tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69401993309050623782024-03-19T04:17:31.781-05:00Heart Centered PsychicThe official companion blog of Heart Centered Psychic. Feel free to visit my website! I hope you find something here you enjoy; there's something for all!Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-37669226683276684422012-09-11T06:00:00.000-05:002012-09-11T06:00:03.436-05:00A Year Plus One<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eleven years ago today was a tragic day, a horrible day, for so many people all around the planet we share. A day that left death, destruction, loss of life, grief, and further reaching ramifications. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So today, in remembrance of all who left this earth on that terrible day; to the families, friends, loved ones of each of those who are still suffering? My heart is with you, along with my thoughts and prayers. Your loved ones are still with you, as well. Know this; for while you may believe them to be gone, they aren't. The body may be gone; but the body is simply a vessel that hold the essence of spirit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">To all who valiantly risked life and limb; be it in a professional of personal capacity. There are so many who are grateful to you; myself included. The same goes for those who helped find survivors in the aftermath. Yours was no easy task I would think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So today, the anniversary of 9/11; I will be taking 11 minutes at very specific times that resonate with me; to pause in silent remembrance. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm hoping you all wished someone a Happy Mother's Day yesterday; as I know I did. My "hairy children" also know as pets gave me a card and a small bouquet of flowers. I truly need to send them shopping more often. I had no idea they could even WRITE! I thought this required opposable thumbs, which is clearly not the case. It is the thought that counts.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So who this Grandma singing the blues? Because she's been a teensy bit behind these past few weeks for a variety of reasons. And while using her guidance to ascertain what is going on with all the lovely people trying to read her blogs, as infrequent as they may be; she found a mistake. Yes, I have forgotten to add a few important things.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So; I hope everyone had a terrific weekend and took a time out on Sunday to honor a special mom or mom-like person in your life. Even if it's simply by listening to music that a loved one; well, LOVES!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had an epiphany. An "Aha!" moment if you will. On the March 17th, I began my blog. I'd like to say it was two years ago; but it was possibly three years ago. Life has been hectic; as it is for all I suppose.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What began as what I thought would become very focused; it grew. It covered everything from humor, paranormal, poignancy, vehicles, animals, children, fair trade, holidays, death, and dying. It is everything that I am; it is encompasses everything. It is written from the heart; for that is who and what I am about.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The very first blog after the Welcome; was about a very special animal. A dog who is passed; yet still visits. As I sit here; typing... typing this simple little blog. In the still of the night, as not a wind blows; I hear a chime. A wind chime that is on the covered porch that I love every bit as I love that dog and each of you. Those who read. Even though you may not comment; just as I may not comment on your's; although I do read them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It is getting closer and closer... closer to the date of the anniversary of the date of that beloved animal's crossing. If ever there was an animal who was my soul counterpart? This animal would be the one. Trust me; I have had many. I have never slept on the floor with a dog before. But I did exactly that, at what seems like just yesterday.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So to my beautiful boy, TJ; my crazy, hyperactive, misbehaved (at times) bad/good boy? I still miss you. Just as I know you still come to visit. Just as the other animals do. So as I listen to the chimes ring in the still of the cold dark night. I know you are here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And as I close my eyes; and I fall asleep; every day, in every way I'm getting better and better. For you are my beautiful boy Vizsla. And I will look at the vessel containing your cremains. I will remember you always.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I will honor those who've continued to listen to my voice. For you loved to ride in the sun. You loved to lie your head on my lap in the Wagoneer. And everywhere I go? I take a little of you with me...</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My husband and I lived in a very small town in central North Carolina several years ago for one year. While we were there; we ran across an advertisement for a vintage Grand <a href="http://heartcenteredpsychic.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-samaritans-dark-angels-and-gifts.html">Wagoneer</a>. Having grown up in the land of cold, blowing snow and salty roads; most vehicles of this type were long ago eaten by rust. This vehicle was pristine. It became ours. We loved it, cared for it, and it was always garaged. We had promised the previous owner our intent was to buy it to keep and drive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">One day, I mapped out a route to a larger town in the area to attend an estate sale. I took several twists and turns in an area unfamiliar to me in order to get there. One of the items I purchased was a brooch in with costume jewelry. When I got home, I realized it wasn't costume but a fine jewelry piece; a potential family heirloom. I fretted about it, feeling as though they might want it returned. A few weeks later, while in the same larger town; I decided to try and find my way back to the home that was being cleared out. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As I was sitting in driver's seat, alone in the vehicle; I sensed a presence of someone less than happy sitting in the back seat. I glanced up into the rearview mirror. In the backseat, clear as a bell; sat an older woman with shoulder-length, slightly curly hair with steely grey-blue eyes. She sat silently with her arms crossed, lips tightly pressed together, glaring at me. I immediately made it quite clear to her I was having none of that. She disappeared and I continued on. Once I miraculously reached my destination; the family happened to be there to mowing the lawn. I explained about the jewelry and they told me it was OK to keep the item.