tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19038598859763048912024-02-07T14:11:16.689-07:00Touch of the GoddessSharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-46845085830731440372014-07-01T11:14:00.003-06:002014-07-01T11:14:45.112-06:00By the Numbers"312 is your credit score. You are good to go!"<br />
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What? Had I just heard some disembodied voice tell me some random thing in my dream? No visuals, no dreamscape, just an announcement that could have come from a car salesman or banker? First off, 312 is definitely NOT a good credit score and, if it was, where the heck was this lending establishment? And what the heck did I need a credit score for?</div>
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I tossed some, trying hard not to really wake up. Keep your eyes closed, you can go back to sleep. Slow my breathing. "312 is your credit score. You are good to go!" What the? OK, not going back to sleep. I will lay here and think about the numbers, then.</div>
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Although, I dislike math, numbers have always fascinated me. How they came about, their different meanings and uses beyond the mere counting of things or rankings. I pay attention to numbers, number sequences on license plates and addresses, in nature, in Dreams! I have the Doreen Virtue Angel Numbers app for my phone, books on number meanings (especially with Tarot and Oracle cards), and my own experience with numbers to guide me when they show up. But, they rarely show up this insistently in a dream. Alrighty, then!</div>
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As I am not a trained numerologist, I tend to see numbers as they relate to Tarot cards. So, this is what I decided about this sequence.</div>
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3-When I see 3, I think, Goddess energy. Maiden, Mother, Crone. I, especially see the 3 of Cups. Celebration, sisterhood, expression, communications, love are the positive aspects I feel. Of course, 3 is made up of 1 and 2.</div>
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1- This is always an Ace to me. I didn't get a particular suit, so let's just go with new beginnings, fresh starts. It is kind of a go for it kind of number.</div>
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2-Pentacles popped up for me on this number. Abundance and well-being, balance, sharing, cooperation, receptivity just about sums the number 2 up.</div>
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Can't forget what happens when you combine all three of these. 3+1+2=6</div>
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6-Service, responsibility, discernment along for me, journeys. The journeys can be physical, mental, emotional, spiritual.</div>
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I only took the positive meaning for the numbers because the statement that followed them seemed like such a positive thing.</div>
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What am I going to take away from this message, for surely, message it was?</div>
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I am, at last, at that point in my life where I am going to be able to celebrate my abilities...all of them. I will be able to integrate all my training and Crone experience so that I may embark upon a new beginning of sharing and cooperation that will enhance my well-being and abundance. I will facilitate the balance I need between work, service, and play. I will see how the trials and successes of my previous journeys have paved the way to the start of this new journey. That must be the "You are good to go!" meaning. I think the words credit score were used to really get my attention because they were important and to help me remember the numbers themselves. I will continue to think about them to see if anything else comes up. I have been trying to put together which direction I was going to take after this move. This was timely.</div>
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I am grateful for the messages I receive both for myself and clients. As I was writing this, I did wonder why messages meant for me tend to come at night in dreams or on the verges of sleep. I distinctly heard a chuckle and a whisper of "You don't listen so well during the day!" LOL Cheeky guide!</div>
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For those that are unfamiliar with the Doreen Virtue app, here is the link in iTunes.<br />
https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/angel-numbers-101-doreen-virtue/id485831471?mt=8</div>
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Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-19218416718441427022013-10-02T05:38:00.000-06:002013-10-02T05:38:35.083-06:00Learning, StillWorld Book Encyclopedia and Encyclopedia Brittanica, do they even exist anymore in this browser driven world? They were the doorways into the Universe for my very questing young mind. Hours spent sitting on the floor, going from A to Z, just to learn, no, it was more like devour the content on the pages before me. Reading just for the fun of it about things that did not exist for me outside of my bedroom situated in a white house surrounded by cotton fields, corn fields, and cows plunked down in a part of Tornado Alley known as the panhandle of Texas. I am sure I drove the adults in my life crazy with my questions (which is probably one of the reasons there were two sets of encyclopedias in my room). I was lucky, in that I had some very good teachers to start my school years out, teachers that understood my need for answers that came best when I could look for them myself, giving directions when I got stuck, or pushing me to look beyond.<br />
The year, for me, started not in January, but in September. The beginning of the school year was the most exciting time for me. The smells of books, fresh notebooks, pencils, glue, crayons still do it for me. I loved school. I loved school so much that when the Ice Capades came to Amarillo for one day in the middle of the school week, I wouldn't go. My parents dropped me off as they headed for the big show with my little sister and baby brother. The school was nearly empty as everyone had taken advantage of the excused absence policy for this once in a life time event. To this day, sitting in that third grade classroom on a rainy winter day having my all time favorite grade school teacher, Mrs. McCauley, nearly all to myself is one of my favorite memories.<br />
