I am whooped. My kitchen has not seen that much action in the three years I’ve lived here. Heck, I don’t think my kitchen anywhere has ever seen that much action, at least not from me. LOL
I slaved for three hours cooking 11 meals to include salmon, scallops, ground chicken with taco flavor, sweet sausage, new potatoes, romaine lettuce, peas and Brussels sprouts. My feet are sore and my shoulders ache.
I don’t like to cook, never have and maybe just maybe someday I might tolerate it. I am a confirmed bachelorette. I go to the gym four or five times weekly for 90 minutes each day. When the gym was closed because of the virus, I walked almost daily, used hand weights and did an ab workout. Not the same as the gym. I also took up eating ice cream and lots of it, pizza, etc. I gained 30 pounds.
The other day I called my daughter teary-eyed and said, ‘I’m fat.’ She chuckled and said, ‘Mom, it’s your diet. I’ll help you.’ I went over to her house a few days later. We went grocery shopping and she cooked for me. We made 11 containers of food adding up to anywhere from 270 calories to 350 per container. We did it again together the next week. At that point, I had dropped eight pounds. I’m only allowed 1,200 calories per day and not to exceed 100 grams of protein.
Backstory: I was married to a chef for 25 years, so I got a little spoiled. Yes, I cooked for the kids – spaghetti, fried chicken strips (those were good), meatloaf, hamburgers, mac and cheese with little ham cubes – when he wasn’t home. They didn’t starve. LOL.
Last night was my first solo go. For the life of me, I could not figure the scale out. I had one pound of ground chicken. After cooking, I tried my darndest to weigh it out. It just wasn’t working, so I called my daughter. She put us on FaceTime. It took a minute for me to figure out how to flip the phone, so she could see the digital scale. ‘Add food. Keep going. There, that’s 4 ounces.’ I said, ‘There’s not that much meat left.’ It dawned on her, ‘Mom, it weighs less after cooking.’ Hello, Lori. LOL
As time went by, I got a little more comfortable with the whole idea of it. I thought if Sydney (my daughter) could see me now. Next thing I knew she was on the phone. She said I called her. I apologized, disconnected and continued dancing.
Toward the end, I had one last question for her. She didn’t answer. I thought she might be going to sleep. It was 8:50 p.m. After a while, I finally got it. I’m sure I will become sufficient with this. I’m hoping next week it won’t take as long.
I took a photo of my containers stacked in the frig. I decided I would wait until tomorrow to send it.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
I tried something new this week. I asked people on my Facebook Page, “Life in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – Mayberry It Is,” to post topics they would like to read about in my blog. In exchange, I would gift a 15-minute reading. I had two responses – “Soul Journey’s” and “When the Heart Sings.” I decided to do weave them together, as to how they relate to my life, your life, everyone’s life. We all have a story.
The journey. Yes, you might say we’re all on a journey and we are, but then there’s those who know they are on their path, a journey to enlightenment, which includes loving yourself, loving others, being ‘One’ with all to include plants, animals and minerals, being of service to others and finally co-creating with the ‘God Source.’
To get to the above space, isn’t always the easiest. Healing is a big part of the journey, healing things that happened to you and then forgiving others and yourself. When you realize you’re on your journey, it changes the way you look at life. In some instances, you may start having experiences – perhaps seeing auras around people, seeing Spirit, knowing information without prior knowledge, having gut feelings, etc. At first, you try to explain the experiences away, but Spirit will continue, until you realize there is no point. My belief is that meditation helps to grow your gifts – going to classes and being with like-minded people are helpful too. And when you start having more and more experiences, the more it becomes a romance of sorts. Yes, your heart sings.
Living your 3-D life may become a struggle. I am a Spiritualist Medium and freelance writer. I wrote for the Lake Edition of the Orlando Sentinel for 17 years. I now write an article or two once weekly for Hometown News based in Volusia County. This week I asked my editor if he had a story for me. Ha, be careful what you ask for. He sent a couple of newsy type stories and I was not happy. I struggled for at least a day. I did not write a story this week, which made my heart sing. It felt good to let him know where I stood and it allowed me to decompress when I said, ‘No.’ I went to the beach twice this week, which also made my heart sing.
