Enlightened Horizons

Options

Wed, 16 May 2012 22:00:00 +0000

We all have options, we just may not like them. Or we may knock some off the list because we're not prepared to deal with the consequences. Or because they push our comfort zone, our insulated little bubble that feels so safe and secure. Its funny when I zoom in on the image that gives me. A partially deflated red balloon fighting to stay afloat in choppy seas. It can't fly any more, but is certainly doesn't want to sink to the bottom. Why would it? Jeesh. All that peaceful quiet lives on the bottom. There's places to hide down there. There is a whole ecosystem on the bottom, and maybe there's a gentle current but I'm betting it's less tumultous than being tossed in the choppy waves. I hope you picked up on my sarcasm because I laid it on pretty thick. That balloon is so afraid of leaving all the uncertainty because that has become its safety zone. What a crappy way to live!!!

I just had a delicious dinner on the only night I'm home alone in my quiet house this week. I loved it. I had options, and I picked a roasted chicken (totally grossed me out getting the meat off of carcass, but I went to my happy place and it was totally worth it), roasted brussel sprouts with fennel and asparagus. It was delicious. And I opted to stay home, although I had two tempting offers to hang out with people I love. But tonight sitting here listening to music, sipping a glass of wine and telling you how frickin' great my life is was I opted for. Sure I have to go deal with the remainder of the bird, get food and clothes packed up for the next 4 days that I'll be on the road, but I'm still chosing to write this. I turned the music up actually. Because I can. My choice.

Funny how in about 30 minutes I'll have to pee and regret that I picked the asparagus. And that when I finally get upstairs and start trying to figure out what I really need in my suitcase I'll wonder how it got so late. Again, all because of my choice to chat and rock out in my kitchen. Hopefully I'll be just as content with my previous choices.

I don't think I really had a huge message with this blog, other than I hope it inspires you to take a look at your life, at your options. The universe has a twisted sense of humor but it always gives you options. Even if they're as simple as live or die. You still get to pick. Love or don't love. Be loved or live unloved. Ick. That one just sucks, right? Be happy or be unhappy. Be thrilled to live or live marginally! What are you so afraid of? What do you want? You opted to read this. Now what are you going to do with all those thoughts floating like that red balloon? I happen to think the quiet I find while amongst the formations at the bottom of the ocean are quite lovely. Maybe it's the background music I've picked for the visualization. Maybe its because I know how to scuba dive. Who knows. I do know that I'm not afraid to let the balloon stop fighting and follow it wherever it goes. Because I chose to.

Live it up. Chose to. Then tell me about it. I'm fascinated by us and how we fight it all so much sometimes!

Love,

Sara
ps. If you need good music, I'm tuned in to Zac Brown Band Radio on Pandora.

Ramping Up

Tue, 08 May 2012 00:10:00 +0000

Many of the readings I've been doing lately are for people who've felt like they should be doing something but don't really know just what that something is. Some feel like they're in a holding pattern or more tired than usual, others feel like they're sort of vibrating but there's no explanation for it and more than a handful have no idea what made them call me because they're skeptics but they "had" to do a session with me. I can't say I've made the time enlighten myself to what other people's views are on this interesting phenomenon, but I can share with you what keeps being presented to me. My disclaimer is I encourage free thought and hope this just gets you thinking, not panicked. If I thought you'd all run from your computers screaming "We're never gonna make it!" I would have deleted this first paragraph and gone to bed.

First of all, is the world ending soon? I'm saying no. But is is shifting. And its been happening and those of us with that feeling I just described are kind of prepping for it. I've met people who have very specific roles as this shift happens. What do I mean by that? Well, you're reading this blog post, and if you've been a skeptic about all this psychic stuff or energy work you're a perfect example. If you're raising a child who sees ghosts or talks about the other side with no hesitation you're part of this dynamic shift. From what I'm being shown, the veil between the other side and us is just thinning. Will it erupt with a huge bang and send us all into oblivion? I don't think so. If I thought the world was going to end I'd be a mess because I have a six year old and I can't bear to think of that scenario. I'm ok with things gently opening, however, and feel very much a part of the process. It seems to be speeding up but I'm still comfortable with the pace at which its happening.

