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Happy Thanksgiving: Celebrating the Seasons of Life!

The Sun Coming Up

The Sun Coming Up – Thanksgiving Morning 2014

The sun came up over my backyard white weather-worn board on board fence welcoming the day.  A cool 55 and breezy for those of us in the Broward-Dade locale. Today is Thanksgiving. Traditionally a holiday of family, food and lol–football. For many a tradition that includes Macy’s parade, whether viewing from the living room television screen or huddled on the street watching large balloon characters & turkeys tethered by ropes, colorful marching bands in their best regalia, high kicking Rockettes and ornate elaborate extravagant floats, all symbols of things we have grown up with and love. Tradition. It is all around us. We love it. We live by it, and we look forward to ‘ours’ each year. Right? But what happens when we don’t fit in to the likeness or painted image imprinted in our minds-eye?

If change is the “new normal” and it’s affecting all parts of our lives, then I guess we should expect our holidays to take on a new look and feel. However most of us have strong resistance to change. The memorable Norman Rockwell painting has all but vanished in most nuclear families. We live and work in all parts of the globe; not everyone can always “get home.” Family dynamics change through divorce, death, marriages or downsizing. Sometimes the next in-line no longer desires to carry on the family tradition, refusing to pick up where Mom left off.

Cheers, Friends, Seinfeld, Mash  sitcoms or the Star Trek series Next Generation helped visibility demonstrate family doesn’t necessarily stay confined to those in our biological circles.  As dysfunctional as the characters were at times, they cared about each other in times of need; mimicking life? Far truer and closer to our reality than we probably realize.  If, TV parrots life: Modern Family represents a new example, would you not agree?  Holidays, like life, evolve the way our life does. It may begin the years we’re in the dorm at school, in a particular neighborhood,  or within a close circle of friends.  Life just happens. The evolution is simply where we are in the moment writing our script in own personal movie–or sitcom. My own life and family looked very different 15 years–or even 30 years ago than today, and completely different than growing up.  I would say in a much better, and healthier view of the world.

I am meeting friends at one of my favorite restaurants, in walking distance from my home, near the ocean. I will talk to my boys–now 26 and almost 30 on the phone who live thousands of miles from each other, and from Florida. I will make a call to Seattle and talk to my parents, divorced, but still living and touch bases with my siblings. I will send and receive Thanksgiving texts and talk some more on the phone, and visit nearby friends, but mostly I will enjoy the day. I refuse to dwell in ‘what could or should have been’ and simply enjoy the moment and company of others–laughing, sharing stories and having gratitude for today.  Creating new traditions again. It is a no-muss, no-fuss kind of year. What is important is embracing our life NOW and enjoying what is.

We are always at choice point. I encourage you to create something new and different. Reach out to someone less fortunate. Play golf, do something that you enjoy. Perhaps, take in a movie. Each Holiday has looked very different in the last 10 years and I am okay with that–in fact embracing what comes in an adventurous–let it unfold kind of way; expectations gone.  Be mindful, our holidays and our tradition can always look a number of ways. Be happy where you are right now, evolve the way your life evolves. Next year will be different.  When the artist begins with the blank canvas he or she is in the process of creation. Be the artist.   Choose the colors you love.  Paint your portrait with any colors; joy is all that is required.  Use pastels, watercolors or oil. Use your fingers, sponges or a brush. Metaphors for the seasons of our life. Create something beautiful with what you have today.  I plan to and so can you!  Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Happy-Thanksgiving

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Hillcrest Farmers Market; The New Paradigm Unfolding?

Hillcrest street musicianThe Hillcrest Farmers market in San Diego is walking distance from my friend JulieAnn’s apartment. I was on the West Coast for the Biological Decoding conference in La Jolla but free for the weekend, and I decided to walk over and participate in the local Sunday ritual.  My first observation was this Farmers market seemed to be a hustle and bustle of community; village-like in feel and energy.  Aside from the customary assortment of beautiful freshly picked organic vegetables and fruits, were vendors selling hot and prepared food from around the globe. There were talented craftsmen and jewelry artisans, soap makers and entrepreneurs selling unique wares.  I saw–kitchen towels on flour sacks, handcrafted calendars and paintings–plants to eat, and flowers to grow and the heard melodious musician’s note enhancing the fair-like ambiance with song and note floating up through the crowded market street which had been assembled early that morning. An instant city of tents placed above the usually recognizable  yellow & white painted traffic and parking lines transformed into this temporary village on Normal street; ironically, feeling anything but normal.  I walked through the maze and frenzy of orange and white blinking traffic barricades flowing new directions over the asphalt normally reserved only for cars. Interrupted by the iconic traffic cops maintaining order, blowing their whistles and waving their arms, keeping harmony with the crowds of pedestrians and redirected autos. The kind of scene you would expect Harrison Ford to materialize and saunter through in true Indiana style. (Smiling)

