March 1, 2010
For the Beloved
“Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.” Marcus Tullius Cicero
Dear Gentle Seekers,
I ask you to witness this sharing received this month from Mary and encourage you to share your own story of inspiration concerning your personal journey with grief, loss and transition. We believe in the SOL community that the act of writing/journaling and the sharing of our stories is a tool for effective healing. Topic do not have to be related to the death of a loved one (although many do) and have included in the past issues sharings concernings the loss of relationships including divorce, trauma recovery and victimization, livings with addictions, natural disaster and accidents and living with disease including terminal illnesses.
For my Beloved
I have witnessed the death of a loved one three times in my life. Each time, I chose to be there and would have had it no other way. What will you choose? Grief can be so overwhelming, perhaps too much for some....
And then God takes over and I become strong. I have a mission to accomplish. This death is going to happen whether I want it to or not, so I might as well stay alert and loving and helpful, because my time will come some day. What would I want? For me there is no other way... stay and love. Today I can speak of my most recent loss.
I entered the hospital room of a loved one who had chosen Comfort Care Only, giving up a long fight for recovery. He did not share with me that he had decided this. I figured it out when I walked into the room that morning and saw the hospice quilt. I could see in a flash what was happening: tube feeding disconnected, large uneaten tray of food on the bedside table, IV equipment gone, room moved to the end of the hallway. Lungs filling up with fluid faster than his body could cough it up. And that ominous quilt, made by volunteers that I happened to know was a hospice tradition to comfort the dying and their loved ones. In one flash minute my mind had to digest all of this, knowing I had not been consulted or even alerted to this change; not by the staff or family, because we were not married. And not by him, for reasons unknown. This was not to be just another cheerful get-well visit, today. And in that moment of realization, God took over for me.
“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” Henry Van Dyke
I could have gotten angry for being left out. But instead, I was thankful intuition told me to visit him that day. I could have asked him why, but instead I said "I am honored to be with you on this day." I could have discussed the situation, asked him how he could have given up his fight so soon. But words were no longer necessary. He had made up his mind. And he was already declining. I could have done a lot of things, like running blindly down the hall and back to my car. But instead I did what was best, without even thinking how to go about it. That is unusual for me.... live in the moment...treasure every split second...be grateful for whatever you have... use your intuition...those are not my usual modes of operation.
So I promised him I'd stay by his side to the end. I became his eyes when he could no longer open them. I became his voice when he could no longer whisper. I spoke words I knew he would have said. I held his hand. I rubbed his feet. I stroked his forehead. I asked for more pain medication for him when it was needed. I sat next to the bed where he could sense my presence. I spoke of all the wonderful times we had shared. I said "Thank you." I said "I Love You," perhaps 1,000 times in those 24 hours. But looking back, my acceptance of this situation, and my silence about it, spoke the greatest words of love, I am sure.
I counted his breaths. I watched him diminish. I was brave. I stayed composed. I spoke of how I hoped my life would go, and how I would never forget him. I sang love songs softly. I described in vivid detail to him the night sky from the hospital window, seven stories above the ground of twinkling city lights, and thousands of light years below the stars. I felt peace. I thanked God I had known to visit this day, and that I had nowhere else I had to be. I thanked God again for allowing the beautiful solitude the hospice team gave us, and that no visitors came at all. Visitors who might shriek and wail and speak ungracious words.
And he was my gallant knight to the very end. He nodded a silent reply in response to my every declaration of love. He shook his head "yes" with every happy thought I shared. And finally when he could no longer communicate, his fingers still squeezed mine with love.
The night was long. My body knows when it needs to stay awake, even without sustenance. Then the nurses brought me nourishment of food and love. They made a bed for me by the window. But I chose to keep my vigil next to his bed. We spent our last 24 hours together in that room, and I fell in love with him all over again, standing at his deathbed. I learned unconditional love. I told him we would meet again in the constellations, and that it was ok to let go now. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, he did just that. Then I stayed with his body four more hours, until he was taken away to the morgue. That helped me process what I had just witnessed. Where had that beautiful soul, that had graced the earth longer than most, gone? Food for thought...