Second, I'd like to talk about the ancient or old ones that keep showing up. These are people who were around at the dawn of time. I did a past life regression on a woman last Monday who described two lives in detail, then the third life took her back to Atlantis, when the countries were formed and our landscape was outlined and defined. When I asked her if she had any family back then her response was, "We are all family. We live and die as one, as a community." The question itself wasn't clear to her because although they were individuals they were woven into one fabric, all dependent on each other. That was the first time in a past life regression that I remember being able to speak directly to an ancient one, although I'd sensed them through psychic readings before. The next day I did a party for a group of women, and one was very clearly a counterpart to the ancient one I'd just met. She is here to help people with the shift that is happening, and she is very much at peace with whatever lies ahead for us all. What that means exactly is not clear to me but I'm being fed miniscule tidbits, probably just enough so my rational mind can handle it!

Then on Wednesday I did readings for two more remarkable women. Again, powerful messages came through and because they had a similar themeI was open to the messages. Everything is connected and it's not coincidence these people all came to me for readings when they did. During theirs I got to go to the beginning of time. It was totally black, sort of the middle of the universe. Or the outskirts of the universe now that I think of it. It was a time before God as we know it. I channeled energy from a level I've never been, and it was powerful but extremely peaceful. There were millions of little lights that started swirling, just like the milky way. As they slowly began to pulse and move, they created a vacuum. From the vacuum came thought, and life, and the tangible world we inhabit. Then from that thought came God, which has given us a symbol that represents love and all knowing. (In theory, I guess, depending on your religious upbringing! That's a whole other post, so just let that thought go if it hangs you up.)

Yesterday at a Dock Dogs event a woman came up to ask me questions about her old black lab, who is an old soul, just like her. I close my eyes when I do readings, so she could walk by me today and the only thing that would anchor her my memory is how vibrantly green her eyes were. When I do a higher level reading my eyes flutter and I'm just a conduit, so I was barely present myself as I spoke to her. She was told that it is time for her to tap into her ancient power. It is time for her to remember what she knows, to guide others when the time comes. That is when I hit the brakes for a moment. Here I was, sitting at a dog event with hundreds of people around me and I'm telling this woman things that she was clearly not expecting. She was open to it, thank goodness (or God?)! I am realizing that it's time for people to have little reminders that the time for a conscious awakening or shift is now. They are a part of it. You are a part of it.

These are the things that I've been presented with lately. I want to end with a very funny comment a friend of mine made last night when a few of us were talking about this end of the world stuff. He said, "Hey, Dick Clark died, and he always rang in the new year. Maybe it does symbolize the end of life as we know it and he's going to ring in this ending people are talking about." We all laughed pretty hard, then got a bit freaked out. But it's food for thought, isn't it?

Ty the Mustang

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 23:55:00 +0000

So I was talking to this horse. Seriously. Today. In the cold rain. While he stared at me. I posted about Ty a while back. He is one of the mustangs that came from a government funded round up. I met him just after I had first heard such things even existed, and it's taken me many months to go back and check in with him. When I first met him, he was nervous, sad and not quite committed to living. The images he showed me of the round up were horrifying, and he told me about watching other horses get injured and die. His owner, Jill, rescued him from someone who was letting him starve and rot away in a field. So his life hadn't gotten any better after he was "saved" from the wild until he met her.

Fast forward to today. Ty is a gorgeous brown mustang with a mane that has highlights many women would pay top dollar to have. He still eyes people with suspicion but there is love and happiness in his deep brown eyes. Jill is able to touch him, to brush him, and to be near him while he's in his stall. This is a huge improvement! She asked me to come by to help figure out why he reacted to one of her grandsons by running away ever time he got close to the fence. Her grandson is only four and he has a special connection to her other two horses, so it's odd that Ty would have such a profound fear of him. Are you ready for what I got?

