15 minutes inside my head

Lord don't let him fall, you promised. 

 No sunshine again today.

  How healing comes along the way.  

Audit in two weeks, it's all ok.  

New friends and how to give.

  Charleston, SC next travel spot. 

 Charlie and the groomers, his fear.  

My brothers birthday, I'm glad he was born. 

 My sisters birthday coming up and I wish she was present more. 

 Childhood in Chatsworth, seemed to be more sunshine then.  

Getting the house ready. 

Juliet and her first boyfriend Jonathan.  

Why can't people just let things go?

  Anything you hang on to takes root.  

My future, my purpose, lots of words in my head today. 

 No boundaries, transparent.  

Need to make something beautiful.  

Wonder how cold it will be this winter.  

Ready for a life change.  

What should I have for lunch? 

 Reflexology article today, pinched my big toe and felt it in my temples, ok, I'm a believer. 

 Reiki music to help direct my will, surrounding Justin. 

 Grateful for just about everything. 

 What should I blog today?  

In my solitude I am free. 

 JCs amazing strength and determination. 

 These babies look to me for strength but It's me who wants to be just like them.

  I hear you Lord, keep talking. 

 So proud of Haley.  

What are people really made of besides what the world tells them they are?

  I need flowers for my office. 

 At least it's Friday. 

 Be brave bug, you got your whole life ahead of you. 

 She's more me than she knows. 

Hope my mama is good. 

 I would get off fb completely, but people I love need prayer.  

Where are my transits today? 

 The connectedness of everything.  

Circles.  I need a yoga class. 

 Funny joke to lighten my mood, ha ha.  

Maybe I'll see a movie to escape for a minute.

  I'm not crazy, just Mercury is dancing with me today.  

I work with some really good people.  

Why can't the ladies remember the sisterhood more? 

 I need to hold up in my kitchen and create.

  My niece Amy has no idea how often I think of her and her baby.

  Smile Tess, God loves you.  Sticky notes with hearts all over them.  

New book by Paulo Coelho is out, I need to read it.  

Where do all the days go and why can't I just measure them in moments and not days? 

He's always gonna be my baby first. 

Maybe Panera bread for lunch and help, someone get me out of my head.  

In Memory of 9/11

In Memory of 9/11

 

There is so much talk about the circumstances surrounding this event in history.  So much in fact that I as a citizen do not know or can not know fact from fiction in regard to my country or others, our leaders or even our media.  All that I can know is that innocent people died that day.  My suspicions tell me for a very illogical and worldly reason.  Not for a noble cause but so that whoever, whatever was behind this event could feel power and purpose at the expense of the unknowing.  The ultimate sacrifice was made within families.  This sacrifice spread across America and the world at quantum speed.  We all felt it and every year on 9/11 we remember.

 

Though I do  remember the sorrow my country experienced and the shock, I do also think about other countries who experience far worse situations on a daily basis. I don't know if these other countries look at us as arrogant or unkind or just brainwashed by our religions and our leaders.  Yet, I can only speak for me, one citizen, one human being, one intuitive heart for God.  I don't feel that I am brainwashed by my government or by my religion.  I know that peace is the answer despite any sacred text deciphered by man.  That our sacred text are to only to lead us to sacred hearts and divine knowing.  Never meant to be an excuse to wound, kill and destroy.  It is so much easier to love. 

Though we fumble and sometimes screw things up royally we, the citizens of America are still here wanting good things for the whole world.  We wake up everyday just like other people in other countries and we seek the good.  We desire the light to fill us and for the good Lord to lead us in all understanding even when we don't know what to trust in this world.  This is the backbone of our people.  Now maybe I can't speak for all Americans being such a melting pot of so many religions and beliefs, but I assure you, this land...that energy is amazingly strong and still thriving here today.  

So my message is a simple one on this day 9/11.  We are not the undivided Americans seeking world dominion.  We simply are, intuitive, praying, thoughtful individuals of others lives.  We are optimistic of a better future for everyone in the world and not just here behind our borders.  So peace to you and yours, peace to the families directly touched by this event.  Love and light to all the world and all that is....  

 

xoxo  - Teresa Ann 

 

  

Free Thinking

Back at home staring out my bedroom window at all the green that while being in the desert made me miss.  Home to family crisis as we all say our goodbyes to an elder that touched everyone in so many different ways.  I'm here finding myself remembering the full circle and the so many different ways and sides I knew of my ex-mother-in-law.  I feel like I've seen and known all her sides better than most and more than some.  Yet, I cling to the love she shared with me for my child.  If not but for that alone she is my eternal friend.  

So in this solitude and gentle wind that's bending my ear today I come to thinking upon so many things.  When my children were little I would wake them up humming while cooking and put them down to bed singing.  When they were little they would hum while coloring and sing when no one was watching.

When my children were little if I made a face, they made a face.  If I laughed, they laughed.  If my countenance changed, so did theirs.  If I asked if anyone wanted cookies, then everyone wanted cookies.  If I asked who did a bad thing, or a wrong thing or just asked in general, then no one did the thing.  So I learned....

If I spoke to them of dream chasing and creating ways of catching them.  Then I should be about my own dreaming and chasing and catching.  That their eyes fall on me in whimsical blind faith and in which turns to belief inside their hearts.  

So If I dream of flying away, then somehow, my chasing will inspire them to grow their own wings.  If I refuse to stop dreaming, stop chasing then somehow they will grow themselves a relentless courage of knowing.  Knowing that what is within them has such a purpose that only catching can conclude.   So this is my prayer for them...

I pray the one thing they take from me is courage.  Courage to go, to chase, to catch.  That they hum and sing and laugh and fall and all the while show others their active dreaming.  That you Lord, give each one their own dream, a voice, that pulls, pushes and stretches all their roads and that their roads will echo you and who you are.  That even on the shadow roads nothing is truly ever taken that isn't given back in the magical, unspoken, gentle winds of faith.  May they dance when the leaves fall, when the wind blows, when the sun sinks into the night and may they hear you whisper that you belong to them.  That you created the humming, the singing, the living, the dreaming and all the roads of all things.  

I love you Lord and your promise asking my patience.  I love you for them, and this and all that is and all the catching I've yet still to do.  My children, kind, funny, hard-working, ever loving pieces of you and I Lord.  Twirling, twirling, twirling, in my heart beneath this gentle wind.  

-xoxo  Teresa Ann