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Living The Grand Dream

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“The way in which you personally make a difference and contribute to world transformation is through pursuing your dream. Your purpose in life is to fulfill your dream. No matter how big or how small, all dreams are interconnected and make up the Grand Dream of an awakened world where everyone is free, . . .” – N Ellis

TreeWaterSkyLive your dreams “they” say, but how can you fully live your dreams when most of your time goes to financially supporting yourself and your family? Many people say that their dreams don’t pay the bills and they have no choice but to work 9 to 5, in order to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. When you have to spend 40 hours or more a week working so that you can eat and have a place to live, there is no time to live your dreams. Sometimes there is not even enough time to dream. Something is wrong with this picture.

Although most of us have been convinced that “this is just the way it is”, this way of life is not natural and certainly not spiritually, emotionally or physically healthy or conducive to well-being. Working to support your life instead of allowing life to support you is out of whack with the natural order of how life truly works. Continue reading →

When You’re Okay And Everyone Else Is Not

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“So, to all my lovely friends who worry that I must need support (or there might be something wrong with me), I say this: I do have support. It’s in the deep knowing that there is hidden perfection in the seeming chaos.” L Lothian

WomenSittingOnDeckWithCupMy healthy, athletic 60-year-old husband had a stroke four days ago. He collapsed while visiting his elderly parents in a a small town at least an eight hour drive from Vancouver–as the story goes, he stood up from the sofa to head toward the dining room for dinner and felt dizzy.

Next thing he knew he was regaining consciousness on the floor, bleeding from a head wound that would later require stitches. He soon realized he could not move his right arm and leg. Needless to say, his parents called an ambulance.

I got word of what was happening almost immediately–his mom called his son, who Facebook messaged me. (One of the blessings of FB, I suppose). A flurry of calls ensued: I spoke with his distraught mother. I called his daughter. I emailed a few of his closest friends. And I reached out to all the healers we know for long-distance healings.

During all of this I found myself in a state of calm.

I don’t mean post shock numbness. I have been in shock before–at the sudden death of my father, mother, near death of my son twice, sudden death of a dear friend. All of these events had a surreal quality — the gut wrenching adrenalin rush on receiving the news. The racing heart. The shallow breathing. The detachment that follows the first wave of angst. Continue reading →