New Moon

Tomorrow evening is February’s New Moon. Sweet Luna enters Pisces a water sign; both water and the New Moon hold a turning within, a gifting to see reflective qualities.

Many of us seem to be facing struggles in our lives which add heaviness to our journey and creative processes. With humility I have been moved to ask those in our circle and my family, while during this divine space tomorrow evening, I could hold specific prayer requests for you. Several have responded and this truly is an honor. There remains a strong call within me though that there are a few more of you who would like to be lifted in prayer. So, once more Spirit puts this forward; please feel free and safe and supported to send me any request via a private message, email, even a phone call.

During meditation this morning an impression was brought to encourage you who have entrusted me with your prayer request, to please, over the next few days, simply allow your attention to go towards your situation but, with tenderness and compassion meet and overlay that situation with a vision of a harmonious and healthy outcome, resolution, result. Really envision, letting the vision expand out through your mind’s eye and your crown, with crystal clarity, see this goodness. Now, simply, let this harmonious, healthy, clear vision gently stir emotions from deep within you. Then merge your vision and your emotions at your heart center and feel all the goodness, truth, joy, happiness, compassion, feel all the positive vibrations and allow all those high vibrations to fill you, carry you, and radiate from you, completely and holy.

So tomorrow, under the New Moon, I seek you in the reflective pool of Spirit. With deep gratitude and honor, blessings and pure love to you.

(TinyCat loves this space, BabyCat and Bear are sitting right near by)

Roses

February 12, 2006 was a Sunday. Jeff had been in the hospital, ICU, for over 2 months, 2 very painful, emotional, long months. Saturday evening, the 11^th, he looked good, he was quite responsive and alert. Prior to dad arriving and me leaving this evening, Jeff and I in our odd way of communicating (as he couldn't speak or write) agreed things were going well. He felt pretty darn good and for the first time since he’d been in the hospital I was going to take a day off to spend with our 2 youngest boys. As I was leaving, I felt a comfort looking into his eyes, seeing a light, a sparkle I hadn't seen for far too many days.

Arrangements were made for sisters to take shifts spending Sunday with him. With confidence I entered Sunday a bit less burdened, my breath a bit less quickened and shallow. The day simply eased on with a surreal grace, nothing notably memorable other than the grace of which carried me though the day and cradled me into a deep peaceful sleep.

At about 3 AM Monday the 13^th the peace was shattered by the ringing phone. I knew who was calling and why. There had been 2 previous early morning calls over the past 2 months; Jeff had crashed again. By about 6 AM he was stable. I needed to go home. From the shower I could hear the phone ring. I don’t want to go back, I can’t go back. Finally, I answered, it was our daughter Heather, “Momma you need to get here now, it’s time.”

Time, was a complete blur. Arriving, I cleared the space around his room of our children and family.  I watched as attempts were made to revive my husband, shocks, equipment, alarms, frenzy, panic for hours and yet time was a sluggish blur. There was an ICU nurse standing over Jeff, on his bed, working frantically, she’d look over at me and then at Jeff and back at me. His head was purple, his face ashen. I knew, I knew and then looking at me again, “What do you want us to do?” she asked.

“It’s enough.” I quietly said, “It’s enough.”

Family went to our house. I needed to wait for the coroner; it was something I just had to do.

When I got home, seeing all our families cars parked outside, I felt like whatever happened today was not real and I was coming home to a family gathering, a joyful family gathering. Jeff was there, his truck was home, of course, silly me, where have I been, there’s a family gathering and we’re all here, we’re all okay. Entering the kitchen I noticed a huge bouquet of roses, 2 dozen gorgeous, fragrant red roses. Hanging from the vase was a small wooden heart which read, “husband and wife together for life.”

Jeff’s sister, Tonya, came up to me and told me during her ‘shift’ with Jeff on Sunday, it took 4 hours for him to express and for her to finally understand his request. “He wanted you to have 2 dozen red roses delivered not on Valentine’s Day, the 14^th, no, he was very specific they needed to be delivered on February 13^th.

In Loving Memory

Jeff Frehner

2-26-60 - 2-13-06

xo

Simple is TruTh is Simple

A few days ago, while making a hotel reservation, I needed to speak to a ‘real live’ person. The reservationist was most polite and professional. She was able to get the details worked out, for which I needed to speak to someone about, and a room reserved. When asked my email address for receipt of confirmation, I gave her keepingitsosimple@gmail. To my unexpected surprise the professional reservationist, relaxed and, with hopeful anticipation that I might have the secret answer, asked, “Have you figured it out, how to keep it so simple?” With a little giggle I responded, “I’m still working on the details, but life, while it isn't easy, is so simple.”