Along the way there were more good and great teachers, and some that left a lot to be desired. But, because I had been fortunate enough to have such great experiences in learning with wonderful teachers early on, I knew that one bad teacher was just a bump in my road of learning.<br />
I feel bad for most teachers now. They don't really get to teach the way that I was taught. I feel sorry for the kids that don't learn for the love of learning, but must be tested into hating school.<br />
I could have easily become a professional student, but location and funding put an end to formal schooling after some college. I have sought out teachers for the other parts of my life. And, again, there are always some thorns among the roses. I never thought that I knew enough. I continued to search for more knowledge, more information, more experience. Then one day, someone came to me and asked if I could teach them. How could I do that? I was the student always looking for the next teacher. I can't possibly be expected to do this! Panic, doubt, insecurity, the big three hit me hard. They kept asking, I kept turning them down. I looked for someone else to teach them. They wouldn't go away. And, then I remembered something. I had been asked to substitute teach for an old high school teacher of mine that had become a close friend in later life. I had given him all the same excuses that I had just doled out to myself. When I told him I didn't have all the answers, he reminded me that it wasn't my job to have the answers. It was the job of the students to find the answers. All I had to do was ask them the right questions. Then, he said, "And Sharon, you always had great questions!"<br />
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Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-90519623072914646852013-03-18T08:39:00.001-06:002013-03-19T07:57:18.110-06:00The Cake You Have Been Waiting For<div style="text-align: center;">
Oatmeal Cake (taken from the page of Barbara Stewart Anderson)</div>
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2 Eggs</div>
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One note: After becoming a fan of the Sweet Potato Queens (They have a great cookbook full of wonderful recipes, financial advice, and life lessons. I KNOW!) I NEVER use anything but DARK brown sugar, so they don't come take away my fan membership card. I wish I could give credit for the recipe, but I could not get anyone to confess when I asked on my personal page. Whomever you are, "Thank you from the tip of my tongue to the bottom of my stomach!"</div>
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Whew! I am so glad the picture turned out! By the time I got done editing the photo, that piece was gone. I would have had to cut another piece and eaten some in order to take another. Hmmmmm....that the picture look a little out of focus to you? </div>
Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-92020071318438655252013-03-06T08:49:00.000-07:002013-03-06T08:49:33.941-07:00Been there, done that!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I started my business I was nervous, excited, doubtful. I had done my time in classes, taken notes and read books and lessons, participated in practice sessions, had great teachers and not so great. So, what was I worried about? Mostly, you. How would I know how to counsel you, help you, nurture you, heal you? Who did I think I was, anyway? I came pretty close to paralyzing myself with fear. But the money I had spent and the people who were supporting me pushed me forward. I opened my doors.</div>
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Before my first client was due to arrive, I thought I was going to throw up. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I almost called her and cancel. Thank goodness, I did not. I learned a big lesson that day. Trust with a big T. I had to let go, give it over. Do I still get nervous? Yes. But, as soon as I start doing what I do, using the talents I have been given, I am given a flow. Sometimes, I am amazed at what comes out of my mouth or thru my hands. I am tickled when I am telling someone something in a reading and "feel" a little tap on my shoulder and hear a whisper of "Practice what you preach." Everything that I have gone thu in my life, good and bad, is something that I can use to counsel a client. All those things that I have experienced or been witness to goes into my healers' tool box. Pulling out these lessons gives me new perspective and shows you that I have walked in your shoes. I have felt what you are feeling, gone thru what you are going thru. I am so grateful for being in this line of work and I love everyone that I have met. So when I talk to you I can honestly say, "I have been there and done that! (((BIG hugs)))</div>
Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-73502332177302129222013-01-18T19:00:00.000-07:002013-01-19T07:55:10.519-07:00Dominating my Own Little World<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 24.296875px;">I have great plans for my own life domination. I have plans to conquer fears, talents, artistic dreams, romantic desires, domestic duties, my health, and time management. I am 18 days into my campaign. I have now come to a painful conclusion. I need minions...a LOT of minions. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 24.296875px;">I think I am a great idea person. I like to come up with the idea, execute it a few times and then, move on. I hate repetitive tasks (aka listing items on Etsy, website, etc.) So, I need a computer savvy, tireless minion to do this.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 24.296875px;">I can't seem to give myself permission to create art, write, do spiritual stuff if my surroundings are a mess. Domestic minion needed! Please apply within.