Ty used to be a man. He was a Native American out west, who had a wife and a son who was her grandsons age in the image I saw. I could see the mom standing with the son while the husband stood closer to a horse. The man wasn't the nicest man and there was no love for the wife, and non given back to him. He didn't want to be near them, actually, and he would take off on his horse for days at a time, and when he returned they were all asleep so he could tolerate them. That is the short and sweet of it. I didn't go further to find out where he went when he left his family- it was 34 degrees out and pouring, so I just stuck with the basics although it was quite fascinating to me.

I asked Ty why he came back as a horse and he said because he sort of needed a crash course on experiencing all different emotions and situations in this lifetime. He got love as a wild horse, saw the true bowels of humanity in how he was treated during the roundup and afterwards, has found love and has the opportunity to mend a past life relationship with his son. If he choses to. (For those of you I've already lost with this one, his son is now his grandson. And the horse used to be a man.) He also gets to see what it's like to be treated with respect and kindness, somthing that as a man he didn't experience as either a giver or a receiver.

I wanted him to come closer so I could put my hands on him, but when I asked him to he clearly said no. His body language said that he was thinking about it though. I asked him what he wanted. He said for his story to be told. On a National Geographic level; it's a huge story, and it's happening here. The Mount Washington Valley that I live in seems to need a good energy boost, which this story would provide. The story would spread out like a ripple from a pebble tossed into a still pond. So I asked him how do we get it out there? Ty said that I should spend a day a week sitting quietly and listening to him, journaling what he has to say. Now here's the thing. When an animal gives a story or a business idea, it's not mine. Its the owners. I typically forget all the details anyway; my minds way of allowing new information to have space to flow. He repeated it. So I told Jill, and I felt completely awkward because he was asking me to be the one to tell his story.

I hate journaling. Hates not a nice word, but I hate it when I'm told to do it. It reminds me of having to do homework. When I teach Reiki, I encourage the participants to journal their epxeriences as they practice. I never have. I guess I use this blog and facebook posts as a form of journaling.... Ok. I guess I don't HATE it but the thought of having to do it once a week because I was told to makes me hit the brakes. But then he explained to me why. Ty has a story to tell that trancends time and space. It is the story of a man, who wasn't loving or caring, who avoided his family. It is the story of a soul who wants to experience what that felt like, and then set the scene to do it again in a different way. Ty can give details about his life as a wild mustang and his brand will allow Jill (see how I handed her homework, too?) to trace it back to validate them. So it's an interesting concept and a horse is willing to tell me the tale. How can you pass up an opportunity like that????

For those of you who think this whole thing is nuts I'm glad you read to here. It means perhaps you believe that there is truth in at least one word here, and it may tempt you to open your mind a bit. Go for it! If nothing else it makes life quite interesting when you look at it from my perspective!

Meeting Archangel Michael

Wed, 29 Feb 2012 01:30:00 +0000

This past week I was at the New England Home Show in Boston, MA with my friend Kathy. I had no idea what to expect since most of my events are either animal related or at a metaphysical store where like minded people seek out my help. This was a whole different venue, and although I didn't do a lot of readings or reiki, I had a few profound experiences. This one I'm about to describe is so obscure if I wasn't involved I'd probably think the person relaying it was either full of you know what or crazy. I'd like to think I'm neither, and I encourage you to take it in and be open minded to what I'm about to tell you.

I had a woman come to my booth who had had a reading done many years ago, and she sat down very excited to get a traditional psychic reading. What transpired was nothing like either of us expected.... When I start I always ask to see a scene or image of the person that will give me a general understanding of their current situation. I may see someone standing alone in a forest, slamming doors or going down a water ride at an amusement park. She just felt tired, which she agreed was 100% accurate. After that, things got interesting.