I went home and slept. Then got busy preparing a memorial, taping hundreds of pictures on my wall, and writing a eulogy. One thing led to another. You know how that goes. And all the while I was just thankful that I was honored to escort him to the other side. There was no reason to be lost or to grieve. I had done all I could, and what I didn't do in years past were useless thoughts. I could grieve, or I could celebrate what we had. I had a choice. I decided to celebrate what we had.
It has been a month now, and intuition led me to sort through my e-mail box tonight and find February's unopened issue of Seeking Out The Light. I suppose I had been avoiding it. After all, I was dealing with loss! But I knew it was time to write my story. And I shall cry tonight. Thank you for listening.
So if you are reading this because you have been through a similar experience, or are wondering how you will ever get through the death of a loved one, have no fear. You will know exactly what to do at the appointed time, and everything will happen just as it was always meant to, perhaps even with beauty and dignity. And even if you don't understand that part right now. I promise you, some day soon, you will just know. God bless you! Mary K.
Lynn, PS: And I forgot to add that on my way home from the hospital after he died, just about a mile from my house, a bird flew towards my car and then hovered over the car as I rounded the bend, turning in the direction the car turned, and I was able to look straight up at it just a few feet from me. And I remember thinking "That was my Scott" He was an avid birdwatcher. I looked up the bird in my Audubon book when I got home, and I am sure it was a SharpShinned Hawk, his favorite. Isn't that a miracle? I was so distraught but it was as though he came and said, "I am free, go in peace." You might add that to my story, in a separate paragraph after the "food for thought" comment.
Cheers, again, Mary
“Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can's say and you just walk away... I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the words to say I need you so.” Sarah McLachlan
Coincidences are where you look for them, when you are open to seeing them.
I believe!
Lynn
February 1, 2010
Controlling Restless Thoughts
"People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be." --Abraham Lincoln
Dear Gentle Seekers,
Being in a state of constant bewilderment seemed to be the norm for me, whether I was grieving or not. My life seemed unmanageable and confusion ruled nearly every response. It seemed my life was busy as a result of putting out, controlling and containing and creating my own (and other peoples) fires. Drama ruled. If I wasn't busy with my own traumas, then you could be sure you could find me feeling sorry for myself and victimized on my well-worn pity pot.
I wanted something else. I wanted happiness and serenity. But I couldn't quiet my racing mind long enough to identify what was my happiness, never mind take the steps to start bringing that about. My thoughts paced up and down my brain relentlessly like a caged wild animal. Some days I would be the tiger and pace and some days the rage of unhappiness would cause me to wildly fling myself about and shake the steel bars of my cage like a monkey. This restlessness and confusion did not allow me to see that the door to my cage had always been open. All I had to do was be calm enough to see it, comprehend it and step out.
“The mind can make a heaven out of hell or a hell out of heaven” --John Milton
The Elephant and the Fly
By Remez Sasson www.successconsciousness.com
A disciple and his teacher were walking through the forest. The disciple was disturbed by the fact that his mind was in constant unrest.
He asked his teacher: "Why most people's minds are restless, and only a few possess a calm mind? What can one do to still the mind?"
The teacher looked at the disciple, smiled and said:
"I will tell you a story. An elephant was standing and picking leaves from a tree. A small fly came, flying and buzzing near his ear. The elephant waved it away with his long ears. Then the fly came again, and the elephant waved it away once more".
This was repeated several times. Then the elephant asked the fly:
"Why are you so restless and noisy? Why can't you stay for a while in one place?"
The fly answered: "I am attracted to whatever I see, hear or smell. My five senses pull me constantly in all directions and I cannot resist them. What is your secret? How can you stay so calm and still?"
