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A Spirit Guide Message,204,203,200_.jpg

For a long time now I’ve been wanting to connect with my angels and spirit guides.  I see angel numbers almost daily, and I use angel cards at least weekly, but I’d often like to connect more intimately.  The post is inspired by a Facebook post I saw back in December.  A friend had posted a picture of a pile of books she had read, and the top one caught my eye: Let Your Spirit Guides Speak.

In this book Debra Landwehr Engle helps you develop a relationship with your guides, and part of what she shares comes from her writing guide “Ella.”  The very first question she asked was: “Ella, what is spiritual guidance?”  The response was so powerful I knew I’d want to frequently revisit it, and I share part of it here with you:

As you know from your own experience, we can tell you whether to turn right or left, where to go next, what to do on your to do list, who to talk to, and what to say.  We are intimately involved with those serendipitous events that you attribute to the universe, and the God moments in which there’s a flash of knowledge or peace that passeth understanding.  What we want to get across is that truly we are here with you always, and while you may not always feel our presence directly, that doesn’t mean we aren’t here.

If the communication is blocked, it’s never because we have blocked it.  It is always fear that stands in the way, and it is healing the fear that opens the lines of communication.  As your friend once said, “Now we can really get things done!”

We are eager to work with you as direct partners, and we honor you.  You are not lesser than us.  You are not lower beings.  You are, in fact, courageous souls who are navigating the Earth plane and all the human emotions of fear that can make your experience seem so fretful and challenging and sad.  We honor all these experiences and the growth they can bring.  And at the same time, we are here to help you have more joy and abundance in you life, more ease, because your life experience does not require struggle or pain.

The more you work with us, the easier your life may become.  Not because you won’t still have challenges, but because together we can help you see them in new ways and heal from them faster.  We can instill in you a sense of purpose that makes it exciting to wake up in the morning.  We can pave the way for our days to be easier and more abundant and filled with joy by helping you make decisions that can life you up and traverse obstacles.  We can help you experience your human life as an adventure . . . a chance to explore other worlds, other cultures, without judgement or expectations that can make you miserable or feel cheated.

This is what we are here for with every one of you.

Much love, many blessings. ❤

A Book Look: Ruby the Copycat & Penny and Her Marble

Image courtesy of AKARAKINGDOMS /

Image courtesy of AKARAKINGDOMS /

Why should an adult read a children’s book?

Well, first of all it’s FUN.  They can bring back childhood memories.  And lately I’m realizing that there are some great lessons in there for us, too.

Take Ruby the Copycat, for instance.  I chose this book for one of my tutoring students because it was recommended for practicing the ISAT Reading Extended Response, with a focus on theme.  The book is about a new girl, Ruby, who wants to fit in.  She immediately starts copying things that her new friend has and does.  It takes a broken friendship and a nudge from her teacher for Ruby to finally appreciate her own talents and start being herself.

This sounds like your typical children’s lesson, but then I thought: “Hey!  This applies to me, too!”   My intuitive health analysis said that I desire to align my vibration with others — expecting others to bring me up — when I actually need to hold my own vibration strong enough to lift others.  So, I am Ruby.  We both have come to recognize our own gifts and are learning to be ourselves.

Penny and her Marble comes from my tutoring student, and she summarized it as follows: Penny finds a marble outside her neighbor’s house and keeps it.  As time passes she begins to dwell on it, worrying that her neighbor is upset that it’s missing.  Her worries cause her to lose her appetite and have nightmares, so Penny finally brings it back to her neighbor, only to discover that her neighbor had left the marble there on purpose, hoping somebody would find it and enjoy it.

For my tutoring student the lesson was “Don’t take things that don’t belong to you.”  But it’s about more than that.  This is a story about the importance of communication.  How often do we dwell, worrying about something we did or said to another person, only to find out later that they hadn’t given it a second thought?  (Way guilty here!)  If Penny had confronted her neighbor immediately, she would have saved herself an upset stomach and a sleepless night.  How many of us have experienced the same?

