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  • Peace with What Is.

    I thought more on the word "Non-Judgment"  and, looked up a few definitions.  

    For at first, it seems fairly passive.

    "tending not to judge other people harshly or unfairly : not too critical of other people."

    "avoiding judgments based on one's personal and especially moral standards."

    "not making or expressing an opinion regarding a person or thing; impartial avoiding or tending to avoid making value judgments; tolerant, liberal, etc.

     

     

    That being said, there seems to be another more spiritual or conscious meaning to the word, non-judgement.

    "In its simplest form, non-judgment is acceptance."

     And, I looked up Acceptance.

    "the action of consenting to receive or undertake something offered."

    "the action or process of being received as adequate or suitable, typically to be admitted into a group.

    Is it possible, that if you don't accept a truth, fact or behavior…you are judging – If non-judgment is acceptance?

    That those who feel it is kinder or more christian-like to not judge are actually judging when they don't consent to receive this new information?

    Could it be possible that the very act of not changing their minds is judging reality based on their personal values and believes.

    What they feel is non-judging, is really judging; due to their non-acceptance.

    How I felt about non-judgment, when viewing it from the meaning of acceptance, was to accept all things.   

    There was nothing I was unwilling to accept.  And, in the act of receiving all manner of truths; I responded in-kind.

    It is to be, as Byron Katie says, a Lover of Reality.  

    I had to school myself to LOVE what is, and not hate and reject certain parts of life that are hard to take in.

    In fact, the harder it is to accept something, the further you are from reality.

    It amazes me that we will argue with reality.  And, again Byron Katie says, "Reality wins only 100% of the time.

    When you don't accept reality, all of it, you are believing in something that isn't real.

    The non-acceptance has you building another reality.

    What is most astounding, are the sheer numbers that don't reside in reality.

    In their minds.

    And, what I have found, is that dialoguing with these folks is a useless exercise.

    For, in their minds – their minds are made up. 

    There is a payoff for not changing their minds to see reality.

    Often it is to keep a husband, to be accepted by a group…to live their dream life.

    The body is in reality, and mind has not followed.  So, they live more in their minds than with what Is.

    And, we call this 'normal'.

    When I was struck dumb by how much my mind had created, compared to reality.  I vowed to follow the truth…and find normal. What I soon discovered was that I wasn't the only one who lived a few steps from reality.  It seemed most did.  Normal wasn't living with the truth. Normal as we call it, was to be selective with accepting reality.

    This selective acceptance IS what creates havoc in our worlds.

    As Dr. Jill Bolte-Taylor says, "Our left mind takes the least amount of information and weaves the most plausible story."  

    Isn't it also very telling, when you can see the slip in other people's worlds, where they are not embracing all of life.   That you can see where their minds are deluded; but not yours.

    What does it take to be non-judgmental, to be fully accepting of all things?

    Why is this mere act so hard for people to live?

    Why does it appear that living a deluded life is better than one of loving reality in all forms?

    And, if you live with a deluded mind, is it easier to navigate the world?

    To me, coming from the land of delusion, I am determined to see all.  And, to not have my mind contort reality.

    I looked up Contort.  "Twist or bend out of its normal shape."

    Not accepting what is, you then have to bend or twist and struggle to make it work in reality.

    And, I often find myself belittled or called mental, because I won't distort reality.

    My left mind doesn't work anymore.  I can't weave the most plausible story.  I can only work with what is.

    Oddly, it makes my life easier and I have a harder time with the people whose minds love to contort reality.

    Our language doesn't communicate with each other.

    I can't see their contorted reality, and they can't see mine.  

    I love what is….not what isn't.

    Once you get used to the brilliance of reality in its raw form; its impossible to live outside of it.

    Often it is just me and reality….but, what a great companion!  

    My mind is at peace with What Is.

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  • Based on False Pretenses.

    Kindness, and its act of non-judging, creates a world outside of reality.  Where the bad behaviors are not seen, recognized, and a new reasonable conclusion brought in.

    Instead, out of kindness, and to be more loving, truth is not accepted.

    The many layers of consequences of non-judging astound me.

    Is this sort of kindness, even kind?

    And kind to whom?

    Who benefits the most?

    Is it really kind not to be in reality with someone?

    Isn't it like playing pretend?

    How did kindness and judging become at odds with each other?

    The most non-judging among us are the most untruthful.

    Who knew?

