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Delight Of Dawn

May 17th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

 I can see the orange haze on the horizon as the morning exhales a yawn, and seems to be ready to rise.  - Jeb Dickerson

I have been going to rehab for about 5 weeks now for a jacked-up knee. One more week and I should be fit as a fiddle or at least as fit as a person without a jacked-up knee. I have had to come to grips with the fact that I will never be able to wear 5 inch heel Manolo Blahnick’s ever again. Not that I ever did wear them but I had my dreams.

Hey, I have made due with a vast and glorious assortment of flip-flops for 45 years and I guess it will just have to stay that way.

Now, I have never slept for more than 4 hours a night since my mid-twenties. These days with all the healing that is going on I am in my beddy before any respectable 3 year old and up at dawn. I am actually always up at dawn but now I am dream spent and cranky from sleeping too much and up at dawn. There is a diff.

Here’s the thing.

As you may have heard already from my mentor the late great Bette Davis ; “Getting old is not for sissies.” And the alternative to aging may at times feel as though it would be welcome relief but seriously… nah.

Life is for the able and the lame alike. Sometimes you’re able. Sometimes you’re gimpin’ it. Gimpin’ it in every possible way. Physically, emotionally, financially, taking it slow one step at time while everyone else appears to be on high heat running a prosperity race. This bit of wisdom came to me this morning as I lay in my bed with my knees elevated holding up two bags of ice while I adjusted the ice pack I had stuffed into my jammies for my jacked-up back. (But that’s old news. My back is healed it just appreciates the ice.)

It’s a blessing to have perfect health and I am fixin’ to grab a bit of Grace soon. But I have learned a lot about myself while I have been limping along these last 2 months.

I am tougher. Stronger. More resilient. Crankier. Bitchier. And funnier than I have ever been in my previously un-jacked life.

I am more grateful now for all of the years I had of perfect health and worn out dancing shoes than I ever was when I actually had those things. Look, this too shall pass. It always does. This wisdom was hard won. I’m delighted I now own it. Dawn and all of your many delights. Hope to meet you again tomorrow. Grateful and blessed.

I am available for Readings if you need to talk with me. That’s something I can do with my shoes on or off!

*For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is!

 

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Mommy Syndrome

May 10th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones. – Kristin Hannah

This Sunday will be the 18th Mother’s Day I have not had my Mother Christina on earth to celebrate the day for. I don’t like it and I am never going to like it. It’s just not right. Not right at all.  And I don’t really give a damn about Divine Plans when it comes to this subject. I am irrational, unreasonable, and clearly grounded in my feeling feminine concerning this. Well, I am a girl after all and I can feel and feel and feel til the cows come home if I want to! Sorry, G that particular Divine Plan sucked. I expected better from You. I want my Mommy end of story.

I have a client who recently lost her Mom. This woman was her Mom’s caretaker for over 20 years and they had their up’s and down’s along the way. She asked me when she can expect the pain of this loss to go away. She asked; “Will I ever get over this? The pain is unbearable. I literally cannot move!”

I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

I like to keep my Readings on the positive side and help people see what they need to see so they can take a step or two forward. I I spend a great deal of my private time praying for the miracle they will need to take them the rest of the way. Hey… this Mommy business?

Losing your Mom?

Whether she lived to be in her 90′s or died before you were old enough to clearly remember her. The quote above says it all. “A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones. ” 

I suppose it is the same for men. In my life – every male I have known that had to bury his Mother never stops crying the tears of an orphaned child. You see them with those glazed over eyes holding back emotion whenever her name is mentioned. It always breaks my heart. I know for so many men the only woman they have ever been able to really talk to and be real with is their Mom. Guys don’t have it easy do they? Even now in the 21st Century they are expected to be strong and endure when they clearly would rather have a nervous breakdown. Poor things.

Not everyone is blessed enough to have a good relationship with their Mother. If you personally have been the recipient of a Mother who should never have had children because she is incapable of loving you or anyone else? I am sorry you have had to live with this on-going rejection. But the thing is… no matter how impossible your relationship with her has been. When she is no longer here on earth you will cry the same tears we people who have had a loving parent cry. That’s just the way it is. The bond is unbreakable no matter what some silly human does to try to wear it out. Some people are just too difficult to be around. Honor your Mother while she is still here anyway. Even if in order to honor her you must create boundaries so strong you can rarely be near her. Just do what you need to do because in your case you will always have to take care of yourself. Poor thing.

