“It’s None of Your Business!” 7 Steps to your PMA 2nd Edition

Guilty.

I’m Guilty.

That’s right, don’t get too excited though. I am guilty of trying to cut through red tape to help my patients. I’ve never let rules keep me from doing what, I felt, was right.

Many of our systems are broken, and they need fixin’.

So, I write this, not for you as the mudslingers, character assassins, members of the media looking to discredit someone because they speak out against a particular narrative, but rather as human beings, who have lived life with all its ups and downs, choices to make, and hard lessons learned.

Who are we, as individuals, or as a community, if not malleable, evolving beings who seek to be the best we can be? Can you tap into your inner guidance and discern what is right action or have you lost that connection? Where does YOUR authority come from?

It is with a heavy heart that I write this. Not because I have anything to hide or because I have a need to defend myself. But from the deep sadness that wells up within me when I witness the lows some people have reached.

For over a year, I have stood up publicly in support of constitutional medical freedom, and for that, I have become a target for some to bully, harass, intimidate, and incite others to the same behavior. What does this say for our humanity?

And yet, I trust that perhaps it is time to share yet another story, as it is being used to assassinate my character.

For 5 years I had worked for a non-profit Home Health agency as an RN, Case manager. I was also a preceptor to other nurses. An overly dedicated nurse- one that was on call 24/7 for her patients. (I do not recommend this btw). Featured on their website, donations and business increased because of my work with the patients. The local team I worked with shared the same dedication. We were a model for the agency. I learned to love people unconditionally and witness the struggles they faced and how it manifested in their physical well being.

At the same time, most of my time was spent with paperwork. There were departments solely designed to maximize revenue for the agency, as it was, after all, a business. Even so, the waste from the medical field is off the charts, while many go without. Anyone in the field is aware of this. Throughout the years, having worked in both human and animal medicine, I was able to get donations from O.R. nurses for my rescue work with animals. The huge volume of unopened sterile wound care supplies that is thrown away is unconscionable. Many people could not afford needed items. I also worked on a very poor island in the Caribbean where people did not provide medical care for their animals generally and we relied on donations from the states.

This was communities helping communities. We are all part of one human family. 

Health challenges plagued me from as long as I can remember. But it never slowed me down. I worked full time, and overtime any chance I had. So, when joint pain affected my walking, fatigue and brain fog set it, I was flabbergasted at my inability to go full steam ahead. Numerous doctors later, and a few diagnoses, I was finally labeled with Lyme disease, and treatment began, which exacerbated my symptoms. They call this a Herxheimer Reaction. As a single mom, I feared losing my job, and pushed through, not sharing my health issues with my supervisors.  This was September of 2015.

It was around this time I had a young patient that had terminal cancer. He was a well known artist with a wife and small child. I adored them, and spent as much time with them as they needed. But I knew he would not make it. As he was getting numerous treatments at home, his place was filled with supplies. He was well aware of people who went without, and was disgusted at the idea of the medical supplies going to waste. Just days before his passing, he asked if I would find a place to donate the unused supplies. As the items in his home were properly stored, I agreed.

Though it was not a practice that was allowed (against company policy), it was not unusual that nurses would support their patients in this way, ie taking unused items for those less fortunate. The essence of these rules is to prevent cross-contamination, and thereby liability with the company. Some companies, especially those serving the low income population, do actually request a return of their products in the home, though it is not the norm.

Assessing that my patient would be better served on hospice care, I made attempts to get him transferred to that department (still at home). For various reasons, this did not happen for some time, and I was getting frustrated. During a middle of the night call from the wife, I heard him screaming in the background as I advised her on his pain management. My heart was breaking. I just wanted care for my patient and this was not happening. 

We finally transferred him to the hospice team and he died within a day. As I was in regular contact with the wife, she wrote me and stated they packaged up the supplies and could I please pick them up right away. By that time, he was no longer my patient, and I justified it in my mind as bringing some peace to the family and final wishes. I picked up the boxes.

