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"All the World is a Stage" WS

Ms Claritynow — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:58:00 GMT

Lately I've been toying with the universal truth of letting go and letting God and what this really means. Life show us time and again how people come and go in our lives, special people who we thought were forever friends or family. Death happens, life happens, anger and misunderstanding . . . happens. Yeah, shit happens! And each time this is experienced, at least for me, I want to DO something to fix it, re balance the unfairness of it all, and to make it all better. The most difficult lesson I've learned in life . . . and this has taken me many years as I'm now in my forties, is to release the reigns of control over outcomes which involve the free will of other people. To trust the process of life lessons and to truly and completely 'go with the flow'. My spirit guides have shown me in dreams and visions that I'm helpless to force myself against the current of life, that I need to release my claws from the side of life's river bank and allow take this journey to take me where ever it leads. And when people who I treasure, deep loves of my life . . . take their exit . . . to trust, to surrender ~ and gracefully allow life to continue without banging too long at the door which closes there behind me. I have spent a life time feeling stuck over certain regrets, unwilling to move forward in certain areas of my life. But lately, I realize that to just see life as a journey, like a dream, where I allow situations and people to enter and exit with out controlling them - focusing on what I CAN control, which is personal attitude, energy, direction of my attention . . . following my dreams ~ this emotional perspective makes all the difference~

The Sun Will Come Out

Ms Claritynow — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:47:00 GMT

Oregon is such a magical place to live. For example, when it's not raining in the winter months we often wake up to a very dense fog that settles around us until late morning. I feel as I walk my dog, that I"m traveling through a scene from the Chronicles of Narnia. Then just as I begin to wonder if the mystical foggy grayness might never end, brilliant blue sky peeks through the clouds and signs of sunshine appear. A few moments later light rain comes down, and then our terrain turns to vibrant greens of moss and fern framed by majestic trees reflecting reborn sunlight; and we're often blessed by rainbows, sometimes a giant double rainbow will parade across the sky. And if I leave my little neighborhood in the valley to explore local coastal mountain paths, its not unusual to meander past acres of idle black berry bushes waiting for spring. On a clear day you can see all the way to the ocean, and depending on where you are, the white volcanic tops of Three Sisters on the horizon. Down the road among lava lands, waterfalls feed fish full rivers and there is a deep, clear natural lake bursting with springs and old growth trees that petrified from cold water still standing beneath the water's surface. Up the road surrounding Mt Hood, there are so many wondrous trails and glacier filled lakes to explore I can hardly begin list them. Badger Lake, the glacier lake in the primary photograph of my time line above, is alive with bass hopping and more crawdads than you can shake a stick at. And the water falls in these forests, the range and size and beauty . . . the multitude of water falls. Less than an hour from here there is a five mile hike that takes us past at least 10 plus water falls, a few of which are so huge you walk among them feeling the size of a squirrel to a lawn sprinkler. And old growth trees, and the giant clover that likes to grow with the fern . . . this is just in winter months ~ because in spring the flowers unreal, surreal, abundant vibrant heavenly flowers begin to appear. Acres of tulips and irises . . . as far as the eye can see in every color. Spring gardens on front lawns pop up everywhere, among the multicultural flower displays, and then we have the fruit trees just growing along neighborhood sidewalks with apples truly healthy and robust enough to eat at that moment, as good as what you can find at a supermarket . . . but don't get me started on these other things, I'm sharing about the nature of it all today :-) ♥ on this foggy, dreary, overcast Oregon day in the valley . . . as I sip my coffee and try to see through the white cotton outside my window . . . thinking positive thoughts about how "the sun will come out tomorrow!" ♥

WHAT THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW

Ms Claritynow — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 17:32:00 GMT