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before we put it up for sale, by happenstance; I had a conversation with the original mechanic, a very nice gentleman of native american ancestry. As we chatted, I could tell there was something he wanted to say but was hesitating. He finally told me he had had a rather bizarre experience when the Jeep had been at his garage. I told him whatever it was; I'd be intrigued to hear about, as I'd had a few experiences with it in the past as well. He said when the vehicle had been at his shop he happened to look up and see a woman standing by the vehicle. I simply asked if he could tell me anything about her. He then went on to describe exactly the same woman I had seen for that first time, shortly after acquiring the vehicle. He was accurate down to the eye color and her attitude. I assured him he hadn't been seeing things or going crazy as I had seen her before, as well. He had been quite startled to see someone only to look back and her be gone. Especially since he was alone at the time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When I was growing up; no one discussed things having to do with ghosts or the paranormal; unless it related to bonfires, camping, slumber parties, or Halloween. To say you believed in the possibility of phenomena of this ilk, much less admit to having experienced any such thing was tantamount to being labeled as weird; or worse. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I thought I had kept my "weirdness" to myself all those years. Apparently that wasn't the case; as a friend of mine relayed to me a while back. I don't remember everything my friend relayed about the conversation as I was a bit shocked I had revealed what I thought was a well-guarded secret. I clearly did not remember a conversation I'd had with a brilliant mind while back in middle school. By brilliant; I mean genius IQ level, excelling in the sciences. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The topic of conversation? Ghosts and whether or not they existed. As I spoke from my perspective which many would now call the metaphysical and/or spiritual level, the other party spoke from the scientific mind; at least as advanced as a middle schooler can. There was agreement between us; that yes, it made complete sense. Clearly, I intuitively knew that it was safe to share and have a discussion.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In the past several years the interest in the paranormal has been on the rise; particularly concerning ghosts, spirits, and anything to do with the paranormal and/or the unexplained. Now, shows that pertain to any of the above are quite commonplace. I remember when one of the early shows aired on the Syfy channel. A show named Ghost Hunters. I was thrilled there was a show pertaining to a subject I felt all to familiar with combined with a scientific methods. This week Grant Wilson announced his departure from the series. </span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For some? They already wealthy beyond their wildest dreams. There are many, in fact. I won't start mentioning names. I'll allow you; the reader... to make your own decisions based on your conclusions, research, and criteria. Suffice it to say; there are royalty, stars of the stage and screen, musicians, artists, captains of industry, entrepreneurs, technology gurus, as well as those who come from a long line of familial financial wealth. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Many have all of the finest that money can buy. Multiple homes, stables of expensive collector cars, private jets, yachts, designer label clothing, travels to exotic destinations; and more. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In case you're wondering; and you know you are... I have vast amounts of wealth. Shhh!! You mustn't speak a word of this; as I'm quite certain you won't. Yet; I have none of the above. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's true. You see; everything is relative and has to do with perception and one's perspective. What one has or doesn't. For many globally to have food, water, and shelter or even one of those would make that one rich beyond imagination. For many: Freedom. Peace. Hope. Love. Acceptance.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So while I consider myself wealthy beyond my wildest dreams and have had it suggested many times I could be financially wealthy. I AM wealthy. I am not world famous. My husband and I have a very moderate home in a smaller community where it snows; so I have a winter vehicle and a small summer car, and I travel a few times a year. Three more marks added to the wealth pile. I'm healthy; as are our families. I have wonderful friends near and far; those I've met and those I've yet to meet. I am wealthy of heart as I am allowed to give guidance and clarity to others; near and far. And much, much more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">But if I TRULY had vast amounts of financial wealth I've always known what I would do with it. Things would pretty much remain the status quo; although perhaps a small vacation place somewhere. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Perhaps, I might even find time to work on a book or eight. Then I could not only help others as I am now; but I could see more of the global community and help humanitarian efforts in person; as well as help more generously; yet quietly. I could enlighten. We could travel more and I do what I came into this world to do. Teaching others, proving there is more than what we believe to be normal. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just as those I mentioned who have financial wealth beyond their wildest dreams. They may not broadcast it to the world. But they so silently help and give hope; many quietly, privately. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Making loving attempts to provide a better world a better for all.</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If I had a wish list for the holiday season it would be this:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wish that we would all learn from our past mistakes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wish there would be no more war.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wish there would be global peace.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wish we could all get along as a global society.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wish there would be no more judgement.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lovingly and Peacefully yours,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Heart Centered Psychic</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-88996514290009366812011-11-29T09:07:00.021-06:002011-11-30T07:25:34.774-06:00What Would Nate Berkus Do?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On the other hand; I am also not a "crafty" person. I have loads of vision, people. Tons, in fact; but pulling all together? HA! OK, I will admit I have been known to pillage the humble abode for rarely seen artifacts. At which point I'll blow the dust and cobwebs from them and toss them in a place they've yet to be seen. And I've been know to throw a very small, intimate dinner together. One year I was even so bold as to entertain a holiday dinner party for eight; and yes, I even cooked the meal. Since it has been a while I decided it would be nice to do it again this past Thanksgiving. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Since I had been pillaging and foraging beforehand I knew it was time to head out shopping. Have I mentioned I am not a shopper, either? Oh, I could hang out in antique malls and such for days on end. But getting me into a mall is much like pulling teeth. Since I generally prefer to shop from locally owned/operated businesses this could pose a problem. So I prepared a list and began to channel my inner "Nate." Then with a deep breath I darted out to a big box store. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In the checkout line; the elegant woman behind me in line at the register paid me such a wonderful compliment when she said what a lovely hostess I was and how beautifully set would be the table. I was deeply flattered by such a graciously kind word; all things considered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The table setting was indeed lovely and eclectic and included my great grandmother's china plates. I had considered unpacking serving items and gravy boats; but that fell by the wayside. There were a few glitches that morning; such as the disposal clogging, meeting family at the door with my hair in a towel. But dinner was only fifteen minutes late and we had a wonderful time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thank you, Nate; you're my hero and I apologize I had no time to go antiquing beforehand; perhaps next holiday. Not Christmas, though; as I have loads already to rummage through and pillage!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You see? I was up listening to the weather. Oh; no, no, no! Not the weather you perceive. I was sensing the fluctuations and instabilities of atmospheric conditions. Sensitives: are well sensitive. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you have ever been witness to the devastation a tornado can cause, not once but many times; you would certainly understand.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I remember clambering down into a creepy, crawly, place under a house. I have very vivid memories of watching three tornadoes merge into one many miles away. The debris begins to fly. You see it. You see it scattered to the winds. The wind calms before the storm. You witness and sense the eerie stillness and watch the sky go an odd yellowish green. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As I was awakened (yes, it happens!) I checked in on Twitter Yet; not busy enough to sense the pressure changing and the instability. I made what was meant to be a paranormal as well as humorous comment. I wish I had not done that and if I could take it back; I would. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For you see...I absolutely NO idea of the devastation wrought by tornadoes and severe weather across the South. I cried not for myself and certainly not for my memories; but for others. My hands are still shaky as I type this, as a matter of fact.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Before long; the brisk air of autumn turned into the biting chill of winter. That's when the barren field held its appeal. The only thing to draw me out of the warmth of the house was the barren field that would freeze over with my own personal ice rink. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There stood in the middle of the field the most perfect depression. One that would fill with water or melted snow; only to freeze and refreeze. During particularly cold and snowy winters; the rink held nearly all season. It was only recently I learned the truth about my personal rink and the field that surrounded it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The depression was where an old church and home stood. Back during the early part of the century and long before "my tree" was struck; a different tree was struck by lightening. One that caught both buildings on fire and burnt them to the ground. I've not researched enough yet to know whether or not anyone died in the fire, but old news clippings do not mention any associated deaths. So one might find comfort in the fact I wasn't actually gliding across bodies; only the site of a tragic fire.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Many years ago, the field was sold off in order for a subdivision to be built. Apparently; prior to any work beginning, the area had to be reviewed with high tech equipment. This because not only were the buildings located in the vicinity of the field; but old remains were still under the soil. In order to begin work on homes, all remaining graves would need moved. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It is my understanding that several remains were indeed found and relocated to my old haunt. Perhaps, that's why it felt so differently from my childhood. Homes now dot the field where the church burned and the graves were secret for decades. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Long ago I blogged about the fact I <a href="http://heartcenteredpsychic.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghost-in-graveyard.html">grew up across from a cemetery</a>. It was my playground as a child. Many a day were spent eating a sandwich underneath the large, shady tree and walking amongst the headstones while feeling the cool, carved granite or rough, lichen covered stones underneath my fingertips. I never thought to read what most of them said. Some were so old they were not discernible. The past few years I've driven past the cemetery and have noticed "my tree" is gone. It was damaged by lightning years ago; during my youth and died a slow death. My hedgerow no longer stands. I've not been inside since my childhood. In fact; I went many a year without having seen it at all.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This year a friend and I wandered back into to my old haunt. As we walked around the little drive; we headed off the beaten path. The place has changed much. One expects it to be smaller but other things were different, as well; such as the foundations that were beginning to crumble due to decades of the earth's freeze and thaw. We wandered aimlessly among the headstones noticing family names we remember from our youth. Eventually; we meandered to an area I always seemed drawn to; and were noticing some of the dates. It was once of my most frequented areas. Some may say it has something to do with my Irish heritage, or perhaps something more. Regardless; many of the stones I were most drawn to dated back to the 1800's; and most were from Ireland. The remains of the immigrants were certainly a long way from Tipperary; and judging from the those still readable, the lives lead weren't easy ones. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As we continued on, talking as we walked; I sensed something was different. I mentioned to my friend, also familiar with the graveyard, although not as much as I; that graves had been moved. It felt distinctly different feel from my youth. The energy was not as I remembered it to be. We continued our walk about; and I gazed over to the area longingly where I used to ice skate in the winter. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remember the area quite clearly and when the weather was perfect the same spot would freeze over with a layer of ice the perfect size for my own private ice rink; almost as if it were custom made for just such a thing. If there was snow I would bundle up, trek through the turned field with shovel and/or broom in hand and clear the ice. Shortly thereafter; I would sit down, place my skates upon my feet, lace up, and skate in the pristine silence. While I've always preferred weather to the frigid cold and never excelled at sports, I did love to figure skate. I would stay until my ears, nose and toes were beyond numb before heading home. On the perfect day; the sun would shine and the wind would be nonexistent just enough to melt a skim of ice so that after a cold night, there would be a clean, perfect layer of new ice to glide and spin across.