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 24.296875px;">Minion with driver's license is a must for running all errands. That way I don't have to leave a creative idea dangling just because we have no milk or bread in the house. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 24.296875px;">I figure with 4 or 5 good minions, they can get my life in order and I can do, well, just what I want to do.....and whenever I want to do it. I have had a thought about the whole diet and exercise thing, though, and I don't believe a minion could handle that. Might need a task master for that particular job! Hahaha</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 24.296875px;">So, anyway, where do you look in the Yellow Pages for minions? I can't seem to find a listing!</span></span>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-54997320770385737282013-01-17T08:29:00.001-07:002013-01-17T08:29:21.933-07:00Your Own Bed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Four nights away. Not a vacation, but a mission of service for my mother-in-law. We are home, tired and somewhat drained. When I sank into my bed last night it was with a sigh of great relief and an expectation of revitalization. I miss my bed so much when we are away from it. It is nothing special, no fancy foam, or pumps that have your number on them. Just a plain old mattress on top of box springs. But, it is home to me. It represents safety and comfort, healing and pleasure, rest and revitalization. Every since our children were little and would run into our room during inclement weather yelling, "Tunder, Daddy, tunder!", we have had a king sized bed. Lots of room for my tossing and turning sleep and for two little girls to find security between both parents during a loud eastern Colorado thunderstorm. The feel of the weight of my comforter on a dark, snowy night sleeping between warm flannel sheets is my idea of a good night's sleep. Lying on top of crisp sheets while a cool night breeze blows across me after a hot summer day is bliss. Funny the things we appreciate the most when we are away from them and how grateful we are to be back to them. Hope your bed gives you what you need. Sleep tight tonight, my Peepsies! (((Warm Hugs)))Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-27695341713433613532013-01-11T08:11:00.000-07:002013-01-11T08:11:17.277-07:00Be Good to Yourself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brushes like these two might be the one of the best and easiest things you can do for your physical body. They will detox the biggest organ you have, your skin. It is good for your lymphatic system, among other things. I have never been a great one for pampering myself. I guess I grew up too much of a tomboy. I mean, who has time to put on lotion when there are so many wonderful things outside in the dirt. (I still prefer dirt to lotion! Hahaha)<br />
I live in the desert southwest. Desert=dry, dry, dry. Now, while I take the time to hydrate my wood furniture (hubby is a woodworker) to keep it looking good and staying together in this climate, I used to rarely take the time to take care of my outer layer of protection. After awhile of this type of neglect my skin does a pretty good imitation of a genuine alligator bag, especially my legs. Hey, I'm a grown up tomboy and I can ignore that. But, here comes the kicker, I get itchy, really itchy. I start to leave red marks on my skin from scratching. Also, I leave behind a trail of dandruff like stuff everywhere. Eewwww! Enter my two new best friends. The short brush is very soft and good to use on my face and neck. The longer brush has more serious bristles and is long enough to even do your whole back. Make sure the brushes aren't too stiff. You don't want to damage your skin when you are trying to do a good thing. I did a little research and found that you should brush your skin toward your heart. Start at your feet and brush up, then do face and neck (softer brush) and brush down. Shower or bathe after to get rid of all that yucky dead stuff.There are so many benefits to this practice. It only takes 5-15 minutes. This is the best part...it feels really GOOD! I don't even think of this as pampering. It is something I do to keep me comfortable and it still does other really cool stuff. It was kind of like when we found out dark chocolate is good for us. Anyway, your skin will look better and you will feel vibrant. Take care of your skin. I mean, really, it holds all the good stuff in.Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-886042154062676422013-01-10T16:30:00.000-07:002013-01-10T16:49:27.407-07:00ExpectationsThe root of disappointment was planted by the seed of expectation. I was going to write about waiting, or patience today, but just couldn't seem to quite get in the mood for it. All of you that know me, already know that one of my life lessons is patience. So, I'm not going to lead the cow down to that trough (well, at least not today LOL). But, earlier I was doing some chores and putting together some single serve meals to freeze for my 95 year old mother-in-law, and I thought, "This is not what I expected to be doing today. What happened to that time I was setting aside to do artsy-crafty stuff?" And, what had been an ok activity disappeared into a haze of disappointment, a slightly feeling sorry for myself kind of moment. And THAT, my peepsies, turned into about an hour and a half's worth of looking back over a lot of my expectations. I turned 60 this year. I am not where I expected to be in my life. I had EXPECTED to be getting ready to retire, traveling more, seeing my kids and grandkid more, spending more time with my soon to be 80 year old mom. I had expected never to get into this bad a physical condition again (having done this twice before and making some very serious, but now, broken vows to that effect). And it just wasn't the good stuff that I expected. Hubby and I have had some setbacks thru life (who hasn't?) but I got into the habit of expecting the other shoe to drop. You know, just waiting for the next bad thing. I think a lot of us have done this. I have been working on this particular one pretty hard. I have found that