The Gal Herself bestowed this award on yours truly but something this awesome does not come without rules, you know. Â I have to list five (5!!) fabulous facts about myself.
So here goes nothing!
1. Â I can be surrounded by piles and piles of clutter and be bothered not one bit. Â But let me see ONE misplaced apostrophe and it will just set me off. (I’m not sure that’s such a faboo thing about me, now that I think of it.)
2. Like Gal, I rarely get lonely.  As an only child with a sick father, I learned to be comfortable with just my own company. Too much time spent in anyone else’s energy and I get kinda squirrelly.
3. Â And adding on to that, I know it’s weird but I prefer to sleep alone (or with my cats). Â I can’t stand anyone’s snoring and just like to be on my own. Been doing that for most of my life (sleeping alone, that is) and it makes me happy. Â Previous boyfriend said I could either sleep with him or the cats but not both. Â I got him a nice bed in the other room. Â (This is all true.)
4. Â I love love love new notebooks and colored markers. Â In fact, I started writing in my journal in colored markers because it all flowed out much easier. Â Pens limit me. Markers free me.
5.  I’m learning to let my dorky twelve year old sit in the passenger seat and the High Priestess gets to drive.  It’s very scary and there’s a lot of  … feelings … I have yet to sort out about it but I think in due time, HP and the 12yo will get along fine.  (A nice lady at work – you know, the rich one who loves to give me beautiful jewelery? She brought me back the coolest necklace – and I have christened it my “HP of the Woo” sacred necklace.  It’s light, airy, and really neat.  Will take a pic and post it soon.)
Anyway, I am passing on this award to my favorite bloggy peeps:
The Gal – even though she’s already gotten it and has done her homework – I love that you update so often and I always read between your lines and know when you’re happy or sad or just mopey. Â Can’t wait until we meet in March!
Best friend Kara over at Conduit of Joy – you’re fabulous for putting yourself out there even when / especially when it’s scary. Â I asked the Universe for a best friend who spoke the woo. Â You are all that and more. Â Thank you for being YOU.
Mystical, Magical Jody – midwife to fledgling writers and spazzy intuitives. Â I think you are one of the coolest peeps I know. Â I can’t wait to meet you in person. Keep on writing and I’ll keep reading!
I’m also sending props out to two non-bloggers – both of them named Christine!
Niece of Artsy-Fartsy Christine – I love you more every day. Â Thank you for being one of the sane members of the Tribe and making me feel loved. Â You are fabulous – just as you are. Â JUST AS YOU ARE. (/bridget jones)
LiveAfloat Christine – always smiling that sweet smile – laughing with me at Pilates, being a Woo Woo guinea peeg, and just being a fabulous chick in your own right. Â Love love love you!!
Title: Were ya worried?
(the header thingy is not working – again!)
Chello, peeps! Despite not updating for almost a week, I can say with all certainty that I am, indeed, still alive. YEY!
Every once in a while my second chakra gets clogged and I lose all ability to be creative and so SP goes dark. I’d love to shift the blame for that to someone/thing else but I can’t. It’s all mine.
Here’s a bulleted list of what’s been consuming my time this past week:
* Pilates: I love it! I cannot believe I’ve found something physical that totally takes me out of my head and plops me square into my body. The teacher is wonderful and I have such fun in the class that the hour flies by. It’s a bit pricey compared to a gym membership (10 weekly classes for $250) but even if I do it for just ten weeks, I think I will get a lot of benefit from it. I suspect it’s an integral piece of my growth in the coming year. I have to learn how carry big energy – just not through my body (think: expanding waistline).
* Angry Birds: Damn addictive game. I think I play this for about 35 minutes every night before bed. Curses to the girl who does my nails for hipping me to it. Is there an Intervention for Angry Birds??
* Speaking of Intervention - I love that show (unless they are showing heroin addicts shooting up through their toes. Eww!) We are fortunate to have no addicts in the family (food issues are a whole ‘nother thing for our group, though) so watching people go through this is fascinating to me. (That’s because it’s from the safety of my bed. I’d really hate all the attendant drama if it were real life.) The psychology major in me loves hearing the backstory – the things that caused the person to use drugs. Clearly I’m not alone in my addiction to the show: Fred Armisen over at Funny Or Die.
*My new candid reality addiction? Heavy. It’s not at all exploitative and I can relate to their stories (sadly). Don’t judge. At least I provide linkage, right?
* Exciting news! I am going to be working directly with Andrea Hess on her new program called “Inspired Income Mastery” In addition to the program itself (which looks hella cool), she offered a mentoring option to have six sessions with her on the phone. It’s a fabulous opportunity to get coaching/mentoring on a personal basis so I snatched it right up. Of all the teachers I’ve had, Andrea is the one that’s impacted me the most in practical day-to-day work. My goal this year is to get Practically Intuitive out there in full force so I can leave that really exciting and fun day job and fly! This is one step closer to that goal. Hold on to yer hats, kids!