So, don’t be afraid to pick up a children’s book.  They’re for grownups, too!

Have you reread a childhood favorite recently?  See if it applies to you today!  (And please share. :-))

What I Like About You. . .

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Image courtesy of Stuart Miles /

A few weeks ago I met with my metaphysics teacher to talk about manifesting and occupations.  At some point near the end of my conversation, she suggested that maybe I actually love my job. Well, I do not love my job — well, occasionally I do, but it is not something that I see myself doing for the rest of my life.  I’m looking for a world-changing job.  I mean, every day I want to wake up, looking forward to my work, knowing that I am making a difference in the lives of others.  I know I can do this in some way — and I do — but I would like this to be the main purpose of my job, not a side gig.

Regardless, there are many aspects of my job that I do love, and my teacher suggested that I focus on those as I’m thinking about the next step.  The Law of Attraction says that we draw to ourselves what we put our focus on.  So, I’d like to focus on the good stuff!

What I love about my job:

1. The people.  The people I work with are awesome.  They are friendly, I love them, and I have gotten fairly attached to some of them.  (One came back today after a week-long unexplained break, and I was pretty excited to see him!)   Also, my work place is pretty huge, so I’m still getting to know new people, even after working there 5 months.

2. I’m active.  I do not, not, not want to sit behind a desk (at least, not all day).  When I was a teacher I just used the desk for my books and plans!  I am on my feet for most of the day.  I stand, I walk, I push carts, I lift books, I lift boxes, I toss books, I move boxes, etc. etc.  (And I’ve recently noticed that I’ve developed some nice abs — Bonus!)    I am an active person who likes to be on the move.  So, that works out great.

3. I’m mostly left alone.  I am a responsible person with competence  and integrity, and anyone who doesn’t believe that doesn’t know me.   (So, let’s get with the program!)  I like to be directed, but after that I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder every 5 minutes to see if you’re watching me.  For some reason at this job, I still worry about this.  But I realized I don’t need to.  As I said,  people are awesome.

4. When I leave work, I leave work. That was one of the things that I hated about teaching.  Tutoring has been a little better.  When I was a teacher, I was a TEACHER.  And then I sort of had a life with whatever little leftover time I could pull out of my you-know-what.  In this job my work is done as soon as I clock out.  When I come home I work on things that I want to work on.  (Am I still too busy?  Absolutely, but let’s stay focused here!)

5. The schedule. I would like to work less hours, but as far as an 8.5 hour-a-day job, it’s pretty good.  I leave late enough to avoid most of the rush hour traffic and also have time to get some of my metaphysics exercises done before I leave.  I get home a little late, but I still have my evenings for my classes, blogging, more exercises, reading, dinner, etc.

6. I work on one task at a time.  Occasionally I will have to drop what I’m doing to work on something else for a bit, but generally my work is the same from day-to-day, and I decide the order of when I do things and I work on one thing at a time.  I do not like to multi-task, which is another thing that drove me crazy about teaching.

7. Flexibility.  I haven’t had any problems getting days I needed off, and if I’ve finished my work early, I haven’t had a problem with leaving early.   (Also, no sub plans!)

8. Snacking and Bathrooming. I can snack as I work.  I can go to the bathroom whenever I want.  This may sound ridiculous, but if you’ve ever been a teacher, you know how wonderful this is.  (Bonus: I’m actually eating during lunch time!)

9. Decent commute. It takes me about 25 minutes to get to work if I take the highway.  30-35 if I take the alternate route.  On the way back I run straight into a bottleneck, but it’s still about a 30-minute drive.  And it’s a pretty straight shot.

10. I work with books. Unfortunately, half of what I do is recycle books because there is something wrong with them.  BUT ON THE POSITIVE SIDE*, I still get to touch lots and lots of books.  And I do love books.  So much.  Just ask Brian. Or our basement and guest room. . . .