I told her I saw purple behind her and over her chest, sort of in the shape of lungs. She said she'd been praying to Archangel Michael and he was purple. The lungs were exactly the same shape as angel wings. I said I saw green off to the right and behind him, and she said she'd also been praying to Raphael, who was green. The only things I know about Angels is what they show me; I've done very little research about them but like to chat with them and often see them when doing readings. The purple got super intense until all I could see was the brilliant purple figure with white light shining behind him. Kind of like looking at someone whose figure was blocking the sun in a way that only allowed you to see their sillhouette. I was directed to give her some reiki, and felt her her heart get warm and the energy flow through her body.

She asked if I saw any of her guides, and I immediatly saw a little woman with mocha colored skin. I felt the urge to put my hands to my forehead, in prayer position. When this happens, the energy I'm sending goes to the person sitting across from me although I'm physically using my body to demonstrate what I'm passing along. Using my ring fingers, I touched my forehead. Then the inside of my eyebrows, along the center of my forehead. The best part was when I put my ring finger alongside the bridge of my nose, then to the base of my nose, and then to the side of my lips. Then I touched the hard cartilidge of my ears, then to my heart. As I did this my heart started glowing more and more until the heat within it was super intense. She said the ring finger corresponds to your heart, and I believe it! After this mini healing process she mentioned she'd love to know about past lives, and then Micheal came back with a huge whoosh.

She said she always felt connected to Atlantis, which is (in theory) where life as we know it began. Michael said that if her soul wanted to be reminded of this time and allow her to have peace with all she's lived through, that he would give her soul those memories. I knew this didn't mean she'd see it all, but that it would be a part of her on a subconscious level. I told her if she wanted it he would give it all to her, and that I would merely be the conduit. She said yes. I held my hands up in front of her and could feel the most powerful energy I've ever felt run through me, out my hands and into her. All of a sudden I felt it stop, and realized she was blocking it. I asked her to open the top of her head if she was ready, and it began again. I have heard of people who speak in tongues, which is a language in itself but not one I'm familiar with. Words that sounded like choppy sounds words without enough vowels started running through my mouth. This was uncharted territory for me! I coudn't let my ego step back enough for them to come out, but they were in my mind, my mouth and my eyes. Suddenly I saw flashes of images, so quick together and so fast that I am still not sure what they were, but I could feel them flowing through her head and into the root chakra, into her lower pelvis.

At the end, I sealed up her energy and asked her if she was ok. She felt a little "swimmy" but fantastic. I have never ever felt anything like that in my life! I did what I was guided to do, and she has reported feeling wonderful ever since. These are the times I know I'm supposed to hold on and trust that my actions are divinely guided. I'm also very aware that a year ago I would have been the first to call someone like me a crackpot. So I send this out there with the knowledge that it was a beautiful experience, and you can believe me or seek your own answers. I actually encourage you to do the latter and hope you come to your own realizations of what could be guiding us from the other side.

I am still trying to process it all and am just amazed that such a powerful thing happened in the middle of the busy New England Home Show in my 10x10 booth. Who would have guessed, huh?

With lots of love,

Sara

Healing Your Heart

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 20:05:00 +0000

Greetings all!

So in the past four days I've told this to five or more people, so apparently I'm supposed to write about it! This is about healing your heart. So many people that I work on or do readings for have such closed off hearts. I'm on eof THOSE people, in fact! There's often very valid reasons for shutting it down but it's so important to realize that so you can allow love to flow. I will be doing this exercise for the next week (and perhaps longer) when I go to sleep and try to open up my heart to give and recieve love more freely and I invite you to do it as well.

