As science looks more and more at the human body with greater
technology, we have begun to come full circle in understanding what the
ancients knew about the heart, the brain, and divine consciousness. What
is the heart? Is it more than just a pump for blood? Or could the truth
about its power be related to the essence of your entire being, and
have a field of energy so great that it can transform not just your own
being into that of light, love and happiness, but even those around you.
What is the shining light of the heart, and how can you access it and
gain the inner knowing of who you are and why you are here?
From the Spirit Science Channel - and worth the view: CLICK HERE
Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered. But mostly, and most of all - she's a rambling writer, always in search of a faithful ear.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
5 Second Thought for Today
Leave it to Dr. Seuss to remind us of those simple things that keep that childlike wonderment so vibrantly alive in each and all of us...your five second thought for today, something quick to cause you to pause and reflect, and hopefully wonder why :-)
xo
xo
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
The First Day Back to "Upright"
How much we take for granted, these little things that come so effortlessly into our day. We manage them almost in passing, we've done them so many millions of times - they become as effortless as breathing.
And then the bottom drops - and you find yourself spending 45 minutes of hard core effort and ingenuity just to put on a bra - in the end, fashioning a MacGuyver like device using last years Christmas decorations 'hangers', duct tape, and a long piece of minty waxed dental tape.
*Don't judge me.*
And so it goes, day one of being 'upright' after surgery ~ and I am knock-me-on-my-ass 'humbled'. It's amazing how sometimes life events, which at first seem so difficult and cruel can be the first step at acquiring a new 'life's lens'... I am beginning to see everything in a different light... the little things I do each day, the feel of Nudnick loyally posted at my side since I have been home... and the actions of those around me. It's always eye-opening.
So today, is a day of making changes - and for the first time, these changes will be selfishly and all for me. Because I deserve it.
Don't we all... ?
And then the bottom drops - and you find yourself spending 45 minutes of hard core effort and ingenuity just to put on a bra - in the end, fashioning a MacGuyver like device using last years Christmas decorations 'hangers', duct tape, and a long piece of minty waxed dental tape.
*Don't judge me.*
And so it goes, day one of being 'upright' after surgery ~ and I am knock-me-on-my-ass 'humbled'. It's amazing how sometimes life events, which at first seem so difficult and cruel can be the first step at acquiring a new 'life's lens'... I am beginning to see everything in a different light... the little things I do each day, the feel of Nudnick loyally posted at my side since I have been home... and the actions of those around me. It's always eye-opening.
So today, is a day of making changes - and for the first time, these changes will be selfishly and all for me. Because I deserve it.
Don't we all... ?
Monday, November 12, 2012
Thought for Today.
That which you experience, only changes you by way of the *choice* that you make in what to do with it.
- Tara Lemieux
And a teaser for my next article ~ xo
- Tara Lemieux
And a teaser for my next article ~ xo
Sunday, November 11, 2012
For every soldier that has been killed on the battlefields of Iraq or Afghanistan, 25 other soldiers commit suicide upon returning home.
Repost from Elephant Journal, and something that *must* be addressed. For the original article, please visit Elephant Journal dot com.
Yet, the abandoned person rarely perceives this, instead the message of unworthiness and the belief of being fundamentally unlovable is planted deep inside of us. Almost like a dormant genetic trait in the human genome, most of us seem to carry the potential for this erroneous belief. Tragically, most of us also have plenty of opportunities that trigger it.
Abandonment is usually not the product of malicious intent. Often, it results from competing demands, not enough resources, inability to conceive of consequences and fatigue. We are not, as a species deliberately unloving, we are more often preoccupied with our own pain and not up to the profoundly hard work to love responsibly.
This is as true in individual family stories as it is on a national level. The world of diminishing, or at least limited, resources is catching up to all of us. Promises and guarantees that were made in brighter economic times are no longer sustainable on many levels. Worldwide, the question of how we care for each other, how a society sustains itself is being examined. But nowhere is this abandonment being more acutely felt than among returning veterans and their families.
