Remembrance

Memorial: anything meant to help people remember

In the US we celebrate Memorial Day, set aside for the dead from all of our wars, with remembrance and barbeques. I will enjoy both and envision a world at peace.

On Memorial Day my grandmother cut all the flowers in our yard. She filled the back of the car with them and the scent of peonies and lilacs. We’d drive out of town, down the country road, past the country club and into the Rockville Cemetery.

We left bouquets on the graves of generations of Bouics, Peters, Vinsons and Evans’s while she told me things about them I’ve long forgotten.

Headstones for my father, aunts, uncles, cousins and some of my mothers ashes mark their lives and their passing there now too.

I remember my grandmother’s love. How hard her life was. How she worked to make things better for everyone she knew. I honor her and thank her for raising me, though I did not then.

My father was a gentle man and a violent alcoholic. He lived most of his life alone, especially after he finally stayed sober for a few years before he died. I hardly knew him.

In the only real conversation we had as adults I learned he had been a Dachau Liberator in WWII. He told me about prisoners killing guards and his fellow GI’s laughing and cheering. He understood the prisoners, he said, but not his buddies. I remember and honor him and his service. I’m thankful for that story. It helped me to understand him and something about myself.

I remember the smell of peonies and lilacs, a reminder to be happy and to thank the people whose contributions fill my life with love—while they are still alive.

Thank you for being someone I can share these thoughts with.

Love,
Mandy

A voice woke me up in the middle of the night. A dream? A memory? The universe?

It said “Catch a Buzz, how may I help you? I’m sorry, Linda is all booked up this week. Would you like me to look for something next week?”

Then it came to me. I had heard those words before.

First, for this to make any sense at all, here’s a glimpse into the Breakout Weekend. We do a lot of journaling, beginning with what we want to break out from and what we want to break out to. That way each person uses the weekend to work on their unique issues. It is good info to have about yourself. I encourage you to make your own list and see what happens.

At the last Breakout Weekend we got pretty exuberant playing What If Up. It goes like this. Tell a group something you want or a problem you have. The group shares wonderful “what if’s” instead of the usual stuff to worry about.

One of the things on Robert Edelburg’s Breakout List was a center for healing and teaching. He is a gifted chiropractor and healer. They call him Dr. Buzz from an appropriate childhood nickname.

Linda Hyman draws on a lifetime study of personal and spiritual growth. She had just finished training as a Marriage and Family Therapist. Her list included a successful new therapy practice, recession or not.

We had what iff-ed a thriving center for Dr. Buzz, called, “Catch-a-Buzz” (I said we were feeling exuberant).

Then we focused on Linda’s dream. Dr.Buzz held his hand to his head making the thumb and pinkie telephone symbol. He said, “Catch-a-Buzz, how may I help you? I’m sorry, Linda is all booked up this week. Would you like me to look for something next week?”

Last weekend Linda and I went to a movie. She was almost late. Her practice is so full she had fallen asleep after squeezing 3 more patients into her exhausting schedule on Saturday morning.

Dr. Buzz opens The Palm Springs Healing Center next month.

My list included a good movie buddy and a new place to teach, the Palm Springs Healing Center!

So what was that voice in the night for? Though it took work, it all evolved so naturally, without frustration, pain or struggle. Not one of us had noticed the breakout.

It’s good to know what you want. Even better to get support for your goal. It’s also important to notice when a dream comes true.

Miracles are waiting!

Love,
Mandy

The next BREAKOUT Weekend
http://tinyurl.com/c8ex8f

Linda Hyman, M.A., LMFT
http://www.lindatherapypro.com/

Dr. Robert Edelburg, DC
Palm Springs Healing Center 760-416-2456

Persevere or Give Up?

That goose sure taught me a lesson about persistence.

We have a little lake here in the desert. Lots of geese spend the winter every year. One flies in with his mate for the summer. They arrive each year just after all the other geese leave for cooler climates.

They build a nest, lay some eggs and wait. As temperatures soar the eggs bake and rot. She sits and he patrols the area attacking the gardeners and baby ducks.

We all wonder why don’t they just give up. I even wrote a blog about it, “Stop Struggling Like a Crazy Goose.” Boy was I wrong. I love being wrong. It always means I learned something new.

Spring moved in this year cool, slow and sweet.

Guess what happened? See below!

So how do you know when to give up and when to keep trying?
Here's a plan.
Never give up unless you want to.
Hold on and persevere as long as you like.
Eventually one of 4 things will happen:
Your dream will come true
You’ll lose interest
You will want something else even more
You’ll run out of time

The extra good news is that you never have to struggle like a crazy goose.
Instead:
Put your order in to the universe.
Enjoy the dream.
Embrace the goal.
Look for opportunities.
Take action when you spot a good opportunity.
Be happy in the meantime.
Make sure you stay open to discover more wonderful possibilities than you ever dreamed of.

Who knows what you might hatch!

To your happiness and success!

Love, Mandy










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To see the new YouTube video
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Who Nurtured You?

Happy Mother's Day!

Who nurtured you?
Share messages and acknowlegements for Mother's Day here!

Deserving Is a Bogus Issue -- The Video

This one sure ruffled some feathers. What do you think?
Here's the link for the YouTube video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wyA5NIHHMY

Accept Miracles!

Love,
Mandy