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The Folks Have Died … Treasures and Stuff to Process

Whew.

With the passing of our folks, we were left with raw emotions, exhaustion and an estate needing to be dealt with.  A Fambly Circle was called by me, the new ‘Matriarch’.  My  eclectic bunch of siblings deemed me to be so, as the eldest and bossy sister.  Patrick had said, “We always do what you tell us to do, so why stop now!”

Thankfully, we had talked with Mom and Dad, and a couple of key roles were already in place before they passed.  Jake was executor and we as siblings, agreed to sell the house.  The folks had met our Realtor, Liz Timothy, early in the summer, and welcomed her insight and knowledge as to what was best to do for the successful sale – thus the shingles, mentioned in a previous blog.

Our first agreement in our Fambly Circle was to take. a. break.  We needed a time-out from everything – and create a new normal within our personal lives.  Hugs, kisses, tears, laughter and waves “Goodbye”, were exchanged as we departed en masse from the folks driveway.

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“The 7”  

Seven Siblings and Our Folks – Last Christmas Together With Them

A month or so later, we siblings only, “The 7”,  no spouses or significant others, gathered around the folks dining room table.  In honor of the folks, we started with a prayer (I think they were smiling all day long).  We took turns, eldest to youngest, stating one item at a time we wanted from the folks.  ‘Round and ’round we went, some of us bowing out after a few ’rounds … until there was silence and a sigh.  Amazing – no one wanted or had to have – something someone else had asked for.   (Gosh I love this bunch!)

We then put post-it-notes on our stuff – stopped – looked around and realized – we still had a CrAzY amount of stuff to deal with.

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We decided to do a Fambly Auction, with Jake printing up “Grandpa Bucks” in various denominations.  All the Fambly was invited from babies to big people.  Everyone got the same amount of $$ to bid with.  They could combine their $$ with others, if they were hot and heavy into a purchase.  EVERYTHING purchased, had to be hauled out of the house by the end of the weekend.  Including “The 7’s” earlier items.  Jake was the Auctioneer – he was a hoot!

One of my favorite memories – My grandson Declan, was 6 years old.  He had been seriously watching and observing how this ‘bidding game’ was being played.  After a bit, Jake gave a great presentation on the giant tv console in the living room.  Declan piped up, “$10!”.  Jake said, “We’ve got $10 from Declan, do we have $15?”.  Declan yelled “$15!” (He really wanted it!)  Jake smoothed it over and asked for another bid from everyone – once – silence – twice – silence – three times – silence.  “SOLD to Declan for $10!”, declared Jake.  Everyone cheered, Declan jumped up and down, clapping his hands.  “I got it, I really, really got it!!” Jake swept his hands over the TV in the console with a flourish, “This TV, which you can see, fits perfectly inside this beautiful console, Declan just bought.  I’m asking for a bid of $5 … does anyone have a bid?”  There was silence.  “Declan, do you have a bid?”, asked Jake.  “$5!!!”, Declan said with excitement.  “SOLD to DECLAN! for $5”, yelled Jake.  Again, there were cheers from the crazy Fambly crowd!!!!

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After the auction … and helping each other load trailers, vans and trucks, we set a date and agreed to get back together again, as there was still – stuff.  Not as much, but still .. lots and lots of stuff.

Our final clearing was done.  I was grateful to my niece, Nicky, who took care of Mom’s closet.  Many donations to various organizations.  Mom had numerous  books from a Catholic Book Store she once owned, Hosanna House, in downtown Brainerd.  My sister, Kyung, and William, took them all to St. Francis School and donated them to their library.  Rick had a trailer that hauled things to the landfill and things everywhere else.  That felt good!

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The hardest thing for me, when we began this process, was the beginning to do it.  My beginning to do it, was taking one of Mom’s magnets off the refrigerator.  I began to cry.  That was it for that day.  One magnet.  I left and walked across the yard, home.

