Sunday, August 29, 2010

Are you a Do Bee or a Don't Bee

5 simple words to live by...
You Get What You Give

So simple yet so sparsely followed. Usually, it is practiced in reverse... we give what we get. We seem to be a reactive society rather than a proactive one. I see too many examples of this every year around late August at my workplace. The company I work for is the Kickoff company for the United Way Campaign. What I sadly hear is, "why should I give, what have they ever done for me?" . This is just such a waste of energy to think in those terms. How about saying, "wow, I am so thankful that I have never been in a position of devastation so what can I do to help those that have been or are experiencing a hardship."

How about the friend that wins a new car, TV or $$? Are we genuinely happy for them or do we expend negative energy coming up with reasons why he/she didn't deserve such a win and why you should have won it?

The energizes that swirl around us hold so much power. It is up to us how those powers are used. We can use them for good or evil. Evil rarely hurts the "intended victim". It most always comes back to bite you right in the preverbal ass.
As corny as it may sound, what goes around really does come around.
So next time you begin to suck negativity out of the energy that surrounds you... ask yourself.. are you a Do Bee or a Don't Bee?

Saturday, March 13, 2010

LIVING YOUR DREAM



What is your dream life? Is it having the most toys, the biggest house,  being a size 2 or having  the best of everything?

I am one of the fortunate ones that I am finally living my dream life. Yes, I am a size 2, it may be a 2 plus, but it's a 2! I have a husband that adores me and I him.  It is that last sentence that is my dream life. You see, I get to enjoy each and every day knowing that my husband is here, by my side and has my back. What a great feeling that is. He loves me for who I am, inside and out. We enjoy each others company in every respect. How rich I am.  How blessed I am. How thankful I am.
So am I living my dream life?  You Bectcha!

How are you living your Dream Life?  I would love to hear what turns your crank.
(btw.. there is no right or wrong answers or dreams... to each their own)

Saturday, August 29, 2009

10 Questions I Ponder


Why do people ask questions when they really do not want the truth?
Why in body piercing jewelry does the gauge# get larger as the actual size gets smaller?
Why can't I have my cake and eat it too?
What is it about toasted Ravioli and Green Bean Casserole that gets Mid Westerners all excited?
What is the purpose of fingernails and toenails?
Why must it be so smelly to grow mushrooms?
Why is Velveeta allowed to be passed off as cheese? The same question applies for them individually wrapped slices of wax known as Kraft Singles?
Speaking of cheeses, who in the hell buys Limburger cheese anymore?
Why do so many parents hate Barney?
What is my obsession with Judge shows and Reality TV all about?




Tuesday, August 25, 2009

An Ancestor Reading

I would like to share with you a reading I had by Kathy Crabbe, aka SoulReader. This was an extremely emotional reading that I want to share.. no, I have to Share.

( the artwork displayed is also by Kathy Crabbe. Please visit her website @ www.soulreaderblog.blogspot.com to see some more amazing and beautiful artwork, please meet this lovely soul.)



An Ancestor Reading for RuthAnn Dickinson

*This reading was done for RuthAnn in late August, 2009) You can read my comments at the end of this post. They are inside the brackets []*


This reading is in response to your wish for a connection with Jeffrey, Geraldine or Bill.


I believe that it is Jeffrey that I am connecting with at this time.

- Jeffrey makes me smile – he has a wide face, very open to everything and smiling.

- He really wants to play!

- I see him with straight, short hair that was blonde when he was young and then it darkened to beigey-light brown when he got older.

- He appears to be a bit pudgey (overweight), but comfortably so.

- I’m also getting an image of you wearing tall black boots and he’s picking you up off the ground.

- Someone named ‘Jimmy’ is around too.

- He shows me the backyard (grassy) where he used to play. I also see trees changing color (Pennsylvania?)

- Was he your older brother?

- I am getting the number ‘51’ in relation to his death.

- He did like sports, but was good at other things as well – such as accounting.

- He was a warm man and liked to flirt too, but that got him in trouble!

- His wife appears quite plain (Ann?) with straight blonde hair. She appears practical and simple and he says, “She was a good mother to our kids… (I see three) …whereas I didn’t always do what was good for me!”

For you RuthAnn, he says, “I always admired you. You knew what your were doing.”

- I’m also seeing that he may have sensed his own death ahead of time.

- In regards to how he died, I get a sense of pinching (of veins, arteries?) and shrinking, a caving in on himself.

- He comes really close (to me) to say that he “always loved you.”

- I’m also seeing some sort of blue-grey ring with a flower petal like silver lacing around it. Then he says, “Remember me dear heart” and he clutches your hand and the ring.

- I say good bye to him and I see him leaving with a small fluffy white ball of a dog and he waves goodbye (he may be riding a bike also).


RuthAnn's Comments are in brackets [ ] below:

[This has been the most emotional reading yet… a release of tears that I so dispiritedly needed. I yearn for more time with him. I need to find a way to contact him myself. I have been trying to do so for 32 years. I still trust him alone to guide me… for he knew what he was doing.. only he didn’t know that.

I can not thank you enough for this reading… emotions that I have buried far too long are being released... although it is sad, it is also cleansing. Thank you.]

I believe that it is Jeffrey that I am connecting with at this time. I am so happy it was Jeffrey that you connected with.