Day one: Called to ask a psychic about Mr. O. It was a wonderful, insightful, inspiring and accurate reading!! Yeah, I think I'll call her back. Day two. Called reader again. Wow! The same thing, lots of hope here. And it's so great to hear what's going on in his life, maybe even a little more in debth about our potential here. Same day two, a little bit later: Good reading I guess. I feel better. More reassurances. Day three: Not as exciting as at first. Why won't anything CHANGE? NOTHING IS SPEEDING UP! The same things were said like at first about Mr. O, but I don't feel the same excitement. Day four: Still waiting for the prediction to happen. Well, she said it would take some time. Yeah, I know also that she said this is a spiritual lesson and challenge, that I must change some things in myself in order to see the changes start on the outside, but when am I going to see a sign? Why am I getting the same old same old from the readings? Day five: Hmmmmmmmmm. Day five a little later: No matter how many ways and how many times I ask about Mr. O, the same old prediction about patience and changing things about how I direct my energy are said. I mean, she's such a great psychic, so accurate and amazing. At least I thought so at first! Now it feels like I'm supposed to be in charge of the way I direct my focus and feelings and stuff in order to be happy. I don't know. Day five even later: She says I'm being a little obsessive over his not contacting me and that my over focus of energy on this is pushing him away. She sucks actually. Day six: No call. Day seven: I found another psychic reader is just AWESOME!!! She is accurate and wonderful, just knew EVERYTHING about Mr. O. I can't wait to call her back for an update! Day seven a little later: She sort of said the same thing as that first psychic and it's a little disturbing that I'm getting this free will and stuff always thrown in to the conversation when I want to know what is going to HAPPEN! I mean, it's a psychic reading for God's sake! Day seven late that night: I can't stand it anymore. This third reader has thrown me way off with the negative outcomes here. Now I'm really confused. I feel so out of control. I can't wait until that fist psychic is online again. She'll make me feel better. Day eight: I talked to the first reader again. I feel a little better but why in the hell is everything moving so slow?! I've been pacing my house in desperation day and night about this guy not calling me yet. Why doesn't anyone tell me the future?! Why?!! Day Nine: My old friend, a dear old friend, visited me today and we went out on the town and had such a great time!!! I was so happy for the first time in days and I forgot about Mr. O for the entire time we feasted and talked about old times. When I got home there was a message on my computer from him! Imagine that. I'm so content at this moment I don't feel like calling a psychic. Day Ten: I called my first reader and she tells me that the act of letting go and being happy actually sped something up in the process of contact. She says that while my friend was visiting, I was fine in the moment and didn't even notice if he was or was not calling me. Well, that's true. She says that he noticed on an energetic level that I wasn't 'hounding' him anymore. Well, she put this in much nicer words. lol. When he sensed my absence and tapped in to my joy when he did find me intuitively, he wanted to reach out. Maybe there's something to this business about directing my energy and my outcomes?

Earth Angels Exist

Ms Claritynow — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 02:03:00 GMT