The hopes of finding Julieann’s friend led me down to explore this energetic neighborhood farmers market; a market in which Maria, a editor and producer from LA,  sells her vintage typewriter creations on the weekends for fun. “I get to see the light of day,” she joked.

I spent a few hours there, and what struck me most was the comradery; vendors really supportive of each other. The flour sack kitchen towel guy John knew my new friend Maria who sells the old-vintage typewriter jewelry and walked me right to her booth. Wow! Maria introduced me to the woman on her right who manufactures her own skin care line and to Josette, around the corner who sells beautiful succulent wreaths and arrangements. Josette’s brother Louie, a craftsman himself who designs and builds wood furniture, also cooks and bakes and shares his goodies with his surrounding tent neighbors.  (Cookie recipe forthcoming.)

Such a sense of community I noted, as I wandered down the side walk ready to indulge and sample flavors of the worldly cuisine that awaited. Crossing the street I headed in a southerly direction, actually looking for a close ATM and then lunch, when I heard a comment about the Buddha shirt I had picked to wear for the day. Soon, I was in a discussion with a guy named Robert who offered me a glass of his friend’s tea. It was made with aloe, rosemary, fresh stevia leaves, bougainvillea blossoms, & mint. I’m still not sure what the name of it is, but well worth the trip over to the Market if you live in the  San Diego area.  Have a glass of her whole-made from scratch tea and her delicious home-cooked cuisine!  (Her picture is below.)

I know these local markets happen all across the United States, and it is well worth taking a few minutes to visit these hard working heart-felt folks wherever they live.  I was going to include web addresses, but many of the artist don’t have them.  So, if you’re in the neighborhood–pop over and say hello.  Enjoy all the market has to offer–and support the artists who live doing what they love.  Isn’t this a great example for us all!  “Do what you love or find a way to love what you do.”  These artists and farmers and cooks do this everyweek–supporting each other in all they do!  Do you find support where you work and live?  If not, why not?  Have the courage to step out and be the authentic you. I’m sorry I didn’t take more pictures, but I’ll let you fill in the blanks with your own imagination of how the world can be when we all work together and do what we love.

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, Certified Holistic Health Coach

http://www.CathrineSilver.com

Wonderful tea and food from this beautiful woman!

Wonderful tea and food from this beautiful woman!

Just Saying . . . Can We Put Down Our Sword for Peace?

Love and RelationshipsConflict: It’s all around us. How do we have peace in our world, unless we begin with our own family, friends, co-workers, clan, village or tribe?  It must begin with us at the simplest and yet most difficult place- our own lives; within our self.  Peace lies at the heart and foundation of our health and well-being; emotion and disease are closely related.

We must remember it is our commonality-not our differences that we must choose to see.   Bringing conflict to our awareness is necessary as we head full steam ahead into the holiday season; a difficult time of year for so many.  But, does it have to be? Can we unlearn and re-write our past? I believe it is not only possible, but with intention we can and will get there.

What if we could listen and did not judge or try to solve each other’s “problems’?  Instead, coming from a place of compassion and tolerance when the one sitting across from you is negative and in pain?  Are several hours of empathy too much to ask? Perhaps watching a favorite game on television or taking a walk together?  A practice of one small act?

And what does this mean for the macrocosm of our world that is also our home? We hold out the elusive word “peace” like an obnoxious red neon sign in an all-night diner which glows and blinks in the clear glass window every day, but I ask you, how can we wish peace for the world, when are at war-at odds-or have such anger towards a father, mother, brother, sister or ex-spouse or at ourselves?

Is it the expectations that we place upon others?  The imaginary fairy tale

running in our head we believe as truth and resist with our will and ego never to let go?  Does the anger and hate of another caused by abuse, violence, neglect  or our limiting beliefs of what “should be” restrict and severs this peace and love? Is it the emptiness in ourselves that scares us most or a mirror we hold reflect where the biggest challenge lies?  Always within.