The elephant stopped eating and said:
"My five senses do not rule my attention. Whatever I do, I get immersed in it. Now that I am eating, I am completely immersed in eating. In this way I can enjoy my food and chew it better. I rule and control my attention, and not the other way around."
Upon hearing these words, the disciple's eyes opened wide and a smile appeared on his face.He looked at his teacher and said:
"I understand! If my five senses are in control of my mind and attention, then my mind is in constant unrest. If I am in charge of my five senses and attention, then my mind becomes calm".
"Yes, that's right", answered the teacher, " The mind is restless and goes wherever the attention is. Control your attention, and you control your mind".
“Restless thoughts, like a deadly swarm of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, but rush upon me thronging.” --John Milton
It is hard work to finally grasp control of ones distracted mind. It's a quest. The ability to seek a solution containing unconditional love and acceptance dangles constantly like a carrot on a stick and just out of reach. I liken it to mountain climbing, small hand holds and slow going, but to get a glimpse of the top, to get the overview of all humanity, to have conquered the noise of grief, well worth the excursion.
You only have to make up your mind and focus on the small steps in the right direction. One moment at a time and then string those moments together. For me it steadied my hand and mind to write it, to share it with others. That is what this blog is all about - sharing what works for me and listening to what you share with others through these pages. It's been months since I've heard from anyone with a sharing and in the next blog I will focus again on appealing to you to share what worked for you.
“We are restless because of incessant change, but we would be frightened if change were stopped” --Lyman Lloyd Bryson
Coincidences are where you look for them, when you are open to seeing them.
I believe!
Lynn
January 1, 2010
Dear Gentle Seekers,
The Nature of Zero (or nothing)
"... Zero in a sense is not actually a number at all, just a mark representing the absence of number. It is perhaps for this reason, and the horror many theologians had of it, that nothing took such a long time to emerge as something at all, and in quite a few sensible cultures it never did.
The circular form that 'nothing' assumed reflected the indentation left in sand when a pebble used for counting is removed. Thus our modern zero, inherited from the Indians, began as the visible trace of something no longer there.
Like one, zero probes the borderline between absence and presence. In early mathematical treatises it is referred to as Sunya, meaning 'void'.
It is perhaps appropriate that our zero takes the form of a circle, itself a symbol of one, and that our 'one' takes the form of a short line between two points. Each number contains the seed of its successor within it..."
- Miranda Lundy 'Sacred Number - the secret qualities of quantities' Wooden Books.
I am a visual soul. I have a hard time relating to abstract ideas like grief unless I can get a picture in my minds eye. Miraculously, when I read the above statement about an indentation left in sand, it struck me as a truth so profound for my continuing education surrounding the process of grieving. In a sense, the hollow created by the absent stone, completed a concept left hanging midair.
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" now has a visual meaning and 'pinch me - is it real' proof that what we long for in our hearts was indeed something we had not imagined, and proof was left by the indent in the sand, much like the indent that is left upon our hearts when we incur a loss. The impression lingers there.
Zero is a vacuum. A nothingness that for me became tangible by the evidence of it imprint. Like a footprint, the transition of a relationship into a void, leaves marks upon the surface.
The statement also reflects on the continuality of zero, of a single line bent to touch on both ends, becoming the form of a circle, a concept explored in the pages of SOL more than once. It leads me to research of very nature and meaning of zero on the eve that will start a new year with 2 zeros and the start of a new decade.
In astrology, Zero is ruled by the planet Pluto, and Pluto gives zero many transforming and regenerating qualities. It has a lot of depth and intensity. In cultural references, zero symbolizes the Void or non-being in Taoism; a void and no-thingness in Buddhism; Kabbalism interpret zero as boundless, limitless light--the Ain and in Islam zero is the divine essence. In dream interpretation work, a circle represents the psychological meaning of zero, the circle being a symbol for the wholeness of self. A mystical meaning reveals that to dream of naught indicates wasted energy and a change of direction may be necessary.