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">People come into and go out of your life for a reason. What matters? Connections. Helping. Assisting and healing in what ways I am able. It took me years; quite literally many years to emerge from my closet. My spiritual closet....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm not competitive. My purpose is to assist quietly. And have a bit of fun at the same time. Because let's face it. It took me quite a while to quite literally assist others publicly. The friend-on-stick? This weekend fired the first round. The shout heard around the world and all across the universe. It was homecoming weekend. One of our dear friends was unable to be present this year. I've assisted her in before in various ways; or at least attempted to do so. T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">his year; I assisted her by carrying a photo of her head on a stick. Because that's what friends are for, right?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She fired off the first round. A photo of her head on a stick and all dolled up; along with others from years past. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So sad we missed you. We understand why you were unable to attend. Sorrowfully; you weren't here...the one that was unable to make it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> We missed you. We all love you....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We are planning on withholding "evidence" until the end. Let's face it. We're want cash; preferably in unmarked bills. You missed a fabulous time; and the only one drinking? You!! (Besides; you not only missed on the spot mini-readings? You were nearly naked, drunken driving us home! Thank goodness, you weren't wearing your tin foil hat.)</span></div>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've been keeping up with the rest of you; albeit sans comments.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've given the blog a mini-makeover. I freely admit it took me literally months to overcome my trepidation. I've started several times then horrible thoughts of "What if I do and it looked better before?" flit through my head. At which point I sprout feathers and chicken out at the last minute. I'm not finished yet; it's still a work in progress. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Spent a long weekend in July with two of my oldest and dearest friends. Women I've known since the age of five and six. This included road trip with two friends, much food, music, talk, relaxation, and so much more. Nearly one year to the day when I helped introduce our hostess to her very first concert; Paul McCartney, no less. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A less extended weekend with one of these friends and her family. Again; a fabulous weekend...primarily due to the fact that I have fabulous friends. Never underestimate the power of friendships, by the way; especially those you meet when you're growing up.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've celebrated a 50th anniversary with family member and helped to throw in a few special touches. Nothing earth shatteringly expensive, mind you. Yet; for anyone who knows me personally? Party planning is not my forte; I am no Martha Stewart, so to actually pull off the touches I did was no small feat.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There have been a few birthdays, other anniversaries, and assorted other special dates I've remembered and acknowledged; both joyful and sorrowful.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My general, daily life has continued.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have read more books than I can begin to count. I love to read, as I've mentioned numerous times. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My husband spent two weeks in the Outer Banks of North Carolina without any internet connectivity. There's nothing like sea breezes, the warmth of the sun, and the rhythmic sounds of the waves to relax one and rejuvinate the spirit. So does getting the chance to catch up with some I know there, as well. </span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But alas... Vacation is officially over (except in blog form) and summer is coming to an end. But autumn is just around the corner; and it's a lovely time of year, as well.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Of course; with my sense of humor combined with hers? The blue birds of Twitterland were flying back and forth. I admitted that doll was far more frightening than Chuckie, at which point she asked "What if Chuckie wanted to breastfeed?" Of course, I had to reply that one would lose body parts. Of course the conversation lead to the TV movie in 1975 named </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trilogy_of_Terror"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Trilogy of Terror</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. It starred little known talents such as Karen Black and Gregory Harrison. Yes, that's right. Famous talent and would be talents in bad made for TV movies! Love that! Apparently, it has gone on to become a cult classic. Who knew??</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I remember seeing the movie as a child on the black and white television, and that tiny Zuni doll with the spear freaked me out; especially when he got a hold of the kitchen knives. Then there were the doors, and the knives; and the doors and knives combined. Then there was the doll tossed into the oven. I had no idea what that movie was about. I was young. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So the tweets escalated to how I am now scarred for life and fear doors; asked whether or not plastic surgeons could fix emotional door scars. Of course; we were being funny. Later in the evening; the conversation began again. Apparently; plastic surgeons do not have the capacity to fix emotional scars.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thus; the conversation swerved and took on a far deeper meaning. It became one about scarring of all sorts. Not the physical scars one suffers from; but the emotional scars. How words can cut to the bone and yet; the wound may never heal. How children can be so very cruel to each other. How they are vulnerable and can carry this through an entire lifetime in some cases. Some can let it go; yet others? For them it's not nearly so easy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was once a little girl. A little girl who wore glasses with lens nearly as thick as those old glass Coca-Cola bottles. A tiny little girl with limp, lank hair. A small child that others thought ugly. A child that was considered odd despite her best attempts to hide herself and who she truly was. All for fear of being called a freak; because she was different and saw things others did not. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A child that as she continued to grow wished how she could paint herself beige and blend into the school walls so that no one would notice and make fun of her. She was wearing contacts by then; yet she remembered those harsh, taunting words of others. She still remembers the way other children made fun of the small chubby boy with the amazing sense of humor. She remembers how the child who wore a prosthetic arm was called names. She remembers the quiet, shy girl who withdrew within herself and was afraid to speak to anyone. She remembers them all and many more. She remembers them all. She saw the inner goodness that each of them held within themselves and felt for each and every one of them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She knows they must certainly all be wonderful adults; despite the emotional scars they bear from their past.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And this little girl? Is now an adult who has slammed and locked the door to the emotional scars. For she is a grown woman. Her eyesight is now corrected. She no longer has to wear those contacts in order to see; because her eyesight was so bad she was considered legally blind without them. She owns her uniqueness, her 'ugliness' as well as her inner beauty. She owns all that she is and no longer hides behind herself. She allows her freak flag to fly; and does so proudly. She is comfortable with herself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One lesson to be learned from scars; they lead to empathy for others. Perhaps this is why so many I know who have been taunted, teased, called names, and have suffered the pain; feel their scars so deeply. Many are some of the most kind, caring, compassionate, and amazing people I know.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you've suffered emotional door scarring, I'd love to hear from you. Tell me your story, won't you?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You see; I nearly had my blog ready to go this morning for posting. All ready except for one thing. One tiny detail that has fallen though the cracks. As I was reading through many of my favorites; older and newer. I recognized a common theme which is that this spring and summer seems to have blogging at a virtual standstill.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I saw so many with health concerns, work commitments, personal obligations, professional obligations; illness and death within the family both immediate and distant. Summer travel plans, being with family where ever family may be; near and far. Posting has been a problem for many; including myself. Many are simply taking time off for a bit. I understand this, as I do this myself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Do you see the common theme? Do you recognize it as I do? Perhaps you do and perhaps not. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I understand I'm not the world's most wonderful blogger or commenter. I understand you need to leave comments to receive comments. I do try. Nevertheless; for now there will be a slight delay in the Award Show while the stars prepare to walk down the red carpet, as they wave to prepare to the paparazzi, wave to the adoring fans, and finally are escorted to his or her respective seats. And once the house lights have dimmed?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There will be no catwalk. But go ahead; strut your stuff!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Because you're all models, you know what I mean?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In addition to catching up, I have ever so quietly watched you. Also, I have awards to pass along; many, in fact. I had thought I might do presentations today. But, in light of the fact many are off this weekend and perhaps traveling? I have made the executive decision to wait; thus giving a few more days to secretly stalk more of your blogs!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That having been said; you may want to keep an eye open, or two, and possibly three; later about mid-week. There are so many amazing bloggers that I may even create a few new categories of my own!</span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I happen to love vintage things, by the way. Almost as I love her; until she murdered my sea monkeys she gave to me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Therefore, I could place blame on her. I won't though; as I still have the beautiful little handmade teddy bear, beautiful box with preserved flowers on top, and a georgeous not inside. She also gave me a tiny disco ball keychain...along with a Disco CD. Maybe even two! Simply close the office door, to the office, shine a tiny flashlight on rotating disco ball while dancing? Voila! The stress disappears!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I shall have to consult with the 8 ball to see if I still have them. Or simply go look at them and dance as I listen.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thanks, Amy. And no; there are no dirty dishes in my car. Nor killer bees, for that matter! *wink* </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Heart Centered Psychic</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-68984227317154637022011-06-18T21:43:00.000-05:002011-06-18T21:43:35.918-05:00Men, Rats, Cats, and Coasters<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was said by an extremely famous author that included "the best laid plans of mice and men..."</span><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Didna think me had stomach fer it, aye?" </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That, is not translated. I can hear it, understand it, as well as converse. From London to Edinburgh. Then I heard it.</span></span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There are so many more authors I could quote. So very many more; in fact. Someday. But not now; for you see a brief glimpse into my life:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">You see; I still need to send my grandsons' 2nd birthday gift. I won't be there this year. Yet, we can't be here, there and everywhere. My husband had intensive, major foot surgery; and it was six weeks off work, end of discussion; or he risked even more surgery with longer recovery. </span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I have been turning away appointments; phone and longstanding clients. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Missed not one; yet two with the potential to help others at Holistic and or Psychic Fairs.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I gave up the computer and the TV once he was allowed to move around. I didn't mine a whit.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> So I could care for house, hearth, home, pets, run errands, and so very much more.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> So my husband, could recuperate from major surgery. So he would stay off his foot. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> The pin was remove from his toe just short of two weeks ago; he returned to work just this week.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I did everything I could to make sure he would not violate doctors orders; as the next surgery be far worse.</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Each of you. All of you. Where ever you are. I have compassion and smiles and wish you all a wonderful life, as well a wondrous life! EVERYTHING!!! While attempting to get caught up:</span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grieved with friends about loss of a close family member</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dealt with the animals for approximately; OK I have lost count. HONEST!