As we move into the holiday season, I would challenge you to look at the most difficult person in your life through a different filter and lens.  Are you able to do such a thing?  Just as a photographer make decisions shooting a photograph.  When you change your lens, the lighting or the background, the photograph will appear much different; there can be no other outcome.  The outcome for you will be different too.We must start within our own hearts and own families-our toughest lesson, right?  And, if we can move there-even if first to a place to neutrality-we not only change ourselves, but we change the world.  (Two + Two only equal four when the two is ready.) Are you ready to be that two-the “two” of change?  When we move from our need to be right (beliefs) into gratitude, and then to love everything changes.  Because, in the end, love is all there is.  Just saying . . . it’s up to us. “Inspired Wellness Within”~Cathy, HC

 

Turn Off The News

BeachI don’t watch the news.  I feel if there is something important, someone will let me know.  It has been this way for years.  I don’t want to be enrolled into the fear-based media which breeds more fear and which does not serve me personally—ever—because fear turns off my light and yours too.

Why would I want to participate in anything that extinguishes my light; we are here to be lighthouses and shine the light which transforms us—and transforms our world.  When I do occasionally catch something on television news, it more often than not focuses on one extremely unbalanced act of tragedy—or dysfunction rather than the 10,000+ acts of goodness, beauty, and kindness that exist every day in our neighborhoods, cities, states and world.  Neighbor helping neighbor; good Samaritans coming to the aid of strangers, or the hundreds and thousands other acts of benevolence that take place each day.

Lately, it has been Ebola, groups who want to terrorize, the mudslinging between our politicians or bad behaving NFL players. Let the experts address these issues.  Instead, isn’t it healthier for us and more astute to ask yourself what is new and good in your life?  Even if you’ve had a challenging day—think of something that made you smile.  Perhaps it is time to look at life, not through the eyes of fear, but the strength of love and compassion.  And, the little acts that bring you joy.

I’ve always felt that when the news can create fear and terror— in populations—in us—control can more easily be achieved.  After all fear is used to sell many goods and services because it works—everything from insurance to home protection—and beyond.  Remember, what we focus on grows and expands.  Have you ever wondered why the hypochondriac always seems to get the very disease they fear?  Perhaps it is really time to focus on what we want; where we can bring some goodness and light to our own personal corner of the world. Words spoken out loud in personal affirmations are powerful when done in the present “I AM ___________.” (healthy, magnificent, balanced, giver of light, and so on.)

Try a meditation or a walk that transports you to a place of peace—imagine yourself sitting at the beach with the sun on your face listening to the waves with a palm tree at your back—or sitting on a big boulder in the middle of a mountain stream—listening to the sounds of the water whirling over the rocks, the birds singing and feeling the refreshing vibrant energy of the lush green plants and beautiful trees on either side of the river bank.  From there, begin to send love and compassion to the world.   You know, there can be no darkness when there is light.  So, flip “on” your light switch and send out love and light to yourself, to your family and neighbors or whoever is in need—at some level—we are all family after all.  Send out compassion to the world for the highest good without an attachment of what it must look like.  Thoughts are things, and are more powerful than we realize; those waves of light-filled energy will touch others in so many unseen ways—invisible—and unexplainable—just like gravity, magnetics and the feelings of love.  If we want to make a difference in our own lives—as well as others—raising the vibration everywhere—spend  just a minute and visualize this light going out from your heart touching thousands.  The most powerful thing we might do today—changing the world by our thoughts right from our chairs.  Truth is light. What a concept.  Today, raise your vibration, send out light to the world—and turn off the news!

“There are no rules, only suggestion.” Richard Bartlett

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathy

Mountain Stream 

Manifesting What We Need . . .

Beach - Manifesting what we need
Leaving the beach yesterday afternoon, big dark luminous clouds hovered to the west followed with occasional deep rumblings of thunder.  I looked at my friend Richard, who was loading his beach chairs and small cooler in the trunk of his car, “you’d better hurry,” he said, “I think you can make it home before this rain comes.”

I swung my leg over my silver Raleigh and headed north on A1A, down the narrow lane sprayed with the white bike symbol before me on the pavement. Three quarters of the way home, I turned the corner heading west, looked up and realized heading straight towards my direction and seconds away was a ‘sheet of rain’ as the gusty wind blew the leaves across the asphalt and I felt the bursts of wind swirl against my face; the raindrops pelting me now. Do I really want to get soaked? On my right, as I had turned that corner on Hibiscus, was an old iconic beauty salon called Paula’s.  As I peddled past this very pink 50’s style beauty salon to my right I had noticed a back door overhand big enough for me and my bike; shelter from the rain?  I circled my bike back around and headed for the faded-red scalloped awning which protected the back entrance.   Fifteen minutes later, the squall was over and I continued my trek home. Happy and dry and good with my decision to make my unscheduled stop and grateful for Paula’s south-side stoop.