11/23/11 This morning on the way to work, I felt worried about my daughter, I asked for a sign that everything was going to turn out okay for her, and then went about my morning as if I would receive one. About an hour into my work, a woman came to our community health center requesting a blood pressure check. I wrapped up what I was doing and went out to the library to meet with her. She was an interesting character with a wide grin and very few teeth. She wore a winter hat and a light jacket, and appeared to be in her eighties. She sat down while I put the cuff on her arm and let me take her blood pressure and pulse. She said that a woman at her church had told her to come over to our center to get her blood pressure checked again. I wrote her numbers down on a small pamphlet she could keep and told her that today she was 148/58. “Oh that’s better than it’s been in a very long time!” she exclaimed. “That’s great!” I answered, “What have you been doing healthy lately?” “I have been playing the piano and that always soothes me” she answered with a toothless grin. There was something very genuine and zany about her, she was definitely a character much different than the ‘run of the mill’ person you’d expect to meet, but not scary. She began to speak about how there were people of the flesh who want to party all the time and there were people who pray all the time. She described herself as one of those people who want to pray all the time. She told me how Christ speaks to her and that people think she is crazy because she lets Christ be her boss and she says he speaks to her. She told me she has no insurance and so I began to find information regarding free and low income clinics available in the area. I gave her a brochure with our 211 hotline where she can find someone who could hook her up with resources. She also told me that she was in the midst of being evicted because “I am told I shove my religion down everyone’s throat” I reminded her that she could call the 211 number and also find some assistance in the emergency food and shelter area, too. “A young attorney has already called me and volunteered her services, doesn’t the Lord always take care of us?!” she smiled again. For the next 30 minutes she told me a significant portion of her life’s story. She had given birth to nine children and been married to a military man for 21 years. He took off with all of her children one day while she was at work as a beautician, it was 1968. Her oldest was at the age of just leaving home and the youngest was a newborn. He called her and told her he was leaving her and then married a bar maid who raised her children with him. She was left with nothing. She talked about how she ended up on the street with all she owned in her arms. A man in a pick up truck pulled over and asked her where she was going. “Durned if I know” she told him “Where’s that?” He asked. He took her to the next town and dropped her off in front of a building which turned out to be a beauty parlor. She worked there for 2 dollars an hour for the next few years. “I imagine during that time is when my blood pressure began to get a little squishy” she said. She told me how her oldest daughter wrote her a “beautiful letter” and that she learned of the whereabouts of her children through her, and that she is a retired professor in California . “Most people get up and walk away by now” She said “I have nobody to talk to and I sit and stare at the four walls of my apartment every day." She continued . . . "My fondest memory is when I was three years old and my father said, 'Little Princess' (he always called me princess) do you want to go to the grocery store? I said "Yes! Can we get a chocolate bar?" and he said to me 'Princess you can have anything your heart desires'." She paused and I waited. "That was the only love I ever really knew in my life. My husband was not a loving man". She talked on, for example, about how she was made to take a bunch of psychological tests which all came out “normal” and said that she wrote a book about Christ and prayer that was published by a man named Vern who works at a radio station. He sent her 400 copies of the book but she has never seen his face. My heart remained open to her as she spoke, I sat amazed at this woman’s life story, the pain she was communicating to me through it, and I also felt some awe as to the wide range of the deeply moving lives and stories I witness in my role as a nurse. Finally I had to find a way to go back to my job. I was on the clock and needed to return to my duties. I told her this and she willingly relaxed her talking and took my hand. “Are you going to eat Thanksgiving at your church?” I asked “Yes I go there everyday, I will be eating there tomorrow” “Have a wonderful day” I squeezed her hand. She didn’t release it but closed her eyes and told me to wait a moment. “Dear God, what does Fawn need to know?” She opened her eyes and looked at me intently and asked, “Do you have a daughter you are worried about?” I had just been thinking . . . ‘if she brings up a daughter!’ . . . . “Yes I do” I answered. “Dear Christ, give Fawn’s daughter what she needs to pull through” She squeezed my hand, and then she packed up her papers and walked out of the library. I stood there a little in shock. This was my sign it had to be. (So cool how that works :-) Happy Thanksgiving Ya'll

In Memory of Helen

Ms Claritynow — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 16:39:00 GMT

The queen size mattress is gone now. The one at the edge of Peanut Park with a pillow top softness and dirt stains. There's a grass indentation in the field of clovers where it once pressed against the ground for at least five full season changes. The spot there reminds me of Helen. Well, not the space where the mattress rested, more the memory of the mattress and of Helen sitting there on the edge of it staring.

She wondered aloud why someone would have placed the mattress out in this field, so randomly, with careless abandon this mattress was tossed away. It sat here alone, in her neighborhood, and nobody seemed to notice or care that it was there. Daily she would sit on the mattress and try to wrap her mind around this.

When the workman came to place a fence at the end of our dead end street, Helen remarked that the fence was put there maybe so that it would discourage people from dumping any more mattresses on the field. She would stare at the new fence and ask anyone who passed if they knew the reason why this fence had gone up. This fence fascination began to wain and once again Helen went back to her place on the edge of the soft dirty mattress.

When I walked passed her I would say, “Hi Helen” and she would ask, “Where do you live?”, it had become a daily tradition, my saying “Hi Helen” and her asking, “Where do you live”. She was an older woman with many questions in her head, questions about where the place was for each person or a mattress'.

A retired librarian ought to know where everything goes, a mattress, a neighbor, a book or a broom. She left her broom at my house one day while inquiring as to where I lived. It was when her attention was focused on our backyard pear tree. “If people knew you had a pear tree in your back yard they would want to go back there and eat them” she said, and then suddenly she didn't know where her broom was. I found it for her and didn't ask why she was walking in the park with it, why did it matter?

One night I heard drums in the park, college students, parents and children gathered around authentic African musicians who were putting on a rather awesome show. I saw Helen dancing, jumping and spinning to the rhythm, smiling and laughing. When I approached her she saw me and came to talk, “These people are lame, why don't they dance? We are so lucky to have this fine music in our backyard!” Her lithe, agile feminine body swayed to the music in a young girl's way, limber and energetic. I could not see the 70 year old woman in her, not in her eyes and smile, not in her form.

And she was correct, these people were stifled, inhibited, timid . . . afraid to cut loose and dance.

