As soon as I opened my eyes I knew the day had dawned beautiful and bright. I could feel the energy of a new earth from the ripples of something that had shifted very far away. The planets had moved more than usual during the night to bring a fresh quality to the air I was breathing.
I popped out of bed and threw on the clothes I had worn to the gym the day before. The urge to go to the beach and feel the sun was overwhelming, I had to get outside. The sun was just waking up on the edge of the morning sky in its pinkish bath robe surrounded by a cloud of fuzzy slippers as I drove over the bay bridge. We rose together brushing the darkness from our eyes to shine our love light on the world. As I got closer to the ocean I could feel Gaia pulling me into her arms and wrapping me in the song of our hearts. As the beautiful oneness filled me my beacon became as bright as my favorite lighthouse which was blinking in the distance.
Finally I was on the hallowed ground of my cathedral, where Mother Earth and the Sea meet the Sky and Father Sun. The best friends a girl could ever have, the guides of eternity and our true essence. My feet started my worship as they met the ground in even cadence with the air that whooshed around me as I broke free and began to run the path. My heart filled with joy as I glided past the reeds swaying in earth's breathe and the Deer feeding on Gaia’s gifts. I actually broke out in laughter as my heart soared and the sun warmed my crown. The beat of Maroon 5 was pulsating in my earbuds and my jog synced with its rythym. It was a day for lighthearted kicky tunes and pure fun! I loved it! I was in love with the world, with myself and with the moment.
There was no one around for miles. Not a soul but the deer and the seagulls. I was at peace. Even the thoughts in my mind were loving and peaceful. And I barely noticed them, I was just observing. Living in the moment, eyes like a camera freeze framing the beauty, feet saying thank you every time they touched the earth. I finally got to the lighthouse winded and sated as though I had just made love for hours in a burning tangle of passion. I suppose I had. I had just made love to the universe and myself anyway, honoring her and the body she gave me in this lifetime. I stretched out and actually lay down on the cobblestone around the base of the lighthouse and looked up at the top. The fuzzy slippers that the sun had kicked off were billowing in white cottony glory around the top of the blinking light. Wow! I felt as though I was grounded into the cool earth and floating with the clouds all at once, I became the perfect balance of the earth and sky. I lay there for a long while feeling the breath of earth and the beat of my heart syncing until I became her and she me. It was a heady feeling, a birth rite available to everyone yet so personally belonging to me in the moment that I cried. I cried joyfully for those that know this feeling and I cried sadly for those that don’t. And then finally I cried in gratitude for my unbelievably privileged life of awakening and all God has shown me. It is an honorable life that my valor has brought me.
I lay for a few more minutes in God’s grace. A lone woman lying on the cool cobblestones next to a huge lighthouse as the surf pounds in the distance and gulls fly above. With arms akimbo and feet splayed out I warm in the sun as so many creatures do in an age old ritual of worship and illumination.
And the earth does not disappoint me. Behind my eyes she brings me her message. With love and wisdom my mind is twisted and turned to understand things I could not before see. It is always the way of the Universe and Spirit to align me so. And I think of some people that have revolved into my life and took their leave and I take their gifts and send them love. I understand the journey.
By Your grace, it is always by Your grace.
I stand up and spin with my arms wide and I take it all in, the sky and ocean and bay and I say Thank you Spirit for this day, for me, for my life and for those who I love even those who are far away just now.
I turn back towards the path that leads to the 3D world of work and earth bound challenges knowing I am needed there. But first I have my run back on this beautiful path of pleasure in the sun.
I click on my music and my feet hit the road, Maroon 5’s Sugar plays in my ears…I notice I am running with my shadow in front of me. I smile deeply.
Ahh hello shadow… I think about the years I feared you, I think about the day I faced you, I think about the work we did together. The grueling gritty messy endless days of soul work, of reconciling you and your ego with me and my wounds. The days when darkness called us so deep we lost our light. How are you? You look pretty happy today. Oh, what’s that? You like it here in the sun? You like this music? Yeah me too…
I threw off the past and I danced with my shadow. I let myself dance like no one is watching …cause no one was…! And so I danced on that boardwalk path and I shook my ass and did my Beyonce’ booty dance and I jumped up on a bench and pirouted off like I was in a music video. It was just me and Maroon 5 and my shadow at 7:30 in the morning out in the middle of nowhere with the Angels and the Sun and the Universe. It felt perfect and I was happy, content and in need of nothing more.
I have a great relationship with myself and my shadow. We both love the light now. It shows us our authentic life, who we are and how to merge each other into that unique and beautiful being that is joyfully Georgia Rose.
