Monday, February 27, 2012

Monday's Heart 8, Only Human

Nothing penetrates the human heart as does a personal, fervent prayer and its heaven-sent response. " {Thomas Monson}
This Monday I found myself at the Baystate Cardiac Surgery Office with my mom and sister. While there, we were on a mission to find hearts to post for the Monday's Heart blog today. My sister had her Blackberry, so I was able to show my mom my Monday's heart projects up until now, while we were waiting. When she was through looking at them, she said, "Oh look Kel," and pointed to the reception window and we snapped this photo:

The irony was not lost on us, as my mom will be undergoing cardiac surgery soon. It only seemed fitting we include a "human heart" in the Monday's Heart blog as we are now focused on getting my mom's heart better. She is holding a model of one in the above photo. It surprised me how the human heart is actually similar to the stylized heart shape used in art.

From what I have learned the stylized version may have come from the shape of a seedpod of a now extinct African plant, from seventh century B.C., that became associated with love. Christians associate the shape with the Sacred Heart, a vision from Saint Margaret Mary Alocoque, of a heart wrapped in thorns, from around the 1600's. And still others think the heart shape as we know it came from a botched attempt to draw the human heart by ancients, including Aristotle, who believed the human heart contained all human passions. (source)

Each day on my walks, I send out a personal, fervent prayer that my mom's heart will heal. I agree with the Greek philosophers who thought the human heart contains all passions. Maybe it is no coincidence then, that my mom's surgeon is Greek. And perhaps a heaven-sent response was received today, a golden wheat penny, dated 1956, the year my mom turned 17 and began nurses; training, appeared in the change tray when we purchased some cups of tea at the hospital. I can't help but think it may have been sent from my dad, who collected wheat pennies. A penny from heaven.

It is truly gold in color, I have never seen anything like it!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

A 100 Happy Things

A year ago, in an effort to remind myself of what truly makes me feel happy I started a list. I decided to put together 100 things that produce that happy feeling. You know that feeling, where everything feels lighter and brighter? I gave myself as long as I needed, reminding myself to pay attention as happy things surfaced along the way. It took me just about a year to gather a hundred items on the list. Each one truly gives me that feeling of "all is well in the world.." Since today is the exact day I began the list a year ago, I thought it would be nice to publish it, to affirm my happy things.

A Hundred Happy Things (started 2/26/11)

1.polka dots



4. coloring

5. decorator magazines

6. walking
7. my son, Benjamin

8. kelly green                                               

9. tea

10. the house to myself

11. the views from my windows   

12. my bed

13. my bedroom

14. my blog

15. my dreams

16. my laptop

17. laughing with friends

18. my gardens

19. a great outfit

20. my hair

21. yoga

22. a good book

23. a good blog

24. keys       

25. well wishers

26. trees                                        

27. my down parka

28. my sheepskin boots

29. my kitchen

30. mornings and tea

31. coming home

32. naps

33. colored glass   

34. my yoga studio

35. my yoga teachers                                          

36. sharpies

37. coloring books

38. Beatrix Potter books 

39. gardening 

40. gardens

41. hummingbirds

42. birds singing

43. frogs

44. my back porch    

45. Monday mornings (secretly)

46. summer mornings with Benjamin

47. picnics

48. water

49. ladybugs    

50. the art gallery where I teach, at night

51. candle light

52. spring

53. rain

54. puddles

55. Benjamin and Steve talking about boy stuff

56. the smell of lilacs outside my window    

57. the smell of lily of the valley

58. bleeding hearts

59. forget me nots    

60. tea cups

61. my art                                                                     

62. bumblebees

63. Paul Newman iced coffee

64. popcorn

65. working with the Law of Attraction

66. my Nook

67. comfy and pretty button down blouses   

68. riding around talking with Benjamin

69. Ribsy, my walking companion 

70. synchronicity

71. being home all day

72. summer vacation

73. the color of my bedroom, moondust

74. my pretty house  

75. Christmas decorations

76. cocoa  

77. my story

78. freedom from vices

79. my mom

80. being healthy

81. green tea

82. vacations 

83. Grand Canyon   

84. painted toenails

85. quiet

86. me

87. blue skies

88. Monday’s hearts  

89. dreams

90. clear messages from the Universe

91. Nature

92. deer running through the forest, in my view

93. birds 

94. paths

95. vintage things 

96. snow falling

97. water flowing        

98. ice crystals

99. light
100. Billie Holiday music

I feel so fortunate to have all of these things in my life. I'm really glad I made the list, it is very uplifting to read it, a good reminder. I highly recommend making a list of your own. I think I will make another entitled, A Hundred More Happy Things.


Monday, February 20, 2012

Monday's Heart 7, Tread Softly

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.

{W.B. Yates}

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Illuminated Path

This was the path I was provided with while walking today. Glistening, it seemed to be confirming I am on the right path in my life. I felt excited by this because I had a client coming to do work with her dreams and make some dream art. I knew the session would be a good one when I saw my path lit up.

I love when I take photos into the light and the colors in the spectrum reveal themselves such as the photo above. It seems to me the I am being shown the spirit realm. Twelve years ago, when I began the study of dreams I was shown the magic of light in a dream. The dream came, I believe, from my intentional work visualizing light while on my walks.

