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Flashback: Studying Abroad in Mexico

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In the last post I shared a flashback to the Camino last year.  So, then I thought: Why not go back even further?  The following is an excerpt from the first day of my study abroad experience in Mexico on January 1st 2001 (translated from Spanish because I even wrote the journal in Spanish!)

Ah.  I will try to write much in Spanish, but I may need help.  Maybe I can understand new vocabulary in this way.  I want to start a vocabulary journal.  In this way I hope to understand new words.  So, I have felt many different feelings.  First, sadness and a lot of fear.  A lot.  Suddenly I wondered “Why am I doing this?”  And also, the feelings I shouldn’t feel until 2 weeks from now!  Many times I thought: “Why am I here?”  Why don’t I leave from here and return to my country and my house.  At first, when I left my parents, I wanted to cry.  Suddenly I realized that I was leaving my parents, my roots.  Everything.  It didn’t matter that I was leaving ____ or ________ or ____________, although I missed ______________  a little more,.  I missed my sister, but most I missed my parents and wanted to bring them with me.  This pen isn’t good.  I have a lot of blotches.  I didn’t know where I needed to meet with Juliette.  I was lost at customs and didn’t even know which parts of which documents I needed to fill out.  Juliette told me that my classes are incorrect.  How frustrating!  Well, it’s possible I can find better classes.  I wonder which classes are correct.  Now I’m registered for 2 classes — how funny!  The way I see it, I can see this situation in 2 ways: how horrible/how funny.  But all could be much worse.  I stay with a very nice family.  The only problem is that they speak too fast.  I can’t understand much.  And the words slur together.  I feel dumb/stupid.  I want them to know that I’m an intelligent girl and that although I didn’t take a class last semester and haven’t practiced much — I know some words in Spanish.  I have a vocabulary — only, it isn’t good.  And my comprehension isn’t very good.  Also, I am very tired.  I need a nap.  I don’t know how I will write to everyone.  I will need to send an e-mail to everyone at the same time.  No one will like that but I think that I don’t have other options.  One of these days I will cry, I know, but I must stay.  I know that I would stay, no matter what.  It is difficult when the first day I have this problem.  I hope that I can have my parents with me.  And I want to understand how _____’s trip went.  So fast!  It’s incredible!  It reminds me that I need to speak very slowly with foreigners.  English is a very difficult language.  I feel bad that I haven’t dealt with ______ very well.  But I have a fear of being uncomfortable.  He was a boy, and wanted me to go to his apartment alone.  How crazy!  Well, I wanted to be independent.  I wanted to leave my parents, sister, and friends.  Well, here I am.  I am not like _____.  We are different, I think.  But, I do enjoy my independence.  I am happy that I did so much on my own.  I did it!  I’m here!  I am here.  Just boarding the plane was difficult.  But I made it!  And packing!  Very difficult.  I need to rest.  I realized two things.  First, all could be worse and all could get better.  It is only the first day!  I need to pray.  Where did I put my prayer papers like “Our Father”?  I don’t know.  I’m tired.  I must to bed.  Until tomorrow.

Much love and many blessings. ❤ 

Flashback from the Camino: Bed Bugs

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Since I’m scheduling a bunch of posts ahead of time, it seemed a good time to do some more Camino flashbacks from last year.  I fell upon this entry from July 25, 2017.  I was in the last week of my journey and had discovered I had bed bugs.  Thankfully, the incident was pretty minor — and actually fairly convenient, all considered — plus I knew I would be heading home soon.