Soon after, a long time patient, an older gentleman, who had suffered greatly, was finally ready to accept hospice care. They have to fit the criteria though and this patient had started losing consciousness.  It was more than his elderly wife could handle, and there was no family nearby to help. He had no pain issues as he was mostly paralyzed. They just needed the end of life care that the hospice team specializes in.

I made calls to the hospice nurses to get him care as soon as possible. I was pushy. I didn’t want the delay that I had just witnessed with my previous patient. It seemed to me there was one reason or another why they could not come by to do the intake paperwork. The final reason for not seeing the patient was that the family was unable to pick up the “hospice emergency kit” that is required per policy to have in the home before care is able to be administered.

This kit contains comfort drugs including a small amount of liquid morphine for pain, among others.  My dear patient did not have any need for any of these, so in my mind, I dismissed this as more red tape.

After using the kit as the reason for not coming to attend my patient, I remembered I had seen this kit in the boxes from the deceased patient’s home. Without a properly functioning cognitive filter, this is where I made my mistake. I had mentioned it was ok, she could see him, because, this kit was available.

Possession of morphine that is not your own, is a criminal offense. Good intentions, or the spirit of the law do not count, unfortunately.

She was shocked that I did not hold the same fear about this that has been drilled into her as a hospice nurse, and not knowing what else to do, she reported me to the supervisors, which set off a cascade of events.

Because I am an open book, I shared everything. I was suspended, and I disposed of the minute amount of morphine per proper techniques, and was subsequently fired for taking supplies from a patient’s home. Interestingly, the hospice nurse who pronounced him deceased, in her documentation said that she had physically disposed of the leftover morphine herself.

People were disturbed, because they knew my heart, they knew who I was as a person, and they went to bat for me. This was all incredibly painful. My intuition was to be done with this field because it did not resonate with how I wanted to advocate for others. But, the license is seen as gold, to be preserved at all costs, and I held onto it, for the time being.

My inner guidance seems to have a compass that looks at a situation differently than most. What is the highest integrity? Where is the least harm? How can I best be in service? Hopefully, these line up with what the rules are. If they don’t, there is a break in the relationship. I cannot in good conscience, follow rules or laws I feel harm others. I haven’t always recognized this right away, but learned through experience. Isn’t this what we are here for? To experience and grow as humans. To connect with others and harmonize in our relationships.

I am not a “lawbreaker” for the sake of breaking laws. We do need structure and guidance as we navigate this world. It is up to us, as citizens, as community, though to evaluate and decide if we need an upgrade in how we relate to one another.

We have become so accustomed to following rules, listening to mandates, because we are told to or it is a requirement of accepting money, whether it be in a paycheck, grant, or a bonus of some sort. We have become programmed to be slaves and fear a loss of funding, or acceptance or a job.

We do this in relationships all the time where we give up a part of who we are because we want to be liked, or loved or appreciated. If we slowed down, and got to know who we are as a person, as an individual, knowing we don’t have to please others or worry about what others think of us, we can get in touch with our own authenticity, and act from that place.

I was put on state disability immediately, which lasted for a year. During that time I was contacted by the state nursing board. Because there was a controlled substance involved, they automatically assume there is a drug addiction.

Addictions are common in the nursing field as many nurses injure themselves from lifting, with subsequent pain, followed by medical pain management. Add in: access to the drugs, fear of losing your job, overworked and extremely stressful conditions in hospitals mostly, and its a recipe for trouble.

I was offered what is referred to as a diversion program. This included regular drug testing, counseling, and nursing probation for two years, and I could be on my merry way.

For those who know me, this is funny, not funny. I am a bit of a purist, won’t even take an aspirin or drink coffee. Slight weakness (ok, maybe more than slight) for dark chocolate. Well, again, can you imagine, they probably hear those lines at that office all the time. “This is a big mistake, I don’t have a drug problem.” I knew it was futile, having had patients with drug addictions, I am aware that manipulation is part of the survival culture.