When dogs saw her walking across Peanut Park they would all bark and howl. I suspected entities followed her, a dead husband who watched over her maybe, and dogs sensed them when she walked near. She held a gentle presence, but did not like the barking, it created a nervous Helen. She did like cats however, and the cats liked her house and she let them inside to sleep on her bed and pee on her floors.

It became apparent that she was afraid of her house, afraid to go inside at night alone with nobody. She had forgotten too much about herself and she no longer remembered where her place was. She would stand outside her front door and cry until somebody told her where she lived.

Her simple corner cottage where visiting caretakers brought food and tidied up became vacant for a month when her son took her away to an elderly 'home'. The little Helen house became occupied next, by us. It took several cycles of mopping floors before the cat smell faded to wood smells again. Even when the smell was gone, I still wondered about Helen and how she occupied her time within these walls.

One day a policeman showed up at our door asking if we'd seen her. “She wandered off and away from the 'home', on Hwy 101, near Seal Rock”

Her family was worried he told us.

“We wonder if she hitched a ride home. Has she shown up here?”

No of course she hadn't, but if she had I would have invited her inside and shared tea and company with her. I certainly would have called the police to let them know she had arrived, I assured him. The police officer knocked on our door again in search of Helen, a few days later. We worried. We heard nothing for a while.

It's been three months and today I heard that her body was found near a beach path, death through exposure to the elements. “She is happier now” neighbors say. “What a nice way to go, better than locked away”

I have heard the argument that cats live longer if shut inside, but they are happier, though with shorter lives, if allowed to roam outdoors where they are free to follow their instincts.

Some people, like Helen, are as cats. They are the 'cat people'.

Tonight I wandered with my dog out to the pressed grass where the mattress is no longer there. I shed a few tears for Helen.

I hope wherever her soul flew off to, that she's dancing like a young girl in an unlame, celestial drum circle :-)

Yep!

The Night the Tide Came In

Ms Claritynow — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 19:59:00 GMT

I once camped on the beach in Florida at a beautiful nature reserve. It was totally free. The reserve closed at dusk, so we were locked inside for the evening. We set up a tent and built a fire in the sand. It seemed cozy and warm, and the shoreline looked a safe distance away from the little mound our tent stood on.

The stars twinkled brightly above our heads, but the full moon faded in and out among the clouds. By 9 o'clock, our smoldering fire, the brilliant stars and occasional moon were our only source of light.

I was pregnant with my son and sort of feeling queasy from our travels, so I crawled into my sleeping bag early. My daughter joined me in the tent, after listening to Glenn play his drum for a while.

Deeper into the night, our fire went completely out. I could no longer see it's red glow through the tent walls. I listened to the waves crashing. They were so loud, they bellowed, roared and slammed.

I tossed and turned like the rolling waves. I wondered what my daughter and Glenn were dreaming about, they slept so soundly.

Eventually, my nerves 'perked' and I sat up. Leaning forward, I peeked out the front screen. A swirling dark mass seemed to lick the sandy shore like a giant mouth. I felt like a crumb on a plate.

The creeping tide had not been anticipated, and I convinced myself that we were much too close to the shoreline.

I felt sort of afraid to venture out, but I needed to see how close the water was. I unzipped the tent door and crawled outside. My senses felt consumed by the roaring water. It was so dark. I couldn't accurately see the waves, but they seemed to be rushing directly up to my feet.

I woke Glenn up. Katie heard us talking and she awoke and looked outside at the rolling waves, too. The three of us examined the shoreline. Sand became damp under our feet only seven steps from the front door.

Being on a hill, Glenn decided that we were a safe enough distance away from the water and went back to sleep. Katie and I strained our eyes to watch the waves in the dark- as they rushed toward our tent, and then receded.

Our eyes played tricks on us; the water appeared closer than it really was. We lay awake, worrying about this for a while, and then fell asleep.

The warm sun, a gentle breeze and the sound of a peaceful surf welcomed our morning.

Water stained patterns, like finger marks left on a cookie jar, were evidence on our beach of the night before. Scattered along the edges of the darkened sand were hundreds of beautiful shells. Sand dollars, starfish and polished stones!

The ocean had unclenched it's many treasure filled fingers, releasing much beauty for us to discover and explore. All morning we collected gifts from the sea, "noted' sea turtle nests, and watched the pelicans eat fish.

I feel hungry for another treat by the ocean. But this time I'll park our tent a little farther back from the shore.