(Damn, I wish I had her boobies. Just pretend this is me because in my fantasy life, it is! heh)
Finally, I’m coming to terms with stepping into the full energy of what I have chosen to do in this lifetime. (Sounds sooo serious, doesn’t it??) Someone close to me calls me the “High Priestess of WooWoo” and I realized that I carry a lot of “high priestess” energy but it’s always been hidden. Making that part of me fully visible requires courage and a willingness to stop hiding. I’m probably not explaining it well but that’s the energy I was talking about above – the one that I can carry with me – just not in my body.
When I put the intention out there to the Universe that I wanted PI to be fully sustaining by year end, I also accepted the work that goes with it. Not only are the energies speeding up in the macrocosm, but here in the microcosm as well. Look at all the shifts that have gone on in the country just since the beginning of the year. Things are speeding up, energetically. Lots going on that we cannot see but will impact us greatly. So, I’ve chosen to move with it and work on stuff that’s in my way now so I can fully and completely bring into form the intuitive practice I’ve been longing for. Wish me luck!
Whew! Lots to say, hmm?
** Picture from Deviant Art
So, here we are at Day 30 of Troofs. This one is hard and I’m not gonna pretend mine will even be half as awesome as The Gal’s entry but it will be from the my heart, so there’s that.
Here we go: Day 30 :: A letter to yourself. Tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.
Dear Lisa,
Know what? The very best thing about you is your tender heart. Remember Care Bears? How could you have been anything *but* TenderHeart Bear? You don’t hold grudges, want love and light and happiness for just about everyone and know how to let your heartlight shine. When you love someone, you love them with all your heart. (Um, and when you don’t? You don’t with all your heart!) Those whom you love know it without question. Just like there was nothing left unsaid between you and Lauren – she knew, unequivocally, how you felt about her.
The second best thing about you is your willingness to be a dorky 12 year old and show that to the world. Most people have an inner dork and when one finds the other, it’s like a secret hand signal or something is exchanged. If truth be known, that’s really the best side of you. Your inner dork = love.
Growing and changing and being the best Lisa you can be while on this earth is your fondest wish. (That and those damn shoes!) You will never be complacent about that.
One day you will come to realize what a gift you have in writing and doing the woo-work. You sort of know it now but don’t fully get it. You will. It’s the work of your soul and you know that fully. The more you bring it out, the stronger it gets.
To sum up, you’re a sweetie. Sometimes a moody sweetie. But always a sweetie.
Love,
Me
And then I can go back to lying my ass off and making shit up about my life. Because that’s how I roll, baybee!
So, I’ve been in a teeny grumpy rut for the past week or so and was having trouble summoning up the requisite love and light stuff over on Practically Intuitive. Started writing a bit about clearing astral entities (I am getting many clients of late loaded down with them) but that just wasn’t happening. When words become stilted to me, I know it’s not time to write that. Anyway, was reminded (thank you Angels) of my last “Ask an Intuitive” post where I got a good response from readers just asking me questions about something in their life. I would go through and respond with whatever came to me.
When I did it last time, the first person who asked and I answered responded with “Sorry, no. That’s not it at all.” That was awesome to have as a very first comment, right?? LOL Didn’t seem to bother anyone, though. I had about 10 people pose questions.
This time, though, my friend Anna at Psychic but Sane put it out on her Facebook page and her twitter feed and WHOA! I got a ton of people visit the site. On each of the two days I ran this, I got about 300 hits (I usually get about 100 a day). And forty people responded with queries. Very interesting and fun and it totally -totally- pulled me out of my stuck place. Not only that, but I got a bunch of new email subscribers and a couple reading requests. YEY!
So, sludge is gone and I’m back to troofing with consequences. Aren’t you so very, very lucky?
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Just once, really, and the thought of what it might do to those I loved (okay, mostly just Lauren) was enough to pull me back from the edge. It wasn’t even a real thought – more like “It’d be nice to just make all this go away.” So, never seriously. That’s not my gig. I’ll stay ’til I’m done.
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
My excitement about what 2011 will bring for Practically Intuitive. I am hell bent on making that business successful and plan on new offerings and ramping up the marketing and getting my name out there big time. Also, my godson who is the light of my life. And possibly shoes. (you know the ones)
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
I love Gal’s response to this so so much that I am outright stealing it: “This question annoys me because it assumes I’m both sexually active and young enough to get pregnant. We’re not all potential breeders, about to board the ark in pairs, you know.” (Also too, menopause so just no. No babies, no how. Obviously, I can convince others to have them for me, right?)