if I am always expecting something bad to happen that I can be pretty good at manifesting that. Also, it brings a lot of worry and I am not enjoying my life at the moment. I have found that when I am in that expecting type of place that I am not here, not now. I am living in some daydream of how the future is going to be, most of the time without putting a lot of thought into what needs to get done to have those expectations met. I am not only missing out on all the great things that I do have going, but I am setting myself up for future disappointment. Crazy, huh? Yeah, I know. Well, I am a work in progress and most of the time a pretty good optimist. I will let this expectation part of myself go. It will take a lot off of my shoulders and make my day to day life easier. Well, I still have some food to freeze so I had better get at it. Made a family favorite, JuicyBurgers. I expect my mother-in-law will really like it........oops!Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-31187498557320129922013-01-09T18:25:00.001-07:002013-01-09T18:25:10.976-07:00Feeding Your Wild Thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I got to see "The Life of Pi" last night. It is still very much with me today. It is so full of such good stuff to think about. What keeps floating to the top for me today is how fragile is the hold we have on our Wild Thing. You know what I am talking about. It is the Passion, the Excitement, the sheer Joy, the over the top and down the sides part of you that is so easily lost or worse, euthanized by todays expectations of what makes a grown up or a responsible citizen. I am not talking about violent tendencies, I am talking about the things that bring life to your life. The fierceness that can pop out when you are speaking about the things you truly believe in. The passion that makes people look at you a little differently, maybe even take a step back, have you fed it lately? That joyful excitement that bubbles through you when you are creating----ANYTHING, have you given it a long drink of inspiration? If we don't play with our inner Wild Thing, air it out, nourish it, we will lose it. It will be gone and it may take a lifetime to coax it back. So, quit starving your very precious Wild Thing. Feed it the good stuff. Now, go outside and ROAR!Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-90899986302425896802012-03-02T19:00:00.000-07:002012-03-02T19:00:01.602-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My soon to be 95 years old mother-in-law called last week to ask if I could help her put on a garage sale. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona and this would entail a 7 hour drive, plus bringing everything to set up a garage sale, as she has never had one in her life. As my husband and I loaded up saw horses and pieces of plywood to use as tables we discussed the reasons for this unusual request. In January, his mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer and from everything we had been told, she probably had anywhere from 3-6 months to live. She says that she has never felt better in years and does seem to be doing really well considering the diagnosis. She has outlived her husband and a brother and most of her friends. She considers that she has had a pretty good run and has told us all that she is ready for whatever happens. With that in mind, she decided that getting rid of some of the "stuff" she had would make it easier on all of us that would be left.<br />
The day after we arrived, we endeavored to get her to tell us what she wanted in the sale. After much procrastinating, she decided that we would start in her china painting room and cull out all the books that could be sold. Lordy, I have never seen so many cookbooks, mostly vintage, in one place! Now this is a woman whom most family members would agree, with the exception of one or two items, was decidedly not a good cook. But, I guess hope springs eternal and she was trying to be better by just reading Betty Crocker. Every book she placed in the pile came with an anecdote or a memory of someone that had to be told. We were getting nowhere fast and still did not have much to put in a sale. My husband came in to hurry the pace and basically just increased her audience by one more body.<br />
Sale day arrived and we set the make-shift table up and placed what items we had managed to gather and price on display. Now, the wait. The first cars arrived and customers started to poke around the "stuff" that she had accumulated over a long life. We were amazed how well these old cookbooks sold. My mother-in-law was impressed enough to go in and bring out some clothing. As I worked the concrete sales floor and took nickels and dimes, quarters and dollars, she sat in the sunshine and talked to the strangers and neighbors that had stopped by to see what treasures that they couldn't live without.<br />
She didn't make much money and we didn't get rid of much "stuff" as she just couldn't seem to part with much. But, I think she had a good time and I re-learned something that I had forgotten. We all have stories and we all yearn to share them. It validates us and we feel that we have accomplished something in the passing along of our tales. So, when someone shares a story with you, smile, nod, touch their hand and know that you have lifted a life and made someone feel precious and above all, heard.<br />
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<br />Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-11669824693631673672012-02-23T19:36:00.000-07:002012-02-23T19:36:05.421-07:00Cycles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I pulled this card from the beautiful "The Goddess Oracle deck just a while ago. I was a little surprised to pull it. I used to get it in my pre-menopausal and peri-menopausal days, but that is long past. What, I was wondering was what it was trying to say to me? </div>
