minutes Save My Life?
Pain, Pain, Pain.
I couldn't eat....I couldn't sleep. For months. My back, my legs, my head -everything was racked with pain. ALL THE TIME.
I had no energy. When I would get out of bed to walk 25 feet to my bathroom, I had to stop after 10 feet to sit on the couch and get enough energy to go the rest of the way.
My mind was in a fog. My husband -recently married, poor guy - was going nuts. I couldn't work. I couldn't do housework. To make dinner, I would start in the morning...as soon as I got up I would get a pot out of the cupboard and put it on the stove. Little by little, through the day, I would manage enough steps to get some food cooked for my husband's dinner after he got home from work.
I had been having some health problems here and there. And I've always had struggles with my tummy and digestion. But I was mostly an active, outdoors person, full of motion, eagerness, and curiosity.
Then everything eroded quickly. There was no trigger event that I can pinpoint; my health just collapsed like a landslide. I couldn't keep food down. I had chronic migraines. I went to Dr's and specialists, Naturopaths, all kinds of professionals. Sometimes they would suggest some pills to "try these and see if they help." They said possibly IBS, stress colitis, GERD...maybe it's wheat, maybe it's dairy. I tried elimination diets; I was tested for Celiac, I had biopsy. And more. More of everything, except answers. More of everything, except feeling better for even one day. And more pain, more pain, and more fear.
Every time I looked in the mirror I could see how the pain marked my face and aged me so quickly. My eyes looked back at me, like a soul lost beyond human hope... so alone, so small, and so afraid.
The Moment of Change
Finally one day I looked to the sky and cried out: "What do I have, besides pain? I have no joy, no love, no work to support me, no food to nourish me, no sleep to heal me, no one to help me. WHAT DO I HAVE THAT ISN'T PAIN???
All went still around me...
and then a soft thought, like a quiet voice, came into my head:
"You have a mind, and you can think your own thoughts."
I grabbed at that thought like a drowning girl grabs a life ring.
"YES! To my dying day, I can and I will think my own thoughts.
I will CHOOSE my thoughts!"
Then the second thought followed:
"I have a heart, and I can feel grateful...grateful for my mind and my thoughts."
Hope and Courage
Through the pain, I began to exercise my mind and practice gratitude. I would recite the botanical names of the plants from my horiticultural work. I practiced the multiplication tables. I worked on my memory, recalling the very first thing I could remember in my life, and working up from there. Pain would only allow a few minutes of concentration, so I began to challenge the pain: "For Seven Minutes I will do this crossword, pain or no pain. Pain won't stop me."
I looked for things to be grateful for. "For Seven Minutes I will be grateful for my 5 senses, my eyes that see, my ears that hear, my nose, my mouth, my skin. Pain or no pain, I will be grateful. Pain won't stop me from feeling and speaking my gratitude."
This Seven Minute practive of gratitude, performed several times daily, became my lifeline, and built a new foundation that grounded me and allowed me to become the self-healer that I needed to be, on my long journey of recovering my life. In my next post I include a recording of the actual Gratitude Practice, as my gift to you. Aloha, Linda
The Bare Foot Facts!
My Stockings Wore Out Fast
When I was a little girl I loved being barefoot. My Mom would laugh when I came inside the house: "Linda Marie, you always kick your shoes off first thing when you come in. You wear your stockings out so fast!" So true...before I even shut the door, my boots seemed to fly off my feet and land in the corner. My stockingfeet pattered through every room and hallway. in the Summertime Mom had to take me out looking for my sandals--I kicked them off all the time!
Yes, barefoot was my thing...and it still is.
Now I work in a shop that sells sandals and water shoes. In Hawai'i we call them "slippahs" or slippers. Until I worked here, I never realized how much foot pain and discomfort is running around in the world.
Fortunately it's easy to give our feet a treat, and help them stay healthy. I'll tell you about one of my favorites here, and you can find many more on my list of Treats for Your Feet.
My favorite Feet Treat? Going barefoot on the Earth. Why?
I could just say "because it feels so good. Try it, when you feel it you'll know what I mean!"
...and really, that answer is good enough.