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cried tears of joy with a friend over a new grand baby.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cried privately about not one; yet two stubborn men!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Contact with long-standing client referral; who's no longer interested, which I'm OK with. Perhaps one day. If not; I understand. This isn't the first time, and I am certain it will not be the last.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lost an opportunities for media exposure.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Laughed until I've cried and vice versa!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Had hockey dog? Rat out cat-like dog... for house poo. Cleaned that up and tossed her outside so I could clean. Ran out to see where and what hockey dog was up to; was up to as I scooped up rat-cat-dog to toss into kennel.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Given loving, glares and eye rolls to small badger diggers; as I dig/rinse dirt out of larger dirt digging badger digging dog who tells on tiny rat/cat/dog. The larger is prone to this, by the way.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Am now to about 150 unread emails.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Stomped. I don't stomp. Really. Although, I did rip the crown out my head and stamp the diamond out. Not to worry! The come in party packs. Besides, my head is tin Plenty more where they came from and I have plenty!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Am reverting to the teen years and if I could toss my locks, reply sarcastically with the teenage affect, "Uhhh! WHATEVER while rolling the eyes, stomp out of the room, and slam the door? I just might. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dealt with much door slamming, past several hours. It's the dogs. I am quite certain. Beloved wasn't home.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let my readers, along with Facebook Fans down; yet again. Along with again not keeping abreast with Heart Centered Psychic on Twitter. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ridden the Roller Coaster of Love. Love encompasses all.</span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This? In less than twenty fours hours. People wonder why I don't have time. I've mentioned it before; and will say it again. I don't have an assistant, maid, travel agent, or any thing else. People may think I am new at this; I assure you with all my heart? No so. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My luxury? A 15USD manicure; about every 2-3 weeks; maybe. This and a haircut as I slink in with bangs I have hacked away. Three times. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">No facials, no massage; I give and give wholeheartedly with a smile; in more ways than you realize. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I saw a post on Twitter today:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It asked a question to the effect: What if you do anything? Anything at all. What would it be? That used to be a simple one to answer and generally it is. Not today. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today? I would not be selfless; but selfish. Not for myself; yet for others. Especially? My husband. So he wouldn't worry about my selflessness and my giving. Don't mistake me; he is a loving, caring one himself. Why I love him. Dearly.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Shamefully, with head hung low, eyes downcast...I would wish for independent wealth. So we could travel, help others, see the world. Visit family and friends, as well. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I would wish to travel abroad and teach others in many ways. Healing work, paranormal work, reading and teaching. Learning, networking, and oh; so much more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Again? I hang my head in shame and cry. This time it is for my personal selfishness; which I don't want my beloved to witness. I know how he will want a hug and kiss. I need to dry my tears, wipe my nose, shower and hopefully brush my teeth. He'll kiss me on the cheek; not that it matters. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He loves, accepts me for me: JUST me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Which? Is why one day, we'll make it back to the UK and more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-43433755065946613132011-05-19T05:19:00.000-05:002011-05-19T05:19:47.479-05:00Thirsty Thursday!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dearest Readers;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My apologies; as I have been out of touch since my last blog, tweet, and so forth. You see; as of my last blog "The Royal Downfall" has had a few glitches and I've been busy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Everything is fine; so fear not. I simply have not been on the computer; and haven't even responded to emails; friends and others. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For those who've stuck by me since the beginning of my blog; MY MOST DEEPEST AND SINCERE THANKS! THE SAME FOR MY NEW FOLLOWS. I noticed while trying reply to inquiries; I have new people to check website/blogs/twitter; in addition to catch up on a few of my favorites.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thanks to all who have stuck with me, had patience, and understanding. It may take me a bit to catch up with all of the social networks, et al; and while belatedly wishing to reply to long overdue comments on the blog, I noticed now followers I am *stalking* (in a great way!) a few; so when I acknowledge my awards? I will have more to acknowledge.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Incidentally; I am writing and posting without checking punctuation, grammar, and so forth. I most desperately want to acknowledge others; and this is my time to at minimum; catch up a bit. I thank you all, I honor you all, I truly care deeply for my followers; wherever you are at this moment, place and time? May you have the most wondrous day; today and everyday. I will become caught up. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Again; my most sincere apologies. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now; if someone could make either a mimosa or a Pimms; as this IS thirsty Thursday: I would be most grateful!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wanting for each of you peace, love, happiness and joy!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Heart Centered Psychic</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-35119947674373140932011-04-28T23:13:00.000-05:002011-04-28T23:13:35.696-05:00A Royal Downfall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlT-vgxUiUZHK8GJX-rbHovAxxwwgNAR4WSJfoclX5-qrKxLsgj5_y94KfTLaPJA68sIVf2Mcwnl3sLlEADPqLN6B4nB6HX91B5RnKzMzcoqt8E7eG_Q5vaOeWJTmHs9X8-dCER3xOvKR_/s1600/2011-04-26_02-21-21_402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlT-vgxUiUZHK8GJX-rbHovAxxwwgNAR4WSJfoclX5-qrKxLsgj5_y94KfTLaPJA68sIVf2Mcwnl3sLlEADPqLN6B4nB6HX91B5RnKzMzcoqt8E7eG_Q5vaOeWJTmHs9X8-dCER3xOvKR_/s200/2011-04-26_02-21-21_402.