    In my experience, religion teaches not to judge, and so I no longer trust religion. I know, this will not sit well with many.  I just don't see how I could support a system that continues to reject the truth.

    What I knew was that my old religion played a huge part in keeping my father's secret; what I didn't know, was how.

    I mean I knew that they blessed his sins…to be good christians, you must.  But, I didn't know that by rejecting his truths over and over, they were literally living in a reality where abuse didn't live.

    The enormity of not judging someone to be kinder or a better christian, is mind blowing at best.

    To live in two worlds simultaneously…yet only one world gets talked about.

    The fake one.

    The truth is the silent reality no one talks about or acts upon…but it is there humming along in the background of your life.

    There is a breaking point for everyone. A time when all the unspoken, un-judged truths become too much to over-ride.

    When your ability to juggle two worlds collapses.

    You will pick one.

    I had read in Melody Beatte's book "Co-dependent No More" that 85% of folks who have a tragic truth enter into their worlds, will do more of what they did before.  Like folks who drank to get through life, will drink more after a huge event pops into their world.  

    That leaves 15% who will change their lives after a tragic, upsetting event.

    What I see now, is that 85% can't take the truth in and make a reasonable conclusion and adjust their worlds.  They are unable to judge the new information.  But, in order to keep this fake world going they have to do more to keep unaware. 

    Drink more, sleep more, more drugs, more busy, work more, etc…just to keep the distance between them and reality.

    The inability to be with the severe truths of life, is what keeps addictions going.  Perhaps the distance between your fake world and the real world is the volume of anxiety that stretches in between.

    What I know, is that while it was very traumatic to own the truths of my family initially, being with the truth has brought me peace, love and joy.

    My ability to reason a new conclusion of how I would engage or not engage with folks due to the truths of my life, has empowered me.

    Kindness and the inability to judge is very life constricting.

    You have to maintain a false life; which is very tough to do.

    A false pretense.

    I looked up the meaning of False Pretense.

    " is the obtaining of property by intentionally misrepresenting a past or existing fact."

    The property is life.

    To get the life you want by misrepresenting a past or existing fact or facts.

    It is to life a life that appears perfect; but you got it under false pretenses.

    What I know for sure, is that when the truth crashed into my fake life, I was left without an identity.  Or at least one that I was comfortable with.

    The truthful me wasn't accepted by those living a false life and who wanted to keep it.

    And, I literally was incapable of lying to myself anymore.

    I wasn't able to pretend to pretend to pretend.

    It is just good to understand the ramifications of living under false pretenses…that are gotten from non-judgement.

    My experience with people who are non-judgmental, is that they are non-accepting to new information that will tarnish the reputation or character of a person they know.

    They are choosing by non-judging; not acceptance of truth.

    Do you notice, too…that they will only be non-judgmental about family and friends; but can see clearly when it is a person they are not attached to.

    They will protect and posture to keep their false worlds going.

    You don't even know, know, know, that with kindness, you are creating a world that is far from reality.  You just want to be kind and loving with family….and friends.

    But, in the end, you truly don't end up with a kind loving family. You end up with all the truths, you didn't want to accept.

    Everything that wasn't based on truth and reality….slips away like a night time dream…leaving you with nothing to hold on to but the raw truth.

    So, when you think it is kinder to be non-judging, at least tell yourself the truth and know you are creating a relationship based on false pretenses.

     

    I am betting that Free Spirits live only in one reality…

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  • Be Me!

    The legacy that was my inheritance from generation upon generation, is the lack of worth.

    I know, many will mentally dispute this; but feel its truth, to their bones.

    Low self-worth was the common bond in so many areas of my life.

    My mother's inability to judge stemmed from her lack of self-worth.

    Her religion fed this system.  

    I believe many think, that the cycles of abuse can be broken by love.

    Just love and be kinder.

    What I know to be true, is without self-worth or feeling your own value, you can't love.

    It is an old and tired saying, "you have to love yourself first"…but it's true.

    How many can even articulate or discern what self love looks like?  

    Are you willing to have an authentic, truthful, loving relationship with your Self IF it means stepping away from others.  

    And, can you be self-loving without judging others?

    How can you take care of yourself IF you can't walk away from relationships that dishonor or disrespect you?

    How can you honor and respect yourself if you are incapable of saying "No"?

    Isn't it incredibly hard to believe that we have allowed ourselves to be lulled into a lifestyle where our ability to judge and discern was taken away from us…in order to be part of a family.  