Zero is a powerful number, which brings great transformational change, sometimes occurring profoundly with much intensity. Zero as an empty circle depicts both the nothingness of death and yet the totality of life contained within the lines. Zero can be viewed as an ellipse-the two sides represent ascent and descent as a planets shadow crosses another planet-the shape made by the waxing and waning (or rather that lack of light) of the moon.
And so the countdown to a new year begins as I send this final blog out for 2009. We all started with an indentation in our hearts and soul, but at a new beginning. My wish for you is that you find all the hope, comfort and love you need starting today, as we all cross over into a new decade together as a circle of understanding.
May 2010 find all of you safe and on your journey towards being whole
Coincidences are where you look for them, when you are open to seeing them.
I believe!
Lynn
December 1, 2009
Attitude and Gratitude
What kind of trail do you leave?
Dear Gentle Seekers,
“Every person has the power to make others happy.
Some do it simply by entering a room --
others by leaving the room.
Some individuals leave trails of gloom;
others, trails of joy.
Some leave trails of hate and bitterness;
others, trails of love and harmony.
Some leave trails of cynicism and pessimism;
others trails of faith and optimism.
Some leave trails of criticism and resignation;
others trails of gratitude and hope.
What kind of trails do you leave?” William Arthur Ward
When we are sad or fearful, we tend to give off our sad or fearful ‘vibes’ to those around us. Under equal circumstances, this negative energy is exchanged between humans and the experience becomes less than we had hoped for. Our friend, who came to cheer us up, leaves without feeling they have been helpful and we don’t feel any better from the visit.
I have a friend who I use to dread being with because of our history of negative energy exchanges. This negativity came to be through a series of losses and our combined grief was great and long lasting. When we got together, it was draining for both of us and we got together less often as a result of no longer feeling happy in each other’s company. My personal learning about loss and my efforts to find the pathway to a joyous life caused me to discuss my feelings with them one day. Together we decided that we needed to change our attitudes and act like we were happy to be together and have made a conscience effort to put forth positive thoughts and action into our friendship. Yes, I’m happy to report that even if you fake happiness, it does chase the blues away.
“Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.”Denis Waitley
As corny as it sounds, this time of the year one cannot help but to think of the circumstances, things and people for which they must give thanks. It can be as simple as a sunrise or as complicated as a warm place to be, but it must happen for an attitude of gratitude to enter your being and inject positive change and energy into your life. Sure there are still lots of worries to think about, but things and circumstances like the economy are things we as individuals are not likely to change without and change to our attitudes.
I start small in the morning. I first thank the God of my understanding for another day of a sunrise, moving on to letting the feelings of gratitude for the ability to see and move, the warmth of a dog plastered against my body, fill me further, before I even get out of bed. Throughout the day, I try to take the time to notice the good things, the fact that I have food in my home (although it may not always be the fancy stuff I crave), the sturdy home I live in, the fact I have hot water and a sewage system (Imagine a life without hot water or soap or cleanliness that others live in daily), and that I live in relative safety, are some of the things I’m aware of that increase my capability to be aware of the things I am grateful for.
“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” Melody Beattie
Being aware of the good things that surround me with the positive energy created by gratitude, I do live a more joyous life. I try to live a life of ‘it is enough’ and not drive myself insane with thoughts and worries about not ‘having enough.’ It is exactly what I am supposed to have. I am working on the concept of living rather than making a living, alongside many others experiencing the same thoughts.
“I have learned that some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet are those who have suffered a traumatic event or loss. I admire them for their strength, but most especially for their life gratitude - a gift often taken for granted by the average person in society.” Sasha Azeved
Coincidences are where you look for them, when you are open to seeing them.
I believe!