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Pull up a chair, dear readers and allow me to tell you a sad; yet true tale. A true life fairy tale gone all wrong. This is the story about the queen and king of this castle and the downward spiral that befell them...</b></i></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The story begins when the king injured his royal foot two years ago. Being a bit of a stubborn king; he refused to listen to the queen when she told him what the problem was; and neglected to visit the royal physician for six months. Finally, after much consternation and at the insistence of his queen (because everyone knows the queen is the true ruler of the household)...he was attended to by not just one royal physician; but many. Finally after many varieties of treatments; he was referred to THE physician. This one was a specialist, took one look at the king’s foot and knew exactly what the ailment was; as well as the proper fix. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What ailed him was exactly what his wife, the queen; had foretold two years prior. She was very good at just such a thing, by the way. So immediately, upon the advise of the royal surgeon; he scheduled surgery. Now; this was all well and good...except for the downward spiral that was about to befall those in residence.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The king prepared for his upcoming surgery and had purchased all the proper accouterments prior; so they would all be at the ready for the royal nursemaid. The nursemaid? Well, she was a bit of a klutz and was of the age when her arms weren’t quite long enough anymore. Therefore, she had begun to use spectacles with which to read. One evening within mere hours before his majesty’s surgery; she took a great fall. Much like the good egg; Humpty Dumpty, she was afraid that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men wouldn’t be able to put her together again.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So His Majesty; being a kind and caring husband picked the injured nursemaid up from the floor and carried her off to the infirmary. The royal physicians ran all sorts of tests and determined that she was not permanently injured. She had struck her knee against the concrete hearth and they were concerned she may have done severe damage. Yet, miraculously this was not the case. She was sent home with strict instructions to rest it; along with a leg immobilizer and crutches. As so she complied. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Just prior to all this; yet after the king purchased extra parts for the throne, the queen giggled a wee bit and perhaps even tweeted about “death by potty chair.” Until she realized that it would come in quite handy. Right about the time she realized she kneecapped herself on the hearth. You see the queen and the nursemaid are one and the same. Yet, she was insistent that her husband continue with his surgery; and the he complied.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The queen/nursemaid took her beloved to the royal hospital where everyone believed her to be the patient. This; my readers was not the case. The king’s surgery went quite well and he promised to comply with his restrictions. The queen/nursemaid took him back to the castle and placed him in the royal bedchamber. He promised to obey and was threatened with several things should he not comply. Severe punishments such as banishment to the dungeon, the carriage house, and even recovery with the queen’s mum. The queen knew her husband well; and as she was on crutches and had the household, as well as the hounds to tend to; she was concerned. In fact, she nearly called for smelling salts the first time the king arose from his bed; still groggy from the anesthesia. For should he bump his toe; his surgery may be to no avail. As the queen was a loving wife; she was chucking wobblers left and right at the king. This caused him some displeasure; but at this point the queen didn’t care. She was ready to crown him with her crutch. She was more concerned about his successful recovery than anything else. So she called in the troops; one in particular. The mother of the king; who had had previously offered her assistance would be arriving the following day to help. The queen was suffering her own injuries, in pain herself, and distressed at her husband’s stubborn self-reliance. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So while the queen appreciates the “royal potty seat” she is a bit tired, as well as in pain. So in the morning; His Majesty’s mother will arrive to reprieve her. Hopefully, she will not only see part of a moment in history and take a nap.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>The moral of this story? You should always listen to your mum, your wife, and your physician. Also, NEVER make fun of the royal potty chair because it may karmically bite you in the arse.</i></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THE END</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-70121250115278839962011-04-11T11:16:00.000-05:002011-04-11T11:16:04.309-05:00And In the End...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One year ago today, we helped a beautiful spirited Vizsla slip calmly into a peaceful, golden slumber. He was suffering from two forms of canine cancer. First, it was mast cell tumors and we were fortunate to be able to treat him with both traditional and non-traditional methods. He developed a limp in his front leg and I knew there was something wrong. I cancelled his appointment with his normal vet; knowing he'd end up back in oncology again. He did. When the vet called to give me the news; I could sense her disappointment and grief over the inability to help save such a young, vibrant dog. They did everything possible. Yet, there was nothing anyone could do. It was time; far past time to be exact.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There are several blogs about him and I'll be writing books about his adventures; but a year ago tonight I wrote <a href="http://www.heartcenteredpsychic.blogspot.com/2010/04/honestly-im-fine.html">this blog</a>, You see; even though I knew before anyone else. I am grieving. Me of all people... grieving. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I deal with death and dying on a regular basis, help ease the pain of others; and even spoke at the University Teaching Hospital six months after his passing. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One year later; I grieve more than I did the day the vet came to the house and helped him. He refused to go on his own, and we didn't want to prolong his suffering. It had gone on far too long already. When I look back at the picture of his last car ride; I feel the loss. I seel that I let him stay too long. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.heartcenteredpsychic.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-and-dog.html">I knew he was leaving</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, before anyone. I feel the pain and the guilt all over again; even though he was willing to painfully chase after 'interlopers' in our yard that afternoon. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">He had a wonderful time on this earth. He was well cared for and well loved. He loved and cared for us; in return. His favorite thing was to curl up next to me on the couch; and he'd follow everywhere I went. He had room to run, could jump ten feet in the air to catch quail; and was a source of much joy, along with a bit of exasperation. He loved everyone; and if someone came to visit, he felt it his duty to lick them half to death.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">His last few weeks: I spent nights sleeping on the floor next to him. Just in case. I begged and pleaded with him to go; that we'd be alright and didn't want him to suffer anymore. A few times I thought he might, but he was a fighter. Just when his breath would stop for several seconds; he would gasp and breathe again. So, we made arrangements with the vet to come to the house. I remember it all as if it were just yesterday....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">His last two days; it was sunny and warm; especially the last day; April 11, 2010. He loved music just as I do; and would even try to dance if I was dancing about the house. We loved wind chimes, as well. We spent two days going for car rides in the convertible. I placed a pillow for him to rest comfortably and off we'd go. We went to McDonald's several times where he ate cheeseburgers and fries. He also ate pizza as his final meal. The day of his passing; I moved his orthopedic cushion out onto the deck so he could lie in the warmth of the sun. You see; he never wanted to get out of the car and come inside those last days. He knew what was coming; and he preferred driving around listing to the Beatles and John Lennon. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Before the doc arrived, I made a spot for him, and we laid together on his cushion and took a nap. Even though he was on a sedative and pain medication; he refused to lie down and sleep unless I laid down beside him. The doctor arrived, my husband worried that I would be devastated and would hold onto him; keeping him here. Instead; it was just the opposite. I put on his favorite song, placed it on repeat, and sat with my hand on him. I gave him Reiki. I saw his little boy spirit leave his worn out body. My husband, big strong guy that he is: cried like a child while I stayed strong. The vet gently said, "He's gone." Although, I had already seen him looking out the front door; I told his body what a beautiful boy he was, how much love and joy he'd brought into our lives. I told him how much I would miss him curling up next to me on cold and rainy days. I told him this and much, much more. He wasn't even 9 years old yet; he never had the chance to grow old. The vet was kind enough to let us spend as much time as we needed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When goodbyes were finished; my husband helped the veterinarian place him in the car. As they were outside; I began to cry. The tears flowed, the grieving began in earnest. And yes; even though he comes around, I miss him still. As I write this while listening to the chimes on the back porch; I am grieving him today every bit as much as I did one year ago. He may have been "just a dog" and some may not understand. But he was MY dog; and a damn good one at that. If anyone ever totally "got" me? It was TJ; a beautiful boy Vizla. And in the end; the love he gave... still takes my breath away.</span><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940199330905062378.post-60187072586272345922011-04-01T19:47:00.017-05:002011-04-04T18:49:39.006-05:00Contest announcement!<div style="font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 5.0px 9.0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here are the rules:</span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One clue will be posted, tweeted, and/or placed on the Facebook page of Heart Centered Psychic and at random times. If you’re not already following my blog where prize pictures will be added and guesses, posted so winners can be chosen: you may want to do just that. That’s the easiest place for me to keep track of guesses, as well. I leave that up to you. If you follow on twitter and choose to that others not know; feel free to send a direct message. That said:</span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Think of it as a treasure hunt combined with hide and seek; with a dash of guessing games tossed in the mix! </span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The hints may or not be obscure, so you may want to do your homework and put on your thinking caps! If you've read through the blogs; it's quite simple. The contest will run from now through April 7th.</span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">On April 8th, I will draw have someone outside the household pick numbers at random based on who enters and his or her interests. Those people will be winners and one will be a grand prize winner. Depending on the number of entries; there will be a pet prize, prize for musical types, and something for moms and children.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There will also be a prize for paranormal investigators; and it will not be allowed in a house with children, as children are quite often see and are frightened by paranormal activity.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Besides the blue clue for dogs; which is also listed below as a prize: One of the prizes is a $25.00 gift card to Amazon for readers and music people; unless you prefer something different!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There's more yet to come; depending on how many entries are received. And as I sit here debating the wind chimes are ringing; so I'll take that as a sign.Yes; you may enter more than once...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh; look! A new prize...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Good luck; and keep hunting!!</span><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Because I try to be considerate: here’s was today’s first clue already out there:</span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 9.0px; min-height: 17.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 5.0px 9.0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>“Surrender. But don't give yourself away. </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>I know that's pretty </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>cheap. But mommy's all right and daddy's all right.”</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Clue #2: "8 year old boys sound like 8 year olds; even when they are unable to speak."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Clue #3: Hungarian super athletes prefer fast food while riding around topless.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Clue #4 is a photo; and is part of a prize for pet people. Must love dogs! Fits 20 to 40 pounds: </span><br />
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Clues #5 and #6: I have lots of nicknames and if there's an anniversary fast approaching that marks my passing.<br />
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Clue #7: Check the blog for the tagline "windchimes."<br />
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Clue #8: It's hard to put a good dog down.</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">I'm listening...go on.</div>Heart Centered Psychichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.com11