    We have given up our own personal rights in order to be in relationships.

    It is to leave our self-love at the door, as we enter in.

    What I know to be true, in my experience, is that in order for me to go back to my family of origin, to return into their good graces, I would have to leave behind my power of judging and my self-love word… of "No".

    I would have to leave me behind.

    This may sound harsh and ridiculous by many…but I am quite serious.

    The only way, denial was able to keep such a strong hold in my world, was that I agreed to not see, and certainly not speak, about my own thoughts, feelings and emotions.  I had to give up my ability to judge and say no.  I was to blend in to the lowest level of self worth; needing nothing.  My self had to disappear.  

    If I could properly express the magnitude of the consequences of being non-judging, it would change the planet radically overnight.

    Imagine IF you will, having the ability to be 100% truthful to yourself and have it expressed in the world?

    Not having the ability to make reasonable conclusions about others, leaves you powerless and at the mercy of their ill will.

    I have said before, that Love is free.  It is to be free to say yes or to say no, to come and to go…anything less is not love.

    Judging is the tool that allows you freedom of choice.

    Without it, you are a prisoner in your own life.  Unable to do and say as you please.

    It is to be locked up in your mind.

    Believing that you will lose the love you have, IF you were to be freely you.

    If you are not free, is it love?

    If you are unable to say "No", it is not love, it's being owned by another's happiness or peace.

    You are connected by the bond that keeps them happy. Not you.

    And, that isn't love, but co-dependency, where you are their happy maker.

    Again, having the ability to say "No" is self-love.

    As Byron Katie says, "If you can't say "No", then I don't trust your "Yes".

    You can judge your love by your ability to be freely you.

    My greatest pattern that I set in place is self-love.

    It required me to lose all that I had known.  And, all that I had known wasn't love; for it didn't accept me as Me.

    The most terrifying moment in my life, was when I realized there was no Me.  I had no clue who I was without doing or being for someone else.  I alone, was no one.

    I had to rebuild me at 46. I am now 10 years old as the new me.

    If you disappear when disconnected from others OR actually to be with others…it is not love.

    I found my love…by saying No.

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    Actually, I can….say No and judge and Be Me!

     

  • Priceless!

    The impact of being taught not to judge leaves us living a life without boundaries.

    If you can't disconnect in a relationship due to bad behavior, when would you disconnect?

    The crux of my incredulousness, has to be this vein of thought; that judging is wrong and who are you to judge?  

    It is a direct shot at your own self-esteem, worth, and value.

    Not only is the focus deflected off of the person who is acting poorly; but the victim's self worth is now in question.  

    It is highly suggested, that only the folks who have lived a sin free life can judge…the rest have no right to separate themselves from the riff raff of society.

    Only the perfect can set boundaries…but they will tell you, there is no perfect human being, so no one on the human plane has the right to judge another…leaving only God to judge.  

    This leaves us with no choice but to remain civil, kind and loving, no matter how we are treated.

    It is a mindset that keeps the good folks feeling less than….and unable to stand against those who harm them.  

    A society where we are all equal; but in a lesser degree.

    To lower the common denominator to the value of the abuser/sinner/wrongdoer.

    This to me IS what makes a dysfunctional family dysfunctional.  We are all brought down to the lowest level in the home.

    How can a family end abuse, when there is no self-worth or self-esteem?  And, how can you get it when you don't have the right to set up boundaries; due to their low value of you?

    I know, that I am seen as insane, mental, cold hearted, judging, etc, etc, etc.  Just for the simple fact, that I set up boundaries.  I didn't abuse anyone…but, I did set up boundaries.  This is the ultimate of bad behavior in the eyes of many.

    The ill behavior, okay criminal behavior of my father wasn't as egregious as mine.

    My daring to actually, and reasonably conclude a new opinion was the ultimate breech in many relationships.  I could no longer be trusted to not see and blindly get along.

    This unruly behavior of my judging, was not accepted.

    Who did I think I was, to judge someone and set up boundaries?

    It has never been about what my father did to me, but my value as a human being.

    I wasn't seen as someone of value, to protect or treat kindly.

    It wasn't that the sin was of great value; but that I wasn't.

    Our worth has to be great in their eyes in order to not hurt or protect….and in their eyes, I wasn't.  It isn't about the sin or crime, but about our value.  Somehow I was equal to my father's crime, in value.  Worthy of abuse.