Often when consulting with perspective life coach clients I hear with exasperation, “I just want my life to be easy!” I have learned, over the past few years, to not laugh at this statement, for having done so has probably cost me a few clients. It isn't that I laughed at them or at their desire for their life to be easy, I laugh because, well, from my experience, from all the research I've done, life isn't necessarily going to be nor intended to be easy.

What I have discovered, what I've learned, is that while life isn't always going to be easy, life is simple. When we peel the layers of our life back, peel back to the point of what we really want, or to what the real ‘issues’ confronting us are, we will find at that raw point lies the simplicity of desire and resolution. And, what else I've discovered by peeling back, opening up, is that what is exposed is pure truth. When we are true to self, to the divine within, and to our lives we will find simple is truth and truth is simple.

Ideal Life Vision Testimonial

It is my honor to currently be partnering with four amazingly brilliant, talented, gorgeous women as they hone in on their IdealLife Visions. I completely, unequivocally, adore what I do as a life coach or as I prefer, a metamorphic guide. It is a sacred view from hallowed ground witnessing dreams manifest. Every now and then, greater blessings are bestowed upon me by a gift like the video below. As you fully emerge into and engage with the new year, may you quickly discover that all the power and magic is within yourself to create your most abundant, crystal clear, aspired IdealLife.

If you find yourself in need of a little extra support, push, stretch or curious about ILV program or what a soul/life coach can do for you, contact me to set up a no cost consultation. 

Life Remains Beautiful 

Synchronicities, Simplicity, Solstice and Journaling

There are several names for each full moon deriving from various ancient cultures, tribes, regions. Over the years I have mixed those names creating my own annual list as they appeal to me (if there are rules or guidelines to moon name calling, well then, I broke the rules again).  Long Night’s Moon (the name I chose for December) was on the 17. For weeks I had contemplated a tiny solitary celebration which ended up being nothing more than what I seem to have done for the last 11 full moons; gaze upon dear Luna in admiration and honor.

On the 18, as I awoke, got ready, and set out for my early trek to work, Luna continued to beckon me with her glorious light. It’s in her light (which, yes, I’ve written about it before, her light source comes from the Sun but oh how she reflects him…many messages there) it’s from within her glow that I hear her whispers. And, as typical for me, it wasn’t so much December 18 or 19 but on the 20, when during my entire drive south on I-15 she, in her gentle hovering, continued to reveal herself, that the ‘message’ began to articulate in my brain. And, as typical, it wasn’t only one awareness, one happening, or just Luna and Sun doing what they do best, but a sequence of occurrences, which probably occur quite often but too often go unnoticed by me, that struck my Spirit.

Now, I could go into all the little synchronicities, but I won’t, not this time. This time I’m just going to the core of the message, I'm going to keep it simple, because it so applies for today, the Solstice (Sun stands still). It is a recurring message for me as I tend to slip up or slip out often…

”Be still long enough to glide back into rhythm."

As I laid awake last night from midnight until 3AM, watching the clouds, which seemed to enjoy being illuminated by Luna’s glow, move across the sky (oh how I love the sky lights above my bed) mingling with all the gazillion thoughts I had, was one penetrating question, “How do I avoid this slip out of rhythm again? How do I sync in with the Universal flow?”

Besides the usual answer for every soulful delimia of deeping meditation and prayer, the only other answer I received was to journal. But, instead of complete dread which has kept me from journaling this past year, I was filled with a bit of excitement. Again, Jules, there’s no rules or guidelines (if there are, break them), keep it so simple, even  if it means you have several journals, it’s okay, it’s safe, it’s not cumbersome, it’s rhythmic.

I will conclude this post with a bit of promise to myself…this blog space is a journaling space, journal...as much as I’d like to just remain disassembled today and stay home, go purchase a few fresh, clean journals...I am free to create, create a new gratitude journal even several little journals...

For a moment this Solstice, I too shall ‘stand still’ in potient prayer and meditation, and begin journaling…I think I shall start with Luna, the Moon and the Sun for they, in their waxing and waining, in their Universal place in space, they are constant particpants, reminders of the rhythm..

I invite you to join me in keeping it in rhythm and keeping it so simple…

PS ~ New Year's Day is the New Moon, January 15 is the Cold Moon.

 

W3 Wednesday

This morning I awoke feeling more alive than I have in the past week. Since returning home from my sister’s several weeks ago I haven’t felt really well and last Wednesday I was hit with a cold that has knocked me down hard. For the better part of the past week I have felt, along with all the discomforts of a serious cold, as if something foreign has attached itself to me draining out life. But this morning, even with another restless night, I feel so much better and as I lay in bed watching dawn's light grow brighter I wondered what, if anything, I had to learn from this down time.