Now … The house was empty except for a few things for staging. (Sigh)  We cleaned it up and had a showing.  It looked ‘dated’ was the comment from a potential buyer.  Mom liked wallpaper.  Mom liked being creative with how she hung wallpaper.  Mom liked wallpaper alot.  Colors needed to go – so did the wallpaper.  I stripped wallpaper like crazy.  Then, started to paint.  My brother, Patrick came and helped me paint … it was sad, but felt good.

The house was being filled with new light and open to new life.

…. And Sold!  Thanks, Liz!

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I love my Fambly.  We are an odd bunch, with various quirks, gifts and talents.  Love is the thread that weaves us together, holding frayed edges in place, circling together when it’s time to play or work or grieve.

My encouragement to you … Take your time when you lose someone(s).  Feel your emotions.  Be sad.  Angry.  Afraid.  Lonely.  Let them come out, don’t stuff them.  You will get waves of emotions and memories popping up unexpectedly.  It’s part of the grieving.  There is no time-line for grieving.  Take breaks.  Breathe different air.  Surround yourself with softness, kindness, understanding, forgiveness and most of all Love.  Be with people.  Be alone.  Ask for help.  Drink water.  Lots and lots of water. More tears – more water.  Remember to breathe.  Remember to eat.  Sleep.  Walk.  Walking is good.  Go to church.  Don’t go to church.  Lean on people when you need to.  Be gentle with yourself.  In your gentleness,  in your quiet time, peace will come.  In time.  God does not leave.

Thank you for sharing this walk with me. Wow, it continues to be a journey.

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The Summer of Love & Death … A Wedding!

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My brother, Mike, and bride, Dawn.

Mom was so excited for Mike and Dawn to be married!   It was time!  They had been happily together for 6 years.  Dawn brought Mom with her when she bought her wedding dress.  What fun they had!  It was a special time for Mom and Dawn.   There was a perfect space in a closet at the folks, to store it safe and sound.  That way Mike couldn’t sneak a peek!

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A big concern Mom had, was getting an annulment with the Catholic Church, before they were married.  Despite Mike and Dawn’s attempts in trying to do this, it wasn’t going to happen.  They talked with a Pastor and found out there is a time-frame of 9 months to 2 years for the annulment process to be completed, and just because one goes through the process, does not mean you will get one.  The cost of it, not a huge deal, was enough to add another piece of angst in the midst of things.  There was also Mom’s time-frame.  Her lung cancer diagnosis and hospice, was definitely speeding up the wedding date.

Mike was beginning to feel overwhelmed and worried.  Both he and Dawn wanted the folks to be pleased.  Mike came over and talked to me (I’m the big sister),  expressing concern, not knowing how this wedding was going to happen.  They simply loved each other and it was hard having it be so difficult – on so many levels.  I asked him if he trusted me – of course he said yes – it’s the ‘Big Sis’ thing!  I became a licensed Wedding Officiant/Minister through the Universal Life Church and our local county.  I would work with them on a beautiful ceremony and file their wedding license.  Then … Dawn, Mike and I talked with the folks, explaining it would be a legal wedding and spiritual … and at some point in time, Mike and Dawn could go through the annulment process and get the marriage blessed in the Catholic Church.  All in all, it was a special conversation and the wedding was on!

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Jake was on the music, Rochelle was on the flowers, Mike was on the venue – Lum Park, Tim was on set-up, Rick was on tools and electrical stuff, Patrick and Darlene were on host/hostessing, Nicky and William were on photography.  Laura, Jake’s wife was on helping us all be cool, calm and collected – ’cause that’s how Laura is.  We-all were on food.  Kyung was still on her work gig/assignment in Africa.

In the midst of all of this, the folks were getting new shingles on the roof.  Mom would ask me to go out and see how it was looking.  Check on the guys, make sure they had enough water …. She enjoyed all the activity.  In spite of her determination, Mom’s breathing was becoming  more labored.  She was using oxygen all the time.  Her strength was weakening.  We all loved her hospice nurse, Kelly.  She and Mom had a very special relationship.  One day, Kelly said we were going to have to look at a different way for Mom to be at the wedding.  Outside was not an option.  I sat close to Mom and told her, she would have the best seat in the house – either with live video – or in heaven.  The boys would know how to set the video stuff up, and some of us would be at the house with her and some would be at Lum Park.