    When an individual has no value within a family unit….abuse is not only common, but the norm.

    In homes where the child and individual are valued, there will be no abuse….whether it be physical, emotional, or sexual.  

    Abuse can't happen when self value is present.

    When you feel worthy…you see worth.

    When you feel value….you value others.

    The only reason abuse can flourish IS when there is no sense of self worth for self and others.

    When you feel the right to judge, you have value.

    And, when you feel valuable, you will no longer stay in relationships that lower who you are.

    I love myself enough….to Judge!

    I value myself enough to Judge.

    I love that I am worthy to judge!

    This pattern of self-worth is what changes a home from dysfunctional to love.

    In my home we now have value.

    Each individual is priceless!

     

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  • Free to Judge!

    How many times have you said or heard, "I don't want to judge him/her…."

    I have been in a few conversations lately, where a person will express herself about someone doing something wrong….and then say, "but, I don't want to judge them…"

    What does the action of judgment look like and why are so many not willing to act out the feelings of judgment.

    I had to go and look up the word "judge" again.

    "a public official appointed to decide cases in a court of law."  And, "form an opinion or conclusion about."

    Here is what I feel is true about folks who say "I don't want to judge him."

    What they are saying is that they don't want to change their opinions about him or her.  They don't want form a new conclusion based on the latest behavior.

    I love that I know this.

    My focus before had been on the person being 'judged' and Not the person who was wrestling with the new information and then not willing to use this information…for it would have them with a new conclusion or opinion about the person in question.

    Many religious folks will say, "I will let God be the judge…"  and continue on in a relationship or for certain, not form any boundaries against another person….for they feel it is more christian like to love all; without judgement.

    I however, have an issue with this type of being in the world, where there isn't anything anyone can do to make you judge them.  You will remain loving, kind and non-judging of them.  It leaves the abusers/perpetrators and ill behaved folks, all in your good favor.   You refuse to change your mind about who they are and how they live.  

    Why is this?

    Why do so many leave the judging to God and continue on in relationships with those who hurt them and others repeatedly?

    What I know….is that it is much harder to live a life where you consciously form conclusions.

    I must go and see what the definition of conclusion is.

    "the end or finish of an event or process."  And, "a judgment or decision reached by reasoning.

    Is it the reasoning that stops us…or the knowing it will be the end of what we have had?

    All I know, is that when you say, "you don't want to judge someone", it isn't about the person who is misbehaving, it is about you.

    You don't want to reason, to see reality, to feel the truth and then have to act upon it.  You don't want to reach a new conclusion, for then you will have to move through your life in a new way.

    Isn't it interesting how this changes the act of judging.

    It is much more about you and what it will cost you and how your life will change and it has very little to do with the person you are judging.

    For, it is my experience, that people will say, "I know he is an abuser…but, who am I to judge?  Making it seem like you are less for forming a new opinion.

    Instead of making him less due to his abusive ways.

    How dysfunctional to have the belief, that forming new opinions after a negative encounter, makes you worse; not them.

    I love that I am free to judge!

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  • Art of Words

    In listening to, "Silent Sister" by Diane Chamberlin….she had a line…."Anxiety entered the car, like a third passenger."

    I loved this description. 

    It shows the hugeness of what we carry.

    Mine would read, "Denial entered the car like a third person.

    It truly lives with us like a siamese twin.

    An unwanted passenger that speaks for us and makes choices based up its needs. It truly is a passenger in our lives that has the drivers seat.

    Another part in this fictional book, she talks about healing the Mind and the Soul, as two very different things.

    I wonder about this.

    Did I have to heal my mind and then also heal my soul?  I would even say, my heart.

    That it wasn't enough to just correct the definitions in my mind, but I had to allow my neglected soul to live…and my broken heart to mend.

    The mind is where my thoughts about reality were corrected.

    My soul had to speak its truth and live by it.

    My heart had to separate itself from those whose love hurt.

    I love how authors can write simple but deeply profound sentences.

    Art of words.

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  • Hide from your life.

    While listening to a fictional book, a person was given a chance to change their name, face and location…disappearing from their old life into a brand new one.

    It was to change all outward appearances or name recognition; yet the person remained on the inside, but hidden from view.

    What struck me was how we tend to change some of the same things, hoping for a better life.  When the real core of who you are isn't where you live, the features on your face, the size of your body or what you do for a living.