The integrity thing came up again. I couldn’t possibly say I have a drug problem when I didn’t. Maybe they thought I was dealing. Again, here I was talking to someone I have no relationship with, she doesn’t know who I am, and she is just doing her job. Human Disconnect.

I was crushed. My friends wanted to support me but didn’t know how. I was desperately trying to find solutions for my illness, and my money was going fast.

The other option, because at the time I wanted to preserve the all-mighty license, was to allow this to go to an investigation. And so it did. The district attorneys office has a contract with the board of nursing and I had a scheduled visit with an officer. We had a nice conversation with some delicious chocolate chip cookies my friend made. In the end, he said, I needed to learn to keep my mouth shut (fair enough, not the first time I’ve been told that), and that if it went to a hearing, he would stand up for me. This was a relief.

He proceeded to share the lengths some nurses go to to get drugs from the hospitals they were at. This really made me question our awareness as a community.

Are we attending to our own needs as well as others who work with or for us? What is it within us that we need to numb away or that is so painful to face? How did we get to a point where WE are not in control, or we have sacrificed our own authority for this outside drug or source? And finally, what can we do to support each other from a human connection stand point?

Months passed and I was contacted by the assistant DA. This whole event was still quite painful ,  and my state being fragile, I could barely talk to her without welling up in tears. I was unable to articulate my thoughts. They wanted me to admit to wrongdoing, pay a fine, and I could be on probation.

I feel a song coming on at this point….

I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadow… If I fail, If I succeed, at least I lived as I Bee – lieved… No matter what, they do to me, they can’t take away my Dig– Ni- TY…

Thank you Whitney.

My brain said no, I didn’t do anything wrong. Some say I’m stubborn, some say highly independent. You say tomato, I say toe-mah- toe.

They tried to adjust the language to my liking a few times. They lowered the fines. My other option was going to a hearing. I felt quite beaten down at this point.  Months had gone by, I didn’t want to take the chance of any more painful experiences. To me, it would have been like going back into a fire pit.

An additional option was surrendering my license. When I asked myself if this was right action, it felt like a huge weight off my shoulders. I remembered how intuitively this was what I originally wanted to do. In fact, I had told myself that I would only work 5 years in that job and would transition to my private holistic healing practice. The five year mark had ended 2 weeks before I was fired. Go figure.

By surrendering my license, I challenged their paradigm. This is not how things were done. Everyone fights for their license. “It is gold.” “It must be protected.” I was in the unknown. I let go of the system that had not served me.

But if anyone with a chronic illness knows, if you are to survive, finding acceptance with the unknown is a must. It has brought me to great depths of understanding of who I am, and forced me to slow down, instead of running 24/7. I do not take any meds for my pain and rarely take vitamins. I’ve been to all sorts of practitioners and finally came back to myself, and my natural healing practices. By doing so, my health has improved dramatically.

One of my teachers along the way shared this phrase which resonates with me: Show me where I am not yet free.

This has stuck with me. And if I get triggered, it becomes an opportunity to go within. What is it within me that is reacting strongly to this? Where do I need to heal? Pain happens, suffering is a choice. I am not a victim. You can call me all the names you want to, tell lies about me, sling mud, but this is a mere reflection of what you personally are dealing with.

Life doesn’t have to be a struggle. We are inherently free beings if we are willing to open our eyes and hearts and recognize our true nature.

I embody love and freedom. This is my journey.

Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston

I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be Everybody’s searching for a hero People need someone to look up to I never found anyone who fulfilled my needs A lonely place to be And so I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago Never to walk in anyone’s shadows If I fail, if I succeed At least I’ll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can’t take away my dignity

Because the greatest love of all Is happening to me I found the greatest love of all Inside of me The greatest love of all Is easy to achieve Learning to love yourself It is the greatest love of all

I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows If I fail, if I succeed At least I’ll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can’t take away my dignity

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Because the greatest love of all Is happening to me I found the greatest love of all Inside of me The greatest love of all Is easy to achieve Learning to love yourself It is the greatest love of all

And if, by chance, that special place That you’ve been dreaming of Leads you to a lonely place Find your strength in love

 

Embody Freedom.