Going outside with Kelly, she said the cancer was progressing much faster than we thought it would.  It was time to call Kyung home.  I needed to tell Mom.  One of the hardest things I’ve ever done.  Then Dad.  Then the rest of the Fambly.  Then close friends.  Life is real.  So is death.

There was talk of having the folks renew their wedding vows with Mike and Dawn. The wedding date moved up and in the house with Mom and Dad.  Kyung arrived. It was early evening.  She and Mom had precious hours talking and being together.  The very next morning, Mom began her journey to heaven.  The wedding would wait.  Her life was celebrated, with tears and joy.

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The next weekend – was The Wedding.  I was nervous about being the Celebrant/Officiant and hoped it would go over ok. The preparation with Mike and Dawn was so special and included both her Mom and our Mom in the ceremony.  When we were finished, Dad’s home-care nurse came up to me and said Dad wanted to talk to me.  I took some deep breaths … knelt down in front of him in his wheel chair … he took my hands and with tears in his eyes, he said it was a beautiful ceremony, he was so proud of me and it was a job well done.  Oh my goodness … MY prayers were answered!

Yes … Mike and Dawn are living happily-ever-after.

And Mom … Still has the best seat in the house!

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Fambly Wedding Photo – Cheers to Mike & Dawn!

A week after Mom’s funeral and a week before Dad’s.

Mom’s Story                Dad’s Story

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The Summer of Love and Death Continues … Dad is Dying

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Dad’s last visit to Camp Confidence

With some of the ‘Fambly’ …

And Jeff Olson and Mary Harder – They are part of our Heart Fambly & Camp Confidence 

The Sunday after Mom’s funeral, some of us kids were sitting at the breakfast table with Dad.  He cleared his throat, which he did when he was nervous, and told us, he was not going into the clinic in the morning for dialysis.  He was done.  He was tired.  He was ready to die.  He would follow Mom to heaven.  We knew this was coming, but, like my brother Patrick shared with me later – it was like a bomb going off in our hearts.

There were 5 things he wanted before he died:

  1. Be at son Mike and Dawn’s Wedding – Yes, we had a wedding in between Mom and Dad’s dying.  I was Officiating and Fambly was planning this celebration, too.
  2. To talk with Father Walsh and ask him to do his funeral (and convert us kids back to the Catholic Church!).
  3.  Connect with Mike O’Rourke from the Brainerd Dispatch, who had been asking to do one last interview with Dad about founding Camp Confidence/Confidence Learning Center.
  4. Take a bunch of the Fambly out to Camp Confidence for one. last. look.  Sharing memories and stories … Wow, THAT was a beautiful day.
  5. A BBQ Rib Dinner with all the sides!  (And his favorite cocktail – or two).

Whew …

Later that day, I took a break and headed to my apartment across the yard.  I needed quiet meditation time, and asked God for wisdom and support, as I was feeling exhausted and over-whelmed.

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Deep into meditation, I heard the word ‘Ezekiel’ … in a soft whisper.  Minutes later, again ‘Ezekiel’, and the 3rd time, in a normal speaking voice.

I opened my eyes … expecting to see someone – well, Ezekiel – but I didn’t.

I sat quietly … Ezekiel … hmmm.  I felt a comfort – something I really needed – Thanks, God … Thanks, Ezekiel – whoever you are.  I trusted the comfort I felt and was grateful for it.

I didn’t know anything about Ezekiel, so I looked him up!  Ezekiel is a Hebrew priest and prophet of the sixth century B.C. His name means: God will strengthenThat was reassuring – I needed all the strength and support I could get.

