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I don’t talk a lot about being an empath. Partly because it’s a complicated thing. It’s also a pretty private thing. And these days, it has entered into popular culture enough that it can be easily dismissed by those who don’t share this quasi-gift, and easily adopted by those who are struggling to belong, to attach a cool label to themselves, or to understand their own feelings. I don’t diminish those people and their needs, but I do not know if their experience is the same as my own….though that could be said of everyone.

This week has been an eye-opening one for me with regard to this component of myself. Being an empath is something different from being empathetic or highly sensitive, or even empathic. I’ve been led to the realization that it is not something I can ignore at times of global collective distress – or anniversaries like September 11. It took the universe dropping a heavy veil over my body and spirit for me to see that this gift, this calling, this ability to wend my way between worlds and realms, is something precious and needed. I am a path through the veil for silent acknowledgement and connection for those beyond. Being a channel, a vessel, is part of the reason for my being here, on this earth, at this time. And the divinely given art of dancing across levels of existence is something I need – and want – to practice.

I judge my own words through the eyes of others. So, to head you off at the pass, I’m not high or crazy or a hippie. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a cousin, an aunt, a homeowner, a writer, and I work three jobs to put my daughter through college without (fingers crossed) student loans. I’m the picture of responsibility. I pay my bills on time. I don’t wear make-up, except eyeliner as my work disguise. I don’t color and style my hair. I like jeans and yoga pants and dressing up and thrift stores. I like tuna salad sandwiches (warm, with cheddar, mustard, and hot peppers), rib-eye steaks, and butter pecan ice cream. I like Appalachian music and opera. I love flowers and mountains and especially the sea. I love to travel. I help tourists in Denver when they look lost, and like to smile at strangers, especially, these days, women in hijabs, because when they see the smile in my eyes, their eyes smile back and I can tell they feel welcome and trusted and a little bit safer. I’m not stunning, I’m not unusual. I don’t have any piercings or tattoos, because my mother drilled into me at an early age that there’s no sense in poking holes in yourself for the sake of fashion (and she was right) and the only thing I would ever like to have indelibly inked on my skin are the latitude and longitude of my favorite places on earth, perhaps as anklets or bracelets, but not now. Maybe someday, when I’m older.

If you were to see me walking from Union Station to my office in the morning, you probably wouldn’t give me a second glance. But at a glance, I can feel so much about you, and you’ll never know that. I can sometimes turn it off, but not this week. This week there were so many souls who wanted their energy and their words resurrected into the consciousness of now for just a few moments, and needed me to be a silent channel for them. And so, while it took me a few days to figure it out, I did. And we are all, for now, somewhat soothed.

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Some beautiful beach, some beautiful where between worlds.

Quote of the day: “People underestimate the stars and the connectedness they bring between spirit and matter. More often than not, when lost, we seek solitude in staring into the darkness hoping something speaks back to us, usually through a feeling, a thought or a rare occurrence of a shooting star.” — Nikki Rowe

Daily gratitudes:
That my cricket has moved to the kitchen
A clean bedroom
That MKL loves me regardless
Truck stop coffee
That Kelsea called me from the grocery store, asking about spices for what I have taught her to be her “signature dish” to cook

Pardon me for waxing mushy for a post…

When I met MKL (through eHarmony, yes), I had no idea he would become my husband. When we had been matched (on my birthday), I had shown his picture to Kelsea and asked what she thought. She approved, so we did the little email-y, question-asky thing that eHarmony has you do, and it went well. And then I didn’t hear from him. And I didn’t hear from him. And one day, while we were at Topsail, and I was suffering from some stomach juju, I said to Kelsea, “Remember that nice guy that I was emailing with? He hasn’t responded to me. Do you think I should nudge him (because that’s what you can do on eHarmony) or should I just let it go?” “You liked him, right? Nudge him,” she said. So I did. He answered. When Kelsea and I got back, MKL and I had our first phone conversation. I was sitting in a camp chair on my front porch with a glass of red wine. We talked for an hour, and agreed to have lunch. He walked me back to my office after that lunch and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back inside, everyone said I was glowing. I never stopped glowing.

MKL knew that I was someone he had been looking for and hoping for. It took me a bit longer to figure that out , and I am so glad that I caught up with him. I cannot imagine my life and my future without him. He holds my heart and understands me as no one has. We are not identical, and we have our own opinions, but our spirits are shared and that makes me richer than anything else ever could. What a blessing, my MKL.

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(Photo credit: Issy Kilbride)

Quote of the day: “There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”  — Sarah Dessen

Daily gratitudes:
Spoonerisms
The shaking bowl today
A warm Mr. Man in my lap
Physical therapy
Kelsea’s and my agreed-upon text code

Since I am in the throes of depression today, I am not writing, but for these random thoughts. 

Blessings for today:

I tidied the pantry and it looks much nicer.
Kelsea’s best friend is spending the night.  I like her.  She’s like a second daughter.
Hydrocodone works well on bad menstrual cramps.