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For women, our days and years are measured by our bleeding cycles. More importantly, how we feel about ourselves and how society sees us is measured by this, too. When you are young and vibrant and FERTILE you are looked at one way, with a value. Maybe for the wrong reasons, but that is the case. When you are older, it is a different story. Here in the West, we worship, chase, idolize Youth. Our older women are pushed aside. Just at the time when we no longer have the worries of continuos child care and at a stage where we have gathered so much information, both classically and intuitively, we are ignored. We even think of ourselves as unwomanly, thinking that we have nothing of value to offer the World. If the outside won't honor us, we need to do it for ourselves. Take stock of your assets. Every life experience, each moment of joy, every agonizing bit of pain, each night of sorrow has taught you something. Every older woman carries a bit of Chiron, the wounded healer, inside of her. Your hand, your words, your very heart can change how some one else sees their day, their partner, their children, their friends, their World. They will listen to you because they will feel that you have been there, done that. You can walk your talk. Don't be shy or afraid. Don't let the World push you aside. Share yourself. You are a gift.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">For many of us, our lives have played out like an old fashioned melodrama. You know what I mean, "You must pay the rent! I can't pay the rent!" Going from one life crisis after another and all the while, waiting for the "hero" to come and v</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">anquish the evil and take us away into a "happily ever after". Well guess what? YOU are the hero! Not only that you are the script writer and you play every role, every character at one time in your life or another. Now is the time to take charge! Be the producer and the director, after all, you are working with the best talent on the planet! (applause, applause)</span><br />Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0Kokopelli Dr. NW, Albuquerque, NM 87114, USA35.2065553 -106.693980334.9987223 -107.0098373 35.4143883 -106.37812330000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-58811192113739445292012-02-18T17:00:00.000-07:002012-02-18T08:27:32.118-07:00"The Intended Path" Healer Practitioner Course<div class="section" style="background-color: rgb(63.921570%, 85.098040%, 47.450980%);">
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<span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-size: 24pt;">“The Intended Path” Healer Practitioner </span><br />
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metaphysical understanding followed by hands-on, active healing practice<br />
under the certified direction of Sharon Rawson to help sensitize yourself<br />
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human being at a Soul Level. Learn to repair the body, clear the emotional<br />
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individual, learn how to protect yourself from harmful outside energies, ramp up your manifestation abilities. This is true holistic healing that helps one to lead a more productive and meaningful life. The healers-in-training will learn about our true multi-dimensional nature and philosophy of oneness to activate latent talents to serve humanity and the Ascension through ones’ own Divine connection and purpose. You will Awaken and Remember..... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: 700;">Workshop Format: </span><span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-size: 12pt;">Class meets once a month, </span><span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: 700;">starting Saturday, February 25th </span><span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue; font-size: 12pt;">10:00a.m.-5:00p.m. Location at 9804 Kokopelli Dr. NW Albuquerque, NM 87114 Morning lecture, break for lunch, afternoon hands-on practice </span><br />
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 Or just click on the Schedule Now button and go to classes!Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-34784199367805120812011-08-29T14:17:00.000-06:002011-09-01T15:00:45.193-06:00Patience<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Now, I could have ranted and raved, but I just changed my plans (albeit looking out the window repeatedly to check progress). I have gotten other things done and not blown my gasket. You should be proud of me. I have thought how grateful I am that I have a driveway to block and a truck to drive. I am grateful that my husband has a job and that we still love each other enough to want to spend our free time together.<br />
I have to go now, though, as the trucks are city trucks they will probably leave somewhere around the 4:00 hour, whether they are done or not. I figure if I have my purse on my shoulder and the keys in my hands I can rush out, drive out the other direction, beat them to the street and be at the grocery in 10 minutes and still be home before hubby. I mean, really, you didn't think I could last longer than this, did you? LOL</div>
Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-72163729001865525832010-10-27T09:54:00.000-06:002010-10-27T09:54:22.703-06:00Relaxation in Just MinutesRelaxation-ahhhhh. Just the thought makes us desire it. Unfortunately, most of us tend to think that we can't relax unless it's on a beach, or on the weekend with a brewski and the NFL on the tube. Well, today I am going to give you a technique to use everyday to take a mini-relaxation break.<br />
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1. You can do this with your eyes open or closed. Relax your entire body as much as you can. Take 3 slow, deep breaths, in thru your nose, out thru your mouth. Feel where you are holding tension and relax those places. Feel yourself getting "heavy".<br />
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2. Now, starting with your feet, clench the muscles as you inhale. Hold, then relax your feet as you exhale. I like to do this 3 times. Take longer on the out breath and the relaxation, than you do on the inhale and muscle contraction.<br />
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3. Now, take this technique up through your body. Do your calves, your upper legs, your buttocks, your tummy, your chest, your shoulders, your arms, your hands (clench into a fist), your neck, and your face.<br />