What does it mean to embody freedom? I offer an overview here of what I have discovered to be true for me. As always, investigate for yourself, and find your own truth. I may take a deeper dive into the various areas of freedom on future posts.

Is it freedom to never have pain? No. Pain happens, it is suffering where there is a choice. Suffering is attaching a story to the pain and “living” from that space.

There is no blame in Freedom- rather action from presence. (ie what’s next?)

It is a knowing-Freedom does not come from a piece of paper.

It’s walking tall, even if you are not able to physically.  You feel it in your core. It is there for every one of us.

You have a choice.

Freedom is not responding to that last statement with “but I can’t” or “you don’t know MY situation.”

Freedom has little to do with your situation. Most people have no clue what pure freedom is. We have spent our entire lives asking for permission, or giving up our rights. We can realize this and allow the pendulum to erroneously swing the other way.

However, freedom is NOT doing whatever we want in the moment we want to do it. It is having the ability to discern if the action is serving us or others around us. Is it right action- is it kind?

We often associate Freedom with hedonistic behavior (woohoo! lots of uninhibited sex, chocolate, alcohol, and no responsibilities)- when this in fact, is the opposite. It is historically a slave mentality, and is a trap. We are programmed to believe these indulgences will fulfill some aspect of ourselves we perceive as missing or lacking.  Not saying there is anything wrong with chocolate. Just saying this path often leaves us feeling empty, searching for more, and never being satisfied (beyond that moment).

We are accustomed to, or expect, constant stimulation in this high tech, instant gratification culture we have lived in. Our brain wants the next dopamine hit, and because of decades of conditioning through television (tell a vision, programs – get it?), and other media, we continually seek the next rush.

This becomes clear with food. We can’t possibly cover all the intricacies of our relationship to food in one post but suffice it to say, food is not meant to give us a strong, visceral reaction. Yet, the quality of processed foods in this country continues to deteriorate. We have moved a long way from slow food, grown organically on a local farm to fast food coming from all areas of the globe, oftentimes with no expiration date. High sugar, high fat, lots of toxic chemicals. And we have made food all about the condiments, such that we don’t even know what to do with real food.

I recently heard of the lawsuit against skittles for a dye they used which contained gene modifying toxins. Let’s watch where that goes. I also heard recently that most of the snack foods in a popular convenient store chain are illegal in Europe because of higher standards. Hmmm…

None of these products actually provide any nutrition. We have become a world of addicts, thanks to a few powerful players. We want to feel good all the time, and if we don’t, something must be wrong.

The voices coming at us say, “you’re an adult now, you can do whatever you want, eat whatever you want, and drink as much as you want.” and we believe we are free.

We have been slaves though. Who is really in charge of our lives?

Do you struggle with food, relationships, or your work? There is no freedom in this struggle. When you embody true freedom, and something comes up you did not intend for or desire to occur, you do not yell, curse, throw things or direct your frustration at the closest person (often yourself). Rather, you might cock your head like the RCA dog listening to the phonograph (dating myself here), and say, “huh, I wonder what this is about.” No story. No blaming. Just curiosity and next steps.

When strong emotions come up (anger, fear, worry), we shift into fight or flight mode and easily become hyper-suggestible and reactionary. Yikes! Don’t make decisions from this place, unless you want to spend your life apologizing or back tracking. And question everything you see on a screen when in this state. Those same players want us in a constant state of crisis. From that place, we are more complacent and compliant, just where they want us.

When confronted with something that elicits a strong response from you, bring yourself to a calm place, breathe, drop any story and get really present with the situation at hand. Your pre-frontal cortex (think high forehead) instead of your brain stem (low back of your head) will take over. This is your decision making part of the brain (not fully developed until around 25 years old, so its important to support our young adults). Oftentimes, rather than having to make a decision, there is a flow to life and events just happen. This comes naturally when you act from true freedom.