(**A reprinted essay I wrote for this blog a couple years ago**)

Excerpt From a Course of Love

Ms Claritynow — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 19:53:00 GMT

"Love is at the heart of all things. How you feel but reflects your decision to accept love or reject it and choose fear. Both cannot be chosen. All feelings you label joyous or compassionate are of love. All feelings you label painful or angry are of fear. This is all there is. This is the world you make. Love or fear is your reality by your choice. A choice for love creates love. A choice for fear creates fear. What choice do you think has been made to create the world you call your home? This world was created by your choice, and a new world can be created by a new choice. But you must realize that this is all there is. Love or lack of love. Love is all the is real. A choice for love is a choice for heaven. A choice of fear is hell. Neither is a place. They are but a further reflection of your power. "

COURSE OF LOVE
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This I believe:

Ms Claritynow — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:50:00 GMT

~People come and go, but the love of true friendship lasts a lifetime; the REAL treasure we seek. Genuine friendship is an irreplaceable gift and can easily be squandered in our restless & often selfish search for 'more'~

Spirit Word Pictures

Ms Claritynow — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 21:21:00 GMT

So I am a bit of a weirdo, that's not all bad. I think a lot about spiritual things and I get these pictures in my head that show me how all of us (everything) is connected~ by energy.

Today while I was walking our golden retriever, Amber, I thought about starting up a journal describing the pictures I see in my head of energy/spirit and how I understand this all works. If nothing else, it's one more interesting interpretation of the meaning of life!

By the time I got back to the kitchen I was looking forward to recording my thoughts, and while juicing carrots, some celery and an apple, I began to ask my spirit guide to help me write the journal and got the message: "As long as you place yourself in a state of joy, you will receive lots of information~ because putting yourself in sate of joy brings you to a level where you're mind is open, inspired, and can receive information more clearly"

Then I felt myself vibrating at a lovely level of joy and I started seeing all my unique pictures better.

I realize now how distracted I am (much of the time), with sad and melancholy thoughts of loss and/o unresolved issues. I will allow myself to float off into a lower vibration and stay there, I make myself depressed with 'writers block' and lazy butt syndrome.

I am learning to catch myself on that broken record . . . running away with non serving thoughts; and how to move my awareness to a higher and more positive level. If my thoughts shift to something which triggers a happy nerve- I feel joy . . . because matching thoughts to a vibration of joy suddenly changes everything, and I can do this with focused and disciplined thought

Anyway . . . this was a great lesson and I wanted to share it with those of you 'get me' a little bit
:-)

"Whenever we can remember the truth that all dark thoughts and
feelings require our consent to punish us, and that these negative
states are, in themselves, literally nothing without the powers
we grant them, then we become the conqueror of what would have
overcome us!"

-- Guy Finley

Excerpted from "Let Go and Live in the Now"

WHAT THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW

Ms Claritynow — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 06:14:00 GMT

Day one: Called to ask a psychic about Mr. O. It was a wonderful, insightful, inspiring and accurate reading!! Yeah, I think I'll call her back.

Day two. Called reader again. Wow! The same thing, lots of hope here. And it's so great to hear what's going on in his life, maybe even a little more in debth about our potential here.

Same day two, a little bit later: Good reading I guess. I feel better. More reassurances.

Day three: Not as exciting as at first. Why won't anything CHANGE? NOTHING IS SPEEDING UP! The same things were said like at first about Mr. O, but I don't feel the same excitement.

Day four: Still waiting for the prediction to happen. Well, she said it would take some time. Yeah, I know also that she said this is a spiritual lesson and challenge, that I must change some things in myself in order to see the changes start on the outside, but when am I going to see a sign? Why am I getting the same old same old from the readings?

Day five: Hmmmmmmmmm.

Day five a little later: No matter how many ways and how many times I ask about Mr. O, the same old prediction about patience and changing things about how I direct my energy are said. I mean, she's such a great psychic, so accurate and amazing. At least I thought so at first! Now it feels like I'm supposed to be in charge of the way I direct my focus and feelings and stuff in order to be happy. I don't know.

Day five even later: She says I'm being a little obsessive over his not contacting me and that my over focus of energy on this is pushing him away. She sucks actually.

Day six: No call.

Day seven: I found another psychic reader is just AWESOME!!! She is accurate and wonderful, just knew EVERYTHING about Mr. O. I can't wait to call her back for an update!