You could just stop here, go out the door, kick your shoes off and start enjoying your
Seven Minutes Barefoot!
But maybe you're a curious-minded of person who likes to find out WHY.
I AM! Sometimes, anyway.
So I did some asking and reading, and here's how I understand it:
You probably remember from your science class in school that the Earth is surrounded by a huge electromagnetic field...and that we are each surrounded by our own electromagnetic field -almost as if we were each little planets of our own! So our personal fields exist within this bigger, greater field that surrounds the Earth.
I remembered that much from school...
(now if I could just remember the multiplication tables that well)...
...but here's what I didn't know...
The Earth's field has a resonance, an electrical frequency, that is the SAME FREQUENCY as our brain, when our brain is healthy!
Now, we get exposed to and affected by many different and persistant electrical fields in our modern world. They don't emit the same resonance that our brains work on. Those persistant fields can make us jittery, restless, tired. Difficult to focus and concentrate.
When I consulted the Wellness Center's Medition Teachers, they called it "computer energy." At first I thought they meant I should especially avoid computers!
But they explained it's not just computers. It's just that, since the 1980's, our daily, hours-long personal computer use has hugely upped the amount of persistant energy we get exposed to. And so many of us work on computers in an office setting, in buildings surrounded by electrical fields above, below, and on all sides. Our environments have become layered and layered with persistant electrical fields.
Sometimes we need to re-tune back to our original healthy frequency.
Our shoes insulate us from the harm and discomfort. They also isolate us from the Earth's great field. When we kick our shoes off and step out onto the ground we join with this greater field, this resonance that is as big as the whole world! The Earth enfolds us in that healthy, healing frequency, and gets us back into tune.
How Could Seven Minutes Save My Life? -- Part II
Challenging the Pain
Through the pain, I began to exercise my mind and choose my thoughts. Pain would only allow a few minutes of concentration, so I began to challenge the pain: "For Seven Minutes I will do this crossword, pain or no pain. Pain won't stop me."
"For Seven Minutes, I will write out the multiplication tables up to 20x20, then back down to 0x0. Pain won't stop me."
But the truth is, sometimes pain did stop me - especially at first. Sometimes I could barely make it through 3 minutes. Sometimes I couldn't even make one minute.
I began to look at the pain as if I were an Army General, determined to win myself back from an invading force. In a war there are many battles, and sometimes I could only capture a small portion of my territory: that is, my few minutes of chosen thought. So I would celebrate every bit that I moved forward, even if it was only 30 seconds. All victories are worth celebrating. All victories build and lead to the next victory.
Celebration and Gratitude: The Seven Minute Practice
Several times each day I stood in front of my mirror and looked into my eyes, to find and honor aloud my warrior spirit within. To find and honor aloud my spirit of wisdom within. To find and bulwark the foundation of my life, my inner spark, my inner spirit.
Most of all I looked for the spirit that is me and only me, unique on this Earth, uncopied anywhere in Creation. To speak with my SELF, to promise myself with words of love that I am always there, that I'm never alone, that my own arms are always here to hug me, my own spirit always here to hold me.
Even in the aloneness of pain and fear, I forever and always have ME.
Next, I spoke with love and gratitude to the senses that bring my life to me: eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and skin.
Sometimes it was a brief practice, and sometimes longer. The important thing was, my spirit began to shift to hopefulness through the pain. My thoughts became more lucid, and able to focus longer, and to continue a train of thought -even after being interrupted by bouts of pain.
Slowly I discovered answers and workarounds that helped me gain ground toward wellness. I still had many battles ahead...and the gratitude practice inspired me, comforted me, reminded me, propelled me forward.
From being so unwell that I couldn't walk across a room, I'm now working, swimming, playing ukulele and singing!
I sleep well, I dream well, I wake up well.
I'm so happy and grateful for my life. . .
. . . and, with gratitude, I look forward to even more and better!
This Seven Minute gratitude, performed several times daily, became my lifeline, and built a new foundation that grounded me and allowed me to become the self-healer that I needed to be, on my long journey of recovering my life. This Seven Minute Gratitude Practice, is my gift to you. Aloha, Linda