- Jeffrey makes me smile – he has a wide face, very open to everything and smiling. [Jeffrey was always smiling and made all that were around him smile]

- I see him with straight, short hair that was blonde when he was young and then it darkened to beigey-light brown when he got older. [His hair was almost white when he was a toddler , and turned a dark brown as he grew up]

- He appears to be a bit pudgey (overweight), but comfortably so. [Jeff was only 5’5” and we like to say “sturdy” or “stocky.”]

- I’m also getting an image of you wearing tall black boots and he’s picking you up off the ground. [I use to jump into his fishing waders and get stuck.. so he’d have to lift me out.]

- He shows me the backyard (grassy) where he used to play. I also see trees changing color (Pennsylvania?) [We grew up in eastern PA… he and I would play in the backyard which blended into a large grassy field.]

- Was he your older brother? [Yes, 4 years older than me and my hero.. he always looked out for me.]

- I am getting the number ‘51’ in relation to his death. [hmmm the only thing that comes to mind is that I will be 51 in 2 months]

- He did like sports, but was good at other things as well – such as accounting. [He played football and fished. He also liked using an abacus]

- He was a warm man and liked to flirt too, but that got him in trouble![Boy, did it ever get him in to trouble... that makes me smile… his flirting was in such a giving manner.]

- His wife appears quite plain (Ann?) with straight blonde hair. She appears practical and simple and he says, “She was a good mother to our kids… (I see three) …whereas I didn’t always do what was good for me!” [His wife’s name was Susan and she has blonde hair and looks like Joanne Woodward. They did not have children, but I have 3.]

For you RuthAnn, he says, “I always admired you. You knew what your were doing.” [Jeffrey was the only one of my family that believed in me and supported me unconditionally.]

- I’m also seeing that he may have sensed his own death ahead of time… [Yes, for he committed suicide.]

- In regards to how he died, I get a sense of pinching (of veins, arteries?) and shrinking, a caving in on himself.[ *tears* for his internal suffering in life and in death. It is good to know he is the happy-go-lucky Jeffrey in his eternal life.]

- He comes really close (to me) to say that he “always loved you.” [I never doubted his love.. not even now.]

- I’m also seeing some sort of blue-grey ring with a flower petal like silver lacing around it. Then he says, “Remember me dear heart” and he clutches your hand and the ring. [I shall be on the look out for that ring, a day does not go my without him in my heart… always... always with me.]

- I say good bye to him and I see him leaving with a small fluffy white ball of a dog and he waves goodbye (he may be riding a bike also).
[I so wish he would come visit me.. I miss him terribly.. I do need him]


In Memory of Jeffrey Alan Roland - you are very loved.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

It's Saturday Night and The Dickinsons Are Getting Cleaned Up

The other day my husband Frank wrote a blog entitled “Cleaning House – Sacred Sage Smudging Ceremony”. He wrote that blog after I returned home from our Herbalists shop with a couple ounces of sage sprigs to cleanse our home from the bad juju that has accumulated in the past 5 years we have been living in it. It was and is time to have a ceremonial sage cleansing.





For the past few years, Frank and I have been working on our spirituality, our impact on the environment, our relationship with those we love or yet to meet to love as well as many other aspects of our lives. The inventory was taken and now it is time to rebuild, restructure and firm up our foundation.

Friday when I returned home from my workday, I found my home was being maneuvered around, room by room, swapping and switching everything up. Rugs were meticulously steamed cleaned by Frank, while our daughter and our Chad were moving the furniture about. Only 1 room remained as it was—our bedroom *s*. Heather and Chad’s room became our office, our office became their bedroom (it was originally a living room), and the dinning room became our grandson, Keygan’s playroom. The kitchen which also doubled as Heather’s mini office was turned into the dinning area. And the little vestibule between the front door and kitchen became Keygan’s sleep area.
As you can tell, our family takes up every available nook and cranny within a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom house. We wanted to make sure everyone has their space and not merely crammed in a hap hazard manner. In these trying economic times, families need to come together and help wherever they can, however they can. For us, it was combining households to help make ends meet, for all of us.

Okay, there you have the background information for the crux of this blog.


It is now Saturday evening, 10:41 and the rooms are all put together, rugs almost sparkling they are so clean, heads are sleeping peacefully on their respective pillow.Such busy lil bees they were!







We had a huge Ah Ha moment when we went into the basement to get our Tarot Cards. There was no way to wade through, move boxes stacked on other boxes and squeeze between the cracks to even get close to them. We looked at each other and said “shame on us”.

Tomorrow Chad is our Grill Master/smoker. Whilst he is tending the savory meat, the rest of us are dragging everything out of the basement, scrubbing it clean and recycling what we don’t use to those that need it, toss what is broken and unable to fix and then organize properly. We felt that we were in an episode of Clean Houseand at any moment
Niecy Nash was going to appear and say “OOoooooo Such foolishness and mayhem!” She would be absolutely correct.

For how can we strengthen our foundation when the core is in complete shambles? Bottom Up is the motto of Sunday, August 23. By the time the smoke master is ready to call us for vitals, it really will be bottoms up in celebration of cleaning our core giving us the ability to have our Cleaning House – Sacred Sage Smudging Ceremony proudly from the bottom up. Out with the bad juju and in with the good mojo.

Bottoms Up!!