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4.When your entire body has been done, sit or lie quietly for 5 minutes. Continue breathing slowly and deeply, in and out. Feel the tension flowing out of your body and into the ground.<br />
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5. When you are ready, open your eyes if you had them closed, count backward from 5 to 0, continuing the deep breathing. You may feel a bit disoriented at first, but this will pass. Get up and stretch.<br />
6. Now, don't you feel better!Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-30460664568844766262010-10-26T12:23:00.000-06:002010-10-26T12:23:33.538-06:00Daughters=FriendsI have been looking at a lot of problems lately and was starting to feel more than a little overwhelmed. It seemed like I was headed back into some of the same old patterns, even after all of the years I had worked to overcome them. I had forgotten a lot of my coping and problem solving skills. I was, in a word, too close to the situation to see it from a new perspective.<br />
Living in a new town and having experienced quite a few health issues had hampered my ability to make new friends. I have two beautiful, smart grown girls that I feel fortunate enough to call "friends", one even lives in the same town. I talk to both of them on the phone quite frequently. But, being Mom, I didn't want to burden them with my problems. Or, truth be told, have them see me as fallible and very human. I was, after all, MOM. I was supposed to be the one that THEY came to with their problems, not the other way around. To make a long story short, they both could see that something was up with me and before too long, I was pouring my heart out to them. They were just the sounding boards I had needed. They are both supportive and are not above kicking my rump to get me in gear. I love them dearly! I guess, I am trying to say, don't disregard any of the resources you have at hand, smart, caring little girls grow up to be smart, caring women. I am glad that they are my daughters and my friends.Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-40260653879695479502010-10-25T09:13:00.001-06:002010-10-25T09:15:55.418-06:00Sleep on it!<meta charset="utf-8"></meta><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"></span><br />
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">We've all heard it, maybe we have even said it, "Let me sleep on that." Well, medical science is finally on board with what we have known intuitively for most of our lives. We problem solve during sleep. Whether sleep just frees up our minds to concentrate or we receive guidance from the Divine or our higher self, this works. Here are some tips to get the most out of your problem solving dreams:</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">1. Write the problem down, be brief, just a sentence or key word or two. Place this by your bed.</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">2. After you are in bed and ready to go to sleep, review the problem.Try to "see" the problem before you.</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">3.This is the important part. Tell yourself that you will dream about the problem and, YOU WILL REMEMBER what you dream or any intuitions that come to you.</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">4. Keep a pen and paper by the bed. This is good to do all the time. You never know when something brilliant will come to you at night. Don't want to miss that! </div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">5. When you wake, BEFORE you get out of bed*, think about any dreams or pieces of dreams you remember. Don't force this, as that tends to push things away. Write down what you remember, even if it makes no sense to you now. You may have an "aha" moment later in the day.</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">6. Don't get discouraged. It may take a few days if you are not used to remembering your dreams. You may even get insight later in the day.</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">* If like me, you need to get up in the night for any reason, follow the tips in #5. You will think you you will remember it for when you get up in the morning. You wont!</div><div><br />
</div>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-55050061410298508002010-09-17T12:29:00.000-06:002010-09-17T12:29:55.339-06:00Seeing like a childI have just re-discovered one of my favorite authors/artists. His name is Brian Andreas. His words fill me with wonder and make me think. He can view the world with a child-like quality that is both joyous and profound. He makes me realize just how poorly that we, as adults, see and experience this amazing world around us. How long has it been since you lay on the grass and guessed at the shapes in the clouds? Or sat upon the floor and looked at things from the level of a 3 year old? Things become mysterious and magical when you change your perception of them. It doesn't take too much time to start again with this kind of thinking. You can start with something small, like say, giving your car a name. My mid-life crisis LeBaron convertible is named Wahoo! Something I stole out of the movie "IQ" with Meg Ryan. My daughter has an older Jeep Cherokee that she calls Jeepers, although sometimes I think Jeepers Creepers would be better due to all the trouble she has had with it. My husband (a very practical accountant type) calls his red truck, get ready for it, Red! Now, I know some of you have already done this. Why don't you share it with us!Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-63135653637878125482010-08-26T16:45:00.000-06:002010-08-26T16:45:52.382-06:00Caroline Myss on Chakras<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UaVIuy-ZMiY?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UaVIuy-ZMiY?