First of all, why do we lock it up so tightly? You may have lost a spouse and you never fully grieved or you're afraid of being hurt again. You may have been in a relationship and been hurt so badly you never want to feel that pain again. Or as a child you may not have been loved, or throughout your life you may not have ever felt loved, so why not just make sure you don't get hurt? Sure. Lock it up. What if you did love and you were wounded when they left you and you just didn't get it? Put a layer of ice over that heart then, too. Now you're locked and cold. Doesn't feel very good, does it? What if you lost a child? My heart would probably just disappear if I lost Zach. It takes a strong person to allow love to flow after that. And it happens every day, so it is possible. I think you get my point, but I could go on and on. So take a moment and ask if you know the reason your heart is being protected. And then ask yourself are you open to giving and receiving love? And do you want to feel love? I hope you said yes.

Physically we can tell when the heart is closed, although it often takes a session with someone like me to point it out to you. Heartburn, indigestion, acid reflux, or just a general tightness are examples of how the emotional piece of protecting a wounded heart can manifest. How tight are your muscles? I have to say I have a new perspective when I see the people who work out so much create that firm wall of muscle around their chest... I want to ask them if they're happy, but I know better. Usually. Have you ever just had a tight feeling or a weight in your chest? You may have all the medical tests done and they just can't find anything. Strange, huh? Or is it emotions that you're holding on to? Food for thought.

Lets get to the good stuff. How can you open your heart? Here's a simple exercise I use with people during hypnosis and reiki sessions. You're going to have to read it and then try it, because I'm going to ask you to close your eyes while you do it. So with your eyes closed, imagine a closed flower over your heart. It's closed up tight. It may be a rose, a tulip, a peony, whatever you see or feel is good and right for you. What color is it? And how does it feel? Does it want to open? If you get a no, ask why? What emotion does this closed flower represent or feel? Be open to whatever you get. Ask it if it's ready to open up a tiny bit. You may get a clear NO but if you get a yes, try to let it blossom just a little bit. Could you get it to open? How did that feel? What color is the flower now? What emotion does it feel or represent? What do you need to know? Why does it want to stay closed? If you get an answer, ask if it's ready to let go of any old habits or patterns that are no longer serving your greater good, and ask to let go of them. Take a deep breath in, and as you exhale let that emotion or reason flow out of your body, so it's no longer able to hold you back from love. Once you can feel the color and energy of your heart, connect it to your brain. You can do this by imagining a lightbulb that is screwed in (or just fueled by) your heart, going up through your neck and into your head, creating that light and giving off comfortable warmth. Or you can just imagine that light in your heart spreading throughout your body. Again, play with it and see what feels good. When you get something that feels stuck, acknowledge it, take a breath, and let it go.

Keep playing with this, see how far you can get the flower to open. It may not want to open at all, and that's fine. But ask why. Then ask what it needs to feel safe and open to the possibility of love. Listen to what you get or feel for answers. If you can't seem to picture the flower, do it with colors. Or imagine a block or wall of ice, or a huge icicle over your heart. Can you get it to melt? There are so many ways to do this and if you want to, find what works and feels best for you. There's no wrong way to do it. People always ask me what the colors mean. Who knows? Thats not true. I do. But it's not what I know them to be, it's what they feel like to YOU that's important. YOU have all of the answers in your soul and your spirit. It's just figuring out how you can tap into them.

Why is it so important to give and receive love? Its part of why we're here. We need love. It's important to be able to both give and receive. If you don't figure that out, your relationships with a loved one can suffer or not exist. Your patterns will continue. It doesn't matter how much you say I love you if your heart isn't speaking. Your head, mouth and heart all have to be connected. Practice this. Have fun with it. Learn, grow and evolve by opening your heart. Now I guess I have to practice what I preach..... Maybe a future post will be about my experiences, or I'll keep you updated on facebook... So stay tuned. And good luck!

Love,

Sara

Tulip

Tue, 10 Jan 2012 19:10:00 +0000

Almost two years ago I met a sweet dog named Tulip at a fundraiser in my home town. It was a sleety day in March, the kind where side roads were treacherous and if you ran into a store you'd come out ten minutes later to find your car coated with a thin layer of ice. I was pretty surprised when Tulip and her owner arrived at their designated time! Tulip was sporting a colorful fleece coat and seemed to thoroughly enjoy her reiki and session with me. The connection between her and her owner was touching and they both left a huge impression on me.

