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World Drum Beats Rhythm of One

Last night I got the unique opportunity to take my children to a sacred drumming ceremony. It was in honor of the 8th Anniversary of the World Drum. The World Drum was created in Norway in 2006 and has been travelling across the world to many countries and many people uniting our sacred tie as human beings with one beat, the heart beat of the Earth. Its focus is on Peace and Environmental Issues.

My night wasn’t going so well. My daughter did not nap at preschool and was very crabby and my son too seemed to not be in a pleasant mood. I had wanted to take them out for a walk somewhere, take them to dinner, and then meet at the location of the World Drum event at 6:00pm for the ceremony. But, as often happens with children in your life, plans changed quickly based on the current condition of the child. I needed to bend to accommodate them and not take them out and about and potentially stretch them even further emotionally. So we stayed home, made dinner at home, and unfortunately the crabbiness continued. There were several points where I felt like just forgetting going to the World Drum event. But there was a piece of me that just wouldn’t let it go, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So, I took the dare of this being a big mistake and brought my two crabby kids to the event in hopes that it would go well. I am so grateful that I did and was very thankful my children were peaceful for the experience– although who am I kidding, while in the presence of the World Drum how could one not feel peace.

My son Gavin happened to be holding the World Drum when it was time for the reading of the prayer. All other drums were silent as he alone got to beat the heart beat of Mother Earth on the World Drum during this very special moment in ceremony. It was very moving and I was very happy for this special opportunity given to him.

Here are a few pictures from our night: my children playing sacred flutes and Gavin with the World Drum.

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For more information on the world drum

http://www.eaglecondorfoundation.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=56&Itemid=63

Do you see me?

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Sometimes what a child’s soul says to their parent:

“I see you, do you see me?”

Take time to be still and to watch your children free from judgment, criticism, or the need to correct.

Take time to see them for who they are.

Perfect and imperfect. Beautiful and learning, just like you.

Being a parent is a challenge for a reason. Children are a blessing and come with much to teach us. They come with just the right combination of knowing how to melt our hearts and also what buttons to push so that we may grow into better human beings. They provide us with plenty of opportunities to practice love, kindness, patience, and compassion. And in return they give us their open mind and open heart to make our impression on. It can be tough being a parent, but remember it can be tough being a kid sometimes too.

In your journey as a parent keep in mind that at any time you can ask God to help you in your parenting. Sometimes this is the strength we need to know we are not alone.

God please help me to be a good parent and to honor who my children are as they grow wholly into themselves.

Thank you God for my beloved children.

Amen.

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Children’s Guided Meditation

Today I would like to share a recorded meditation with you. It is from a current unpublished manuscript of mine for a book called Little Gaia and the Secret of the Seed. It is a children’s meditation but is also nicely received by adults of any age. I hope you Enjoy it and thank you for listening.

Online link to an audio file of Little Gaia’s Meditation to Grow your own Seed hosted through a private Facebook link.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=537320869716781&l=3756135662317905793

Yay! My Article was Electronically Published

Last month I submitted an article to the Edge Magazine on the topic of nature and spirituality. It is titled Fighting Kids and Frazzled Mother soothed by Mother Nature and speaks of one such occurrence where the challenges of my day were made better by connecting with nature. The article was not printed in the paper version of the Edge Magazine but it was published electronically. I am thrilled as this is my second article to be published!

Link to Article:

http://www.edgemagazine.net/2014/04/soothed-by-mother-nature/

 

Intuition- providing a means for kids to connect inward

Many would agree that times have changed. The world is different, ways of life are different, and kids are different too.

In these times it is important to provide ways for our youth to learn how to connect inward. The constant outward connection that our hi-tech society supports can have a dulling effect on any individuals ability to ‘feel’ or ‘hear’ themself. When gratification is only ever a finger push away it may seem like more work to actually turn one’s attention inward and cultivate that inner sense of gratification. However, this is detrimental to the overall balance of any individual. After all where does one’s sense of well-being come from? That’s right, inside! This inner sense that cannot be faked has a direct link to our physical health as well as our mental and emotional stability.

In our society the amount of free time kids have is swallowed up by the lure of television, internet, games, and so on. So we as parents need to take a more strategic route to providing space for our children to explore themselves. Art and writing or building things are all fabulous ways to be creative and connect inward. Give any child, any age, a piece of paper and some crayons and they’ll naturally create through the freedom of imagination and connect to that inner spark of themselves that is uniquely their own. However, why not take it one step further and employ some life skills that will help them to grow and also give them tools to use in the real world when things get tough. This is where helping your child to build their intuition comes into play.

Intuition is defined as the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning. It is that gut instinct sense of knowing if something is right for you or not. It is a sense that has a direct pathway to what is best for you as it connects internally and places less emphasis on the external world. It is a sense that is natural, everyone feels their intuition on some level. But it is also a sense that can be developed. Like a muscle in your body, the more you use it the stronger it gets, and the stronger it gets the more its use will benefit you.