The next day, I walked across the yard to spend time with Dad and visit with Fambly.  He was in his recliner in the living room – “Hi, Daddy-o!” I said, with a kiss on his cheek.  “Hi Deb!  Say, I’ve been thinking and we’ve got to get my funeral put together, will you help me?”  I didn’t well up in tears, I remembered Ezekiel: God will strengthen.  I didn’t gasp.  God will strengthen.  Dad was clear with what he wanted, and asked me for help.  I took a breath, God will strengthen, and let it out.  I smiled and said, “You bet!  Let’s do this!”

The priest was called, the local parish was notified and the funeral home was given a ‘heads-up’.  Special people came to visit.  Once again, stories and laughter filled the house.  Wedding plans were being delegated, Dad still was beating Patrick at cribbage … We kids agreed to have Jake contact a neighbor in the cities who made pine boxes for his casket.  (I/We had suggested Dad make us Pine Boxes for Christmas Gifts, as every year he had to come up with a new idea for all 7 of us kids … Mom nixed that idea!)  Even though Dad was dying, there was a lighter air and not so sad as when Mom was crossing over.  He was very ready to go.

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There came a day we thought he was going off to bed and sleep his way to heaven. We took turns being with him.  I remember him opening his eyes hours later and looked at me, kind of confused … I smiled and said, “Hi there … Nope, Daddy-o, you’re not in heaven, yet!”  Then, he asked if there were any ribs left?!  Seriously, he never followed protocol, so why start now!!??

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Dad’s time had come – for real this time.

We called everyone together and gathered around.  I climbed in bed with him, Patrick shared ‘The Lord is My Shepard‘ by heart, and then we started to sing his favorite songs.  We got to Edelweiss and Dad took his last breath – we thought.  I had my hand on his heart – it had stopped.  Then he opened his eyes and took one LOUD BIG last breath – we all JUMPED!! – Jake boisterously started back in song, “Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever …..”  (Some things you never forget).  I started laughing and crying at the same time.  Dad was a kidder and a prankster – and he ‘got us good’ on that one.  I could see Mom taking his arm as he was chuckling on his way, saying, “Ok, Dick, that’s enough now, come along!”

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It was one awesome funeral!

We were wrapped in Holy, Precious Moments as we shared this time together.

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Thanks Mom and Dad … Without you … We would not BE FAMBLY.

With a Grateful Heart.

Your Daughter,

Debbie

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A Summer of Love & Death – Mom

It was a tough summer for our ‘Fambly’.

It was a summer of Love.

Both my folks were dying …

Let me share about our Mom …

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Mom, Dad & The Big Kids

“Fambly”

We, Fambly = Mom & Dad, 7 Siblings/Spouses/Significant Others/Children & Little Children, filled the consult room, waiting for the oncologist to talk with us and share Mom’s diagnosis.  It was the day after Mother’s Day.  Apprehension, faith and love were holding us together like a superglue.  Mom had lung cancer.  The wonderful oncologist, tenderly held Mom’s hands, looked her directly in the eyes, and said with her permission, Hospice would be contacted that day.  It took our breath away.

Life is real.

In 2 months, she was gone.

Before she left … We sang to her, shared silly stories … maybe a secret or two.  We painted our toenails with her.  She had a dress to show us girls – she hoped wouldn’t be ‘too fancy’ for her funeral!  The rosary was prayed.  We cried.  Lots and LOTS of tears.  A Priest came to visit.  Mom and my little brother, Jake, planned the music for her funeral – so special. (He was amazing singing through. it. all.  Making Mom proud ’till the very end!!).

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In the middle of the night, she left us.  We were with her.  Dad made it very clear he wanted to be with her at her last breath.

Everything became still. 

Silent. 

Peace-filled.

Before we called the funeral home, we made a Fambly Circle. (Every night after supper, Mom would have us go around the table and say something we were thankful for.)  In our circle of love for Mom, we each shared a story, or something we were grateful for, or got in trouble with/lesson learned – ’cause life is real with Mom.  More tears, then laughter!!  After we shared, we started singing some of her favorite songs – someone(s) got out their phones to get all the words right!  We ended with Silent Night … the harmony so precious.