Last year her owner emailed to say that Tulip had indeed made it to her next birthday. I can't remember exactly how old she was, but she was up there for sure! Today the first email I opened was from Tulips mom saying she crossed over yesterday. It included picture of Tulip taken yesterday on her walk. She was covered in her signature fleece coat, shining in the sunlight. It is a beautiful image and I wish that more people could have such an opportunity before saying goodbye. I sobbed. I sat at my computer and cried, and I'm crying even now as I tell it to you. Funny how one dog made such an impression on me. I usually don't have a lot of emotions attached to the animals or people I read, which allows me to do it without bias or judgement.

I know she made it safely to the other side and I actually think her family will process her passing with strength, love, celebration and support for each other as they find their way through the grief. I would just like to say thank you to Tulip for touching my heart and I hope she enjoys her "retirement" in the heavens.

Beside her image it says,

"Her sweet heart will rest in peace."

Sara

Traditions

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:20:00 +0000

Hello all!

Yesterday I picked Z up from school and we set out to find a Christmas tree. I was shopping by price, Z was shopping by love of the perfect tree. Which also means the tallest to an almost six year old. We went to the first place but didn't fall in love with any. The second stop was Westons farm stand in Conway, and Zach immediately walked up to a tree and said, "This one." He did the same thing last year and it really was a perfect tree. This time I have to say I was a little nervous because some of them were over $50 and this one had no tag on it. Not to mention it did appear to be the tallest tree but only because of the nearly two feet of bare "whip" towering above it's thick green branches. Or are they boughs? Anyway. We left the lot with a $35 tree tied to the roof of my Subaru.

Years ago I was not in charge of tree duty. Actually, even after I got divorced someone would help me out, and this is only the second year that Z and I have been refining our own tree getting tradition. It's pretty empowering and fantastic! I got it off the car (as he gave me direction and encouragement), I sawed off a few inches on the bottom (as he pointed out I should lean onto it more to make it cut through easier) and got it in the house (as he stood inside and told me which way to move so I didn't hit the door). Z guided it into the tree stand and he held it while I secured it. And then we stepped back to check out our new find. Once again, my boy had picked out a spectacular tree!

Zach was all about putting up the ornaments and and was impatient as I strung the white lights. As we dug into the box of ornaments I realized that we are creating our own traditions. When I was growing up my parents gave me an ornmament each year. The last Christmas before my mom died, she was recovering from a hyserectomy but had carefully packaged all my childhood ornaments in a box. The first year after she died I sobbed and drank my way through the tree decorating process, only to find in the morning that most ornaments were hung arms distance away from my drink. The next year was only mildly easier, and I cried when I unwrapped the silver bell given to me on my second Christmas and the snoopy carrying a tree I was given in elementary school. Every ornament had a story that I remember her telling me every year as we hung them. She had also included ornaments that I had painted. There is one from 1982; a tacky yellow sloppily painted glass ornament with the word "Frosty" scrawled in red. There are two that I made while on college break. My house was a stopping point for my room mates and friends headed to more distant locations. My memories of sitting by the fire place and painting ornaments are some of my favorite college memories. Both of my parents played piano beautifully and the night would inevitably end with us singing Frank Sinatra's My Way with the Christmas tree covered in white lights, red ribbons and our fresh creations setting the back drop for what could have been the scene for a timeless movie.

Last night as Z and I decorated the tree I shared with him the stories I'd been told over the 28 Christmases I had with my mom. I also told him the stories behind the five ornaments he's accumulated so far that will be handed to him when he is a grown up. He had decided he was the boss and would periodically stand back and admire our work, saying "Yup. She's a beauty!" and then resume hanging the soft and non breakables he was in charge of. He did keep reminding me that he had picked out the perfect tree and that I was surprised at just how good it was. It wasn't until he had gone to bed that I realized it was the first year I wasn't sad at all while decorating. I was thrilled to have him as my side kick, as my son and to be creating our own family traditions.

