Well here we are beginning another New Year. I love a new day, a new month, and especially a new year!! We all start thinking about what we do to: improve our health, make new goals, change our careers, etc. Many years ago a patient told me that we need to always bring Love to every table. I started thinking about this last week.
At the breakfast table, let us bring Love to each one sitting there, blessing the cook, giving grace for our food, noticing each soul sitting there!
At the conference room table, let us consider each one arriving for the meeting, praying for peace and Love and understanding, allowing compassion and sensibility to reign!
At the exam table in the doctor's office, let those of us in the medical field consider the possibility of fear and spend time consoling, educating, and listening with Love.
At the coffee table let us sit with family/friends/neighbors sharing a warm peppermint tea, and laughter or abundant Love as one might share a need, a prayer request, a broken heart.
Bringing Love, Compassion, and Gratitude to every table we offer one another a new Hope that in this New Year we can usher down the Love of Christ, or as some say Christ Consciousness, that embraces everyone who enters our sphere of daily living. We give in person or we send out in prayers the Energy that scientists now tell us truly works, makes a difference! Our thoughts, our words, our actions have this Energy that lasts forever, we are told!
Bless each of you as you receive Love and give Love in 2014 and all your New Years!!
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Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Thursday, December 26, 2013
THE PICKET FENCE
It was a lovely Christmas celebration on Christmas Eve with family. We ate and we laughed and enjoyed just being together. Christmas Day we were invited to a dear friend's home for some of his sumptuous cooking with a delicious homemade veggie pot pie and potato casserole that had water chestnuts on top covered in a creamy sauce, just to mention a few of the dishes!
We had the pleasure of meeting one of the guests for the first time. Oh my! She is beautiful, charming, and a wonderful story teller! She captured my attention right off the bat! After we had settled down at the feast of a meal in the dining room which was decorated with such style and detail, she told us a little about herself.
She said that all of the homes that she has owned in her adult life had picket fences. If she bought one and it didn't have one, she had one built. "Let me explain." She continued.
"As a child my sister and I would ride in the back seat of the family car for over eight hours every Christmas, and other visits as well, to go see our Grandmother. Our Father would get us up early and take us to get donuts, then get us situated in the car and head to Texas.
My Grandmother's farm had a long winding gravel road entry bordered by huge mature trees on either side. As Grandmother anticipated our arrival, she would listen for the noise of our car making its way to the house, hearing the popping and crunching of the gravel!
She would welcome us with big love, hugs and kisses. It was such a sweet time visiting her. Her home had a picket fence that had a small vegetable garden in it and a rose arbor. We would spend time in the summer helping her pick the veggies and often sit under one of the garden's large mimosa trees while we snapped beans. There are so many loving memories that were created right there in that space, within the confines of the picket fence.
It took me years to figure out why each of the homes in my adult years with my picket fences didn't seem to measure up, didn't make me as happy as it did as a child. But with time I began to realize that it really wasn't the picket fence that filled me with joy. It was the unconditional love of my Grandmother and all the fun and happy memories that were stored in my young heart."
I sat there like I was hypnotized as she filled my head with images and wanting to have had the honor of knowing her Grandmother!!
These are the gifts that matter most all of our lives. It's not about how much money we can spend on our children, how big and shiny our toys are as adults, but instead it's the time well spent together: playing games that make us laugh till our sides ache, pulling out the box of old photos stored under aunt Lucille's bed, having a family reunion and recording the elders' stories of long ago, to truly 'hear' one another, 'see' one another.
It is my prayer for each of you as the New Year begins that you will make very special memories with your loved ones and dear friends that they will carry with them all their days and into eternity. For truly, as I've said before, what we take with us when we 'transition 'is the Love that is woven into the DNA of our souls, the love we gave to another and the love we received.
Blessings! Happy New Year!
Becki
We had the pleasure of meeting one of the guests for the first time. Oh my! She is beautiful, charming, and a wonderful story teller! She captured my attention right off the bat! After we had settled down at the feast of a meal in the dining room which was decorated with such style and detail, she told us a little about herself.
She said that all of the homes that she has owned in her adult life had picket fences. If she bought one and it didn't have one, she had one built. "Let me explain." She continued.
"As a child my sister and I would ride in the back seat of the family car for over eight hours every Christmas, and other visits as well, to go see our Grandmother. Our Father would get us up early and take us to get donuts, then get us situated in the car and head to Texas.
My Grandmother's farm had a long winding gravel road entry bordered by huge mature trees on either side. As Grandmother anticipated our arrival, she would listen for the noise of our car making its way to the house, hearing the popping and crunching of the gravel!
She would welcome us with big love, hugs and kisses. It was such a sweet time visiting her. Her home had a picket fence that had a small vegetable garden in it and a rose arbor. We would spend time in the summer helping her pick the veggies and often sit under one of the garden's large mimosa trees while we snapped beans. There are so many loving memories that were created right there in that space, within the confines of the picket fence.
It took me years to figure out why each of the homes in my adult years with my picket fences didn't seem to measure up, didn't make me as happy as it did as a child. But with time I began to realize that it really wasn't the picket fence that filled me with joy. It was the unconditional love of my Grandmother and all the fun and happy memories that were stored in my young heart."
I sat there like I was hypnotized as she filled my head with images and wanting to have had the honor of knowing her Grandmother!!
These are the gifts that matter most all of our lives. It's not about how much money we can spend on our children, how big and shiny our toys are as adults, but instead it's the time well spent together: playing games that make us laugh till our sides ache, pulling out the box of old photos stored under aunt Lucille's bed, having a family reunion and recording the elders' stories of long ago, to truly 'hear' one another, 'see' one another.
It is my prayer for each of you as the New Year begins that you will make very special memories with your loved ones and dear friends that they will carry with them all their days and into eternity. For truly, as I've said before, what we take with us when we 'transition 'is the Love that is woven into the DNA of our souls, the love we gave to another and the love we received.
Blessings! Happy New Year!
Becki
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