Dreams Guide You Home


The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.  ~Ellie Rodriguez

As most of you know by now, interpreting dreams is a passion of mine,  I love to guide someone towards the interpretation of their dreams.  Something I have noticed, is everyone, at least once, has a house dream.  This type of dream  shows up in many forms: mansions, childhood homes, castles, family homes, cottages.  Some are often familiar, haunted, broken down, or  being renovated.  They can also be full, empty, colorful or falling apart.. so many types of houses in dreams, but what do these dreams mean?

Often, in my life, I have dreamed of Victorian Mansions or “castlelike” homes, with many many stories and secret passages!  Those are my most favorite dreams.  I love to discover new rooms which appear out of nowhere, like this one dream where I lived in this house and after years and years never knew there was an extra bedroom.  It was hidden in a small corner under the stairs.  The magical feeling I had discovering his in my dream  is a feeling I rarely experience awake. Thinking back now, did this room represent something hidden inside of me ready to be discovered?  Most probably.  It also could have meant I had hidden issues which needed to be addressed.  Another theory, which I do not dismiss, it that I once lived in that Victorian Mansion in a past life.  It is possible.. in fact, in dreams, anything can happen.

Yet, for today,  I want to focus on one aspect of the house in dreams, which is:  The House represents self.  Take this snippet I found on About.com:

For the psychologist Carl Jung, building a house was a symbol of building a self. In his autobiographical Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Jung described the gradual evolution of his home on Lake Zurich. Jung spent more than thirty years building this castle-like structure, and he believed that the towers and annexes represented his psyche.

I believe this is true in life, however, it also represents the reality of  some dreams.  If you look at the levels in a house, attic, main floors, basement, all these represent a part of “self” in dreams.  Although I am a true believer that each floor would represent what that floor means to YOU, there are general interpretations one could look at.  I would caution against generalizing, yet, these interpretations I use as a blueprint, like an astrologer would use the general meaning of each sign.

In the interpretation of The Mausoleum, I explained the different levels, according to Jung, by looking at the iceberg, the conscious mind or intellect represents The Attic, different rooms and main floors represent different aspects of self, or a specific aspects of your soul, mind or spirit, I tend to believe the mind is up there with the attic.  Consequently, the basement is where your subconscious mind and intuition live.

Yet, do not forget, these are general statements, as for some, basements may represent fear, loneliness or depression, and attics may represent the same.  So it is good to really look at the symbols in your dream and relate them to what they mean to you!

The house as a whole can represent safety, comfort and love.  Rooms, as mentioned above can represent a spiritual part of oneself.   In Jen’s dreams, A house is a home: Where the Spirit Lies you can see, if you refer to them, the comfort aspect is predominant, and one room in particular struck me:

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The renovated room.  There is a room in you, some part of you that maybe you “forgot about”  (I think this room represents a part of you spirit) that was improved and decorated.. and you are willing to spend more time there now that you have discovered its beauty..

In Face In – Workin’ On It The house in Mel’s dream represented her:

This house represents the new you, your essence, the “new phase” you are shifting to. The upper part of the house is usually where your thoughts lie. The narrow staircase reminds me “narrow minded” or the parts of all of us that is like so. So that you hadn’t noticed the “narrow staircase” makes me think of “today” in life, you are “opening up” to new things. Being surprised of how big it is up there, is also you realizing that things are bigger than they seem..

In conclusion, the next time you do have a house dream, ask yourself these questions:

  • What is going on in my life right now?

  • How is this affecting my spirit?

  • What part of me is this touching?  Intellect? Spirit? 

  • Look for colors, shapes and how these make you feel?

  • Were you happy, excited or fearful? 

  • Who was in house with you? 

  • Was it empty, furnished or full of staircases?  