Lynn
“People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them” George Bernard Shaw
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A lesson of Perspective
Corn and Nightshade
November 1, 2009
Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” George Bernard Shaw
Dear Gentle Seekers,
I got my park back yesterday.
Where I walk my dogs is a State Park. This park is inhibited by campers and other summer people during warm weather and sadly, the dogs are not allowed to mix with campers, for the justified fear of cooler raiding by the pets. So, six months of the year, dog walkers are not allowed in the campgrounds and must stay leashed and on the road.
As usual, I embraced going back to the campgrounds with a mixture of sadness and joy. I am a creature of routine; I love equally either being in the campground or being limited to the road, but loathe the transition from one to the other.
There are unique benefits to both. In the campground in the winter, my pets can go off leash and the likelihood of meeting other dog walkers diminishes and for the most part I am left alone with my thoughts. In the winter I can 'think' more while walking.
But I miss the social interaction of the summer walking. Daily, the dogs and I are greeted by the guard at the gate and by the many seasonal workers and fellow nature lovers, as we pass by. The route the walkers take is a single road in and the same road out, so we must pass each other and stop to chat for a moment.
Every six months for about a week during the transition, I get moody and miss whatever routine I have just changed from. It will happen again in the spring, when I must walk the road again and I'll be tweaked that I can no longer be alone with my thoughts and have to join the social chitchat of the season. Yesterday, I felt isolated and alone.
That was the topic for my thoughts yesterday. Why do I get so tweaked and unbalanced when I change my routine? I didn't change... only my routine. I remembered this story:
A farmer has several acres, and it’s good, fertile land. The land doesn’t care if the farmer plants or not, land is content whether it is forest, desert or fields. Fertile land gives a farmer a choice; he can plant in that land whatever he decides. The land does not choose whether it is planted, the farmer does.
The farmer has two seeds – one is corn, the other is nightshade, a deadly poison. He digs two little holes in the earth and he plants both seeds – one corn, the other nightshade. The farmer waters and takes care of the soil...and both corn and nightshade grow.
The land doesn’t care. It will grow poison just as easily as it will grow corn.
Life and the human mind, is like the land. It doesn't care if you plant corn or nightshade, it will grown either with proper attention. The difference is only what you plant. The difference is within what you, the farmer, want to get out of it. The human condition is the same.
“Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.” Samuel Lover
So, if you're down and troubled and have a negative attitude, your life, like your land, will produce poisonous plants. Black clouds will follow you and dump drama and grief in your lap.
Sometimes, regardless of how much healing we have accomplished, we still get caught up in the challenges life offers. It's not always easy to maintain a positive attitude. This has been a difficult month for me personally, and it wasn't until yesterday when I started writing for this blog that I remembered the story of the farmer and his land. It reminds me that my attitude is what I plant. If I expect things to be difficult my expectations are sure to be met, since I am planting nightshade with my outlook. If I work at planting good attitudes and look for the joys and water the little things of happiness - they grow into strong attitudes of happiness and pretty soon I recapture my serenity.
Coincidences are where you look for them, when you are open to seeing them.
I believe!
Lynn
“People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them” George Bernard Shaw
Seeking Light is All about Attracting Energies
Attractive Energy as A Spiritual Responsibility
October 1, 2009
Dear Gentle Seekers,
Have you ever met someone to whom you instantly gravitated? Someone, who by his or her very nature was positive and upbeat and seemed to stand out in a crowd as magnetic? If you’ve been following the theories related to the Power of Attraction, you are already aware that the attraction you feel is a result of the positive energy coming from that person. You are also aware that unless you have an intent to be positive, you would not find a positively charged person attractive. Positive energy attracts positive energy, and logically negative energy attracts more negativity.