I thought nothing more about the ride home, rain shower and manifested shelter until the following day …

Sunday morning came bright and early, and my good friend Donna was scheduled to pick me up mid-morning. Our plans to hang out at the beach in place weeks before; sun, ocean waves and catching up with our lives, under the umbrella–toes in the sand and the traditional champagne toast.
As luck or fate would have it, there were no available parking spots open. It’s funny how energy carries an idea to many at once or directs you to what you need to learn or experience, sometimes, I’m not sure which.  Bring in Plan B:

Drop off beach stuff, park at my house, and walk 10 minutes back to the beach. Unloading the beach paraphernalia, I realized that I had forgotten a hair tie. It was particularly warm–outside of south Florida, I would have said HOT, and it is more comfortable to have my shoulder-length hair off my neck and back out of my face out-of-the-way.

If Donna asked me to drive her car back to my house, saving her the walk, I would grab a hair tie  from my home. As this thought was passing through my brains circuitry, she handed me the cooler, and air mattress, shouting, “I”ll meet you on the beach, my umbrella is the Tommy Bahama tan & blue….” I picked up my backpack and begun to cross the brick pavers toward the water. I hadn’t taken more than about 10 steps when I looked down and there was a hair tie. I stopped, totally amazed, and picked it up and quickly used it to tie my hair back, getting it off my neck and feeling not only the breeze, but noticeably cooler.

Wow, I thought, this is the second time in two days that exactly what I needed  literally appeared before me at exactly the right time.  Was this really a bigger metaphor for my life? All of our lives?  And, how often did we miss it or look the other way, or resist the gift? (In the case of the used hair tie, for example.  For all you germ-a-phobs I reasoned that the salt water would certainly kill anything, if necessary. Smiling.)

If we can keep out mind open, I believe ideas, opportunities and situations are given to us as gifts. The people we’re supposed to meet? The jobs we’re supposed to get . . .  The question is always,  do we say yes, or do we say no?   The choice is ours. Not all gifts are packaged how we “envision”.  And, if it doesn’t look the way our ego thinks it should, do we throw the opportunity away?  Do we set up too much criteria?  Too many half to’s and close the very door or window we’ve been waiting to open?

All this to say, just notice. And, maybe, just maybe, be open to something ‘different’ than you expected, but shows up at the exact moment you need it!  What about a “Yes”, and not a “Yea, but . . .”?

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathy Silver, HC

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Getting Out of the Drama and Stepping Into the Compassion. We Enhance Our Everyday Well-Being When We Are Compassionate.

 

Last night while working with a client the topic of compassion arose.  My client was having trouble at work with a co-worker who in fact was very close to her at one time; I would add almost sisters. They had been through a lot together. Tonight, she wished her dead, out of her life and did not want to be partcompassion of hers.  I asked her several questions, and then lay down on the floor as if dead.  Now, what would you say to her?  How would you feel if she died tonight?  What unspoken thoughts would you have left to say?

It is so easy for us to point our finger at another, but what really does it say about us?  What is it within us that triggers our anger? Or fear?  And, why?  We had been working on this for a while, but today she made a choice to extend the olive branch out of love.  I suggested over a cup of coffee—but that was her decision and gift to herself.  It was her choice to create peace, joy and happiness in her life, I could not do that for her.  It takes so much more energy and angst to be hateful rather than loving towards another.  And on a global scale, how can we have world peace, when we cannot even get along with family, friends and co-workers—let alone others  who live on the other side of the world?  It must however start with us–and the personal dramas that are ridiculous.

This morning I received a phone call.  “Cathy, that one-act of kindness changed my life yesterday.  She and I are friends again.  My boss told me how much I mean to our company and what a great sales person I am.  I received an email about what a great job I had done in a volunteer position, and another friend stopped by with a movie and popcorn. I am seeing how everything is related.”  It was as if this one change on my part opened my heart and the gates in many parts of my life shifted all at once; conformation from the Universe?  You decide!