Day seven a little later: She sort of said the same thing as that first psychic and it's a little disturbing that I'm getting this free will and stuff always thrown in to the conversation when I want to know what is going to HAPPEN! I mean, it's a psychic reading for God's sake!

Day seven late that night: I can't stand it anymore. This third reader has thrown me way off with the negative outcomes here. Now I'm really confused. I feel so out of control. I can't wait until that fist psychic is online again. She'll make me feel better.

Day eight: I talked to the first reader again. I feel a little better but why in the hell is everything moving so slow?! I've been pacing my house in desperation day and night about this guy not calling me yet. Why doesn't anyone tell me the future?! Why?!!

Day Nine: My old friend, a dear old friend, visited me today and we went out on the town and had such a great time!!! I was so happy for the first time in days and I forgot about Mr. O for the entire time we feasted and talked about old times. When I got home there was a message on my computer from him! Imagine that. I'm so content at this moment I don't feel like calling a psychic.

Day Ten: I called my first reader and she tells me that the act of letting go and being happy actually sped something up in the process of contact. She says that while my friend was visiting, I was fine in the moment and didn't even notice if he was or was not calling me. Well, that's true. She says that he noticed on an energetic level that I wasn't 'hounding' him anymore. Well, she put this in much nicer words. lol. When he sensed my absence and tapped in to my joy when he did find me intuitively, he wanted to reach out.

Maybe there's something to this business about directing my energy and my outcomes?

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# re: What They Don't Want You To Know

[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 8:48 AM by Ms Claritynow

Day 11: I wrote Mr. O back!

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 8:50 AM by Ms Claritynow

DAy 12: He wrote me back! Actually answered my note and wants to meet for coffee on Wednesday. OMG, is my favorite reader on!!??? Gotta call her RIGHT NOW! Oh darn, she's not on, I'll call the other one.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 8:51 AM by Ms Claritynow

Day 12 a few minutes later: SHe says it won't be good. What!??!!!! I was so happy and now I'm nervous and torn up. What the hell right does that woman have to rain on my parade like this! Should I cancel and save myself the pain? I don't know what to do!!! Oh, my favorite reader is on. Quick I'll give her a call . . .

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 8:54 AM by Ms Claritynow

Day 12 after the call to favorite reader: Sigh. Yes! This is better. She tells me that this is happening because I've created this situation and I wouldn't be experiencing it unless there was something important in this whole thing to learn. She says that if I go to the coffee meeting with joy and intension for highest good in my mind and heart, that no matter what, I'll come away from this just fine.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 8:56 AM by Ms Claritynow

Day 12 later that night: Well, it went okay I guess. Not what I'd hoped. I don't know if he'll contact me again. But I did keep my attitude and energy really positive. I told myself that what ever happened this was for a purpose. During our coffee he told me that there is a job opening at the hospital in Dexter I was wondering about. I emailed my resume' just now. Great tip!

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 8:59 AM by Ms Claritynow

Ten days later: Well, I got the job! I was told that my resume landed on their desk at the perfect time. No sooner & no later. Cool!!!

Mr. O called me back five days later, it was the same day I got the job. You know what!? I've lost my interest in him, just not my type. That reader was right after all, about him being in my life for a purpose. It wasn't the purpose I had in mind at the time lol. But if not for him, I wouldn't have this great new job! Life is so wild! So interesting.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 9:03 AM by Ms Claritynow

20 days later: Steve and I have had three dates and they are just so much fun. I feel like he REALLY cares about me. Life is so full right now, suddenly. He's so kind and we have GREAT COMMUNICATION. I don't feel like calling a psychic because I JUST KNOW he feels attraction and is sincere. WHY SHOULD I CALL TO SEE WHAT HE'S FEELING? LOL.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 9:06 AM by Brigid Bishop

OH SO TRUE!!!! Very well exemplified here Fawn, a great post!!! Would it be okay if I put a link on my blog to it at some time? Very well written and unfortunately so, so true!!!

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 9:07 AM by Ms Claritynow

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 9:10 AM by Ms Claritynow

Of course Brigid! Thanks!! Ya know, I just want to put this message out there to who ever is ready.

Light!

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 9:11 AM by MalikaHelena

Fawn that is absolutely brilliant!!!