Here is a fact that I cannot get out of my mind. For every young soldier that has been killed on the battlefields of Iraq or Afghanistan, 25 other soldiers commit suicide upon returning home. This suicidal drain on our returning soldiers and their families goes unrecorded and unaided. These deaths happen in the killing fields of our own communities, in the bedrooms of what were once the young, strong boys who initially left home with a sense of mission and invincibility. Their intentions of protecting their country in wars for which they were ill-prepared, left them so damaged and empty of themselves that drug and alcohol addiction was the only means of self-medicating their trauma.
My sons are young men, just barely out of their boyhood. They are trying to figure out what it means to be male and working to chart their course in life, not unlike the young men who joined the armed forces. It is hard for me to imagine who they would become and what would be lost of them under the same stress.
The truth is that the human psyche is not built for war, and its effects are profoundly damaging to the soul of growing boys. This is not news. Collectively, we have witnessed the loss of tens of thousands of lives to the post-traumatic stress disorder cases that are still being treated from the Vietnam conflict. The army has only just begun to recognize the frighteningly high rates of brain injury that the most recent conflicts have left in their wake.
The cost of war for those who bravely commit to fighting in them endures for many throughout their lives. For as strong as we make our forces, equipping them with billions of dollars of protection and weaponry, we must acknowledge that we are not wired as killing machines. Our nervous systems are not designed for 24-hour combat for months on end. The loose ends of our self-esteem and self-worth unravel quickly under the strain of constant threat. The emotional healing and forgiveness that is required for a soldier to come home from a tour of service will last at least as long as the tour, and for many people, 10 times that long.
If we are going to continue to promote war as a solution to our collective insecurity, then we must be prepared to commit to the rehabilitation of the young boys who come home alive, yet broken and emotionally damaged. Our military budget should, without question, be committed to the healing at least as much as the killing. Otherwise, we become our own enemy.
The worst abandonment we can perpetuate is on the young men we sent to battle. We are responsible for the healing of the troops we send to kill.
Via Wendy Strgar
Perhaps the single most devastating emotional pain we suffer is abandonment.
Millions of children know this experience as their primary relationship to their parents, and the effects are wide-ranging and long-lasting. Abandonment is rarely about the person being left, it is most always a reflection of what is broken in the person doing the leaving.Yet, the abandoned person rarely perceives this, instead the message of unworthiness and the belief of being fundamentally unlovable is planted deep inside of us. Almost like a dormant genetic trait in the human genome, most of us seem to carry the potential for this erroneous belief. Tragically, most of us also have plenty of opportunities that trigger it.
Abandonment is usually not the product of malicious intent. Often, it results from competing demands, not enough resources, inability to conceive of consequences and fatigue. We are not, as a species deliberately unloving, we are more often preoccupied with our own pain and not up to the profoundly hard work to love responsibly.
This is as true in individual family stories as it is on a national level. The world of diminishing, or at least limited, resources is catching up to all of us. Promises and guarantees that were made in brighter economic times are no longer sustainable on many levels. Worldwide, the question of how we care for each other, how a society sustains itself is being examined. But nowhere is this abandonment being more acutely felt than among returning veterans and their families.
Here is a fact that I cannot get out of my mind. For every young soldier that has been killed on the battlefields of Iraq or Afghanistan, 25 other soldiers commit suicide upon returning home. This suicidal drain on our returning soldiers and their families goes unrecorded and unaided. These deaths happen in the killing fields of our own communities, in the bedrooms of what were once the young, strong boys who initially left home with a sense of mission and invincibility. Their intentions of protecting their country in wars for which they were ill-prepared, left them so damaged and empty of themselves that drug and alcohol addiction was the only means of self-medicating their trauma.
My sons are young men, just barely out of their boyhood. They are trying to figure out what it means to be male and working to chart their course in life, not unlike the young men who joined the armed forces. It is hard for me to imagine who they would become and what would be lost of them under the same stress.
The truth is that the human psyche is not built for war, and its effects are profoundly damaging to the soul of growing boys. This is not news. Collectively, we have witnessed the loss of tens of thousands of lives to the post-traumatic stress disorder cases that are still being treated from the Vietnam conflict. The army has only just begun to recognize the frighteningly high rates of brain injury that the most recent conflicts have left in their wake.