    And, on Facebook yesterday someone asked the question, "What are your five values?" and I asked, "How many live their values?"  

    Is it possible that your values and your life don't match and is that even possible?

    How you spend your time every day, who you are with and how you act ARE your values.

    And, is there a difference between your values and your character OR are they one and the same?

    I listed mine…."Authenticity, Integrity, trustworthy, individual, spirited".

    Freedom would be another, as well as passion…and acceptance of what is.

    I believe our actions are our values.

    How we spend our time, and who we spend it with, is what gives our life worth.

    And what kind of energy do we bring to these encounters, is our contribution to these engagements.

    Is it possible as well, that many can't name their values and that what they do each day isn't what they want their values to be?

    I am much more in sync with my values.  My inner world is happy with what I do and with whom.   I am more in tune. 

    In the past, there was a fight and struggle, where my values and ideas wrestled with what I was taught.  Now, there is no inner fight going on. 

    I have learned to tune out the voices outside of me, and listen to my inner callings.  And in doing so my self value has risen.

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    I would bet, that the biggest cause of distress and stress for that matter, is doing the opposite of what you know are your values.  Doing this to get along, to keep the peace etc…while a war is raging inside of you.

    List your values, give them a ranking of importance and then see how close you are living in comparison to the list.  If it is off, you know where you need to start spend more of your time and energy.

    Don't let your inner self hide from your life.

    Thanks Brian Rendel for this exercise.

     

     

     

  • Hear and Honor it.

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    The phrase, "Truth Be Told" has me pondering, how many of us would benefit if our truth was told.  Imagine a world where we had circles in which we share our truths, expressing our silences?

    The "Truth Be Told" project is for women in prison…you can learn more about them at http://www.truth-be-told.org  I have browsed their site and have just a thumbnail sketch of what their mission is.

    However, I wondered if we the un-incarcarated women could benefit by speaking out before our lives get so out of control, we do something that lands us in prison.

    I know that many of these women come from similar childhoods as mine…."there but the grace of God go I".

    To me it is interesting that we as a society are completely wired in 'untruths'. 

    We tend to see courage in those who speak it; but rarely do most of us glance at our own, let alone explore it in depth.

    What would it mean to you if your Truth Be Told?

    What changes would your life take?

    What relationships would be 'upset' by your truths?

    I know that most people live lives where their truth is their best kept secret.

    What I believe, is that our subconsciousness (truths) are trying to gain our attention in subtle and not so subtle ways.

    I was enraged and I didn't know why.

    Once my truth came out….the rage simmered down.  

    And, the awkwardness of my life righted itself and it became balanced.

    Imagine again how many women(and men) in prisons would have been steered onto a different pathway if they lived their truths?

    So many have histories as mine…Untreated abuse.

    Would their lives make more sense if they could see the natural conclusion from an un-natural childhood?

    Annie Roger's book "Annie Rogers: The Unsayable: The hidden language of trauma  explains how we act out our truths until we reconcile them with ourselves.  

    Our truths want to be heard, seen and felt.  They will continue to replay our abuse, until we recognize it as abuse and correct the labels of our abusers.

    It is painless to have a father; and painful to have a pedophile in its place.  

    But can they both exist?

    What happens to you the victim when you only see a father? Where does your truth go and what is the consequence of that?

    I know, in my experience, that I re-created many different relationships where I was powerless…where I was blind to the 'faults' of many.   I couldn't see the negatives or when I did, I subconsciously made them positive.  It was my job to keep our little secret secret….by treating him as a father and my mother as a mom.  

    To act out and live your truth is not a journey most of us travel.  Especially when there is abuse in our homes.  Instead we live with the constant frustration of trying to make a family out of an circle of abusers.   We have our roles that don't allow our truths anywhere near us.

    The Truth Be Told, needs to be in the schools, churches, and many social circles.  We need an early intervention so the prisons are not full of silent victims.  And, so our families are not posing untruthfully, but are standing exposing our truths.

    I applaud the volunteers who engage with prisoners.

    I applaud anyone who dares speak their truths…especially when it upends the applecart of their family's lives.  For they are breaking the pattern that destroys children's lives.  

    If they only knew the impact truth be told would have on the lives of little children.

    Perhaps it should be the truth be heard.  For it is also my belief that children tell.

    They tell, but the parents don't hear.

    They don't want to hear that their husband is capable of abuse, that their brother, uncle or grandparent can be anything but what they show to the world.