    There are plenty more questions you may ask yourself after any dream, however, remember to relate it to what is happening in your life, even the weirdest dreams have meaning:

Remember:

Everything in the unconscious seeks outward manifestation…
– Carl Jung

As for me, I am hoping to return to my Victorian Home full of winding staircases, floors and gorgeous rooms.  And those secret passageways, those I can get lost in for hours!

Blessings

Kim

If you have any questions about house dreams, please do not hesitate to contact me on my Facebook page (see left hand side bar and clic on LIKE) or email me at kim.larocque@sympatico.ca.  For dream interpretations go to Intuitive Dreams Readings tab above.

Nightly Encounters of the Divine Kind – by Sherrie Dillard


Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back: a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

– Anais Nin

Dear readers,  today’s DreamFriday post is written by Sherrie Dillard / psychic and medium and a New Thought pastoral counselor, and author.  Please welcome her with loving arms, as I am honored and excited to have her write for Muse In The Valley.

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Nightly Encounters of the Divine Kind

I love a good dream. I feel myself blessed when my dreams have yielded important insights, comfort, exciting adventure or wise and kind company. My dreams seem to be born from different parts of me. Some of them I easily identify as stress and worry dreams. These often involve losing my car keys, giving away my dogs, being lost in a strange place and my teeth falling out. Although they alert me to areas in my life that I need to work on, these are not my most favorite type of dreams.

I often dream about the people in my life. Sometimes they are clients of mine and we are still working on issues. Frequently I dream of my family and friends. When I am able to decipher the accompanying strange, interesting or funny imagery, I understand myself, others and situations so much better.  Sometimes my dreams have no discernible characters or events and I cannot comprehend what they might be trying to tell me. When this happens I let the dream take its time to soak into my heart and mind without rushing to dissect it.

My favorite kind of dream is what I like to think of as a spiritual encounter. In these dreams I am in the presence of wise and loving beings that often come to me with a message or gift of love, guidance or direction. These dreams can be transformative. I feel an influx of new energy, awareness and a sense of renewal.

I recently had one such dream. In it a woman came to me and told me to follow her. We got onto an elevator and it shot upward at breakneck speed. Suddenly the doors opened and an Asian man who I intuitively knew to be a Buddhist handed me a yellow hat. The doors to the elevator then abruptly shut and we started to descend. As it did I admired the hat’s beauty. It was made of woven material and had jeweled designs embroidered all through it. It was a beautiful gift. Then, I woke up.

I knew the dream was significant, but I did not know why. The next day as I was walking my dog I thought about the dream. I intuitively knew that the dream was important, but I did not know why.  I did however hear an inner voice telling me to go home and goggle Buddhist and yellow hat. I thought this was silly, but I did it. As I was typing in Buddhist and yellow hat onto my search button, several sites quickly appeared.  I clicked on one and saw a picture of a yellow hat, surprisingly similar to the one in my dream. Reading the information on the site, I learned that there is a Yellow Hat sect of Tibetan Buddhists and that this is the sect that the Dali Lama belongs to. There is a long history and tradition which explains the Yellow Hat sect that I will not go into, but to be given this hat in my dream was clearly an honor.  Not one that I completely understood. But, this is how these dream encounters often are. They inspire and wake you to new perspectives and possibilities. Not simply mental activity, they are more like a passage through which we transform.

In my book The Miracle Workers Handbook: Seven Levels of Power and Manifestation of the Virgin Mary, that has just been released, I talk about the importance of these nightly encounters. One of the ways that we are spiritually guided, receive direction and help is through our dreams. Angels, Mary, and other spiritual beings and teachers come to us while we sleep. When the curtain of consciousness slips away at night, we are more able to allow and receive visits from the spiritual realm. It is interesting that I had this dream at the time that my book about the Virgin Mary was being released. My unconscious clearly was not dwelling on Buddhist thoughts. In this way the dream was a special treat to me because it spoke to the oneness of all religions and spiritual traditions. Although I know some of the basics of Buddhist philosophy, I do not know much of their practices and traditions. This dream transcended the parameters of my spiritual preferences and offered me a drop of pure spiritual juice.