As typical for me the response to my wonder was very simple: aware, be more aware, awake, attentive, conscious and thus becoming more appreciative, grateful…

With this simple, and yes reoccurring thought of awareness in mind, I chose to acknowledge what I have noticed over these shut in days as I look out my windows; Autumn, change, but the thought led me to as much as I love Autumn there is always a sense of sorrow, passing, a crossing over, now mingled with a sense that I did not celebrate with any more than the ‘glancing of and a bow of gratitude toward’ the harvest moon. Even though it wasn’t a sloughing off I sadly realize there will be the crossing of seasons and 12 full moons before I arrive to her again…Really, Jules, come on....

What else have I noticed these past few shut in days as I've looked out my windows? The Creeping Virginia across the way has evolved, stretching her colors, growing richer until reaching her full crimson red

 

The Box Elder tree out back altering his colors as well, slowly, releasing some of his leaves, and the early transition, had I not been so shut in, would have gone unnoticed

 

Oh, yes, the delphinium and lavender out front have re-bloomed, beautifully re-bloomed, and gratefully, this morning I recall over the past few shut in days noticing their tender buds emerge and swell and beautifully re-bloom

Wheeling into the kitchen, my home filled with morning quite, there is a gentle brushing sound. A leaf, from the bouquet of New Harmony Autumn which I was graced with by my dear friends, Brent and Monica, this past weekend, fluttered down, gently reminding me once more….

 

 

 

 

W-3 Wednesday

This came across my Facebook feed last night.

My first thought was to scoop up this sweet little critter and bring her inside, dry off her wings, hold her until the storm passes, and then set her free.

My next thought was a memory; a memory of when I was in the hospital, just after being sent from ICU trauma to an isolation room. It was a mid-morning, having another unit of blood coming into me, all kinds of fluids, antibiotics, morphine...I was in and out. While all those things are clear in many of my memories from back then it is the memory of glancing over to my left and seeing my dad sitting next me.

This mid-morning, when I looked at my dad I caught him weeping. I had never in my 35 years of life ever, not once, seem my dad cry. During the space of time which we didn't say anything I had this beautiful thought, "If my dad, my Earthly dad is weeping for his daughter, how much is my Heavenly dad weeping for me?"

I know my dad was weeping for me, his daughter, feeling helpless, feeling like if he could he'd take this all away for me, he'd give me back my legs, he'd release the pain, he'd eliminate the fact that his oldest daughter might still die....oh I know the countless reasons why he was weeping and all the soulful, pure, unidentified reasons he was weeping. And I wondered, "If my dad is weeping like this for me how much more does my Heavenly dad weep for me?" but I didn't know...does He, my great God weep for me? He surely knows what has happened, what I'm going through....

Of course I smiled at my dad, letting him know I was going to be okay, really I assured him I would be okay. He dried his eyes, smiled back and we simply visited.

After he left I thought about the weeping Dad's but anger entered and I cried out to my Heavenly dad, "You could have stopped this, you could have made this less, you could have spared my legs, this is so damn unfair...." Yeah, if you know me, even in my drug induced self, I continued a really good fit throwing.

My fits typically end because I exhaust myself. And, at that time I exhausted more quickly than usual. As I lay there alone in my fit-exhausted-overly-divinely-drugged-state, my great God, my sweet Heavenly Father whispered, "As much as your Earthly dad weeps for you I weep even more. I weep more because yes, I could have stopped this, spared this from you but you, my daughter can weather this storm..."

This picture summonsed within me this memory, and as we all know memories which come with divine spiritual messages are beyond mere words. There is power in this picture for me eternal power, a reminder that in the storms of my life I must face them head on, in the down pour, in the bitter cold, remain steadfast and pray. As my heart breaks, as I, in my humanness struggle and throw fits, pray, I must continue to hold on and pray and know that my Heavenly Father wants to scoop me up and bring me in...my Heavenly Father can scoop me up and bring me in...but it's not time child, not yet. And I know this, while I'm there in the rage of the storm, I am not alone, He is there weeping for me, with me...and the storms will pass, my wings will dry, and because I did it, weathered it, prayed, and know my Father's love, I will fly stronger and higher....

Face your storms, pray though them, and believe me you are not alone...your Great God weeps for you, He is supporting you through, knowing once the storm passes and your wings dry out, you will soar! To His Greatness and Glory, Soar.