 

It was a silent, holy night …

We love you, Mom!

(She’s still dropping feathers to say ‘Hello’!)

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With Love and a Grateful Heart,

Your Daughter,

Debbie

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“Skippy” … A Soul Connection

 

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I’m sharing stories I’ve personally experienced with connections to Spirit and the affirmations they bring into my life and the lives of clients.  In doing so, I hope you recognize ways God/Spirit is connecting with you.  Little signs of intuition, a premonition, a whisper or a nudge, a sign of synchronicity, a dream … there are many ways we are shown signs that can protect us, reassure us, or bring us peace.

I understand – ‘Oh, that’s just your imagination!’, ‘Don’t go there ….’, ‘Are you kidding me?’!  I’ve thought those things, too.  Over the years, these connections have become a part of my life.  Sometimes, a part of someone else’s life ….

Skippy …

Before a client comes, I settle into quiet meditation/prayer.  It helps me bring into greater awareness of Spirit/God and the client coming in.  One early afternoon, after centering/quiet time with a client, I began my energy session with her on the massage table.  I had barely started, and in my mind’s eye, there was a smallish brown mutt of a dog that was jumping on my leg and then jumping and skipping around the table – one energetic little mutt, for sure.  Sometimes, he jumped high enough to reach the top of the massage table – and did his best to distract me.  I was just beginning to be brave enough to share things I ‘saw’ with clients – but that day, I wasn’t brave enough and didn’t say anything to her about it.  We finished our time together and she left.

A few weeks later, she came in for another session.  Guess what?  The little brown mutt of a dog was back.  I knew from the last time, this little guy was going to be persistent.  It was obvious, he wanted to be seen AND acknowledged.  I took a breath, and told my client I had something to share with her and she could take it or leave it – no worries there!  Then I told her about this little brown mutt of a dog, skipping around the table like crazy.  She burst into tears.  She shared her story – a bit of it summed up here – When she was a little girl growing up, she had a little brown mutt.  They loved each other to pieces.  That dog went with her, everywhere.  He listened to her stories, he knew her friends and family, he knew her secrets, he knew her best of anyone.  He was her faithful companion, indeed.  And …

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… His name was Skippy.

I laughed out loud!  Skippy – of course!!

She was so happy to know he was there with her.  For the rest of the session, Skippy sat calmly on the floor.  No more jumping and skipping around.  There was just a wonderful sense of contentment and quiet joy – for both of them.

Skippy never made his presence known to me after that.  And, it’s ok.  It was the first time an animal had ‘come through’ for me.  I’m so grateful, I threw fear out the window. It was important I shared seeing Skippy with my client.

It was a gift for all 3 of us.

Skippy was a Soul Connection for her.  Yes, he is her dog.  And, it’s ok …

Spirit/God doesn’t limit love and connections with only people!

As I’ve shared in the past, stories connect us, and help us realize how amazing life is on so many levels.  You may get nudges, or hear the whispers of Spirit/God, you may not.  I don’t know when/if I will get insight, or a word, or image on any given day, week, month. It’s ok.  We’re all here, sharing the journey … quirky and amazing as it is!

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

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Premonitions/Intuition … Whispers of Spirit

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I was 14 years old when I had my first experience with premonitions or huge intuitive insight.  I remember the exact moment it happened.  I was playing on a hill by the lakeside with my little sister, Anna.  I remember the bump in the hill, the dress and sweater she was wearing and her laughter.  She was 20 months old, and after 4 brothers … it was such joy to have a little sister!  In a flash there was a knowing … she was going to drown … and the flash was gone.  Her smiling face and twinkling eyes at that moment, are embedded in my heart forever.  It scared me.  I held her close.  It was not going to happen – I was going to make sure she would always be safe.  We were mindful of living on the lake and would give a shout out to Mom – “Heading down to the lake!”  “Heading to the dock!”  “Tossing a line out – gonna catch some sunnies!”  “Going to jump in and cool off!”  It was part of lake life, keeping in touch with heading down to the lake.