    The truth be told and held is the key to ending abuse.

    If you can't be a truth teller, be a truth holder for someone.

    Again, how odd is it that we live in a world where our truths are not valued and treasured; but are made to be kept separated from us.

    I know to the depth of my being, the prisons house those who lost their way, due to the fact their truths were not honored as children.

    I know well intended therapists and healing modalities try and cover up and look beyond and move on from the past.  And, the precise moment we stopped being truthful is the moment we turned down the road that led us further and further away from life of peace, love and joy.  

    When did this adult child begin to hide their truths and why?

    I didn't get my family to stand with me and my truths and I know the cost.

    The cost to be with my truth is priceless.

    And, the cost to be without it…would have cost my children their innocence.

    Alice Miller is the only therapist that I am familiar with who understands how the truth of our abusive parents IS the savings grace of our mental and emotional beings.

    Without my truth, I would not be me.

    I would be a soulless being.

    Thank you to all whose truth be told…and for those who hear and honor it!

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  • An Old Friend

    I spent some time at the Beach House yesterday afternoon and evening, the one that is For Sale…and it wasn't until I was mowing the grass that waves of emotion overcame me.

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    First I was overcome by her neglect or the lack of tender grooming.  It felt to me like I was taking care of a long forgotten friend as I mowed.

    A friend who took such great care of me when I needed it the most.

    I recalled the days and nights I spent there, when the inside of me was a complete mess.  I was soothed by her porch, view, sunrises, and the total space for me to just be in a place of rest.

    And, rest I did.

    On her rocky shore, refreshing waters, cool breezes.  

    The sound of waves rocking me to sleep.

    Her value to me is far beyond market value; she carries years of memories, of laughter and tears.  Of little voices and toddler swimsuits, of friends enjoying hot afternoons. Children deep into their imaginations creating wonderfully.  Of star filled skies at night, as we camped on her generous porch.

    Family gathered enjoying the water, card games and solitude of books.  

    She was disconnected from the outside, no phones, no TV, no computer hook up….we were transported to the "Be Here Now" space.

    More moments than I can count I thanked her, with tears of gratitude and heart felt sighs as I wearily rested on her shores.  Trying to find my footing; again.

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    As I mowed her tangled overgrown lawn, I felt that I was preparing her for her adoption. That soon another person will be receiving her gifts.

    And I wondered if they will look at her many faults or just accept her like we did.

    She wasn't the bright and shining perfect beach cottage with everything pristine, she was completely imperfectly perfect.  Her charms lie what you see and do along her shoreline.  

    I didn't own her.  She wasn't mine to care for and yet I did.  At least in the many summers we spent weeks there.  In the past few years, I spent less and less time there.  Life changed or lives changed and I guess I believed when I had time again, she would be waiting.  

    It was to prepare a special friend for our parting.  How do you say Good Bye?

    She will always be remembered with great reverence and love.   

    Our memories we take.

    I had sent wishes that she will be adopted by loving folks who will do as we did…

    Step into her space and be soothed by the loving nature that is her.

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    She is a huge part of our summer memories.  Her porch awaits more laughter, colorful towels, grilling smells, running feet and giggles.

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    Her shoreline, swimming, golf ball chasing, dog fetching sticks, mermaid rock diving, sun soaking, inner tube floating, boat building, kayaking….fun.

    My life and my children's lives all have been better because we had the luxury of enjoying our summers at the Beach House.  Due to the lack of outside communication we connected with nature and ourselves.

     

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    Beauty abounds everywhere… just paddles along her shore.

    I can't imagine our lives without her.

    And, I am so grateful to have had her this long.

    It truly is like saying good bye to an old friend.

     

  • What Snags Your Soul?

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    It wasn't until I pondered what words to add, did I get this quilt.  

    I love the phrase "soul fishing"!  The first words I tried were "gone fishing"…but that didn't seem right.

    There seemed to be more going on than mere fishing.

    It was the peacefulness of doing what she loves and the space or time allowed…that there was nowhere she would rather be; than with what she loves.

    Soul fishing is to find what honors your soul, what makes you come alive.

    You will tell you caught one when you are filled with great energy and aliveness.

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    I may go back and add words to the fish… 

    I love this more the more I sit with it and realize her significance as she encourages others to fish for their soul…

    To take the time and give yourself a pass to do what excites your Being!

    What snags your soul?

     

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