 I began to incorporate light work into my walks in 1999.  Here is how I would do it:

As I walked, I would visualize a rainbow strand of light (I liked the idea of using all the colors of the spectrum, which correspond to the chakras) swirling from above and down into the crown of my head (the seventh chakra) and spiraling downward through my body. At the same time I would envision rainbow swirls of light spiraling upward from the ground, being sent through my soles, then into my first chakra, and traveling up through my body. I would picture the light meeting in my solar plexus, or "center," (the third chakra) where the rainbow light strands would join each other, enhanced, a double strand. The light would continue to spiral in its intended direction, from above to below, from below, to above, through each of the chakras.


I used the vision of this colorful light as a way to move pent up energy I was feeling either physically, emotionally, or both, and as a means of healing these areas. My intention was to leave  my body, mind and spirit clearer and freer. I performed this exercise consistently for many days on my walks. I can tell you, I always felt stronger after doing this. I believe it was the focused intention on clearing and healing, along with the physical exercise of walking, as well as the discipline of performing both the physical and mindful exercise over and over, that helped.

At the same time I was doing dream work. It started by sharing my dreams daily with my friend; this led to reading a lot on the subject, then attending classes on dream work. My friend and I started a dream circle as well. 

While I was performing the rainbow light exercise and delving deeply into my dreams, I had this amazing dream:

I awake in my bedroom; I hear otherworldly music and at the same time I see a rainbow swirl of light undulating to the musical rhythm, slowly, above my head. It enters through the top my head and flows through my body. The vibrations as the light goes through are intense, like a strong whoosh! They are healing, I can feel this. I look to the foot of my bed and notice the African violet on the table  there has a rainbow swirl of light hovering above it. I can feel my entire body vibrating with a rhythmic, pulsing, healing energy.

I then wake from the dream still feeling the strong healing vibrations in my hands.

It is certainly one of the most profound dreams I have ever had and I believe it has everything to do with the months I spent walking and working with the light.

The dream was a confirmation that the light work I was doing was indeed registering and intensely healing. By seeing it above the blooming plant, it confirmed to me that all living things share this light.

That night I gave the light of the healing dream to my sleeping husband. To this day I "send light" to friends and family and those in need, and they to me. It is one way I  pray for others, and I have every reason to believe it is being received and in some way helping.

The dream has stayed with me and prompted me to continue along my path to where I am now, writing about dreams, doing art based on dreams, and teaching dream art classes.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Monday's Heart 6, Good Friend

 If you open your heart, you already have all the love you need.
{Don Miguel Ruiz}

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Work Like a Walk

Recently I listened to Deepak Chopra's series entitled, The Seven Laws of Yoga. Law 6 is the Law of Detachment. In this segment Chopra reminds us to be very clear about what we want, envision in in great detail, he tells us --and then-- "Let it go." This is the part where we allow the Universe to provide for us exactly what it is we want, but we remain detached about how it will get here.

I have been practicing this.

I made some gestures to honor this law, one being I stopped asking the same question of my dreams (Where? As in, where is my next work place?) I even wrote the question down and sent the piece of paper over a waterfall, (having gone over a waterfall in my friend's dream) recently. I did this to honor the Law of Detachment and show my trust that these answers will arrive if I stop trying to control when, where and how.

Actual waterall in my friend's dream

Then I began to have dreams where my vehicle was out of control. I wound up in two accidents, neither being my fault, in both I calmly took ownership of my vehicle, and in the second dream, my vehicle made it home safely, without me even in it. Perhaps these dreams confirm my detachment.

Though we are told to let go, Chopra tells us to get a visceral sense of what we want, to feel the feelings of what it will be like when we do have what we want. So I have been focusing on how I want my work environment to feel, without assuming I know exactly where this will be.

Today on my walk I realized the vision of what I want is simple; I want a job that is just like my walks.

I want a clear path to begin on, where I am reasonably comfortable and sure-footed, and can see where I am headed. And I want to be exposed to many diverging paths, with a choice of how I will navigate them along the way.

I want coworkers like the trees I visit on my journeys. They stand steady and strong, yet they are yielding.  They are unique individuals, yet are part of a greater community. They each generate energy within the community and each are supported by the kinship of the other trees around them. Trees don't get stuck in ego.

Like the rivers and streams I encounter on my walks, I want the same crisp, clear flowing energy in my work. The only rushing I want is the constancy of ideas and their manifestation, just as the water flows deliberately down the mountain I climb.

Like the rocks I climb and sit upon, I want to feel supported regardless of how I choose to shape my work.

I want to make discoveries  and receive pleasant "bolts from the blue" and be open to seeing these as tools for growth and learning.

I want work, like my walks, to have spontaneity, and joy, and loyal companionship every single day.

I dared to ask my dreams "Where?" once more.

That night I dreamt about a red convertible sports car full of items just for me, for a trip I was taking. My good friend brought them to me before I embarked on my journey. It takes me a while but when I get to the car, the car is ignited by a male and its body becomes burnt-out, but my friend is able to restore it for me. When I visit her, she is painting a piece of the car that reminds me of a headboard from a bed.

This dream, once again a car dream, reminds I have support and the convertible shows me my views are wide open. Though I become burnt out, the fire brings about restoration. The painting and the headboard remind me of my art. I have an actual headboard that I retrieved from the woods on a walk that awaits transformation into a work of art, in my garage.

The message of the dream: follow my art.....

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Monday, February 6, 2012

Monday's Heart 5, Love a Tree

You don't have to know what you love to do to do that. You just have to become the person you've always wanted to be right where you are and watch how your work will transform.
Laura Berman Fortgang from The Prosperity Plan