EVERYTHING IN MODERATION; THE DOSE MAKES THE POISON!

I just rented the Riverbend Retreat House so I could continue my journey of A YEAR IN A SUITCASE! I would have said, I own, very little...a half dozen boxes or so...I remembered back to when I had lived for a year at the beach in LA and arrived with absolutely nothing and left with a toyota truck...loaded to the brim...so much STUFF...I couldn't even find room for a soda for the 10 hour drive up north! Well, once again, having to get rid of the few (:-) things I had in the garage, I realized how our STUFF keeps us in bondage. When I left a year ago, I had put a few things in the garage and while moving the things yesterday, opening each box..."I can't get rid of...." I remembered how much time and energy just having these bits and pieces have taken! I had to have someone go to the garage and reorganize, put plastic down, cover the things in plastic in case the garage leaked, hunt for things I asked, reorganize again, make room for other treasures and now...my apparent 'nothing' fills another toyota truck! So now, carrying nothing, to the truck, loading nothing into the truck, carrying nothing into the house and resorting nothing is simply exhausting! It's stealing my energy...literally! I help others with organization and I can actually see when someone is ready to clear STUFF from their lives. New opportunities open up for them. Having too much STUFF, blocks the flow of energy. STUFF takes up space! It stifles creativity, blocks the flow of money and we can feel stuck! While it is hard to let go of some last bits and pieces the criteria that I will be using..."Can I get it again?" If the answer is yes, then it's going! Too much of anything is what makes it off balance! I want to move forward in prosperity and so I'm leaving my STUFF behind!

THE MOST TOUCHING THING THAT HAPPENED IN IRELAND

Recently I was remembering back to my last Ireland trip. My friend had picked me up at the airport and we had stopped for tea at his friend's house. We were all seated around the table and his 4 year old son had joined us in the room. He eventually worked his way towards me and it appeared to me that he wanted to get by, behind my chair. I asked him, could I scoot my chair forward so that he could get around me. His reply, "I just wanted to touch you!" On a physical level, I would have just thought, I was so different than anyone he had ever seen. I had just arrived to Ireland from Hawaii, so I had a tan, (the sun is something Ireland doesn't see a lot of!) I talked differently as well. But on a soul level, I took his words as that he 'saw' me. He knew who I was on a soul level, he saw who I was created to be! Children are so close to the spirit world, they're so innocent in their experiences. I love watching them play...are their friends really imaginary

(The picture is the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland County Clare where I believe that my mother's family is from.) Next blog: How it takes only 4 hrs to fly from Chicago to San Fran and 6 hours to travel by public transportation from SFO to Roseville! Go figure!

A Horse is a Horse....

Pretty cute and innocent looking...don't you think? My daughter and I were getting ready to take her horses for a camping trip and trail ride this past weekend. As I was leading the black horse back to the stall, minding my own business, when out of no where the young brown buck, was standing next to me and Wap! I'd been shot! Or so I thought! It all happened so fast. I had no idea what had happened! In his playfulness he did a little buck and kicked me in the chest! OUCH!

I went inside to catch my breath and I began thinking back on my memories of horses in my life. The first time I rode a horse, we had rented one for an hour and I was walked to the fence and then dumped off, on the other side! Memory 2. It was my birthday and my ex- husband (you'll see why in a minute:) took my eldest daughter shopping for a birthday present for me and came home with a pony for her! She got the pony, I got more work! We had several more horses and I decided to buy a horse of my very own! I had been sick and had taken a couple of benadryl, which made my head foggy. I said yes to buying this horse named Fire...can you imagine! Fire....his name and how he behaved! And then now, my 3rd memory; getting kicked in the chest! Well, no wonder I'm a bit apprehensive at times around these beautiful creatures. Just when I thought we had an understanding between us, the horses and myself, they didn't hurt me and I let them out on the pasture to graze we'll have to start back at square one! Respect! R-E-S-P-E-C-T...(Aretha Franklin style!)