I have been told over the last couple years that I am inspirational and been called a healer. People have commented that the timing of these blogs are just the very thing they needed and want to know ‘how do I do it’ so accurately? How is it that I ‘know’ what they need? Usually I smile and humbly thank the person for their feedback and go on my way without much thought, but lately I’ve been pausing and pondering my responsibility for remaining a beacon for others to be inspired by. Why are these blogs universally what SOL Seekers seems to need? What is my role suppose to be? Is SOL part of my destiny and more than a temporary part of my journey? Are people really attracted to my healing energy and light?
Perhaps the answer is simply we are all human beings, with the same needs and desires. No one person is 'better' than another, they’re simply in a different state of what I call ‘light.’ Being inspirational was not something I set out to achieve. I never intended to do more than simply share what helped me and I certainly had no interest in being a healer. All my original intentions were indeed selfish; I felt depressed and lousy most of the time and simply wanted to feel happier about my life and myself. I wanted what we all want – to feel joyful and content. I was endlessly tired of grieving what never happened or what should have happened. I piled one unhappy life event on top of another, until I was so totally lost in the complication of years of unhappiness.
For me, to achieve and maintain a state of positive healing energy, I had to clear a lot of stinking thinking out of my head. There was shame, anger and outright rage as well as the common bedfellows of hurt, fear and low self-esteem. The committee of imaginary voices usually contradicted each other and left behind confusion and denial. I searched libraries of self help books – you know the ones where you are always on the outside looking in, watching and learning from the fringes of the pages but not actively engaged by doing anything (I didn’t want to mark the pages and have someone else happen upon it)? The books without activity were hard to understand, so I just absorbed the good advice, in the hopes that it might come in handy. Books for me were about being a wallflower participant to the advice and knowledge, but not having the energy to actually get out on the dance floor and become involved in my own healing? But even armed with all the knowledge from the books, it didn’t clear the fog. The knowledge eventually became the tool to clear the fog. What I lacked was the motivation and engagement of becoming more than a bystander. I needed to clear the rubble and wreckage from within my head, so that I could see the pathways around me. I parented by books and tried to affect my own recovery by the books. Something was missing for me. That something was an action.
Action came to me in two ways. Primarily by writing, but also by being mentored. The personal writing cleared the cobwebs and stagnant thinking. This certainly didn’t happen overnight and continues to this day, as the blogs attest. Journaling and writing cleaned up the past and gave reality to the present. It gave me a solid foundation on which to stand and survey my options clearly from a positive energy source. Think of writing as the thorough cleaning of a very cluttered and disorganized room. Through my personal journaling, thoughts and intentions became clearer/cleaner and not so overwhelming that I shut down in negativity. Through writing I gain a landscape of brilliant colors and crisp textures to the various objects representing my life. Like blowing the dust off an old leather bond book – dulled by centuries of stagnant grime, the covers and contents became vivid. I began to see the bottle half full. I gained clarity to see it for what it was – a container representing thoughts and ideas. I found parts of myself that had longed been parched of nourishment and by revealing those various aspects of myself, I was able to water them with my own creativity and provide seeds of growth.
Now standing in a cleaner room, I was still feeling in neutral. Keep in mind that the process of cleaning your imaginary mind room is much like the process of cleaning a home in reality, never-ending and a process. What now? Do I dare go beyond these walls? To what? How? For that I needed some inspiration, some beacon to guide me in some direction outside of the safety of a less cluttered mind.
For me, it came in the form of a series of human beings of light and energy, each timed by the universe to bring exactly the right amount of enthusiasm and brightness into my life. In reality, they were human survivors of life’s hard lessons, who learned their painful realities and passed them on to others by the same process of attraction that brings you into this blog. No advice was ever given, just the burning desire to get whatever this peace of mind was that those illuminated souls possessed for myself.
A particularly strong soul, whose light shone brilliantly, played a key role for my freedom from the despair and ultimately the creation of Seeking Out Light. I wanted what they had. Like the candle analogy in the premiere issue (still available free as a download on the website), this souls light was not diminished as the unlit candles near by burst forth in their own flames. The various strong souls in my life took it as their responsibility to keep the energy positive and to light possible pathways for others, including myself, to venture down independently and with what is now our own light. The sparks thrown off these souls inner spiritual fires were sufficient for others to catch the fire and light. Those sparks were the inspiration I needed to get out beyond my own doubtfully cleaned room. Seeking Out Light, the fuel I need to continue shining my own light brightly.