Compassion is an interesting word is it not?  I ask you to step away from the older definition of deep sympathy and sorrow and to one that is more expansive.  Perhaps a newer definition may include something like, “seeing the love in another and like a mirror it reflects back at us or stepping up to extend a hand or ear to another knowing that yes, we all face challenges and one day—you or I may need just the same compassion for something we are going through?  It is life and part of our journey, after all.”  None of us get out of here unscathed. (Smiling)

As the consciousness shifts there will be less survival tendencies and more reaching out to help our fellow human and ironically just like my client, will create healing and shifts that will reverberate in your own life and in others you touch along the way—seen or unseen.

Albert Einstein once wrote, “A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
Can you step out of your self-imposed prison? Can you come from a place of compassion? Peace in the world begins with us, one person at a time.  Who in your life is waiting for an olive branch from you?  And, if you cannot go to compassion, can you take the first step to neutrality?  Sometimes, we need to re-write what we think we know and believe.  Remember, whatever we believe is true.

“Inspired Wellness form within”

Cathy Silver, BA, HC, AADP

Certified Holistic Health Coach – How can I help you?

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Communication From the Otherside of the Veil; Is it Real? Can We Communicate with Our Love ones?

Carol Morgan, Denise Kennedy & Cathy Silver pictured at the 38th Annual Conference for Spiritual and Consciousness Studies in Scottsdale July 10-13

Carol Morgan, Denise Kennedy & Cathy Silver pictured at the 38th Annual Conference for Spiritual and Consciousness Studies in Scottsdale July 10-13, 2014

I’ll call her Doris.  A 50-something woman with short dark brunette hair wearing a vibrant red summer sweater stood in front of Carol Morgan with determination.  Doris was one of many in attendance at the annual conference for the Academy of Spiritual and Consciousness Studies in Scottsdale this past weekend. “I came back to tell you, she said to my friend Carol, that I didn’t believe you were actually talking to Mikey yesterday afternoon.” Doris continued with enthusiasm, “last night, after your presentation I left the hotel to get some dinner, and ended up in a near-by restaurant and bar providing live music. The band had taken a break, and I sat down and ordered a drink. Minutes later, the guitar player walked back on stage and gazed out at the mellow audience before him.

What happened next would have gone unnoticed by all except me as the musician opened with the John Denver song, My Sweet Lady.” She continued the story, “stunned, I put my drink down and lifted my eyes to the ceiling.” Okay Mikey, I said silently to myself, I believe you–this is possible and you are sending signs and talking to your Mother. Yes, I believe you! I am convinced!”

Earlier that afternoon, I loosely participated with moral support on the sidelines with Carol as she delivered her pendulum communication presentation with her son Mikey, there beside her in spirit.  Mikey, Carol’s 20 year-old son died unexpectedly in a freak jeep accident on a camping trip in the Colorado Mountains in September of 2007. I met Carol two years later where I was helping facilitate the first Parent-Child Retreat in Sun Valley Idaho. Carol and other women attending the Sun Valley Retreat were introduced to and taught the skill of channeling.  Carol intuitively knew Mikey was right there with her–giving her signs and guidance every day, and she was anxious and excited to learn this new tool. “Come hell or high water” was Carol’s attitude and her determination at the retreat and in the early days after returning home. Hard work and clear messages had led her to connect with organizers and an invitation to share her story at their annual convention.

During her presentation in Scottsdale, she laughed and played an emotion-filled and touching clip from John Denver’s My Sweet Lady and confessed, a Morgan family tradition and a secret the boys kept from their friends. “Yep, we loved to sing at the top of our lungs with the old John Denver CD playing–speakers blaring in our car –as we zoomed up Interstate 70 into the Colorado Rocky Mountains for vacation.” Doris had heard that very song earlier afternoon and again that evening in the bar. She continued her story; I approached the guitar player and asked cautiously, “Do you play that song much?” She asked. Actually, she confessed, he told me he hadn’t planned on playing it at all.

“The song My Sweet Lady was very specific to my situation, Carol notes and was the very song Mikey used to connect with me very soon after his passing—and  was the song I played in my presentation the day before,” she said beaming with her contagious smile.

Yes, communication from the Otherside of the veil; real and available to those open to the possibility; when you begin with intention, allowance and belief, miracles really do happen!

For more information on Soul Communication you may email me at Snmodefi@gmail.com or visit  SoultoSoulRetreat.com

Carol Morgan and Mikey

Carol Morgan and Mikey

Inspired Wellness from Within

Cathy Silver, HC

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