The cost of war for those who bravely commit to fighting in them endures for many throughout their lives. For as strong as we make our forces, equipping them with billions of dollars of protection and weaponry, we must acknowledge that we are not wired as killing machines. Our nervous systems are not designed for 24-hour combat for months on end. The loose ends of our self-esteem and self-worth unravel quickly under the strain of constant threat. The emotional healing and forgiveness that is required for a soldier to come home from a tour of service will last at least as long as the tour, and for many people, 10 times that long.
If we are going to continue to promote war as a solution to our collective insecurity, then we must be prepared to commit to the rehabilitation of the young boys who come home alive, yet broken and emotionally damaged. Our military budget should, without question, be committed to the healing at least as much as the killing. Otherwise, we become our own enemy.
The worst abandonment we can perpetuate is on the young men we sent to battle. We are responsible for the healing of the troops we send to kill.
Surgery ~ (dum dum duuuum)
Well, here we go again ~ surgery Thursday, and I will be out of writing commission for just a little while...but stay tuned, as I am certain even this will bring me something wonderful to share.
xoxo and much, much, MUCH love ~
Stay tuned and see you soon :-)
xoxo and much, much, MUCH love ~
Stay tuned and see you soon :-)
Friday, November 9, 2012
Life's Simple Rules for Living. (Elephant Journal 11/8)
Digging Through the Muck
During a recent conversation, and in a moment that I’m sure was marked by the exasperation of wanting very much to understand, but not quite knowing the way forward—my most dearest friend, took a long, deep breath and said to me, “I just don’t know what to do.”We were having one of those conversations, the deep and soulful—and sometimes painful sort that often takes place before we are able to learn and grow. It was one of those forever moments, that we mentally bookmark—never knowing at the time its true value, but knowing enough to tuck it away for a second look.
Life is just this way. It likes to sometimes hide its messages and lessons, in ways that force us to dig deep through the thickest of mud and muck to find the gem inside.
And sometimes in the digging through we find something most surprising: that the “gem” was there inside us, all along.
Sometimes, we don’t always know what to do.
Sometimes, there is nothing we can do.
And sometimes, the things we are supposed to be doing get lost in the complexity and emotion of those things we are trying so desperately to understand. It’s in these cases, where it becomes most important to fall back to basics—and remember life’s simple rules for living.
It’s not a very long list, after all. But if you dig through the muck and the mud long enough, you might just find that gem inside.
Life’s Simple Rules for Living
1. Upon waking up, and before your toes touch the floor…
…always remember to take a moment to do a mental count of all those things that make you smile, and all of those many reasons you are forever and so endlessly grateful. And then, when your toes do
touch the floor… let it be a reminder to carry all these things in your
heart as you move forward through your day. This is my process every
morning. It works pretty well. Unless, I step on a Lego, in which case, I
fall back to my bed and repeat that process all over again.
2. Coffee, first thing…
…and before you even brush your teeth.
Maybe also have it set on a timer so that when you wake up that
beautiful aroma surrounds you, kind of like a “welcome mat” for your
day. I do this too—only these days, I fill my cup with decaf. But that
aroma remains the same.
3. Hot towels, right after a shower…
…for me are a Godsend. I know it
seems frivolous and probably way too much of an indulgence, but if you
don’t have one, get a towel warmer. Just for you. There’s nothing like
being swallowed up by an oversized, super fluffy, hot towel. Hot towels
are good for your soul—I’m convinced of it.
4. Read, everything…
…because good stories, particularly the
farthest-fetchiest ones, are the ones that build hope and dreams, and
set our hearts to believe that everything is a possibility. And
good stories seem always to find their way to the “happily ever after”
—no matter how difficult or complicated or twisty the story line.
5. Go for walks in the woods, long ones.
And don’t take anyone with you. Be alone
if even just for 15 minutes. There’s a beauty and a magnificence in this
solitude, as you’re surrounded by an entire world of nature.
This world is oblivious to all the interference in our days—the
problems, the issues, the upsets. In nature, there is no sense of
urgency, no marking of time. It’s the only place that I have ever felt
so completely still.
6. It doesn’t matter.
Don’t get me wrong, some things matter, but in general, most of this stuff that we experience is just the noise of this life that surrounds us.