There is no outer force here. It is a way of being that stems from this inner knowing of who you are. No need to convince anyone of anything. You don’t care what others think of you- you know that is not your business. No one gives you your freedom. It becomes you. You become it.

This does not mean that emotions don’t arise. By golly they do because that is life. However, they come and go like the wind. We watch, we feel, and we know, it is temporary.

Empty Nest

 

I wrote this a few months ago, and only now feel moved to share. Ah, life.

And just like that, my only child has left. Gone on a cross country adventure to start a new chapter in his life. I am left with memories and the dog. So, I did what any sensible mother would do: I baked a batch of cookies. Of course they were gluten free vegan, paleo and organic, but did I really need all of them? Looking at the tray, the tears began anew. I put them in the freezer.

No one to share them with. Oh poor me. Why did he have to go so far? Why do I have such sadness when at the same time, it seems, I am excited for him, and for me? Why do I need to carry this box of tissues around?

The phone rings. It’s him. He says he should have hugged me longer and he loves me. We are both sad. I don’t know when I will see him again. I haven’t been back east in about 4 years.

We hang up. I turn on some old country music. Nothing like those minor chords to get the tears going again. Why am I torturing myself? I listen to Garth Brooks, The Dance. “Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but I would have missed the dance.”

Eureka.

I am here to experience all of it.

But wait. These stories of him going so FAR away and not knowing WHEN I would see him again…what if they weren’t real? What if, time and space are just mental constructs meant to cause pain and division. What if it IS all just an illusion? And what if I am just trying to distract myself from the discomfort?

We are not separate. Languages, cultures, religions…have been designed to divide us, rather than encourage us to embrace these differences while still recognizing we are all one.

I put the dog in the car and head to the lake. There is a teenager with his truck stuck in the mud. How did he get that far off the boat ramp? I take a picture to send to my son to warn him of what can happen. I loan my phone to the kid and bring him wood to put under his wheels. A friend of his comes along and pulls him out with his truck. And just like that he is gone.

This is grief. This is loss. Loss of another identity or role. I too will be moving, but where yet I do not know. Soon though. I am nomadic. The wild calls me. Wanderlust. Someplace different, someplace new. I am here to experience. No expectations. No pressure.

My son gets to discover who he is beyond his relationship with me. I will always be there for him, while encouraging his continued independence. He has new friends to lean on, a safe place to be, and job potentials. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Truth Seekers.

Are we truth seekers? Do we want to know what is real and what is merely an illusion or deception?

When our mothers told us we were stupid or a teacher said we would not amount to anything, did we believe them simply because they were a trusted authority figure in our lives? We grabbed on and identified with the lies, spending years as a slave to these “thought forms,” until finally we get into therapy or deep inner spiritual work and uncover the truth. We do have sovereignty. We do not have to believe or identify with something simply because someone we trust or someone in authority who we fear, told us it is so. But oftentimes we do.

Much of our work here is learning and coming to the realization that we have been conditioned, programmed to believe that a tree is a tree, or that we are limited in some way. Those are simply labels, and mental constructs that have distracted us from seeing truth. We have an opportunity to say no more to this mind control. We can live in what Eckhart Tolle refers to as the Vertical Dimension. One connected to source, to God, our creator.

From the beginning of our lives, we have been given information, data, sometimes overtly, and sometimes not. It is infused in our subconscious and we treat it as truth. This in turn, can cause us great suffering. We are then told more lies, and the suffering continues. These lies are so ingrained into our being that it is like seeing through a veil, or a thick black cloud, yet we are unaware that this shroud exists.

Until that light peeks through this “shield” of sorts, we accept life as it is, struggling as one does. Once it does though, we begin to see with new eyes. Everything takes on a new brilliance. Our senses are on high alert. At the same time, we see the unconsciousness of another. We recognize patterns and know that is not truly who that person is and we see it as ego attachment or protective mechanisms. We don’t take what everyone says to heart. Our discernment about what is coming from grace and what is not is strengthened.