I have two favorite memories of last night. One was as I pulled out an ornament, said, "Ohhhhhhh... Grammy Mary Ellen LOVED this one!" To which he replied, "Mom, she loved everything." And she did. And then when I pulled out the angel she had painted he said, "Mom, I have more angels than Danette." Danette is my friend who has taught me everything I know about angelsso to date, so that says a lot. And he's right. He does have more angels around him than anyone I know!

Sorry it's been such a long post, but its just amazing to me that this is my life. Tomorrow Zachary turns six. For six years we've been fine tuning our holiday traditions. This year really felt like "ours" and I love that. Here's to many years of traditions for you and yours.

Love,

Sara

Protecting Children's Energy

Tue, 29 Nov 2011 18:55:00 +0000

Zach is a very intuitive child, which you know if you've read any of my other posts or have taken a workshop with me. At my high school reunion I reconnected with a dear friend who has a 5 year old who sounds eerily similar to Zach. She asked me what she can do to make him feel safe and the following is what I told her. I recommend this to anyone regardless of how "open" your child is, and then find a way to allow them to explore their gifts while helping them live the fun and exciting life of a child. This has been a huge lesson for me lately and I hope that all of you with children in your life find a nugget in here that resonates with you.

I call in protective energy to surround Zach and to keep him safe. I often refer to this as "white lighting his belly." When I "white light" something I breathe in from the sky, though my head. You can also breathe up from the ground; whichever feels better for you. First breath fills you with white light and you ask for protection. Next breath expands it from your belly and then surrounds you. You can visualize your child in that white coccoon with you or put him in his own. You can teach him to do it himself. Tell him to put a hand on his belly, so he can feel it. He takes the breath of white light in from the top of his head, and exhales it into his belly or out his hand and into his belly. Visualize it happening as he tries it and let him know if he cant light up his belly you can do it for him. But that even if he can't feel it he is able to do it. Tell him to call in his guardian angel or whatever he feels safe with and can relate to. For Zach we call in the angels and Grammy Mary Ellen, who's on the other side and undoubtedly watching out for him!

You can also do this for him while he's asleep. Actually, you can do this for him any time; even if he's far away. Close your eyes and just do it. Imagine him glowing in white and ask the angels to protect him. When Z's asleep I'll sometimes go in and put my hands out and over him. I ask the angels and god to protect him and keep him safe. And then my eyes usually get all fluttery and I just say whatever comes out, and it feels like spontaneous prayer. Which is odd and awesome at the same time. Odd because I'm not much of a formal pray-er, but awesome because the words that come out astound me some times with their power. Sometimes I either imagine wiping the air above him or will literally "wipe" the energy around him in whatver pattern feels right. If I feel something creepy around him I push my hands at it and blow at it, and I tell it to go away, it's not allowed in my house. There is a corner of his room that has two windows, and often I feel a thick presence behind the glass that I don't want any where near us. If the curtains were up and the neighbors were looking in, they'd probably think I was nuts. The image they'd see is of me with my eyes open at that point, exhaling like I was blowing out a cake loaded with candles and my hands pushing as if I expect Spider Mans webs to shoot from my palms. Maybe they can see the white light coming out of them, who knows?

Be sure to tell him if anything does creep him out he can tell it to go away and it has to listen to him. Have him say it to you, and then make sure it's done with power. Zach said "GO AWAY" and I felt the whoosh of energy. And then I told him I'm his enforcer, and if he does it and he doens't think it works let me know and I'll make them go away. But it's good to empower them and teach them these little tricks when they're the most open.