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-44741096103311684952010-06-13T11:40:00.000-06:002010-06-13T11:40:57.004-06:00Cosmic Seeds*<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vIdiCgHbWIU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIdiCgHbWIU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIdiCgHbWIU&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-21883237843705472012010-02-17T17:07:00.000-07:002010-02-17T17:07:43.749-07:00Magic HappensWhile watching the Olympics, I saw an ad for the new Harry Potter attraction at Disney World. It looks exciting, and I wish I could go. I got to thinking how the excitement around all things magical in movies, books, and music is growing so much. I love this. BUT, and this is a big But, I think people have forgotten that we are all magical. Each and everyone of us is capable of creating and using magic. You scoff? Really? Do you cook? Is is not magical that you can take flour, sugar, salt, eggs, and a few other things, mix together, slap in a pan in a hot oven and.......VOILA! Cake!!!!!! Trust me, as someone who lived in the Rocky Mountains above 6,000ft for a lot of years, baking is not only magic, it is miraculous!! Or how about taking all those lovely veggies that you grew (another magical ability, I might add) and put them in a pot with your various seasonings and come out with a soup or a stew? When you cook with love and care, you are making magic. You are making something mundane into something that will nourish and enrich a body. Is this not the definition of a beneficial potion?<br />
Ever had a massage, a really good massage? Got 'ya didn't I? Taking all that stress and tension that you have been hoarding in your body out and leaving you feeling light and relaxed, if that therapist isn't a magician, then who is?<br />
Do you sew, craft, scrapbook, do photography, play or write music, write? If you do any of these things or any creative endeavor, you are creating something out of nothing, even if it is only memories. How about creating a character in a stage play? If you have been to the theatre you know the kind of magic I am talking about here.<br />
I guess what I am getting at is that there is magic, and magicians, are all around us. There is even one hidden in you............Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-86464152904509980152010-02-16T12:40:00.000-07:002010-02-16T12:40:21.420-07:00Have a go at it!"The more you depend on forces outside yourself, the more you are dominated by them."<br />
This puts me in mind of something that we all do. I have never encountered anyone who didn't do this. What is "this"? It is waiting for everything to be just right before you have a go at something. You know what I am talking about. All the good stuff has to wait while you get everything aligned properly. The "Oh, I am going back to school, take art classes, travel, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.........when the kids get out of school, when I am married, when I am retired, when I have more money. Get the drift? Been there haven't you? Maybe, you're even still there. And it doesn't have to be just one thing, in fact, when we do it we usually have a case of the multiples. If, as John Lennon said, "Life is what happens while you're living it" why aren't we doing these things that will make our hearts sing? There is never, ever going to enough time, money, or whatever. We just need to have a go anyway. OK, maybe you can't take that trip to Italy you have always wanted. Do something related. Learn to cook some really mean Pasta, learn to speak Italian, visit a museum or gallery that carries Italian artwork. Do you see where I am going with this? While you are busy DOING something that you care about, the Universe just might find a way for you to get plane tickets to Tuscany. And, just think, you'll know just what to eat and how to order it when you get there.<br />
If you want to go back to school now is the time to do it. There is an unprecedented amount of financial aid out there. Got a computer, take on-line classes. That way you can keep your day job, while you learn.<br />
Want to learn a new skill or take up a new hobby but the kids are still at home. I used to live in a neighborhood where us gals with small children took turns babysitting so that we could each have a Mommy Day off a few times a month. Or if the kids are old enough, get them involved, too. I mean, the family that plays together really does stay together. A few years ago, my oldest daughter and I (and I am no Spring Chicken, wait....I am getting a visual! LOL) took up Middle Eastern dancing together. It was a blast and something we will always share and made my gimpy hip work better.<br />
So, stop with the excuses (I am most definitely talking to myself here, too) and do something. DO something that puts a smile on your face and a giggle in your heart. DO something that makes your feet dance or your mind expand. It is all up to you. Oh, and by the way, I give you permission to leave the dishes in the sink.Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-34866877467016724062010-02-13T07:56:00.000-07:002010-02-13T07:56:34.235-07:00ForgivenessAs we enter this weekend of Love, I want to talk to you about what really needs to come first. Before you can be truly free to love someone else, you must love yourself. To love yourself, you need to forgive yourself. "What!" you say. Yes, forgive yourself. We all carry around those things inside us that what we have never forgotten, much less forgiven. All those regrets, big and small, that fester inside you, all those slights that made you mad or made you feel small, all that guilt for things left undone, behind, or unrealized, need to be purged. The way you do that is to forgive yourself. We don't realize just how much we beat ourselves up for stuff that we have done or haven't done. Forgive yourself for not standing up for yourself. Forgive yourself for only doing what you can do. Forgive yourself for those times that maybe you weren't as kind as you could have been because your day had turned to crap. Forgive yourself for all those stupid decisions you have made thru your life. As you give yourself permission to just be as you are, you will feel yourself getting lighter as your heart chakra opens. You will be able to breathe easier. The tension will leave your neck and shoulders. You will sleep better. Your digestion will be better. As you begin to forgive yourself you will find it easier to forgive others, and that releases a whole truckload of pressure and pent up stress and emotion. So this Valentine's Day, send yourself a valentine. "To me---I forgive myself. I love myself just the way I am. With love, Me".Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-19003550531477589722010-02-10T09:13:00.001-07:002010-02-10T09:25:38.710-07:00Time"Time is an invention. Now is a reality. So much creativity is happening for the simple reason that we have withdrawn ourselves from past and future. Our whole energy remains blocked either in the past or the future. When you withdraw all your energy from past and future a tremendous explosion happens. That explosion is creativity."-----Bhagwan Shree Rajnessh from "The Goose is Out"<br />