I’m going to give the dryer 10-15 more minutes.  Then, I’ll let them have it early.  Bed bugs today.  Pretty sure of it.  Today was a great day for humility — put all of my stuff out to spray , and everyone walked by (all the people I know), and I’ve also been walking around in shorts and a (sports) bra.  I’ve gotten pretty used to it now; actually, I kind of wanted another quiet evening, and I guess I got it, because I’ve kind of secluded myself.  I feel a bit like a leper.  I seem to be making the biggest deal of it, though.  Everyone else seems to be not as freaked about it.  Some have even had them already.  I guess I now feel like my experience is complete!  I just plan on this being the extent of it.  Tomorrow I will wash and dry everything again.  Then, I should hopefully be done.  I may do just one more wash Thursday to make Brian happy.  It will mean clean clothes for the next couple of days anyway.  So much for the romantic embrace from Brian on Monday!  He will probably NOT want to touch me, as he’s giving me my change of clothes and bagging up my backpack.  Ah well.

If It Weren’t Too Crazy. . .

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I want to walk the Kumano Kodo pretty badly. I’m in week 5 of the Artist’s Way, and it asks questions like: “What would I try if it weren’t too crazy?” or “What would I do if it weren’t too selfish?” and “List 10 things you love and would love to do but are not allowed to do.”

I would travel. A LOT Sometimes I listen to certain songs or see certain palettes of color – and I think of past travels.  I remember the joy of being immersed in a completely new world, in a completely new feeling. I love the feeling of being alone. Of exploring. Of being transformed by my environment. If I weren’t selfish – if it weren’t too crazy – if I could do what I loved to do and am not allowed to do – I would travel, all of the time. That’s it, universe. That is it. Now, let’s see what you’ve got. 😉

 Much love and many blessings. ❤

A Joyedian’s Tale: Enjoy Life

26239028_10103409097917545_7706045679406980209_nDear angels, God, Ascended Masters, Entities of Light, saints, Mother Gaia (Earth) . . .  and any and all beings for the good of all concerned, thank you for another day and for being a part of it.

Trying to get back in the communication groove.  In the next few days I plan to post IT ALL: upcoming workshops, blog (this post!), youtube dream video for Teri Karl, youtube metaphysical video for WeAreValuableMedia, Facebook Live on Creating a Bug Free Mind . . . gotta get caught up, y’all!

I sank into a depression for a while yesterday.  I got dark, felt hollow, had a good cry — all that good stuff.  Now that I’ve had some time to process it, I realize it sprouted from 2 things:

  1. The often inevitable crash downward after soaring to new heights of bliss.
  2. Returning to “reality” after a glimpse of my dream life.

At the lunch reception after my wedding this past weekend, I turned to Brian in a state of complete bliss and told him: “I could die right now.”  (Not that I wanted to just yet – no worries!) I was just that happy.  The wedding went so perfectly that it all felt — and surely was — divinely guided.  My favorite birds were there at the ceremony with us (egrets), the weather was perfect (partly cloudy and 60’s), the scenery was amazing (ocean view), everyone arrived on time — actually everyone was early!, everyone’s outfits were amazingly coordinated, the presider did a fantastic job, I had 4 fantastic photographers (all immediate family members!), the food was great, the events were great, the company was great — it was all so amazing!

And then we came home.  Everyone went back to work.  And it was snowing when we arrived in Chicago.  I’ve been reflecting a lot on what my dream living situation is, and I’ve talked with Brian about it as well.  First of all, I would certainly love to spend most of my time in a climate of 50 degrees or higher. I have an uneasy peace with this Chicagoland climate.  Second, I really don’t want to stay in one place.  It is not the location that draws me (although I do feel quite at home in California).  It is the adventure that does.  Experiences like the Camino in Spain and this recent trip to California were perfect because every day was different.  I love the newness.  I love to taste.

So, I have no dream location to live in.  I have a dream lifestyle.  It’s a dream of adventure. of new sites and experiences.  This is what “enjoying life” means to me — which just happens to be my new year’s resolution for this year!  ❤ It’s something I’ve re-stepped into the last few years, and it’s something I will continue to embrace for the rest of my life.