Dilemma Of The Day:  My landlord sent me an email a few months ago, and mentioned in passing that his 15-year old daughter was not allowed to be alone in the house with her boyfriend.  No particular instructions to me, just FYI.  Well, yesterday I came into the big house to put my laundry in the dryer.  To do so, I have to pass through said daughter’s room.  As I opened the door, there was a rustling, and I hestitated and called out “Hello?” (She hadn’t been home when I’d put the laundry in the washer.)  She was in bed, covers up to her neck, and said very loudly, “Oh, hi!  I was just taking a nap!”  She certainly didn’t sound sleepy and the bed looked as if someone had just gotten out of it.  I apologized profusely for disturbing her, she said it was fine and she would go back to sleep now.  As I left, I noticed her boyfriend’s car out front.  Hmmm, I thought.  Well, when I went back to get the laundry out of the dryer, I opened the door, and I heard them in the shower.  I mean I HEARD them in the shower.  Sex in the shower sounds the same if you’re 48 or 15.  Unmistakeable moans and groans.  I backed out most hastily, and they never knew I was there.  But what do I do?  Do I tell her dad?  Do I talk to her?  I don’t even know her.  Do I tell my landlady (who’s her dad’s boyfriend)?  Eww.  Awkward.  I don’t like ratting out young love, but I don’t want to contribute to a 15-year old’s unwise choices.  Any advice would be much appreciated.

Thanks to the Idiot (http://redriverpak.wordpress.com/)  for introducing me to some wonderful new blogs.  I feel like I’m making new friends, and will be updating the blogroll very soon.  Thanks to AnotherOtherWoman (http://anotherother1.wordpress.com/) for the reminder to look for blessings each day.  And thanks to The Unabridged Girl (http://theunabridgedgirl.wordpress.com/) for the concept of Project Happiness – it sounds like a fantastic idea and one in which I want to participate.

I have left the two main characters of my novel lying exhausted on a beach in the Caribbean.  I think they will be sufficiently recovered next week so the tale can continue.

As for me, I am lonely and confused and sad.  Love is the greatest blessing in the world and the biggest pain in the ass.

You know there will be a million posts/articles/tweets of this nature today – and rightfully so.  This is just my contribution to the masses.

Thankfulness By The Alphabet

A is for Anegada.
The world is blessed by the mere existence of such a magical place – a land where the star people live and where the soft white sand and turquoise sea caresses your soul.

B is for Books.
A constant blessing in my life, whether I’m reading them, writing them or just being around them. Infinitely fascinating.

C is for Creativity.
Whether its mine or that of others, whether it’s through words, images, movement or sound, I am grateful for it.

D is for Dreams.
Daydreams, night dreams or dreams of present and future, they are all wonderful.  Well, sometimes the night dreams are a little rough, but I’ll forgive them.

E is for Emotion.
There are a myriad of them contained in each of us, joyful, painful, beautiful.  Let’s get to know them and embrace them all, so we can live to the fullest.

F is for Friends.
Some you never forget, some you never lose, some you have in your life for a short while because you need to learn something from each other.  All are blessings.

G is for Grace.
Grace is a character in my novel, Grace is my friend Trisha’s daughter, grace is a way of moving through the world with poise, peace and beauty, and something I strive for.

H is for Hugs.
Warm, comforting, connecting and something we never get enough of.  Hug everyone you care for whom you see today – and every day.

I is for Integrity.
Live your life with honor.  Sometimes we lose our way, and then we find it again.

J is for Journey.
We take many journeys in the course of our lives.  Through each day, across continents, through different spiritual realms.  Revel in each journey and accept the gifts of each.

K is for Kelsea.
One word that means the world to me.

L is for Love. 
Love comes in so many forms, but it always comes from within and shines outward to the world.  Let your love shine.

M is for Magic.
There is a tremendous amount of magic in the universe if we just open our hearts and minds to see and feel it.

N is for Nature.
Beautiful, cruel, kind, just, essential, wonderous.  Let’s appreciate it and care for it to the best of our ability.

O is for Ocean.
One of my favorite parts of the planet.  Moving eternally, deep, unexplored, ever-changing, full of life and color.  A metaphor for each of us.  You are blessed if you can feel that you are your own – and someone’s – ocean.

P is for Power.
A good thing, power is strength – physical, mental, emotional and spiritual.  Find your own power and you will enrich your life and the lives of those around you.

Q is for Quest.
Each of our lives is a quest for wisdom and peace.  Be a crusader for yourself and make the most of it.

R is for Rest.
We all need it.  And it can be elusive. Sleep and rest are not the same thing.  Take time to refresh the soul – that is true rest.

S is for Spirit.
Whether it’s a higher power or the soul that surges within you, stay connected with your spirit.  It keeps your life alive.

T is for Tenderness.
Take time to be tender with yourself, with the man or woman you love, with children, with animals, with nature. 

U is for Uniqueness.
I am grateful for my own uniqueness and the uniqueness of those I love.  It makes my life infinitely richer.

V is for Vision.
The ability to see inward, to see past this world, to really SEE this world, are all blessings for me.

W is for Warmth.
Warmth from the sun, and from the people dear to us. 

X is for X marks the spot.
The spot where you met someone special, the spots you’ve claimed as your own, the spot where you find your creativity, the spots that restore you to yourself.

Y is for Yellow roses.
One of my favorite flowers and always for me, a memory of my parents.

Z is for Zumba Class.
It has helped me get in shape, helped me remember how to dance, helped me get back in touch with my body.

For all this, and so much more, I give thanks.  Have a blessed day!

 
 
 



 

Since, as I have said before, I feel that gratitude may be an important missing link in my life, I am starting the daily blessings page – daily may be pushing it at first but it’s important that we all remember to look for the little things that bring us joy.  (And one of those is that I can indeed sound like a Hallmark card on occassion, and so have reason to laugh at myself.)

Please feel free to send a comment with something that warmed your heart today, and in the days to come, and I’ll be happy to include it here.  The more we see to be grateful for, and the more we share the little joys with one another, the stronger and happier we will all feel.

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