Saturday, August 04, 2007

From Feeling Blue to Appreciation

Today I was feeling a bit blue. I went to my massage therapist, Margaret Donner and an Angel reader, who helped me work through some issues. Of course, the tears started running down my cheeks. She suggested I go to the Vanderbilt estate · Eleanor & Franklin Roosevelt estate - and just sit by the water.

I took her suggestion - not calling anyone to let them know where I would be - and drove to it. If you have never been there - it is beautiful. Huge estate open to the public. There is a lovely picnic area, walking area and so much more.

Anyway, I parked my car and noticed an empty bench. So I went to the bench, sat in the middle so no one could get into my space, and just looked out at the Hudson River for a while. It is such a stunning site to see.

After a while I decided to go back to my car. As I was opening my door I noticed a man sitting down. I also noticed that he had dark glasses as if he had just had his eyes dilated and his left arm shook which meant he must have Parkinson's disease.

I decided to say something about the view and naturally we began to talk. He used to be a runner and can no longer run. But he walks those grounds as often as he can and he's an avid golfer.

He was very nice to talk to. Asked me about myself and I told him the Germany story and what all I do.

We must have talked for an hour. Just as I was getting ready to leave I saw two fellows walking in front of us. One was taking a picture of the River and the other was taking a picture of his friend who was taking a picture. Hope I'm making sense. I heard them say "ya ya" in a very German way. I asked if they were from Germany and they said yes. We spoke briefly about Germany and then I said my goodbye's.

As I was driving off, I felt the "weight of the world" lifted from my shoulder. I know that these were people I was suppose to meet to help me with the issue I was "struggling with." I really am not clear what it was, but I knew I was sad and wanted to cry.

The sad mood stopped and I became so appreciative of the people I just met. There are reasons why people come into our lives - sometimes we just don't know why but they do. We don't really need to know.

But somehow these three people lifted my spirits. I hope I did the same for them.

When I got home I noticed a book laying around. It's called "Secrets of the Lost Mode of Prayer" by Gregg Braden. I randomly opened it up and this is what I read...

"Don't be surprised if you find yourself welling up with tears and sobbing huge sobs. (that was me today) This is the way that the blessing frees our hurt and enables it to move through us. When the blessing feels complete, the world feels diffrent. Although the reason for our hurt still exists, what has happened is that we've changed the way we feel about our hurt. This is the power of the Blessing." (page 118)

The Power of the Blessing? I didn't know what he was talking about so it looked it up in this little, but powerful book.

"Blessing may be defined as a quality of thought/feeling/emotion that allows us to redefine our feelings about something that's hurting us now or has hurt us in the past. Stated another way, blessing something is the "lubricant" that frees our hurtful emotions, opening us up to greater healing, rather than keeping our emotions stuck and unresolved within the body." (page100)

Fascinating! I do feel Blessed and the sorrow has swept away. The tears were a blessing of releasing what I perceived as hurt. The opportunity was opened to me thanks to Margaret.

Meeting those three people was also a Blessing.

I walked my dog Meadow whom I mentioned in the previous blog. She's doing better and I'm doing better.

I'm no longer Blue - I'm in total Appreciation of the Blessing that happened today.

Have you had your daily dose of Blessings?

Karin
Author of "Magic of Intention"
Creative Life Coach

Thursday, August 02, 2007

The following is a portion of my August newsletter. Read on...


Yesterday (Aug. 1, 2007), I was going to write about something else when life threw one of those unexpected curves. This time it was about my wonderful rescue dog, Meadow.

Ever since she's been in my life, she has consistently, on a moment by moment basis, provided me with unconditional love. The wagging of the tail when she sees me, the gleeful look in her eyes letting me know she's in a playful mood, the closeness that we have. She loves to be loved and she gives out so much more love than I can ever give her. I am truly thankful that she is in my life.

Yesterday I looked at her and saw that she was not as happy but was really trying to put on a good show. Then I looked closer and saw blood. I was immediately alarmed and called the Vet. They told me to bring her in right away. I did. She had surgery and is now home.

This time it was MY turn to give her unconditional love and I gladly did so. I literally stayed up with her all night as she was uncomfortable from the surgery. She wanted me to rub her back and tummy almost all night long. Meadow did not go back to sleep until 5:30 this morning. The only way she slept was by snuggling next to me. We both finally slept on the pallet in my living - content and happy and worn out.

Once again she's helped me be more aware of the Power of Love for she embodies it completely. I know she will be fine, I will be fine. We will forget this happened and life will go on. But I am grateful for her unselfish reminder that all we need is Love and there is Power in those four simple letters.

For those who would like to hear a ImagMedi© that goes with the online exercises go to http://www.karinjanin.com/news/ and enjoy. Soon I will be developing professional ImagMedi's with the help of a very well known music writer. Someone who has been nominated twice for an academy award for his music. Stay tuned to the surprise! I'm excited about it and am grateful that I have an opportunity to work with this person.

In the meantime, enjoy and love what is most cherished and go from there.

Take care my friends. Let me know how you enjoyed the audio.

Namasté, Karin