 

Here’s to many more adventures for me, for you, and all the dreamers! Much love and many blessings. ❤

Dreams: October 11th, 2017

I dreamt I was sent on a quest to find 10 crystals/diamonds. But I was not to touch them, kind of like Aladdin in the cave.  I found 9 of them, I was pretty sure.  They just started appearing for me as I was looking for them along the way.  Someone after me had the same quest, and I relayed the directions.  There was something with Mother Teresa, too, like she had something to do with the quest or had completed it before.

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People were to complete these tasks.  There were many groups of us in one area (a school gym?) all doing the same thing.  There were certain steps and a certain order, and we were struggling with some of the steps and getting bogged down and not completing it in time.  I felt very frustrated.

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Something with travel.

Something with this outdoor area, multiple areas (stages) in this dream.  In one place renovations had just been completed, and there was this HUGE stage area that had been completed.  The stage wasn’t huge, but there were MANY, MANY seats.  A huge auditorium outdoors (amphitheater?)  There were also many places for people to gather, and there were some people that I bumped into at an outdoor eating area who I’d seen before.  We’d met on previous travels or something.

Something possibly with being encouraged to meet certain men?

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I recognize what the second dream may be about.  Frustrations with things moving too slowly here.  Could be bureaucracy, could just be the slowness of the physical in general.  I’ve been experiencing the frustration with “stuckness”, so I can definitely relate to that dream.

The crystals dream is intriguing.  I don’t think I’ve dreamt anything like it before.  I think I was told to look for “diamonds”, but the objects looked more like large, fat, towers of selenite, like the one at work.  It seems I must be searching for something valuable or needing to search for something valuable.  It may even have something to do with the crystals.

The last dream is a smorgasbord and could be innerlevel goings on or symbolic of all of the movement of my mind during the day.

 

I really need to go back to asking myself questions.  That will direct the answers.

Much love and many blessings.

 

 

Answered Gift: A Beautiful Dream of Flying

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Yesterday right before bed I said in a loud, semi-demanding voice: “I would really like a very easy dream!  One, so straight-forward there is no way I couldn’t interpret it.  So blatantly obvious. . .”  blah blah blah, you get the picture.

I got a beautiful gift:  another flying dream.

I dreamt that people were out walking, at various points along a walk, and I wanted to show them I could fly.  I had a way of taking off to get momentum, and I used my arms, as a bird might use wings.  I made sure I did it in front of them so they could see it — I could fly!  I soared all around these rooms, one with a high ceiling, kind of looking like a converted barn with many comfortable sofas/big cushiony chairs.  One seat in particular had a wicker composition with a high, rounded back and a hugely wide cushiony seat, and it was tucked away a bit, facing the wall.  A friend joked that that was my seat, my special place.  As I was flying I remember my arms tiring a bit, and I realized it was because I hadn’t been flying much.  I needed to work those muscles back up.

Flying  tends to be a symbol for freedom (nothing holding you down/back).  I was particularly struck by the part where I was aware that I had to build my muscles back up.  That is the message I take away from my dream:  I need to work those muscles.  The “muscles” could refer to one of 3 things for me: my intuition/psychic ability, my spiritual composure, or my imagination.  All are pretty related and can be developed through each other.

This may connect to my recent search for answers regarding my psychic abilities, but I think it’s more likely connected to the experience I had last night.

Last night I was at work, and a situation came up where a client was unhappy, and I wasn’t sure how to make the client happy while also preserving the regulations of the workplace (which were there for good reason!)  I became very stressed and disoriented and expressed this to another person at work.  Her response altered my perspective and helped me find a positive way to view the situation.

Soon after our interaction, a client walked in.  We worked out some scheduling and then she mentioned my recent trip to Spain and started to talk about her trip to Ireland and Scotland.  I told her that I’d never been to Ireland but that my grandparents in-law had been giving my fiancee and I some flack, since I’d traveled quite a bit to other places, and Brian is half-Irish!  I said that maybe she could convince me to go, and she did an excellent job!  The way she described her experience (an off-the-beaten-path one) took me right there, walking up the Cliffs of Moher and hearing about all of the generations of families living along the cliff and also taking a bus tour through Glasgow and seeing where the royals got crowned!  She said she’d love to hear more about my trip to Spain.  I could see the glow about her face after sharing her experiences with me.  I’m sure it was a mirror reflection of my own.