Most spiritual traditions, the Bible included are full of instances and examples of holy visitations taking place through dreams. Battles have been fought. People have left their homes, wed unlikely partners, journeyed to distant places and changed the course of their lives because of the guidance that they received through their dreams.

Whatever you believe in, whatever is powerful, loving and wise, invite it into your dreams. It might change your life.

Sherrie Dillard M.Div. is a psychic and medium and a New Thought pastoral counselor. She is the author of the best-selling Discover Your Psychic Type, Love and Intuition and her newly released book, The Miracle Workers Handbook: Seven Levels of Power and Manifestation of the Virgin Mary

Guided By Spirit – Lucid Dreaming


lucid dream is any dream in which one is aware that one is dreaming. The term was coined by the Dutch psychiatrist and writer Frederik (Willem) van Eeden(1860–1932). In a lucid dream, the dreamer may be able to exert some degree of control over their participation within the dream or be able to manipulate their imaginary experiences in the dream environment. Lucid dreams can be realistic and vivid. It is shown that there are higher amounts of beta-1 frequency band (13–19 Hz) experienced by lucid dreamers, hence there is an increased amount of activity in the parietal lobes making lucid dreaming a conscious process. (source:  Wikipedia)

Kelly Beversdorf is a longtime dreamer of mine (see below for all her dreams)  She shares her dreams regularly, however, I’ve found Kelly’s dreams to be more detailed and vivid, than most of my dreams or  those of my regular clients.  I did some research and found, in fact, without knowing, Kelly is experiencing the beginnings of Lucid Dreaming.  This can happen when one is in a meditative state, or in such a relaxed state (like almost falling asleep).

I also believe Kelly experiences a visit by a Spirit Guide:

I consulted Monica Wilcox, from FemmeTales, and she states:

I would say the Indian woman is a spirit guide and appeared to show that she is with her. It strikes me that the dream if very much about how to position yourself for survival/enlightenment and maybe this guide came to show her that she is supporting her in this. I would recommend at the end of the reading that Kelly try and connect to this woman in meditation. 

 Take a look:  

The Dream

I’m hanging out with Leah and her brother Jonathan. Jonathan is telling me about surviving in all different U.S. climates. He said by sleeping in certain positions you can survive longer in extreme weather, something to do with gravity and our bodies energy system. He referenced that a Native American tribe traveled to every region of our country studying these survival sleeping habits and found successful results in every region but ours (the Ohio River Valley). Jonathan showed me one of the sleeping positions:  if you sleep with your head pointing towards a large body of water (lake or ocean) you will avoid having cold damp feet, thus not getting sick. He was telling me this in a very serious tone and way as if my life depended on it. He said the reason the Native American tribe was so unsuccessful in surviving in our area was because of our inconstant weather patterns.

We are sitting on my bed in my room and I notice there is a young Indian woman looking out my window. She is dressed in a brown dress, length is above her ankles, she has long beautiful black straight hair(its shiny), her hair is in pig-tails. The dress is made from animal hide. She had a thin leather head band on with a few small feathers standing up. She looked straight at me…into my eyes with her big brown eyes. She pointed her finger over her lips like she was wanting me to keep this a secret between us. I don’t know if Jonathan even saw her? While she is standing there Jonathan keeps talking about all the different sleeping positions…and demonstrating them. Its looks like Cirque De Soleil going on in the background while the Indian Woman and I locked eyes for what seemed like hours. When she disappeared I asked him to clarify what this tribe didn’t find a survival sleeping position for this area? He said he wasn’t sure, but suggested they didn’t make it here or they didn’t survive because of the constant unpredictable weather.