One Year Out

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 22:20:00 +0000

It's almost 5:30pm on a Friday and I'm sitting in a quiet house. I don't have anywhere to be, I have no one to take care of other than me. Z is with his dad and it's my time to regroup. I don't have to drive anywhere or talk to anyone. If I don't want to. It's strange. And peaceful.

This has been a big week for me. Zach loves his bunk beds and I now get to sleep alone again, with him in his fantastic room. It's been a long time coming! Two years ago I worked at a job where I would pick Z up from Grammy Lanes, Z's adopted Grandmother, at 7:30pm. He'd have been fed so we'd come in and go right up to bed. He was in my bed because I was too tired to argue it and it was the only time I got to spend with him. That was not how I envisioned raising him. And then he got bigger, and sharing a bed with him wasn't quite relaxing. He is a flailer when he sleeps. The kid can throw an elbow like nobodys business and you never know when it's coming.

I look at my life now. It's been one year to the day (HOLY COW I just realized that!!!) since leaving that job. I have time to watch him grow and explore and live. And I'm a part of it. We've gone to the ocean, done dinners with friends, gone skiing, sledding, swimming and had pancakes for breakfast. I'm so grateful for all the things that have affected this path that I'm on. Without being miserable at "That Job" I wouldn't have been pushed to find my own happiness. And I'm loving it! So tonight I guess I'm going to try to enjoy the quiet. And not work. Or stare at the computer. I am going to sit in Z's top bunk for a little bit because his room is wayyyyyyyyyyy cooler than mine now.

Isn't it interesting that the one quiet night I have is the anniversary date of my freedom. I'm so glad I took the time to write this or I never would have noticed. Cheers to that!

Sara

Lovin' Life

Tue, 15 Nov 2011 02:10:00 +0000

Today was a great day. Today I had the conscious thought of, "Wow. I am exactly where I want to be right now." That's amazing. How many times does that happen? Not very many. I think we all get sucked into the flow of life and are so busy swimming or treading or drowning that we don't actually realize when things are going really well.

I had a hypnosis client for smoking cessation first, followed by two long distance readings. One is someone I've met along my way and if we lived closer I'd be hanging out with her and chatting about angels and the meaning of life over coffee. I love people who are open to being active participants in life and getting the most out of it. She's one of those people. The second reading was about animals, but there was clearly a message for the owner as well. So often animals are our mirrors- it just takes someone like me to point that out and help decipher what that means.

This afternoon I got Z's bunkbeds finished, got a mattress for the top and got to watch him explore it with pure joy. He was funny about the ladder; wasn't so sure he liked going up it and he seemed in awe of his new found perspective of his room. After about 20 ups and downs he said he wanted to make a sign that said he gets the top bunk, no one else. So I climbed up and we chatted about that.... Zach doesn't like his room because he said it gives him bad dreams. I told him I had a very special gift for him that would only let in good dreams. I gave Z a dreamcathcher a friend made me about 14 years ago. I lived in a great old farm house with 5 other people after college, and some of my most fun memories are from that time. I had totally forgotten about the dreamcatcher until this morning, when I noticed it hanging beside my mirror. It was nice to dust it off and remember the fun I had back then, but it feels perfect hanging just out of reach from his bunk.

I've never seen Zach eat dinner as fast as he did tonight! By 6pm he was telling me it was time for bed. He got ready for his bath, but said he had to check something in his top bunk. So my naked almost six year old climbed up and made sure it was still ok. It was. He took a bath, got a quick hair cut (which I'm hoping turns out better than the last time I tried that) and by 7pm he was out cold in his top bunk with Snoopy tucked under his arm. My little boy is growing up.

Today was a great day. I am reminded that I love what I do. I love helping people find peace with their journey, to better understand it. I love that I get time to be with Zach and that he is still a little boy and that I need to foster his need for exploration and silliness. I hope that tomorrow is just as good, and that if it's not that I can find comfort in knowing there's a whole lot of people who have enhanced my life just as much as I have touched theirs. Thank you for that. It made today great!