This discernment, if allowed, can be applied to the collective unconsciousness. One can step back from a situation and see truth. There are dark forces in this world. There are benevolent ones. Does fear dominate our existence? Or do we choose to live from the Vertical dimension and take action if needed from a place of love and clarity? Can you feel the difference?

We are infinite beings with potential far beyond anything we have been told. We have been conditioned on many levels by mainstream media, social media, and our institutions. This has been to keep us suppressed. All will soon be revealed in our world in a big way. Can you stay in presence and know that you are, at your core, pure consciousness, unable to be harmed? Can you step outside of what you have believed to be true, especially over the past several years, and see YOURSELF, beyond all of it?

There is so much love and support for you. Use this time to fully wake up to the beautiful unique presence that you are.

Are you Safe? (Read to the end)

No. That’s the simple answer. At any minute you can be hit by a car, struck by lightening, have a heart attack or stroke, contract some strange disease, and die or be so devastated by your circumstances that you consider taking your own life. You could be the victim of seemingly random, or not so random, violence, get food poisoning, or die in a car or plane crash. A tree could fall on your house and crush you. You could have a serious medication interaction, or fall. There are innumerable ways to die. Death happens. We cannot evade it forever.  It is a part of our cycle of life and is out of our control.

Pre-Covid in our culture, many took their safety for granted, assuming they were safe, living in a cloud of invincibility. Now that the pendulum has shifted, people, at least on some level, recognize that they are NOT safe, and are acting from this mindset. Whether the fear is of the virus or repercussions of the lockdown, it is still fear.

The better question though is not, “Are you safe?” rather, “Do you feel safe?” Does our level of feeling safe in this world directly correlate to our circumstances? For instance, can we feel safe in a war zone? Are we afraid simply going to the grocery store? Feeling safe is a choice. We do have control over whether or not we feel safe. This may take some practice and is totally possible.

Why are some folks able to live their lives with joy in the moment while events around them would seem to dictate they respond differently? Is there a secret? Do they know something we all should?

There are whole groups of people in our society who know in their heart that they have never been safe. There are also many among those same groups who transcended any limitations externally imposed on them.

As I sit here looking out my kitchen window of our new temporary home, I watch the field worker spraying chemicals around the plants. I am using tap water for rinsing my vegetables and cooking with it as well, despite its murky look and strange odor. Both have posed great challenges for me in the past. I notice my throat is sore, I am a little congested, and I have a mild headache. I realize in this moment that I have a choice. I can choose what is behind curtain “A” and be a victim to my situation, blaming everything and everyone including myself for my circumstances. Am I attached to this persona, this aspect of my ego that evolved originally as a means to protect me? Do I still need this protection? This shield?

I had made a commitment to see the truth of who I am, and quickly decided on curtain “B” (get it? “Be”) that NO, I did not need to hold onto this aspect any more. It had been cracking wide open with this latest transition in my life, and I was being shown everything that does not serve me. I could clearly see where I was not yet free. Not so comfortable, but necessary.

This contemplation brought my inner awareness into focus. I let go of that “protection” of being a victim. I was free from that aspect (at least for the moment, our work is never done). The tense headache lifted, my symptoms dissipated. I had a choice.

My son and I took the dog for a walk for the first time in our new home and discovered we now lived right next to an arboretum and a river. We get to play in water every day and be among the trees. The rural area is so still and peaceful at night. It was obvious where I wanted to put my attention. We are blessed.

This doesn’t mean I play with fire because I want to test my resolve at being a burn victim. We will not stay here very long as I also choose to take the best care of family and myself that I can. We do what we have to do to get to the place of feeling safe. But that feeling safe place is not on the outside. It is an aspect of our inner world. Any finger pointing, or blaming is a distraction by the ego to keep us in the illusion of safety and separation.

It is easy and familiar to look on the outside and blame and shame others for their behavior or our circumstances. When we focus there, our attention is not on our inner work or the present moment. We have left ourselves in that instance. We cannot grow or evolve in our truth from this place.

This does not mean we don’t take action if needed. Rather, coming from a place of inner clarity, our actions will be more productive and compassionate. This direction, guided by a higher awareness, will bring us towards healing.