I realized a great sense of peace and contentment had settled upon me.  Something, I didn’t experience too often but that surpassed my normal states of being.  Soon after, I checked my mail, and I had a message from Brenda Large from the Joliet Junior College Continuing Education Department.  She wrote that she had just met a gentleman who had written about his experiences on the Appalachian trail who did presentations on his experience. “This made me think of you.  I believe you had quite a journey this summer.  Is this something you would be interested in as a seminar?  I would think you could fill a two hour seminar with tales from the trek and photos.”  She asked me if I would be interested.  “Yes!  Definitely interested!  Great idea!” I responded.

Interesting timing, no?

Much love and many blessings. ❤

Camino Gratitude

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As you may have heard me say before: I intended to walk the Camino alone.  I did this, but not really.  And I am grateful for everyone who took the walk with me emotionally, spiritually, and physically.  I would like to acknowledge them here.

My Inspiration

First, I would like to thank Goldie Matthew.  I first learned of the Camino at her Motivational Movie Night, when I saw Walking the Camino: 6 Ways to Santiago for the first time. (The seed was planted!)

Father Don Elias

I also want to thank the priest, Father Don Elias, who revived the Camino and whose yellow arrows guided me so perfectly all the way to Santiago.

My Family

I am also grateful for my family, who supported me immediately from vision through completion to readjusting to normal life!  My fiancee made sure I checked in every day and gave me a perfect welcome home. My dad was immediately excited for me and offered me some travel gear to help me on my journey.  My sister helped take care of our pets while I was gone, supported me financially in some of my travel costs, and helped me download Relaxercise, which saved my feet from tendonitis and any other possible foot ills!  My mom bought me the two guide books that helped me set the perfect foundation for a successful trip, as well as my amazing hiking boots, sleeping gear, and other odds and ends.  It was truly a group effort!

My Grandmothers

Next I would like to thank my grandmothers!  My Ukrainian grandmother prayed the “Little Flower Novena” for me every day, followed my travels on a map from town to town, and told me to watch for roses (which I saw EVERY day!)  My grandmother-in-law encouraged me with her Facebook comments on my trip updates.  My Illinois grandmother sent me off with the most beautiful, loving phone message that touched me and made me cry.

The Pilgrims

I am so grateful for the many people I met along the way, some who I met in passing — some who I’m still connected to!  I met people from Mexico, Argentina, Puerto Rico, many parts of the U.S., Canada, Scotland, Ireland, England, Spain, Portugal, France, Italy, Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Tunisia, South Korea, China, Norway, Sweden, Slovenia, Poland, Lithuania, Belgium, Denmark, the Netherlands, Australia, and New Zealand! (And I’m probably missing some!)

Though I needed my solitude, it would have been incredibly challenging for me to have walked the whole way alone.  I am grateful to those who shared dinner with me, albergues with me, part of the Way with me, or even just a “Buen Camino!” with me!

My Home Community

The outpouring of support I received from the community back home was unbelievable, and I was amazed by how powerful and pivotal that encouragement was for me. Some supported me through texts, some through social media.  I posted updates on Facebook maybe 15 times, and the amount of loving, supportive comments I received was staggering.  I am truly grateful to anyone who was a part of this journey, on any level.

My Spiritual Community

I would be remiss if I did not give thanks to those in the spiritual realm who were with me every step of the way.  Of course, I give thanks to Source, the Creator of all (including me, Spain, and the Camino!)  I thank the angels and spirit guides who keep me safe, nudge me with guidance and teachings, and who support and unconditionally love me through every little detail.  (May I learn to love as you do!)

I give thanks again to everyone mentioned here, to anyone I may have missed, and to you readers, who have also been a part of my journey.  Your love and support means more to me than you could ever know.

Love, light, and blessings. ❤

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