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,
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