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 9:15 AM by Ms Claritynow

I have moments of brilliance (blush). hee hee.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 10:21 AM by heart on fire

Guilty. You caught me. I'm a guilty party to the Mr. O syndrome. I AM pushing myself to go out. It's working, but then I have to come home and sleep :( LOL I am trying to stay busy and keep the focus on me. And yes, I too slip every now and then.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 11:34 AM by Ms Claritynow

"Mr. O Syndrome" hee hee. That's funny. I like it.

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, June 21, 2007 3:51 PM by pixiechic34

omg im right threre, lol

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[Remove this Comment] Tuesday, June 26, 2007 5:30 PM by Kelly

This post was awesome! We have all been there at one time or another. I was there, but now I am out there having so much fun, and way too busy to worry about Mr. O!! LOL!

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[Remove this Comment] Saturday, June 30, 2007 9:41 AM by enlightening2007

It's amazing that it seems that alot of us are going through the same thing (Mr. R syndrome for me!). I see that I'm not alone in this. I'm trying so hard to take my focus off of him. Even when I get busy my thoughts seem to drift back to him some way. I don't know what to do!

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[Remove this Comment] Saturday, August 04, 2007 11:45 AM by mrsclarity

This is so true :)

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[Remove this Comment] Wednesday, August 08, 2007 4:30 PM by Readingfairy

Wished my latest customers read this is amazing, exactly what happens.

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[Remove this Comment] Saturday, August 25, 2007 9:41 AM by Nicole ( Mz Mew

How do yo bog or unblg? can somebody please??

thx
nicole

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[Remove this Comment] Thursday, January 28, 2010 12:27 AM by Dianna Spencer

Brilliant! Enjoyed it so much. I am usually reader #3 and have to give the bad news, and the client says, "But the other readers told me . . .. ". Well, I sorry I am telling you this.

So true! I think part of our job is giving our folks, men and women, self-confidence and self-love.

God bless,
Dianna

My Mom's Gift

Ms Claritynow — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 04:19:00 GMT

I just thought of something, a gift, that my mom gave to me once. It was not a physical gift but rather a character trait that I hadn't quite developed, yet. We were living in Michigan on the MSU campus in Spartan Village, and I was in third grade at the time. It was around Halloween.

Every day my mother would walk past a local drug store on her way home. The windows of this drug store were covered that season, with multiple crayon colored pictures of a Wicked Witch with a pumpkin and holding a broom. She, having majored in art, thought of me immediately, and brought home one of the Witch outlines for me to color.

So she told me about the contest and how if I colored the Witch I might be able to win one of the places. I could tell this was important to her so I got out my crayons and colored the Witch in a variety of colors and made it as nice as possible. When I was done, I gave it back to her and she took it to the drug store.

A couple days later my mom brought my colored Witch back home and gave it back to me. I didn't know if the contest was over or what.

"You can do this much better. " She said

I was confused because I thought that I did a great job.

"I look at all the Witches and they all look the same. None of the children seem to have taken any time adding what they would like to the drawing, or mixing different colors to create unique and personal perspectives."

" You know how to do this" She said, and handed me another blank Witch to color.

Yea, my mom talked with flourishing big words, often poetic and picturesque words. I understood what she was trying to say so once again got out the colors, this time markers and pencils, fine point pens and chalk, oil crayons and my pointy finger for smudging shadows and fuzzy pumpkins.

When I was done I handed it back to mom and saw a very pleased and satisfied smile on her face. She took it back to the drug store and was taped back up on the window. I never saw the display as we waited for Halloween to come and the winners to be announced.

On Halloween my mom came home and told me that I had won first place. I went with her to the drug store and saw all the Witches, some of them very creatively colored. I was shocked that I had won, because these other colored Witches were awesomely done!

Yet true, there was an eccentric and wretchedly goth looking witch with voluptuous pumpkin friends and especially snarly broom in her hands above the counter in the drug store, and I do agree with my mom that it was looking very loud and Halloween-ish in particular, and deserved a prize.

I won a large ceramic pink piggy bank that I would need to break open to get coins out of. I felt creative and special that day. It was a good day for my mom too, I know.

What she gave me was the courage to share some original creativity, in the midst of a world of asleep, rubber stamped sheeple. The desire to dip some passion into the community, to share this with others. This is a form of freedom, and freedom is a gift!