How did I answer my client’s question? The same way I always answer this question.

“No, the pain never really goes away. You just get to a point where you can actually move around with it without your knees buckling.” 

Happy Mother’s Day Mommies and children everywhere.

*For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is. 

Have a sweet one!

 

Categories : Fear, Life, Love, Uncategorized, Weight Release
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Reinvention Or Intervention?

May 3rd, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

  Become aware what is in you. Announce it, pronounce it,     produce it and give birth to it. – Meister Eckhart

 Reinvention tends to be a growth intended proposition. It doesn’t really matter if you are doing a once over on a career or a habit of being that no longer suits. Often an intervention is required to begin this process. No, you don’t need to gather all your loved ones together with tough-love letters in their hands meant for you. This intervention is something you can do all by your lonesome.

 Is there is something you must stop doing  in order to morph into the next new you? 

Smart cookie that you are – you already know in your heart what this is. You just need to let your head in on it and have at it. This is something that has kept you stuck and somewhat sad for years now hasn’t it? Yes, it has.

It’s hard to let go of old habits that used to work for you. They did what they were meant to do, right? Eased your pain. Distracted your restless monkey-mind. Kept you in your place so you didn’t fail utterly and completely. But they were weak choices and produced wimpy results. At some point this perfectly feckless habit became bigger than both of you. Today it is holding you back from being the butterfly you are meant to be.

Here’s the thing.

You have more than one gift to share in this wild and cray-cray life and it is time you let another one out of the bag. Don’t worry what people will say about this “allowing.” The naysayers are always the same people. Their biggest crime is that they lack imagination.  They need to poo-poo your attempts at new expression. It’s their job, Yo! Let ‘em do it. The pay is terrible and they don’t usually sleep that well either.

If you know for sure that there is something shining beneath the surface screaming to be heard within you… just do it! If you need a little inspiration to accomplish your metamorphic reinvention find it first then do it!

The world is in dire need of fabulous, talented, joyful, one-of-a-kind shining people.

Is it your turn to shine?

I believe it well may be.

Go for it!

*For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Bewitched Bothered And Betrayed

April 27th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

    Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish    it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and  wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. - Anaïs Nin

 Nothing is more bothering or bewitching than an act of betrayal. The act itself is so covert and just plain nasty isn’t it? I don’t care if it is a lover, friend, relative, or your very own body doing the betraying. It’s a hard one to swallow and take on the chin. We have all been betrayed at one time or other and have most likely done our fair share of dishing it out. I mean where is the love?

 I have wondered when I have been betrayed was the actual act of betrayal really meant for me? Or was I just in the right place with the wrong person to be there to take it on. We often go through these life altering upsets for the most trivial of reasons. It would feel so much better if it were a bigger deal and actually meant something wouldn’t it? I can assure you it rarely means much at all. 

File this stuff under “It’s Just The Breaks, Kid.” 

Once betrayed we tend to think differently about ourselves. About love. About our bodies. We feel smaller. More vulnerable. Foolish. And then there is the pain. The pain of being used and thrown away. To be left to our own devices to try to regroup while we are feeling so unloved.

To begin again from source.

he source where all love comes from and everything begins and ends.

To start over one more time when we would really like to just call it a night.

You know, if someone wants to hurt you and do you wrong? Whether it’s chronic physical pain of some kind or the heartbreak of the century – most of the time there was never going to be much you could have done to stop the music. Go easy on yourself and do not hold hostages. Like I said sometimes we are put through so much for the smallest of reasons. How we handle it determines whether we become a “bigger” person or we allow ourselves to be diminished. 

Don’t lose faith though no matter how much angst has awakened due to the betrayal you are currently experiencing.

Uphold and complete your Spiritual duties even though you may fail at them on a fairly regular basis.

Even when you want to say “I give up”… DON”T!

Don’t stop trying to do better and be better no matter what some sad moment in time may have to offer you. 