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We hear a lot about "living in the now". But, exactly what does that mean? How can we live in the moment when we are dealing with getting the kids off to school, trying to think what to cook for dinner, what bills are due and when? We are such a linear society. We put everything on a timeline.<br />
These are some of the suggestions that I have found help me.<br />
1. Get organized. If you are not running around always looking for what you need, you will have more time to get things done.<br />
2. Make a list of the things that need to get done, break it down into manageable segments, put it somewhere handy and mark things off when they are finished. This does a few things. First it gets all of that minutia out of your head so you don't have to keep reminding yourself. Second, it is great feeling to take a magic marker and run a line thru a chore. You can actually "see" what you have accomplished. Don't make your list real general, either. Divide it up into smaller pieces, as instead of putting down "Clean house", list it room by room with each chore listed.<br />
3. Most important---DON'T WORRY IF IT ALL DOESN'T GET DONE! You know what? It will all still be there another day. Really, no one is going to ground you.<br />
4. Take time off, real time off. Walk outside, read a book, take a bath, play with the cat, dog, or child, anything that will take you away from all the everyday worry stuff.<br />
5. Prioritse! And this is where it gets difficult for most people. Whatever you list holds, YOU need to go first.<br />
If you are living in fear or anger, you are not living in the now. You are living in the past and the future, thinking about what wen down, went wrong, why, and what to do about it. When you find yourself in this place, just stop. Notice where your shoulders are at. Are they hunched over or tight and up around your ears? Ok, just relax them. Take 3 to 5 deep breaths, slow and even. If the feelings are still there, do it all again. Infuse your living space with the calm of lavender or invigorate yourself with any of the citrus oils.<br />
You can do it. I know this because I manage to do it. Well, at least every now and then! LOLSharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1903859885976304891.post-58105422793974939742010-02-06T15:07:00.000-07:002010-02-06T15:07:20.962-07:00Animal LightworkersI knew when I got up this morning that I was going to talk about the four-legged and the winged lightworkers of which we are surrounded. I got busy doing other stuff ( you know how time-consuming other stuff can be) and am just now sitting down to write. I am glad that I had to wait because it gave me the opportunity to read the blog (www.zenpastry.blogspot.com) of a very talented friend of mine. We were on the same wave length. You see, my friend is an awesome pastry chef and she just lost her job because her boss shut down his business to, sort of, retire. She is busting her butt off looking and applying for jobs. (If you are out there looking for a job, I am sure you sympathize.) You know how it can get you down. Her saving grace is her Puppy that makes her go outside and play with nature and her Kitty that curls up in her arms when she is on the computer searching. They both have taken to sleeping with her at night. Our pets just seem to know when we need comfort. They are, also, very good at knowing when we need protecting, and I am not just talking about keeping out the burglar or scaring away the mugger. I have a cat named Diesel. We rescued him from a no kill shelter. They had about given up on adopting him because he had two strikes against him. He was a black cat and he was six years old. But he was our first cat and we figured he could teach us how to be cat people, so home he came with us. As you can imagine, it took awhile for him to find his bearings. He is a beautiful, but somewhat aloof cat, certainly more regal that affectionate. As a healer, I sometimes find myself having to deal with the "darker" aspects of living. And sometimes, I don't protect or clear myself well enough when I am working. That leaves me open to what negativity is floating around. I have found that when this happens, I most often have to confront and deal with it in the "dreamtime". Now Diesel rarely sleeps with us, but when I am having one of those nights, I always wake up to him sleeping smack dab as close to me as he can get, literally guarding my back. As soon as sees that I am awake and alright, he gets up, stretches, and looks at me as if to say,"My job here is done". I think of him as my guardian and he has proven it time and time again.<br />
My teacher is a horsewoman. Her horses are more than friends and companions, they are like her children. When she lost Cowboy during the winter, she was devastated. She did not know what she would do without him. She has since found out that he has come back to her in the form of a Spirit Guardian and Guide, continuing to comfort and help her as he did in life. What a gift!<br />
So, pay a little more attention to the care you get from your pet when you are feeling down and out. I think you will see what I am talking about. Maybe your dog isn't Lassie, but how good is it to have your own Lightworker just dying to get in your lap. Bright Blessings!Sharon Rawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17737437259420212462noreply@blogger.com2