So, I smile humbly and thank each person who tells me I’m an inspiration and healing. It is an exchange relationship really, as I need to fuel my inner light and find inspiration from the readers of SOL as much as people need to find the inspiration in the web site. I am constantly learning as a result of SOL, ever expanding my knowledge about the human condition. I don’t feed my ego with delusions that I am a 'better' human with these compliments. I did nothing more than allow myself to be attracted to the light. I am no different than you, REALLY, it’s just that I have journey through most of my grief and come out the other side and now I stand there, shining my light and encouraging you to do the same.
As a beauty creator and inspiration to others, comes a responsibility to keep the spiritual flame and energy within myself available to others. There is a realization that each currently unlit or dimmed candle ignited by the sparks of inspiration, has the potential to light 1000’s more. That circle of spiritual light continues to grow for each of us touched. The minor expenses of stroking ones inner spiritual fire to balanced levels of beauty, light and energy is offset by each contact I receive. There are days that the cluttered rooms within the confines of my mind seem to get disorganized quicker, I'm only human. New thoughts and fears continue to get processed and consumed by my inner glow and clarity is gained. There is little coasting when you realize yourself as a potential source of energy and light. Responsibility to deadlines and contents weigh prominently on my mind. It keeps the fire fueled.
Without the bright lights of the world, there would be little hope to move forward.
I took no direct action to be inspirational or a source of healing for others. It fell into my lap. It was simply what my spiritual energy attracted and part of my destiny. I take no personal credit for what turns out to be a part of my journey and a natural outlet for my creative gifts. Just what spirit ordered up when I was conceived.
It is my responsibility to be a spiritually bright light. It is my destiny.
Coincidences are where you look for them, when you are open to seeing them.
I believe!
Lynn
The final printed newsletter of Seeking Out Light focused on 'Good Good Byes' was mailed the week of May 15, 2009. Back issues of the Seeking Out Light newsletter are available as either 4 random issues for $30.00 (1 year) or all 9 issues (2 years) for $60.00. To order back issues, please send checks to: Seeking Out Light, 800 Village Walk #261, Guilford, CT 06437-2762. To order by credit card, please visit www.seekingoutlight.com. Original and prints of SOL covers and art are also available.
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This Seeking
Out Light Web site was started on May 1, 2007.
It is brand new and we encourage all seekers to help
us make it grow by emailing us your stories to share.
It is a place where people can share their stories
of grief, loss and transition. Go to the Sharing's
link to see what categories we currently offer. Once
a week, as we get those emails, we will add them to
the site, and this forum will become more robust.
New stories will be at the top of each page, so you
won't have to search. Keep it positive and tell other
seekers how you are overcoming your loss or transition.
Authors are identified by first names only. Exceptionally
touching or sensitive stories and poetry will be
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I invite you to share within the limitation of this publication. Tell your story, your perceptions, your truths about your transitions. Share your innermost soul. Open your hearts. Keep it positive, as the intention of this publication is as a tool of finding the light, of recovering. Share how you are making/made it through, what helped you keep moving forward? How did you overcome the depression, isolation, pain? What specifically helped you? Original poetry, quotes and art are encouraged. Short stories desired. By sending them, you acknowledge and authorize that SOL may or may not use them and distribute them.
Seeking Out Light/SOL hopes, through its community, to change societal attitudes toward grief and loss, by offering to those who are in the midst of experiencing it a forum in which they can express their feelings and witness, without judgment, others who are going through a transition, so that our communities become more understanding and accepting of the process we call WITNESSING AND BEING WITNESSED.
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