I’m walking down a familiar street. The full moon is out.  It is HUGE and it is beautiful: the kind of moon that literally takes up the entire sky. The fall leaves are at their most colorful, red, orange, yellow, purple, burgundy, golden, rusty orange, light greenish-yellow, and they are all sparking in the moon light. They are lit up like Christmas lights, and the street I’m walking down is lined up with big strong beautiful old trees with magnificent leaves. It’s like one of those light tunnels you might see during a Christmas light show in a park…but picture it as trees with every fall color you can imagine lit up by the moon. AMAZING!!! I’m walking through the tunnel of glowing trees and I see these 2 old snobby people complaining about everything & anything in the middle of this tunnel. These 2 people reminded me of the people I use to work for in an art gallery in Arizona last winter. I pass them, but they ask me where they can leave this tunnel. I tell them to figure it out themselves because I’m enjoying myself in this place, and ask them to stop stealing my joy. I keep walking on down the street/tree tunnel.  I get to an opened path way. So it’s not night-time any more, but day.

The sky is slightly overcast…very light gray skies high in the sky…not the looming clouds you’d see if there was rain coming. At the end of this path is a valley not a steep valley but a gentle slop. It’s very grassy, soft ground and there are people all kinds of people happily playing. It’s like a giant play ground for everyone not just kids…even dogs & cats are there having fun(in peace). There are buildings…brick buildings around the play ground they are a golden color with big windows. I see a parking lot…which is full of cars except one spot. All of the sudden the sky opens up…and rain comes down gently hitting my face, hair, and I start walking down the hill toward the play ground. People aren’t really alarmed…some go inside but some stay out in the rain. I see Jonathan pull into the one open parking space with Leah in the passenger side. They wave at me…their arms are out of the car windows waving big waves at me…”happy to see you” waves. I get to the car quickly and easily, I noticed in the window’s reflection the moon is still out full, huge, and beautiful…it’s behind me. Leah and Jonathan mention how cool and rare it is to have rain with not clouds and with the moon out. Okay I’ll add that the time prior to this moment I didn’t realize the moon was out…I thought it was the sun shining through the clouds which was making it so bright. I was WRONG! I agreed and smiled at them happy to share this awesome moment with my two friends. Jonathan takes his foot off the brake and the car rolls slightly over the black top into the grass, leaving mud tire marks and he ends up getting the car to back up and on the black top…no harm no foul!

The Interpretation

We discussed briefly this dream the other day.  I am convinced, that you were in a meditative state or lucid dreaming.  There are too many details in this dream to be a “conventional dream”

These dreams can still be interpreted, however, I think there is a higher power at work in this dream.  The traditional symbols are there Friends, places etc. however, there is, I am sure, a spirit guide (Native Woman) telling you a secret.. or showing you this dream to give you a message.

This secret has to do with Survival and paradise.. the inner paradise one can feel when at one with the Universe.  The valley seemed to me to be heaven.  Where all is at one and at peace.  Even the moon arriving through the rain is a moment of pure bliss..

Your friends, to me, represent unconditional love, support and help.  You can call on these friends anytime to help you to feel that you have a purpose here that you are trying to fulfill, and they will be your soul partners to cheer you on!

I totally love the Native Woman. I truly believe she is one of your spirit guides whom you can call on when needed.  I feel she has been there a long time by your side, and feels you are ready to receive this information about eternal life and the peaceful paradise you can have right here on earth.

She also appears to comfort you and to let you know that your past lives were not all negative, that there has always been people along your path who have loved you and supported you.. every single lifetime.. and she gave you a glimpse of heaven.. But its a secret.. between her and you.. The rest of the secret is only for you to discover..

John here seems to be in your dream to give you tips into “survival” into your new life.  Your life of being on your own, and being ok!  I think the “outdoorsy” way he is speaking about, is letting you know, that you have ways you can act and be, in order to always be safe.  Sleeping positions remind me of the basic needs.. when we are children, the foetal position is what keeps us safe.. even today when we are sad.