May you all feel safe.

A New Paradigm

 

The day my husband left, I got a sore throat that developed into  a full-blown cold. After a few days of incessant coughing, it finally hit me. I was trying desperately to expel unhappiness. Man, it was not pretty either. I was gagging, and my nose was sorely chafed. I’ll spare you colors and viscosity. I walked around aimlessly with the tissue box. I knew this was desperately needed (referring to the cleansing, not the tissue box though that was clearly helpful), and I understood the process. I wasn’t going to get away with pretending to move on or keep myself busy and distract from the sadness. No. I had to feel it all and let grief have its way. I couldn’t live from the old paradigm.

The waves would come, welling up deep inside me, at first building, like a tsunami.  I would think, Holy Crap, I am going to drown! (I am not very big on tsunamis mind you). I soon learned to just observe them. Then at quiet moments, as a ripple of emotion flowed over me, Oh, I am sad, and lonely. Feeling empty…there it is. Here I am. Alone.

I had done so much inner work, and read so many books on conscious relationships. I’ve helped many others with issues with their partners. Where had I gone wrong?

Wow. I didn’t let that one stay for long, but the fact that this feeling of failure even came up was an indication to look a little deeper. We can be highly aware in some areas, and not so much in others.

My identity was shifting. Who am I without him? The attention was turning back to me. The caregiver that I was did not know what to do with myself. This felt all too familiar. I knew it was time to let that old way of being go, and reinvent myself (like again!).  This didn’t mean that I didn’t allow myself to feel. Oh, I did. I paid attention to what came up and chose not to believe anything that wasn’t serving to this new way.  I wanted to know the truth of who I was. I mean, the real truth, and nothing but the truth. I hit my rock bottom, and it was time to see beyond this illusion we call life.

Hence, with love in my heart, the internal and external housecleaning process had begun anew with clear intentions.

Big hugs and lots of love to all going through loss of any kind,

Johanna

What is Love?

 

What is Love?

My Shamanic therapist Selena asked me to contemplate this meditatively. This was of course after we discovered my 3 year old energetic-self hiding in a cave. That is another story, but it became clear, my work was ongoing. So, in the privacy of my home, I set my Insight Timer app on my phone, and let myself drop in.

Ding

Continue reading “What is Love?”

What is Ask the Dragonfly?

 

I used to love reading the real printed newspaper as a kid, going straight to the Dear Abby column, then the comics. As if I didn’t have enough of my own drama (I have 9 siblings), I had to read about someone else’s. Abby mostly rocked in her responses; she was honest, direct, and checked out her sources. Sometimes she got it wrong. She admitted it, and we forgave her.

Ask the Dragonfly is like Dear Abby with a spiritual, and sometimes humorous, twist, a higher purpose. It is a means to communicate on a deeper level with my audience regarding any issue that invites a more conscious understanding. Phew. What the heck? Isn’t that like everything?

The dragonfly is a call to change, and a symbol of transformation in many cultures and traditions. For those of us who have the dragonfly as our spirit guide or power animal, we often seek advice from their wise essence when we want to be more conscious in our decisions.

In times of need, though, sometimes a highly charged personal situation keeps us from really tuning in to this higher energy. We are weighed down by our stories, our history, and have trouble navigating the issue.

Ask the Dragonfly invites us to look for the higher purpose in any discord, and see the light where one might only feel darkness. It encourages us to open to our own transformation and be ready for change. We are offered a new perspective, which may challenge us to adapt and evolve, in our feelings, in our thinking. This is our journey.

If you think the idea of having a spirit, totem, or power animal is too New Age for you, there is always the possibility that the Dragonfly is your Patronus (Harry Potter)!

Our true nature is one of love and compassion. This is really about being the best that we can be. If you are open to increasing your awareness, connecting with your inner guide and addressing your issues from a more compassionate and conscious place, I invite your comments, or questions (send a private question here) and I will intuitively help you reconnect with the truth of who you are.

Blessings,

Johanna