I have listed a few books here that can get you in touch with helping your child (and yourself) to connect inward and cultivate the intuitive sense.

Books:

Your Psychic Child: How to Raise Intuitive and Spiritually Gifted Kids of All Ages

by Sara Wiseman

http://www.amazon.com/Your-Psychic-Child-Intuitive-Spiritually/dp/0738720615

The Highly Intuitive Child: A Guide to Understanding and Parenting Unusually Sensitive and Empathic Children

by Catherine Crawford

http://www.amazon.com/Highly-Intuitive-Child-Understanding-Parenting/dp/0897935098/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387294979&sr=1-1&keywords=catherine+-+highly+intuitive+child

10 Mindful Minutes: Giving Our Children–and Ourselves–the Social and Emotional Skills to Reduce Stress and Anxiety for Healthier, Happier Lives

by Goldie Hawn

http://www.amazon.com/Mindful-Minutes-Children—Ourselves—Emotional/dp/0399537724/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387295111&sr=1-1&keywords=goldie+hawn+10+mindful+minutes

Swimming Upstream

There is a lot going on in our world today.

My constant message from my guidance is to continue to work on myself.

As I pulled a card today for myself it appeared upside down. Two fish swimming in a stream. The intuitive words spoken, “swimming upstream.” That is the message of my current place in life. One shared by many.

It feels like there is a lot of work to be done, a lot to be done in the world. It feels like it is going to take a lot of effort to get to where I am going (and I thank God for my tools of divine guidance to spell it out a little clearer for me).

I don’t know a whole lot about fish and swimming upstream but curiosity led me to google and I came upon this beautiful post written by another fellow blogger that felt like it fit perfectly:

http://stateofgrateful.wordpress.com/2012/11/06/swimming-upstream-against-all-odds-to-fulfill-your-destiny/

Based on what I read there it seems that in swimming upstream, we are working for the greater good. We are working for the next generations to come, of our children, and their children, and so on. We are working for the promise and hope of the future existing through the cycle of life and with the hope that it will be a beautiful life for them.

The underlying truth in “swimming upstream” is that the trials, challenges, and adversities we face are all with purpose as they solidify in the spiritual and earthly gifts we pass on to our children of the world. It is our personal investments in our self that we work to achieve but that will also be the achievements of our children. We are to lead their minds and their hearts in such a way that may be contrary to the “reality” of the chaotic outside world. We are to lead them to Peace, to Love, to Joy, and to Faith. And that is how we will ensure a bright future for our families to come, by creating it ourself. Traveling it as our own path and instilling it as truth for our families well-being.

Through human beings God’s message to the world is that, “love exists.”

Love exists…

Now, there is no evil in the world that can change that. So just keep on loving and keep on swimming upstream.

May God Bless You and Bless All Beings of Our World. Amen! ~Love Realized

First Day of School- Send with Angels

For many of us this is the time of year that our children return to school. We send them out trustingly into the world to have an experience completely their own with excitement for the newness  to come and with hope that it will be a good school year.

My six-year-old son starts his first day of first grade today and at a new school. This school is much bigger than his previous one, filled with many new strangers to meet, and lots of uncertainties to figure out. Me as protective mama, understands that I can’t go with him. I can’t hold his hand when he gets nervous, or be there to help him when he doesn’t know what to do. I can’t even walk him to his classroom and make sure he gets their ok. So with full faith that yes, of course everything will be ok, I surrender him and allow him to begin this his experience all his own.

I must admit I am a bit sad and nervous for it to go well. So, I do what I know how to do, I call in his angels and send him with guardians and guides. They will be there for him when he is unsure, when he needs help, or when he is nervous. While it is true that they will always be their for him, supporting him in gentle ways, it is actually universal law that angels cannot interfere unless they are asked to and so of course I ask, and you can too.

Think of someone in your life who you would like to send angelic help to and call in their angels.

“I call on (name of person’s) angels to be with him and to help him in any way that he needs, surrounding him with protective light and supporting him for his highest good.”

“I call on (name of person’s) angels to be with her and to help her in any way that she needs, surrounding her with protective light and supporting her for her highest good.”

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“Healing Table”

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This is the influence I have on my kids, Lol.

They are playing, “healing table.”

It was so cute and random and made me smile.

But also it makes me grateful for the natural ability of my children, and any child, to take into their own being that which is good in a household. As parents, we of course make mistakes, but in the end we can place hope in knowing that the good far outweighs the not so good and our children are indeed better off having us as parents.