And your life does depend on this information.  If you choose a life of unconditional love and support for yourself, like Leah and John give you here.. you will live a life of purpose.  This tribe will make it.. because you will let yourself be guided into the right position.. (this also may be a tribe of a past you’ve once lived)

The tunnel of glowing trees (as you describe) gave me an overwhelming feeling of happiness.  This place, where you are in total bliss, allowed you to tap into yourself despite the snotty negative women.  This place resides within you.  You can tap into it whenever you feel there is negativity around you.. this is your “higher self” your spirit.. Go there often.

The moon, which according to Dreammoods,  represents some hidden, mysterious aspect of yourself, this makes total sense to me because it even comes out during a rain shower.  This mysterious aspect of yourself.. still needs to be discovered (secret of the Native woman).. and its up to you to find it!!! ( I think your course with Jen will help with this)

The parking lot being full except for one place:  I feel this place is left open for you.. for you to find your niche (the mystery)…

Your friends represent all who are cheering you on this path.  You can connect with them too when you feel down or disappointed.  I am cheering for you too.. and so are all the positive influences and people in your life.

The Valley represents the old and the new.  The valley with the gentle slope seems to represent the passage into this new life.. this new way of thinking, and a place to feel sheltered and protected.. or the need to feel sheltered and protected.

This dream / vision is powerful and very spiritual.. I could probably find more and more meaning, however, I think the secret is for you to discover.

You can catch Kelly’s BIO and dreams here  and here.

NEW:  Kelly’s Response to this interpretation:

She is most definitely open to other dimensions, as guides, worlds and twin souls come to her in her dreams!   Fascinating.

For more info on how I interpret dreams go to my readings page.

Love and light to you

Kim

A Christmas To Love


This year created a Facebook Page: I For The Love Of Christmas. Why? because I am filled with wonderful memories of Christmases past. I am addicted to these past experiences because of the amazing impact they have had on me as child. I can remember the day I saw Santa Claus riding his reindeer in the sky. I was only 5 then, but the feeling .. The excitement.. The JOY! I felt was so overwhelming I couldn’t deny it.

Here’s the story:  I was sitting on my bed on Christmas eve, too full of Christmas anticipation to sleep. I had just returned from leaving Baby Jesus under the Tree, saying my prayers and kissing him goodnight. My brother and I were sneaking conversation under the covers when we heard a noise from outside my window (we lived on the second floor). Then, I got up on my knees to look out and that is when it happened: From the corner of my eye I saw him and eight tiny reindeer fly through the sky in a beam of light. I screamed so loudly that my mom rushed into the room to see what was going on. To this day… I believe.. Some may call it an overactive imagination..however, I like to call it creating the experiences: Thus, in my life, Santa Claus rides the skies on Christmas eve.

Now, at 46 years of life, I go around wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, singing Christmas carols and dance and ring jingle bells which drive my kids crazy. I’m passing on my Christmas joy and hope to create memories my kids will cherish.

Christmas can mean many things. This week, Monica Wilcox  posted an article on her blog Femme Tales – Truth with humor:   Can A Former Christian Find Meaning In Christmas? (If you can, read the article before continuing). I was about to write a similar post, yet Monica describes my feelings perfectly that I do not need to repeat. She also matches my position on Christmas and how I’ve taken the bible stories and adapted them to my spirituality. There is so much I love about this time of year, and the message I love the most is: “Peace on Earth Good Will Towards Men”. What is NOT to love about wishing our fellow humans peace, love and fulfillment? I am grateful for the story of Christmas, and the story of Hanukkah.. I take what I love about any celebration and adapt it to our family traditions. This, makes our experience unique, yet ingrained in common traditions around the world.

My initial point of writing about Christmas is…. although I’m all Ho Ho Ho! And Mistletoe …. I too get discouraged, nostalgic and often lonely. I’m like many of you, who, at times, find it difficult to listen to the “Commercialism” of Christmas, and to read newspaper articles on “How Shoppers are Scroogelike this year”. Furthermore, my family (mom, dad and brother) are not so close (geographically) and everyone often feels a bit of pressure on whose house to visit and when. This year I told everyone: “Listen to yourselves, do what you feel, and no strings!”  Lets do what makes us happy!