~Ducks Help Me Love This Oregon Rain~

Ms Claritynow — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 04:26:00 GMT

Sometimes I look at these Apple Yard Ducks and I try to feel the excitement I once experienced as a child playing 'duck, duck . . . goose'. I try to integrate the present and the past so that I can feel that joy again and this time while looking at those sweet ducks.

I had not bonded with a duck in my life, not until I turned 43 years old and began to notice them.

Gentle smiles with bright eyes that peer up at you with such innocence. If they are raised by humans from youth, these beings trust you, and let you near, even to pick them up. I observe 'Johnny' guard his white beauties from the dogs and the elements. I hear them all talking, quite communicative, and about me as I pass them.

I enjoy watching the sudden flights of our two or three ducks making circles and figure eights in the sky with their wings and their quacks. I smile as they find simple puddles in the road to play royally in the water. I laugh watching them waddle around in the Oregon rain, muddy beaks with worms hanging, and orange rubbery feet smacking rain drops into the air.

Duck feet, says our 6 year old Josie, are called 'paddles'. I think they are paddles.

“Flippers?” asks Galen

Why not?

Freedom Has a Price . . . Outloud Thoughts To Ponder . . .

Ms Claritynow — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 21:15:00 GMT

What is the price of breaking free?

It is often but not always, the loss of significant connections, even friendships, of a love relationship such as a spouse, a job or even an environment.

The risk of losing one or more of these precious connections often stops a person cold, in her pursuit of happiness. . . because relinquishing any one of these comforts, these 'familiars' seems much too unbearable to do; this fear of change is paralyzing and blocks positive action.

Loss and loneliness can be the harsh side- to the price one pays for freedom.

Likewise, the rewards of freedom are many, and very worth it.

Freedom is time, space,creative free expression . . . to pursue dreams, solitude, respite,FUN, socializing with joyful abandon and permission to let the inner child play and dream and explore~ often and with loving support.

Freedom is being able to say YES or to say NO to life's gifts and opportunities, without the vice grip of guilt, pressure, 'shoulds and should nots'

Freedom is not about abusing or neglecting heart commitments such as our children or others, it is about BEING FREE TO BE YOU. The very act of breaking free to BE, is healing.

It is not for anyone else but YOU to decide which path is the right path, which lesson or person or relationship is the best or the wisest choice. These choices remain in the hearts and hands of each individual soul.

What is important is that one lives out her 'soul purpose', which is always positive even if others don't see it right away, and always involves the freedom to BE.

Let Her Play Every Day

Ms Claritynow — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:58:00 GMT

Inner Child . . .

Lately I've been getting to know my inner child, we all have one. She has been lurking beneath the surface, somehow connected to my daily adult life, for years. She loves spaghetti and meatballs, dancing and singing and being creative. She loves the feeling of being content in a house full of open heart-ed genuine people who are always learning and growing and celebrating the unique beauties and intricate joys and sorrows of life.

There's value in inviting her out each day,to stretch and smile and taste a rainbow. When I'm swimming laps she dives a little deeper into the water like a dolphin, as I cook pancakes she makes daisy shapes of the batter in the pan with her metal spatula and sneaks chocolate chips in the mix. She turns the music up and dances, and smiles really big when we go for walks by water falls.

The inner child longs for play and sunlight, healing foods and private times. She adores peace and quiet, likes to meditate and imagine. She is aware of the unhealthy blocks and walls and negative energies that happen between people and in environments and she is very sensitive to judgment.

When I listen to her, feel her, my intuition begins to glow, light shines right though my heart and out of the palms of hands and into the world. The inner child can heal us, we can heal her by helping her recreate her moments. By asking her what she needs, we begin to allow these essential juicy parts of life back into our world.

This Christmas I send out positive energies and prayerful good thoughts to the inner child in all of us . . . that we may let her or him play today and tomorrow and every day!

Merry Season!!

Fawn

Moon Morning

Ms Claritynow — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:11:00 GMT

Moon Morning

Coffee, Gin . . . & Fawn
Playing in snowfall
In the breeze
Everything is possible
Diamonds dripping from bejeweled trees.

Friendships, Love, cold Sunshine
Places lost yet never found
Memories and reflections
Jewels saved for future crowns

Reflections of what was hoped for
Regrets to recount but never change
Acknowledging human frailties
Empowering the truth
. . . Of our divine heritage

By Fawn and Eric
between Oregon and Kentucky
(high school friends . . . writing a poem together)
Moon Morning