11. I get to use a computer. At some point I realized I actually do spend a lot of my day on a computer (standing!), and I was not thrilled about this.  However, I do get to use my mad-fast typing ability once in a while, and I have enough physical movement between carts that I don’t feel like I’m staring at a screen 24/7.

Well, that’s about it for now.  Have at that, universe!

*I learned the beauty of COMPLETELY CAPITALIZING WORDS in the middle of a sentence from one of my wonderful tutoring students.  Not appropriate for final drafts, but perfect for “cute copies”! 🙂

Bookly Advice

"Magnifying Glass" courtesy of winnond/

“Magnifying Glass” courtesy of winnond/

I originally titled this post “If Books Could Talk”, but then I got to thinking: “What if books could talk?  What would that be like?”  So, I saved it for later.

Purpose: To impart wisdom through stories and advice.

Hypothesis: If I accept that I create my own destiny and choose my own perspective, then I will choose faith and happiness and live in peace for the rest of my days.

Materials: Old Man Attitude; Fannie Flagg’s Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven; Ralph L. Wahlstrom’s The Tao of Writing; Serge Kahili King’s Urban Shaman

Procedure: 1. Be exposed to excellent literature through my grandpa, my library book club, and recommendations from Writer’s Digest and my life purpose coach.  2. Read pivotal parts of said literature all at the exact same time, which happens to be your period of doubt and despair.  3. Take the hint that the universe is trying to work with you.  4. Follow its advice.

Results: The first two texts (short anecdote and novel) eerily echoed the exact same message: life is what you make of it, so choose to be happy.  I noted this and was heartened.  The third text mirrored what I’d been finding in my own writing practice — a need to find my special writing place (the kitchen table), free of clutter and open to the rest of the house — which happens to be the same area the author had chosen for himself.  He also talked about the importance of using enjoyable supplies, which I’ve been thinking about.   Everything in the 4th text resonates with me.  Eventually I will devote an entire post to it.  Most recently King wrote on the futility of criticism, resulting in me exclaiming — “You mean, my struggle with constructive criticism is normal and in vane?”

Conclusion: I have decided today that I choose faith.  I relinquish control and needing to know what will happen tomorrow.  I do the best I can today and trust that the future will take care of itself, and the universe will take care of me.

Can’t . . . Let. . . Go . . . . . .

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  “Business Team Carrying Books”” courtesy of ddpavumba/

Ok, seriously.  I have a hang-up sometimes when it comes to giving things away.  Why do I have these issues? Things that I have forgotten even existed suddenly become very important to me when it’s time to give stuff away.

The worst is my teaching books.  I have books upon books of teaching books of everything from reading inventories to math games to science experiments to differentiated instruction to gifted education to Project Wet to classroom management to you name it, and I cannot give them up.  And worse . . . I don’t read them.

So, I finally convinced myself to move most of them to the basement.  (That was an important Step 1.)  I appeased myself, telling myself that I wasn’t really giving them away — they were still there. . .  in the basement, in case I got the unlikely, unlikely urge to ever look at any of them.  Step one completed:  out of the office, into the basement.  Then, I got the idea to give those books to the tutoring center where I work.  They are so generous with sharing all of their materials, and they seem to actually read their books!    So, I knew the books would get a good home.  Step 2: Pack up the car; move the books out.  But. . .  that step was much harder.  I sifted through them 3 times before finally parting with those books, and I still have books left in the basement that I may not ever look at, but I can’t bare to part with them just yet.

Part of me feels terribly guilty about not sharing those and wants to run to the basement and pack up the rest of the books and be FREE!  . . .  But part of me knows that sometimes it takes baby steps, and things can’t always be done all at once.

So, here’s the plan: look through one of the leftover books each week.  If I plan to use it — keep it.  If I can’t use it — pack it up and drop it off.  At least my office is already clearer, and I feel a lot less overwhelmed.  Baby steps now.   Baby steps.