By Your Grace! Thank you God and for all you have created for us – the sun, earth, sky and sea, where the lessons of eternity are written for our hearts to see and our souls to feel.
Peace and love,
I have become a woman of small gestures and a fan of subtly. Because so often when I review my life it is in the small touches and gently spoken kind words that I remember my most precious moments. Oh sure, the births and deaths and weddings and divorces and vacations and new prizes and grand experiences have their own energy and vibrations. But it is the quiet and tender split seconds within those grand times of my life that are the fuel to my hearts stirrings. Today I feel grateful for the friends who gave each one of these moments to me.
I am so privileged to be multi sensory. To be blessed with an awakening of sharper sight, deeper listening , more sensuous feel, keener smell, and heightened taste makes every experience a vivid feast for my soul. Everything I experience has become a kaleidoscope of color and feelings and confident knowing. My yoga and meditation and healing and prayer and desire to be close to God has made me this way. Anybody can become this, it is our birthright to connect to our source of creation.
To be so connected to the human spirit and Source means sometimes tasting the salt of another's tears on my tongue. We can't share unbelievable joy without sharing grave suffering. But I have learned to love bitter and sweet equally and to become the observer. This is how we master our lives. Accept what is in front of us in the present moment to truly examine it , not run away or hide from it. And then offering what we have learned to others in loving kindness. I have found it is in the things we hide from where we often find our glory and most glorious moments.
Our purpose here is to drink from the cup of life all things that are added to its fine sweet liquid and trust that it is the nectar that illuminates the truth of our path. When we surrender to that simple truth we are fully partaking in the human experience we are meant to have that will bring us to our true wisdom and divinity. Living wholeheartedly we connect to love and each other. Living this way suddenly makes everything more heightened and delicious and appreciated. My motto for years has been.. "I don't wanna miss a thing"! Because I know everything is meant to bring me somewhere and give me something to bring forward to enhance my life for the better even when it is bitter.
But today my being is focused on the sweet.
My body feels so in touch with the universe today I am remembering beautiful moments. Without me conjuring them up voluntarily they have been flashing through me and coming to visit all day. I feel them in my mind and in my heart and on my skin and rolling across my Chakras to settle in my soul where they live on the layers of shelves that are uniquely Georgia Rose. Their vibrations are for eternity. So don't ever underestimate the small acts of kindness and love we give, for they truly touch us all. You never know when that person you touched will take them out like worn out recordings to play them and send their beautiful melody out into the air, over the seas and the treetops to gently kiss a tear off a cheek or soothe a hungry belly or ease the sting of a lash.
I have so many moments to cherish but these are the memories of kindness that beat in my heart today:
As I sat in the cold funeral home staring at the urn on a pedestal that held my father, I felt disconnected and strange. It felt too busy and chaotic as people would come and hug me and quietly say the right things. I had checked out and I could not feel. As I sat there with a million thoughts swirling in my head my friend Scott came up from behind me. Slowly quietly he put his hand on my shoulder as he stood over me. It was such a small but heart felt gesture , it was as if his hand had wiped the world from my shoulders. He bent over me and looked in my eyes and asked " How are you doing?' ...No one had asked and he broke the dam, my tears came because he showed me love. He knew it was about me not my Father. Even now I can feel the peace it brought me as his hand slid onto my shoulder. I cried for a few minutes as we spoke and then he moved aside never knowing the gift he gave me that day or that his simple touch of friendship got me through the following 2 days.
As I lay bereft on my couch with a pillow and blanket not knowing if I could face tomorrow or the debacle my life had become I was alone and afraid for myself. A ring of the doorbell revealed a co workers wife who I had only met a few times. WTH? was my first thought.... She had heard about my losses and the scoundrel my husband had become. I let her motherly presence in and she gifted me a mass card from St Theresa and rock that said "giggle", she talked to me for 3 hours about faith and God and struggles and miracles. She gave me her wisdom and strength knowing my Mother had passed 8 months before and that I must miss her with a deep grief during such a hard time. Her insight and compassion was heaven sent. I did not know that she would be the first Angel in the army that saved my life but her unbelievable bold kindness changed my life. She planted seeds that started made me seek something more to believe in. A random afternoon that gave me the courage to step on a path before me. Because of her I always answer the door and never close it on what may be a beautiful gift.