Anna did drown.  Less than a month later.  No matter how attentive I was, how I watched her like a hawk … it didn’t matter, she was gone.  The pain felt, was devastating.  Even writing this … all the emotions, the smells, the air, the sounds of wailing, come back in an instant.  I felt responsible.  No matter the compassion and understanding my folks gave me, trying to explain it was an accident, nobody’s fault – no blame.  I loved my folks for that, although it took a long time for me to see it their way.

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What I came to realize … is there is a bigger plan.  Anna’s plan was 20 months.  Pure joy and love given to all of us.  Then, because of Anna dying,  our sister, Kyung, came into our lives.  We adopted her from Korea at nearly one year of age, with the last of the siblings, little brother Jake, born a month later.  Here I share a bit about the amazing woman she is!

What I believe about premonitions and intuition … For me, they are a way for Spirit/God to give me a ‘heads-up’.  I think subconsciously, having this premonition or intuitive insight, helped me to survive.  It has also let me know, there are only certain things in life we have control over.  I did not have control over Anna dying.  I only have control over how I choose to see this event – her life – in my life.  I choose to see her as a gift.  And her gift to us … Kyung!

I am open to the ‘heads-up’, quiet knowing Spirit/God is willing to share with me.  Sometimes, it is fun … I’ll share more next time!

As an Energy Worker, the 6th Chakra is your Intuition, the center of your forehead sometimes referred to as your 3rd Eye, your 6th Sense.  Meditation, prayer, listening is a way to hear the “Whispers of Spirit/God”, guiding  and supporting you in love …

What have been some premonitions or intuitive knowings you have experienced?

Wishing you gentle ‘Whispers of Spirit’.

Namaste

Debbie

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That Odd Little Word … Chakra!

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Wheels of Energy Throughout Our Body

In my last blog, I shared how I came to be an Energy Worker, and talked about wheels of energy called Chakras flowing (or not) in our bodies.  I realized, when I first heard about Chakras, I was taken aback because it came from ancient Hindu, Buddhism and Taoism wisdom and teachings …  Far removed from my upbringing as a Catholic and very foreign to me.  Sometimes, we fear what we don’t understand, and sometimes we’re told it’s wrong to delve into things that don’t fit into the line of particular religious teachings.  In that respect, my limited understanding is – it opens the door for evil to enter – it is not ‘Of God’ – ‘The bible says …’ – ‘The catechism says …’.  All shared in good faith and protection of one’s soul – and I have had my share of comments, concerns and anonymous letters to protect my soul and save me from the perils of hell.  I understand where these kind souls are coming from … and it’s ok.

We are each responsible for our own walk in life.  My walk has led me, through my quiet meditation time with God/Spirit, to an awareness of these energy centers, called Chakras.  I feel them, sense them in myself and in others.

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Our bodies are filled with energy – everything miraculously working together to carry us and our Spirit through life.  Besides our bodies, we have thoughts, emotions and the Spiritual part of ourselves, that make up our whole “Being”.  All of this is energy.  It’s ebbing and flowing every minute of every day.  We can sense when someone comes into a room, we can often sense the mood they are in.  No words needed.  We feel their energy.  When someone leaves, or company goes home after a gathering, or someone dies, we feel the emptiness.  When someone is suffering, we can often feel their pain – and they may be miles away.  It is their energy.  We send them good thoughts, we send them prayers, we send good vibes, we hold them in our hearts.  This is energy flowing between us.  Soul connections.  Heart connections.  Spirit connections.  For me it’s God who’s got this all going.  Divine.  Sacred.  Universal.  Miraculous.  Precious.  Love.  Along with … Pain.  Suffering.  Loss.  Fear.  Anger. Control.  Mistakes.  Forgiveness.  And more Love.  All of this carries energy.  Lots and lots of energy.