At the end of the day, and in a much bigger way—these things only serve
to steal away the fullness of those more beautiful moments. In the end,
it’s what we have experienced and the love that we have shared that
matters most of all. The memories that we create will still stand firmly
in our place when our bodies are long gone from this earth. Our legacy
is everything.
7. Simplify everything.
The big stuff and the little stuff, too. Take the easiest route from point A to point B, and eliminate all those extra steps our chattering minds would love always to insert on our behalf. Simplicity allows us the space to breathe.8. Stop worrying.
Sometimes things are not always as they
seem. Sometimes there are bits and pieces of the greater whole that are
not always entirely visible in that moment when our minds begin the
process of filling in the blanks. And sometimes the blanks are there for
a very special purpose: adding to the mystery and magic of our lives
and this great universe. Our energy is better spent in appreciating
those little things that we can see fully. Like a tree bending in the
wind, or a puppy sleeping on the edge of a couch. Or, in a friend saying
to you, I’m here, now and I love you so fully and completely. It’s the worry that keeps us from being fully and completely here.
9. Laugh until your belly hurts.
This comes only after the long walking
and the simplifying and the non-worrying. Find that one thing in your
day, or that one memory that will creep up on you as a small giggle, or
ends up stopping you in your tracks as you struggle to catch your breath
and wipe the tears from your eyes. Because laughing this hard tears
down all of the made up bullshit that is around us. And laughing this
hard can take away any pain (no matter what). Laughing this hard can
bring together even the most farthest away of spirits. And, laughing
this hard leaves a wake of silliness and joy in its place. So laugh
until your belly hurts, or until you wet your pants—whichever it is that
may come first. It doesn’t matter, just laugh.
10. Memories are like little time capsules.
We choose what it is that gets so neatly
locked into place for “discovery” so many moments further into our
future. This time capsule has no limit—no capacity, no fill line. It’s
endless, and waiting for you to fully embrace that moment and fill it
with everything you’ve got. That’s why, when we can hear a song, or
smell a faint scent wafting through the air…it instantly carries us back
to that special place. And it’s also why, when I hold a peanut in my
hand I think of that most unfortunate squirrel, who in spite of his best
attempts still ended up taking one straight to the noggin. Myself? I’m a
memory pack rat. I stuff it all in. Because I want to remember all of
it, every moment.
11. It’s okay to dig out all of the pecans from the inside of your favorite butter pecan ice cream.
If it’s what you want, and what will make
your heart smile, then baby, grab your spoon (or fork, if you prefer to
limit the trail of pecan destruction evidence). Whatever it is that
rocks your world, go out and get it. And don’t ever apologize or try to
justify. Just do it. Embrace it. Life is way too short to be stuck in
that silly endless process of wondering whether we should, or should
not. Whether we ought to, or ought not. If it’s in your heart, and what
matters most, then do it. And do it with the greatest flourish, and
flair that you can possibly pack into that experience of finally having what it is that you’ve wished for all your life.
12. Boundaries and limits: they’re not always set in stone.
Sometimes you’ll meet someone with a
crazy sense of adventure and spirit (like me) who’ll not rest until
those limits and boundaries are pushed, and nudged, and finally nudged
again. Some people, like me, are born into this space and role of
continuously testing those limits. It will piss you off and probably
make you crazy, but rest assured, there’s a little reason in all of that
unsettled upset. It’s because, at heart, the person who is most testing
your limits is usually the one that can see beyond potential and far
into possibility. She’s the one who can stare at worthless, unworked
patch of land and see a lifetime of exploration and adventure.
And though sometimes this message can be lost inside the awkwardness of
the pushing and the nudging, rest assured, it is always there for you to
see. “Be limitless, and be in your limitlessness. Everything is possible.”
13. Love is the “takeaway.”
No matter where we are, and no matter
where our paths may take us…no matter if we walk our paths together, or
stumble along on our way alone, love is always the takeaway. And we
should carry it in only the most special of ways, tucked closely and
forever to our hearts, and look to it in these sometimes seemingly
impossible situations, because…love is what carries us, and love is what
gets carried on long after we are gone.
Sometimes there is nothing we can do.
But in every situation and circumstance it is always our choice in how to live inside each and every day. So, be forever mindful—and never forget, these little life lessons learned along the way.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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