It also makes me wonder what would the world be like if every household contained and practiced the knowledge of these natural tools of healing. What if healing was as prevalent as applying band-aids? That makes me smile too. 🙂

Baby Blanket Gifted from Heaven

When I was pregnant with my daughter Marin I had a psychic reading in which I was told that my daughter would “receive” a blanket from my dead mother. The psychic said somehow the blanket would be brought into our life and that it would end up being her favorite blanket. For months and months after she was born I was very curious and wondering, “Will it be this blanket? Or maybe this one? How about this one?”

Finally, one day I was out shopping and happened by the fabric section of a store. There was a really cute pastel patchwork material that stuck out to me as I passed by. I wondered again as I had done so many times before, “Could this be the blanket?” I grabbed the material off the shelf and followed my intuition, that gut instinct nudging me to buy it. To my surprise as I approached the check-out I was met with an instant confirmation.

You see, a couple of days before while out driving I spotted two random yellow balloons floating up high in the sky. I smiled to myself knowing that in someway that was my mother’s way of telling me hello. I didn’t know how the balloons got there, or why, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that I saw them, that I was meant to see them, and that when I did see them I knew instantly that they were from my mother and for me. The right place at the right time kinda thing and it was the same in the store on this particular day because as I walked up to the cash register to buy a ream of fabric just big enough to make a blanket for my sweet little daughter I was greeted by a yellow balloon tied to the check-out. I knew instantly that this fabric was meant to be a blanket for my Marin and from my mother who it seemed was sending me another signal via a yellow balloon.

So I had the fabric made into a blanket and we gifted it to my daughter for her first birthday.

Marin getting her blanket (notice the orb in the picture).

Marin getting her blanket (notice the orb in the picture).

My daughter is now 2 1/2. She has a select few blankets that are her favorites; one of them being this particular blanket that I speak of. And just the other day she plainly started calling it her “Grandma Blanket.” What made the connection even more obvious is that we don’t call her living Grandmother “grandma,” ever! So for Marin to claim this as her “Grandma” blanket pointed from all directions towards my dearly deceased Mom.

(Love you Mom! Thanks for being in my children’s life even if it has to be from Heaven. We’ll take you any way we can get you ;-))

One last bit of information to add is that in the same year this happened for my daughter it also happened for my son.

My son Gavin had asked for a suitcase for his birthday. Really? What 4-year-old wants a suitcase for his birthday? Despite the desire to purchase him a much more exciting gift we bought him a kid’s size suitcase from Target. On his birthday as he was opening up all of the zipper compartments to check it out he pulled from one of them a harmonica! Now, this wasn’t any kind of harmonica that you would find at your local Target. It was worn and made of metal and wood, and played like a professional grade instrument. It didn’t matter how it got there, or why, but what mattered in that moment was that it was there, and that it was for Gavin. I remember looking up at my husband after Gavin pulled the harmonica out as if he had known it was there. The shared awe in our eyes as they met confirmed in an instant that indeed this was a very special gift given from Heaven and from my Mother.

This Sunday will mark the 12 year anniversary of her death. I am happy she still resides in our heart and in our home.

My Children’s Children

I have just finished showering and I get the overwhelming feeling that someone wants to speak with me.

I am grabbing a pair of socks from the top drawer of my dresser when my eyes happen upon the Irish Marriage blessing that is hanging on the wall of my bedroom. It reads, “children’s children,” and in this moment I know that it is them who wish to speak with me. I am already tearing up, touched by the realization that they wish to speak with me, their someday grandmother, here today.  In moments like this it is clear that I not only live in this world but that I am also living between worlds. As an intuitive and as a seer, I am able to pick-up on these subtle frequencies of communication that would otherwise go unnoticed.

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Sunflowers (Photo credit: Aiz Baig)

I close my eyes and someone draped in white and unrecognizable steps forward. They hold out a big sunflower. Its center is what my eyes are drawn to first. It is a warm dark brown and very large and from that center part of the flower comes many, many beautiful yellow petals that are attached. They tell me, “This is like you.” I can tell that they are referring  to the petals, as I see a close up of them zoom in through my mind’s eye. “And we are your seeds. We are what passes when time does away with your brilliant beauty of life. We are the seeds you leave behind.” And now I am very moved and crying as I see there are thousands and thousands of them all of which have come from my own flowering life.

I feel the message here is that I am one to mature. I am one who will reach the end of her cycle, her full cycle of life, and as my petals fall and I become a whisper on the wind there are many who will follow behind me, who will make their own mark through the path that I have laid. And this, of course, is true for all with children.

Oh my gosh, how are we all not connected? I wonder this as I see a deeper layer of the soul’s life as a human. The world is really made up of one great ball of intersecting light and we on the surface are the connecting pieces. As I am connected with my family in this time, I am also connected with others from other times. We are indeed all a grand display of nature splaying seeds, and for her it is not thousands it is millions upon millions. As my grandchildren are my thousand, we are her millions, and it is really a grand display of life, and we are all a part of that life.

“Is there anything more?” I ask of my Grandchildren.

“Rest now Grandmama, we love you.” And again with the tears.