Do these things for YOU.  

Because it is one thing to be betrayed by another. Someone other. Something other. But it is a whole nother other to betray yourself. 

*For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle Of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

 

 

 

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The Color Of Hope

April 19th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

  Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.  - Grandma Moses

 Granny M knew her stuff. The rest of the quote alludes to the idea that memory looks backward while HOPE looks forward. Recently, the past has come to visit me in a most enlightening way. Old lovers and older friends have awakened memories of the wild and irrepressible girl I used to be. If I were to paint these memories I would have to say that Walt Disney had nothin’ on me! A brighter shade of scarlet there could never be. 

If memory serves me what I remember about that kid was that she was never an innocent. She was uncomfortable in her own skin. And hope? Hope was for other people. Prettier people. Richer people. Skinnier people! HAhaha… people who didn’t see behind the curtain so easily. My ancient history is a hot mercurial cadmium blur of survivor strife and artistic aspirations.

I was in my 30′s before I knew true innocence and had some acceptance of my physicality and psychic ways. I could finally breathe in the pink lipstick-stained air that surrounded me with some ease and a beginner’s sense of gratitude. Life was good but Hope was still a stranger. 

With the wisdom of my years, a thousand day gigs, at least four careers, and a couple of husbands later? Now in my third and final act I know what the word Hope means. I feel it and appreciate it for what it is.

You and I  gotta to grieve a lot of griege. Live through to thrive the opaque black of sorrow to get there.

But HOPE is at the end of the tunnel if you work it right.

I like to paint my Hope a smart, clean, marine-ish shade of blue. 

If Benjamin Moore had a color swatch and ad campaign for Hope it would be: Azure Sorbet…  soulful but sweet. The color of the future.

*For all those in The Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

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The Undeniable Power Of Love

April 12th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

 “What happens when people open their hearts?”… ”They get better.” – Haruki Murakami

Opening a closed heart will often require a major surgery. Before it comes to that try to do whatever you must do to send Love by praying The Big Prayers for those who have hurt or maligned your spirit whenever possible. And it is always possible.

Prayer opens your heart and sets you free!

Anyone reading this blog is automatically (if they wish it to be) in The Friday’s Child Circle Of Prayer. We do good work here! I have personally benefited from the prayers of The Circle and the Love sent to all of us daily through the power of prayer. It only requires that once a day or whenever you can to send your best thoughts and a prayer to the concerns of The Circle. Anonymous-unattached-to-an-outcome-prayer is easy to do and does so much. 

Prayer is currently being studied by scientists to measure its effectiveness. I don’t know about measuring Love… maybe, maybe. What I do know about is how it feels to pray for someone and to receive the Light in kind. You feel good! It all feels good! Hope springs forth and often that is enough to heal your concern. Heal a bad situation. Save a failing marriage. Correct a life threatening x-ray. Make you feel alive and able once more. Prayer turns on the Light so you can see your way home safely.

When we pray for others we are much less likely to be as judgmental as we could be about them. Our prayers have opened our hearts to be kinder and experience through our concern just how fragile we all are. It only takes a moment to be as depressed, as un-blessed, as un-fortunate, as un-healthy, as the people we are praying for appear to be. There but for the Grace…

There is only one way to work through a time of grief, sorrow, or confusion. You start praying in the morning and you don’t stop until you go to bed at night. I know you all have done this at one time or another. We all have. We are human and we share “dis-ease.” No matter what it is. We know what it means to hurt physically and spiritually. We know what it is lose our faith at Noon and gain it all back and more by suppertime. Life is unfair and relationships can prove punishing. Prayer connects us all to the one True Love there is.

These days I pray for whatever it is you ask me to pray for “For The Highest Good of All.” I also pray for knowledge, understanding, patience, the endurance to endure, perfect health, new clients, and of course to hit the Mega-Lotto. HAhahaha! Hey, no prayer is too small or too silly to be heard. The Love that hears your prayer isn’t laughing at you. The Love that hears your prayer is praying for you.

God, I LOVE that! Just LOVE that. Love it love it love it.

Keep well my readers. I love you and you remain in my prayers every single day I am alive and long afterward.