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Predictably, I’d say my chubs. I’m down with the “hopey, changey” thing and it springs eternal when it comes to me and my body. Joined the gym again (sigh) and will be going there with some regularity but will not be blowing my knees out or anything like last time. My goal is to get there and do the best I can. (Is that sad? Do I suck?)
Also, too: I need to stop following the Sarah Palin blogs but I just cannot seem to help myself. FEH.
Oh, and don’t tell me this manifesting thing I’ve been doing isn’t working! I chose $600 for November’s amount so we can get Max’s teeth cleaned. I got two readings ($150) but by the end of the month wasn’t any closer to the $600. Which made sense since I chose the word “consciousness” and got so much dissonance in the first few days of it that I gave up. (You’re not supposed to do it that way, you know.) But when I look back at the month, while I sorta blew my consciousness around food, I upped it on a couple levels. Anyway – long story short: A woman at work who gives me extra $$ to be her assistant’s back up remembered that she hadn’t paid me for the last 6 months. (I feel guilty taking the money because I would do the work anyway but she insisted.) She gave me a check for (wait for it) $600! Ta-Da! So, last month I manifested $750. Woo hoo!
Gonna aim for more again this month and pick a word that’s closer to what I think my vibration might be. That way, it won’t create so much dissonance.
Wow … I did have a lot to say, yes?
Then again, maybe you can!
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Short and simple answer: because my work on this physical plane is not yet complete. When I get to a point where it is finished, I’ll be ready to move to the next plane of existence.
Bottom line: you’re stuck with me for now.
Did you know:
1. The wonderful and most talented Jody – frequent commenter here and on Practically Intuitive – has started a blog of her own? You can find her over at Carr Talk. I hope this sticks around a while. I like reading the thoughts in her head.
2. that I read a blog called “Confessions of a Cashier” and actually look forward to each post? I just like her way of complaining. It sounds like the voice in my own head.
3. Speaking of complaining – I need some days off where I don’t have to deal with people. Damn. I hate it. I should be thankful that I deal with mostly nice ones and not the kind that Cashier (above) runs into every day. (repeats to self: gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, cookies, gratitude … ad infinitum.)
Speaking of Cookies – we may be getting a new doggie!! Our neighbor volunteers at the local pet adoption place and is fostering a sweet – beyond sweet – golden retriever named Sandy (female) whom we met tonight. Now y’all know that I’m a cat lady through and through but I fell totally in love with this pupster. We’ll see how she does with kitty cats which will be the deciding factor (well, that and that she won’t bite Max’s face off like Pirate Doggie did in April). Pics to follow. Her name as given is Sandy but she shall be renamed Cookie when we officially adopt her. Wheee!
In honor of our impending (I hope) new family member, here’s a goggie fuh youze:
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30 Days of Honesty rolls on. Today, Day 4:
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Long story:
When I was just a year old, I was given a baby doll for Christmas. She was named Angel (and yes, my mom said I named her so you know I was hooked up to them early on.) and I pretty much went nowhere without her. Cousin O’Love really hated her and used to step on her head. (I could go Freudian on you about that but I digress.) Suffice to say that Angel and I were inseparable for much of my childhood.
When I was about ten years old, we got some new neighbors in the apartment next door – the new maintenance man, his wife and their two daughters. The mom was really young, as I recall. Maybe 18 or so and had two kids already. I used to babysit for her now and again and got to be friendly with them. I brought Angel over there so they could play with her. Something happened and the maintenance guy got fired and the family had to move and do it quickly so they packed up and left, almost in the middle of the night. Of course, Angel was packed up with them.
I did some investigative work (no idea how I did this since there was no Google at the time) and found the phone number of the couple, called the nice lady and asked for Angel back. She was sorry she took her and said she didn’t have a car but I could come pick her up and gave me her address. I ran in and told Mom who said “I’m not driving to that neighborhood. It’s not a safe place.” and that was that. Angel was gone.
As you can imagine, I was heartbroken. Cried and cried and cried to my dad. (Since he was blind, he couldn’t drive. Mom was the driver in the house.) He sat me down and said this: “Okay, so she has Angel now. That little girl doesn’t have much in her life and now she has a piece of you. Maybe that will help her somehow.” And that has stuck with me all these years (40 of them, actually). It really did make me feel better about losing Angel.
Years ago, before Mom died, I asked her why she didn’t go and get Angel. She said she couldn’t remember why and that she was sorry for not going. I didn’t want to forgive her then.
I will now.
Mom, I know you hear me when I say this: I understand that a lot was going on and I forgive you for not understanding what losing Angel truly meant to me.
I love you.
(Let’s hope Day 5 is cheerier! If I could scan in a picture of Angel, you’d laugh. She was just this dorky doll with no hair. But I loved her.)
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