To everything turn, turn, turn

Some of us are great with change. Some of us not so much.

For the longest time my life seemed to be ever changing. There is way too much back story here and I won't bore you with the details. I don't know if it is has to do with cosmic alignment or being fed up with the way things are or just being "that age", but I am seeing a great deal of of friends and acquaintances going through the same things and some of you are having the same problem I am with embracing these changes.

 I have always considered myself to be part of the first aforementioned category. After all, I am an Aquarius. We should be able to go with the flow -right? We are supposed to like change. However, as Lee Corso would say: "Not so fast my friend." (It's official my husband's love of sports has corrupted me. Wait until I use the word stymied in a blog.)

But during my morning mediation, I realized I was still connected to one thing in particular, and that for me to move on, I must let it go, but this connection ran deeper that even I wanted to admit.

See, I have been having a hard time letting go of the house my husband and I own. It is in another state and we will never move back there.

However, it is the house we lived in the longest. It is the house where I lost three beloved pets and gained another. We had parties and holidays and laughed and cried. Most importantly, it is the house where I met and brought to life four wonderful characters and their world.

Sweet baby puppy

Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, I have come to associate severing that connection with losing those other connections. The rational part of me knows that isn't true. I will always have the memories of those parties and people. It's not like I don't talk to most of them once a month or so. I will always have the memories of Simba, Boo and Bat Kitty. Izzy, my sweet baby girl, who now sleeps beside me as I write this. Plus we have added Ellie, the not so sweet baby girl.

Not so sweet baby puppy

 As far as my characters, they are all here, talking incessantly and driving me a bit batty. Saint's book is now finished so Ghost thinks it is his turn.

So what is the problem? Why don't I like change?

Change brings about the unknown, and the unknown brings about fear. I really wish that word could be stricken from the English language. I know it is one that I am striking from my own vocabulary every chance I get and embrace the changes that come my way. It is only a suggestion, but if you are going through changes and finding it difficult, then remove that word from your vocabulary. Who knows it just might help.

With love and blessing.

Confession is good for the soul....

Or so they say.

And here today is mine.

As you can see there is a change in the name and look of my blog. I thought it was time since I don't feel that the original title reflected who I have become. I suppose there is no way of ever stopping my title of "Mother to the World." It is part of my make-up and partially what helped facilitate this change.

Over the past two years my life has been in constant upheaval. From jobs to the move and a myriad of junk in between, things have not been not so hot. Because of this I had to stop and take a good look at who I am, and what it is that really want to do in this life, and that is help others.

I loved being a teacher. In fact, I am damn good at it, but I am also good at writing and storytelling. I used to think there was something wrong with me. Why was it I could be good at things and never really get to do them? I would also think something was wrong because I enjoyed doing so many things.

I searched and searched for an answer. Then I found a book that spoke of people with Renaissance Souls and how those who have one, seem unfocused because they are doing so many things at one time. I thought Eureka! There is nothing wrong with me, I am just a Renaissance Soul.

I admitted this to myself. That I am, in fact, a Renaissance Soul  (thus the title change.) I will tell you, it is not the easiest of things to be especially in a family of practical people. It also isn't easy when you know there is another part of you needing to be set free, and it is the hardest part to admit to.

For too long I have denied a part of myself and a part of who I am. I didn't want people to think I was any stranger than I already was and I didn't want anyone to hold it against my husband. (Bless his heart for putting up with me.) So here today I confess to all: I am an intuitive or psychic or sensitive. Whatever you wish to call it. I am also a certified Reiki healer.

Whew, you really don't know how hard it was for me to say that. This is a deep part of who I am and one that, until now, I was too scared to share. I don't plan on attacking people in parking lots or grocery stores like some psychics that I have seen. Although, there has been an occasional waiter that may have been accosted by me.

But I am starting to do readings for people on a professional level. (Check out the tabs at top.) I am still writing. Burdens of a Saint is finished and will be out soon. I am also working on starting back teaching voice. I just feel that after 20 plus years, it is time to be who I was intended to be.

Blessings and light to all!
J-