Thank you!!! Thank you for all you do. That you for your prayers. Thank you for the Love that lives in you and blesses my world 24/7.

♥ For all those in The Friday;’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one! 

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The High Cost Of Redemption

April 5th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

   As we learn to recognize our inner enemy and to develop greater acceptance rather than belligerence and rejection toward that part of us, it loses much, if not all of it’s ability to hurt us to block our way to progress, and to hinder our growth and development. -Hazeldon  Educational Materials 

  Making amends cannot happen until we accept the shadow within. Accepting the unacceptable will pay it all forward but how? That come to Jesus moment is not for the weak of heart. The moment when you not only meet your shadow but embrace that trouble making beast with a hug and kiss of welcome. That moment must happen or you will be in the same place at the same time next year.

We all have a dark side and that dark side naturally seeks the light. No sense in pretending it doesn’t exist. Denial will only breed self-contempt. Life will mirror this hatred.

As you keep choosing the same hard to reach people to love.

As you attract every scoundrel on earth to do business with.

As you never feel well enough to cope with the stress of daily living.

Ah, denial, so tempting ya know? So low in calories with absolutely no nutritional value but sweet. Very, very sweet.  

Until the bitterness flows.

Hey, it’s not easy to live with someone you don’t really love especially if that someone happens to be yourself. 

But here you are.

And you have a life to be lived. The object of which is to be on the right side of the court where all the grace and promise lies.

It takes great courage to tell another human being you are sorry for your trespasses, beg their forgiveness in an attempt to right a wrong. It requires at least an equal amount courage to forgive yourself. None of this can happen with your shadow side roaming freely in your soul unrecognized. That fear-filled dark menace is a part of you and it needs some air before it strangles the very life out of you. In order to get out of your own way you will have to hold it tight so it won’t trip you up.

Take the time needed to get to know yourself. All of yourself.

With knowledge comes understanding.

We cannot be afraid of what we know. Your fear will be replaced with faith. Courage is the end result.

If you need to ask someone’s forgiveness figure this stuff out first. You don’t want to have to ask more than once. We have all known people like this, right? They say they are sorry for “whatever” at least once a month. They never really own their poor behavior they are just sorry for it. Like it is some sort of accident prone second cousin they have no real contact with.

It’s boring!

So, get it right.

Honor your weakness and your strength. If you are human you have both. See your being for what it is. A work in progress. A work The Divine loves just as is… so you should love it as well.

Once you are fully conscious of who you really are make your amends and step forward.

*For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All.  And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

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The Answer Is?

March 29th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.  - Wallace Stevens

Perhaps it is because of the move I made a few weeks ago. Going through old photographs and washing up glassware and pretty clothes pulled from storage boxes. Looking at my lovely china and remembering who I was ( or who I thought I was ) when I purchased the Royal Albert pattern oh so many moons ago has me in a sentimental mood. I find myself remembering a particular era of my life with fondness. Even though I know I was riddled with questions about that life at the time – it looks sweet in hindsight because somehow I had the answers.

I was married then. Had a monthly Book Club group I called “The Westside Bookies.” We met at my house. I would bake some high cal confection for the evening and I always had the feeling that people mostly showed up for the cake and coffee rather than the book convo. Bourgeois and no complaints about the Mercedes parked in the driveway either.

My dearest friend Cara in Los Alamos and my darling girl Sunshine in Massachusetts and I (in separate conversations) have been discussing thattime in our lives this week. For some reason we all have been mind wandering back to the old days.  Not the really old days. Like hippie hair and bell bottoms old days – just 20 years ago old days.

We all got married around the same time and shared similarities in lifestyle back then. Then one by one we started receiving different answers to our questions and before you know it we were scattered across the country living lives that are a bit surprising to us sometimes. It was a good thing to talk to my friends. Now I know it isn’t only me who cherishes what was surely an easier time for all of us. Questions were asked and answers were given and here we are.

Every day we are alive the Universe insists that we ask a proper question. When we answer the question we grow. Grow up. Grow wise. Grow our hearts. Ultimately, how we answer these questions will determine who we become. The thing is we all answer different questions depending on where we are in our spiritual path. But I feel no matter where you find yourself on any given day these three questions will almost always tell the tale.