Also, finances also play a role in everyone’s stress. In our family, we have started over:  A move, a separation, a new environment..  There are many whom have lost their jobs, loosing their homes  and struggling to make ends meet.  This year especially, I must remind myself that Christmas is not about how big the gift is…. it is the love one puts into it. My children are asking for things I cannot afford, and I told them jokingly: “Santa is on Welfare this year”.. (not literally mind you) They laugh and guffaw at my statement, because they believe Santa, (even though they are teens) can create miracles!   Then every year, there is something they wanted under the tree.  They know Mr. Kringle cannot provide PlayStation XYZ to all children of the world.

Watching the news the other day, I saw a bunch of Santa’s at a real Santa School! Part of the curriculum is to work with the parent to “downgrade” children’s expectations, thus, Santa doesn’t promise anymore! I really thought this was a good sign in these times of IPODS, DS’s and WII’s. Not everyone can afford to buy these things, and to be honest, I think the electronic age puts much pressure on the parents! .. but that is for another blog post.. 🙂

What I am attempting to convey is:   even though Christmas can be difficult and stressful, it really doesn’t have to be. Since I’ve been volunteering at the foodbank (another future blog post) I am reminded of the gratefulness of those in need. They are SO happy to receive day old bread, old cheese, and a bag of milk.  This is something that many of us often take for granted or even throw away. The smiles on those people’s faces allow me to come home humbled and thankful myself. Volunteering has allowed the Christmas spirit to resurface even though its going to be so different for us this year.

So, in the end.. Christmas spirit comes from within. We do not need to be unhappy the entire season, but we do need to acknowledge that there will be times of pain and nostalgia, and sit with those emotions awhile. Yet, denying yourself the pure JOY which Christmas brings, is, to me, a punishment you are giving yourself. Find that lost memory, find your bliss.. See a homeless man smile or a teenage runaway accept warm food… Give this Christmas the gift of love.. That, my friend, can change the world!

“Poor, misguided folks. They missed the whole point. Lot’s of unhappiness? Maybe so. But doesn’t Santa take a little bit of that unhappiness away? Doesn’t a smile on Christmas morning scratch out a tear cried on a sadder day? Not much maybe. But what would happen if we all tried to be like Santa and learned to give as only he can give: of ourselves, our talents, our love and our hearts? Maybe we could all learn Santa’s beautiful lesson and maybe there would finally be peace on Earth and good will toward men.” From the Christmas Special Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.

Blessings of love to you this Holiday Season!

Do not forget I am hosting a Writing Prompt:  Your letter to Santa.  You can find the information here.  It is due December 15th

How I made the world stop by creating a halt.


“If you want to reach a state of bliss, then go beyond your ego and the internal dialogue. Make a decision to relinquish the need to control, the need to be approved, and the need to judge. Those are the three things the ego is doing all the time. It’s very important to be aware of them every time they come up.” ~Deepak Chopra

 

Can everyone just be quiet?!

Almost 2 years ago, in November 2009, I felt the world seemingly crashing down on me. I had an episode in the shower, which led to other health issues I needed to sort out, I wasn’t well in my body, my spirit felt broken… I felt I needed an umbrella to protect me from the falling sky, yet with every gust of wind, my protection kept on flipping upside down.

Lets go back a couple of years. In 2008 things at home where not going as planned, my relationship was taking a turn for the worst, my son was bullied at school, and I had this huge sense of always feeling overwhelmed. What was keeping me going that year, was my work. I would literally escape there.. I loved the school I was in and the kids I was teaching. However, slowly I felt the trickling of wear and tear of my home life seeping in, as the tears would start to show up there too!