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Sometimes energy flows and sometimes it gets stuck.  When energy gets stuck, we don’t feel well, do we?  The stuck energy can affect any one of our organs, how we breathe, how we sleep, and how we communicate with others.  We can feel grounded, safe, secure, or float-y, not able to trust or focus.  We can feel creative or blah,  confident or insecure – not able/or willing to trust our gut.  We can love and receive love, or close ourselves off from love, because we don’t want to be hurt.  We can speak our truth – or not – for fear of what others might feel, think, or say about us, or to us.  We might have flashes of intuition, where we just understand something with no need for conscious explanations, simply, a quiet knowing.  We’re open – or not – to Spirit/God and the support and guidance we are given as we walk this path called Life.  This …. all of this … is energy.  Impacting our Chakras.  Not scary.  Just real Life.  We live with these ebb and flow energies every day.  In our own unique ways.  Because that’s how we roll, we were created as individuals and no one walks our path but us.  This is the energy I work with my clients = Life.

Wisdom is wisdom.  It carries Truth through time.  Past, present and future, wisdom is supportive and thought provoking.  Wisdom came with creation – call it ancient – and will follow us through the end of time.  I look at the goodness it brings, the support it provides and the lessons it teaches.  I am grateful I was open to the confirmation I was feeling with my clients and their energies – and the link and understanding of the 7 Charkas.   I’m glad I listened to God/Spirit and was brave enough to walk through that door!  The blessings that have unfolded over the years, are countless.

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Here’s my sense of the 7 basic Chakras – Energy Centers in your body and the wisdom carried with them.  I’m not going into details with this … this is a blog, not a book!!  ; )

  1. Root Chakra – base of your spine – supports your basic needs – food, clothing, shelter – security, trust and stability. Color/Red
  2. Sacral – below your belly button and above your pubic bone – sexuality and creative expression.  Color/Orange.
  3. Solar Plexus – stomach – personal power – trusting your gut.  Color/Yellow
  4.  Heart – bridges our body with our mind, emotions and Spirit.  It’s our love and the connections we have with each other and a conduit to healing.  Color/Green
  5. Throat – communicating and speaking our Truth.  Color/Blue/Turquoise.
  6. 3rd Eye – Center of forehead.  Intuition/Awareness.  Color/Indigo Blue
  7. Crown – Top of head.  Spiritual Connection to God, ourselves and others.  Color/Purple

I like pictures … so here you go!  Sitting, standing, walking, skipping, sleeping … you don’t need to be sitting yogi style to recognize the energy of Chakras in your body!

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The beauty of you.  The beauty of all of us.

We all want to trust – ourselves and others.  We are sexual beings with creative juices running.  We practice the wisdom Life teaches us, and trust our gut to keep us from making a wrong move.  We desire love, give love, share love and with love, there is healing.  We communicate in many ways, trying our best to speak our truth.  Intuition is a gift – we all have – it’s trusting and practicing it!  Spirituality is our blanket, encompassing our Being while we’re here on earth, listening to the wisdom, affirmation and guidance God gives us and receiving all embracing Love.

People have asked about being Catholic – I’m not a practicing Catholic, any more.  I’m grateful for the foundation and faith I have because of being raised Catholic.  Honestly, I’m not playing within their many rules, so it’s best to be me … and continue my walk with the Love, compassion and faith I share, knowing God is present – always.  For those concerned about my eternal well-being … I’ve nearly died, and through that time, there was clarity and peace.  I know, no matter what, it’s all ok … God’s love and being true to who I am, while I’m still here … is what matters!

And so … I continue to enjoy my clients, my time with them, and the wonderful things that unfold.  If you feel off-kilter, seek a recommended Energy Worker in your area.  Personal references are the best.  Trust your gut when meeting someone new, if you are not comfortable with them, it’s ok to say so and leave. (Really – this is for ANY situation in life!!)

Thank you for following along with me!  I hope you have a better understanding about Chakras and Energy.  Until next time …  Wishing you peace and joy.

Namaste

Debbie

www.debendres.com