So ask yourself… 

1) How can I be of service?

2) What exactly am I offering to the world and the people I care for?

3)  Am I grateful enough to celebrate this day?

It’s great to have old friends who remember you when. Who remind you of who you were and where you have been. Who encourage you to let go of or grab on to a part of yourself you consciously do not remember. Friends who tell you they feel. Have similar concerns and are looking for answers as well. Friends who have found a way to become because they aren’t afraid of answering questions.

Friends who never fail to be helpful.

Giving.

Grateful for your friendship. 

It’s good to look back especially when you know it will help you to move forward. You had the answers then and you will have them again.

Keep asking the good questions. The answers are on their way.

♥ For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

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Un Bel Di Vedremo

March 22nd, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

“The one who waits the fine day will get the fine day. – Irish Proverb

One fine day, we will see

Arising a strand of smoke 

Over the far horizon on the sea

And then the ship appears

And then the ship is white

It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.

Do you see it? – Madame Butterfly (Cho-Cho-San)

I can so relate to Cho-Cho-san. I mean the girl is the the original optimist. She only kills herself at the end of the third act to make certain of a better life for the son she named Trouble. Given her particular operatic situation she may have done the right thing. The half-white son of a geisha would not have fared well at all in 19th Century Japan. What are third acts for anyway?

We have all had the experience of waiting on a promise and praying that the promise sees fruition. We want what we want and that’s not a bad thing it just isn’t always a wise thing. We can probably count on one hand the times when we wanted something that actually turned out to be the best thing for us.

Do you stop praying? Wishing? Dreaming? Hoping?

Absolutely not.

Keep your faith alive. Keep your promises to yourself and others. Wait for one fine day when destiny brings your ship to port after so much hard work and consternation. Don’t give up! Ever.

Just leave enough space for grace and the possibility that what you say you want isn’t really what you should have.

♥ For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

 

 

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What’s That Smell?

March 16th, 2013 by alexandrabrooks

 

 I guess we are simply not meant to understand some things. Bono of U2, who is a Christian, says that his favorite song is “Amazing Grace” and his second favorite is “Help Me Make It Through The Night,” and most of the time, I have to let it go at that. – Anne Lammott

I have always been super sensitive and far too aware of smells. My favorite places to be in the world olfactory-wise is Crabtree & Evelyn or on the escalator at Neiman’s. Crabtree & E for the obvious but Neiman’s because it just smells rich. If there is indeed such a smell – and yes, indeed there is. Although I do not understand this phenom I know it is truly true.

Be that as it may I do not care to breathe in air that is thick with mildew, anger, ignorance, or despair. I do not care for the smell of the great unloved – be it house or human.

Do I enjoy having this Inspector Clouseau of a nose? I do not.  It makes me judgmental and cranky when something smells “off.” Honey, O-F-F doesn’t even begin to cover it. Especially when it comes to Trouble with-a-capital-T-I-told-you-so variety of trouble. Now, that stuff is just nasty.

After about three rounds with T don’t you wish you would have heeded your warning ”nose?” Catching a whiff of the drift of a good deal, a sweet thing, or a new cool person is always kind of heady and cookie dough sweet isn’t it? Why is it that you don’t trust what you know you know when the opposite of these invitations arrive?

I feel it is because we don’t want to trust our sense of smell when it comes to bad news. We aren’t stupid we are just wired to be believers. We want to be wrong about our first hit with the top note of bad choice stinking up the entire room. We want to be wrong because, well heck, we don’t like to think of ourselves as judgmental and cranky. You should think we would know ourselves better by now? We aren’t cranky. Much like the Paul Simon tune we are still crazy and uncertain after all these years. 

Self- revelation is a long and winding road. Insight tends to follow rather then precede action. There, deep within the rife scent of a bad situation is the truth. It is only human to prefer to ignore the signs and smells of impending pain and agita. But why watch the same movie over and over again when you already know the ending sucks?

When the nose knows? I’d say it is better to head downwind. You don’t have to understand why and you never have to explain. Just do it. Trust yourself. And let it go at that.

*For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer and for all those in need. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All. And so it is.

Have a sweet one!

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