My Car & Me: A Sketch

"Side Mirror View" by Dundee Photographics /

“Side Mirror View” by Dundee Photographics /

I finally took my car in today for its regular maintenance.  I know people sometimes look through medicine cabinets.  Have you every wondered what people think when they look in your car?

Your car can tell a lot about you.  What kind of car do you have?  What gadgets do you have?  Have you decorated the outside?  What’s lying around inside?

My car is a black 2004 Saturn Ion.  Supposedly many teachers own Saturns, and I am no exception.  It’s year tell you it’s either used or that I plan on running it into the ground, and the second is true.  I chose black just like my father did because it doesn’t show dirt.  The front bumper is cracked with a piece missing from the time that I drove over a parking median near the old vet’s office.  There are white creases in the plastic front left bumper from the couple of times I misjudged my entry into the garage.

The back bumper is spattered with bumper stickers with quotes from Jimi Hendrix, Gandhi, and the Native Americans.  I also “choose natural health,” have a blue and yellow equal sign that symbolizes equal rights for all, and a blue and white “Coexist”  a bumper sticker, created with symbols from various religions.  My “I love Shaklee” license plate holder completes the picture, adding to my non-conformist hippy-mobile.  My license plate is just standard numbers.  I have no fake baseballs penetrating my rear window nor any stick-figured family members or pets lining the bottom of it.

The tires are likely low  from negligence, and the oil sticker reads 9/14/12 as the next recommended oil change date.  The engine light used to periodically flash, but no one would see that now; that stopped when I replaced my gas cap. (Really?  Yes, truly.)  And every so often my left blinker switches to double-speed, but no one would catch that because it immediately returns to normal the following day.

The inside is sparse.  I bought the cheapest model possible, right off the lot.  I’m the only person I know who actually still rolls down her windows and double-checks that everyone has locked her own door.  The only access I have to music are my quirky CD player and radio, which both randomly mess with me, deciding the controls no longer function, holding fast to one station, or quitting and not playing anything at all.  The digital clock is just as possessed, creating strange new numerical symbols and impossible times like 8:98.

The inside is a visual cacophony, though I try to clean it out periodically.  Today a recently used smoothie glass is perched in the drink holder to the right of the driver’s seat.  On most days I might have an empty mug (which houses my energy tea) and possibly a bowl and spoon nearby, the remnants of my Ezekiel cereal breakfast.  Often I have a water bottle that begins in the other drink holder spot, but falls out due to the shallowness of the indentation and then rolls around in the passenger side of the car.  The passenger’s seat usually houses my purse and whichever book I am reading at the time; lying against the seat is my large, decrepit accordion that is stocked to the brim with my gradebook, plan book, meeting notes, and papers upon papers to grade. To the immediate left of the steering wheel are some granny-looking sunglasses that fit over my regular prescription glasses that Brian likes to laugh about every time I put them on.  In the middle compartment are gas receipts, a cat hair remover, my voice recorder, and various pencils and pens.  Hanging from the back of it is the charger for my GPS, my lifeline to the world of new destinations.

The back seat and wells below are strewn with various children’s non-fiction and fiction books.  Some are in a black bag that also houses random tutoring supplies and folders.  A backpack houses my writing workshop folder and materials.  Besides these items, you find an extra sweatshirt or jacket, my Australian outback hat that I use for writing workshop, and — in the winter — an ice-scraper/snow-brush.  My trunk has a small bag of clothes that have yet to be dropped off at Goodwill, donated books that await the library, and jumper cables.  The dashboard is dusty, crumbs are scattered about the front floor of the car, and a few seat spots have a slight yellow tint from my dusty softball days.

So, what does a mechanic think when looking at my car?  Does she see the teacher, tutor, writer, reader, cat-loving, softball-playing hippy? Or a seemingly disorganized slob who could use a new car?  Who knows?  But I wonder.  What do you think your car says about you?

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