After sitting as President on the board of a particularly difficult and egocentric organization I was not only questioning my ability but sanity. When a letter arrived in the mail from a board member praising me and saying my patience and kindness had not gone unnoticed. It was a beautiful and glowing tribute to the hard work I thought was so un appreciated. That letter showed me right action is giving your all no matter who is agreeing with you . You may be touching someone in ways you hadn't noticed. Its not always about who is the noisiest person in the room. Just be true to yourself and let your light rays ripple where they are supposed to.
I was hesitant to leave my soul mate pooch Sparky overnight for the weekend but didn't want to tell my then boyfriend lest he think he was second fiddle to a four legged fur ball. This man had a beautiful sailboat he wanted to sleep out on. He surprised me one day with a life jacket for the dog. "I want you on the boat and I know you are not leaving Sparky" he said as he unwrapped the vest and tried it on Spark's furry body. It was the sweetest most perceptive gesture anyone ever showed me. But what really stayed with me all these years was that first day on the boat with Sparky. To get to the cabin you have to go down ladder like stairs . It was so beautiful to watch and this kind hearted man lovingly teach Sparky how to climb the ladder to get up and down on the boat. It was the most patient and sweetest thing to see this big guy and my furry little soul mate bonding. I can feel the warm love of that moment spread through my heart right now as a smile crosses my face. Life had kicked my ass enough to make me think I would never open my heart again. My heart opened and I fell in love with that man in that very moment. It taught me to be kind, have patience and that love is found in the most unexpected places.
One dark night when I was in my 30's I lay hopeless in a hospital bed after losing a child and finding out there would be no babies. I hated myself with a sickening loathing only guilt can bring. The room was dark and sterile. My tears would not stop flowing down my cheeks even though I had slapped myself as hard as I could across the face to stop them. A young nurse came in with a blanket and laid it across the bed with a sweet smile. "I thought your feet might get cold" , she said and left the room. The air in the room hung heavy as I felt the weight of the blanket on my feet. The touch of that blanket ignited a spark in my heart. The love she placed on it flowed up my body. My feet had been cold, I was glad she brought the blanket. And in that moment I realized I cared that she brought the blanket. I cared about my feet and about myself and I did care to be warm and I deserved to be warm and slowly the love of that random gesture gave me a glimmer of hope. A quiet act that made me see the world differently. I try to emulate the compassion that nurse showed me whenever I visit a sick bed.
All of these experiences gave me kindness and clarity. They showed me beauty can be found anywhere there is love. And I in turn am empowered to be kind to others.
Being an empath and a healer is hard work sometimes. we get drained and work with people in sickness and despair often. Recently a client left me a voice mail saying I had changed her life and was the only person she knew that had ever shown her kindness. I didn't feel puffed up or like any big deal to get such a message. I felt content that my life was working as it should. I felt blessed to notice and appreciate all the kindness I have been shown so I could pass it on to other beautiful souls. I was grateful for the vibrations of love that were deposited in my heart so I could give them away and increase their power.
So when you have the chance- Touch a soul, open a door, unfold a blanket, kiss a scar, give it your all or teach and old dog a new trick.
Have courage and always be kind,
Peace and Love,
I have this big soft white sweater that I love to come home too. It hangs inside the door of the hall closet on a hook I bought especially to hold it there. It brings me peace and comfort. As soon as my arms slide into its soft embrace it is my cue to lock the front door,curl up in a ball and isolate, relax, wallow or be a slug for a while.
I've had that sweater for 7 years! I wore it through cancer and my parents deaths and my divorce. I came home to it the morning I watched my best friend cry out in fear from his death bed.
Yes, it was always there waiting for me to lift it off its hook and wrap myself in its soft snugly sadness. Like a treasured friend insulating me from the world with a second skin it was my safe place, my security. My homey sweater to burrow in. And it held many memories. While it made me feel warm and safe it certainly was not a "happy sweater". Yet I always thought of it as something special that made me feel good and happy.
Yesterday I threw out my "cancer sweater". Y up threw it in the garbage closed the lid and walked away.
Then I went in the house and took my favorite most comfy Skechers sneakers from the floor of my closet and threw them in the garbage too. I loved them because my feet had roomy space in them and they felt so comfortable and homey. For years they were the safe haven for my little tootsies. At times I actually thought of my feet as happy in them..."happy feet"! But if I was really honest about it they were my " cancer sneakers". They were black and white and sporty with sparkly heels and I wore them to biopsies and MRI's and chemo and to radiation every day for 6 weeks. I walked in them well and healthy and I walked in them when I could barely walk too. I remember focusing on their toes as I was wheeled around Sloan in a chair leashed to an IV and I remember thinking about their sparkly heels shining towards the ceiling as my breasts were pierced and biopsied through a table. Just like the embrace of my favorite sweater I felt loved and safe when I snuggled inside them. But if I stopped bull shitting myself, their support was in fact an anchor.