In 2009, I took “the teaching contract from hell”.   I was burning out. My excitement of starting in a new school took the wayside as every eraser, pen, pencil in class was being thrown at me. These kids were NOT like the kids I was used to and I felt like I was thrown in with the sharks! No wonder I was about to fall… somehow by constantly yelling at the Universe “STOP I want to get off this damn ride” I created an opportunity to do so.

How do I love thee? Let me count the stops…

Since, March 2010.. I have almost been at a complete halt. I was put on sick leave, for a few weeks (again after being on sick leave from December to January, and began 2010 as a substitute teacher. That was when I decided I was going to think of ME and take the calls I really needed to take and leave the rest. I decided that 2011 was the year to get well and be selfish. It was the year to STOP, get off, lay low, shoot the breeze.. You get the picture.

So I put everything on pause and said:

“Wait a effin’ minute here! I matter, I’m sick and about to explode so I am taking a break” “Whomever doesn’t like what I am doing can go….. Well can go FLUFF UP A GUM TREE!”

This morning…I was reading Jo Anna Rothman’s blog post: (for some reason WordPress will not let me link to Jo Anna’s blog.  I will add the link at the end of this post.. thanks)

How I fell in love with my life

She was saying how she began courting herself as she not longer wanted to feel crappy:  she created an opening…  she states:

“I paid attention to my needs. My wants. My desires.”

That is all we have to do right?  And so it is…

Well guess what? This summer I courted myself. At first, I felt guilty, lazy, dumb, selfish (in a bad way) and spoiled.. All the names you would call a couch potato. Although I would have preferred a spot beside a willow tree, I set up an office on my trusty couch; where I kept my journals, my online friendships, all here in my laptop, on my couch, in my office. I did my spiritual work, my blogging, my dream interpretations. I was (and still am) actually BUILDING something. The kids visit me here, and I close the lappy if they need my time and my attention.. Even my dogs joined in the fun!

Now, if you haven’t stopped reading because you think I’m a crackpot, let me explain. I still washed dishes, cooked dinner, cleaned house (sort of lol) took care of teen crises, loved, tucked in , laughed and played. However, most of the time the need to just be, to be quiet and alone was greater. The need to connect, to write, to draw, to listen, to read, to analyse, to discover, to reflect, to rest… was way more important than continuing the cycle I was on. The pendulum had to swing completely to the right from the left to come back in the middle.

This is where I am at NOW! Yesterday, for the first time in a long time, I felt good, and the feeling was almost foreign to me. I felt relaxed, uninterrupted by my mind, my thoughts or my fears. I held on being in that vortex for as long as I could. Today I feel the same…. Yet I am not going to JUMP off my couch and run the marathon. This time.. I am going to break out slowly. The amazing circle of friends I have met online, has really encouraged me to spend less time online. When I log back on, I know they are still there. I don’t feel like I’ve missed anything.. On the contrary, going back online hours later is filled with more discoveries. Also, I connect more with myself, I don’t delve into the internet to escape from what I am feeling.

My Life is My Creation

So even if my soon to be X was concerned all summer that I did absolutely nothing, and I am sure others were worried.. I did something important that not everyone will understand.. And that’s ok with me! I would be worried if I didn’t have the urge to get up anymore… but I do!! I needed this time desperately and finally I was able to listen to what my mind, my spirit and my body needed.

Now my body needs excercise and good healthy food. My mind needs for me to keep up on not taking it so seriously, my spirit needs to continue to fall in love with myself.

This time, I’ll know to take short breaks in between and not procrastinate when I hear my senses calling. I’ll know when to say “Yes I can” and be comfortable saying “No thanks I cannot”. I know when to stop and when to go.. When to laugh and when to cry.. And know when it rains its ok to get wet.. And when its sunny.. Sometimes you can get burned. The signs are there.. All in balance.. One baby step at a time.

Jo Anna’s blog could be found here:

http://www.receivingproject.com/how-i-fell-in-love-with-my-life