Today I saw the truth. I stopped bullshitting myself about the energy associated with these things. The illusion was shattered into the light. . The safety offered by these things was not love. These familiar securities were simply a lid on emotions, a pacifier when the world was trying to drag me forward against my will. What were these security blankets made of? Well of course good old reliable fear, that old safety mechanism created to keep us stuck. I told myself sticking with these things kept me safe, after all they had served me so well in my time of deprivation and sickness and need. But wait a minute... didn't they carry that energy? They weren't really comfy and safe at all. Their energy confined me. It tethered me to sickness and limitation. My sweater and those sneakers made me want to lick my wounds, curl in a ball and stay there. I had to finally admit my past had programmed myself to reach for them.
And so I tossed the sneakers in the garbage right next to the sweater. I finally let It all go. It was time for me to break in a new pair of running shoes, ones that help me run forward not just stay comfy. Just like the sweet familiar " cancer sweater" they weren't really doing me any good. In fact they represented everything I needed to move away from in my life.
Amazingly I had not seen that. I slid my arms into what I thought was the warmest embrace and slid my feet into the safety of a perfect cradle and I thought I felt love. But love is not safety, love is not same old. Love is transmuting the old to a higher vibration.
I had idealized these things. I didn't see them for what they really were. Blindly I thought they were nice and warm and fuzzy and loving. I didn't 't see how they could ever hurt me. When in fact they were detrimental. They were most unkind to me. Subliminally keeping me stuck in suffering, preventing anything new with their safe routines.
Today I saw through their illusion and took my freedom from these poor coping mechanisms. I canceled my programming. . Today I tossed them in the trash.
Funny thing about illusions, once you shed light on them you see their shards. Like broken glass on the kitchen floor every time you go to pick up another piece you see more dirt that you didn't even know was there. Pretty soon you end up cleaning the whole kitchen just because you broke one glass. Once you break apart an illusion suddenly you can see where the pieces of them have scattered across your life. Like tiny bits of a broken magnifying glass they expose the fine dust that you scattered all over the floor of your life. And you can no longer live with the dirt of your bullshit. You start to clean up...
And so the hard questions came... Where else do I seek pleasure that is really just another illusion? Where else am I confusing safety with restraint and denying the path forward God really wants me to experience? What and who else have I idealized? Am I really sourcing my life with wisdom, love and growth or instead just doing what is familiar? Do I allow illusions to justify my run and retreat from love?
During this amazing era of awakening everything is heightened and increased in frequency for our ascension. We are being given experiences designed to correct our thinking. But we miss them if we are in illusion about our true path. The path is always love. Sometimes the experience of God's Divine love is given in something that does not fit our ideal. We need to see past the illusions and false security of what we think things and people are and see truth in these often stirring gifts. If something grabs your attention it is for a reason, if you think it will deviate your plan...well, maybe THAT is the plan and you are meant to find something higher than what you originally sought by opening to love through this unplanned experience. But if we don't let go of our beliefs and programming from the past it can't happen. Never has energy been more heightened for us to do this and shed the past and its comforts for new and more rewarding pursuits. We must use these energies to transmute the old . And especially shine the light of truth on the illusions that cause us to run and retreat from love. It's time to stop the bullshit and the stories we tell ourselves listen and allow the story the universe is trying so loudly to show us!.
I know you all feel the intense energy of this meaningful time of change and ascension by the content of the emails and calls and also by the stories of your experiences you send and tell me. As we grow we must have courage and be kind as we clear out the old "sweaters " and "sneakers" in our closets and make room for a new wardrobe with a higher vibration!
Bring in the new day and embrace change. Don't just talk the talk but walk the walk!
Peace and Love,
Spiritual Healer, Energetic Medium
This Blog is the story of the miracles, challenges and lessons of my life journey. Years ago when I hit a personal "rock bottom" my despair led me to seek answers and my quest for truth began. Amazing events propelled me on a spiritual journey of transformation.. Miraculously, through these experiences my life has become my teacher and my friend.... I hope my words connect us and allow us to walk together for a time as teacher and friend to each other. The most valuable thing we have during this human experience is our connection to love. The love in our soul for a higher power and others is the only thing that is real. I honor these connections through my writing. Theses words are my gift inspired through the heart of Spirit for you. I hope by sharing my journey it will enlighten, inspire and ease yours as it does mine >> ... Peace... Georgia Rose