As we grow on our spiritual path, allow the changes to take place. Life is a journey that has the potential to make our hearts sing.
Many Blessings of Peace and Love!
Every single one of us has a dream, something we want to attain. Sometimes people keep their dreams inside and never take them out. It can be a little scary at times – the success/failure mentality. Some never get over it and just stay in their little world. And that’s OK. It’s what their life path is to be.
I have plans, goals, and yes sometimes it is a little scary because you can’t really take anyone with you or tell anyone about them. If you do, choose wisely. Naysayers are not part of your plan. It’s best to keep your cards close to your chest. Be careful as to who you trust. Your plans are yours – others may not have your vision. Do not allow negativity or self-doubt to creep in.
Eventually, you do have to let people in, so your plans will come to fruition. Allow Spirit – guides, family members and friends on the higher side of life – to assist you. Be sure to tune in.
At some point in your journey, you just have to believe everything will come together. If it is meant to be, it will happen – maybe not in the way you think it should, but it will happen. Allow.
This may not seem like a big deal to you, but I had no idea what I was going to write for this blog today. This morning I pondered it for a bit while lying in bed. Still nothing. Ha. What did I do? I got up and kept going. I fixed my hot tea, sat at my PC and looked up quotes. It’s what I do for inspiration sometimes.
“Your limitation—it's only your imagination.” – Unknown
“Push yourself, because no one else is going to do it for you.” – Rhyanna Watson
“Do it now sometimes later becomes never.” – Anonymous
“Great things never come from comfort zones.” – Anonymous
“Success doesn't just find you, you have to go out and get it.” – Unknown “The harder you work for something, the greater you'll feel when you achieve it.” – Unknown
Good ones, yes?
At times you might get distracted from your dreams. Don’t let those distractions get in your way. I sometimes care too much about people and other things going on. Pay attention to who and what you put your energy into. Don’t put yourself and your dreams on the back-burner for others. It’s OK if you lose your way momentarily – just pay attention. Once you realize it, refocus your energy into your dreams. Trust me – when you do that, your dreams will manifest.
I pushed through to complete this goal – writing my blog. I was determined to do it, so I did. Deadlines work for me. Believe in yourself. You can accomplish your goals and dreams too!
Many Blessings of Peace and Love!
There are two meanings to the phrase Monkey See, Monkey Do. Here I’m referring to imitation. When someone copies me, it irritates me at times. Friends say it’s no big deal – you should take it as a compliment, so I try. After a while, I think why. Why can’t people have their own thoughts and carry them out?
Universe, I do not need to know that answer. Just a point to be made. Have you every put a question out the universe and then get shown why? Yikes! Be mindful of what you ask.
I have actually had people read my blog and the next day use the same words from it when speaking to the public. I’m like really? No, it’s not a coincidence. It has happened more than once. Plus, there is no such thing as a coincidence.
Backstory: I was a freelance writer for the Lake Edition of the Orlando Sentinel for 17 years. I wrote people features on those interesting folks in the community. A writer for a Lake County magazine wrote the same people features after I did. At least he would call to get his own quotes. Finally, after several stories had been copied, I told my editor who made a call to the writer’s editor. Yep, before I knew it, the writer called and asked why I complained. Really? Find your own stories or at least interview different people.
Back Backstory: This reminds me when I was kid and I used to annoy my sisters by copying what they said. LOL. I would do it for sometimes over an hour. LOL. Perhaps, this is all payback for that. LOL.
I teach Intuition Development classes. Yes, everything I have learned came from somewhere and at times I use the tools that I was taught by other teachers, which in turn was taught to them by other teachers. So, in a sense, I have done the same as my examples above. However, my intention is sincere and the bulk of my classes are based on my master teacher/friend/business partner’s teachings. She is on the higher side of life now, and I know that she is with me when I teach. I know that she is appreciative of her work continuing on.
I can see the thought process in taking it as a compliment. I get it. The writer really didn’t mean any harm in it. He more than likely didn’t have time to find his own stories. But what about the person who copies my ideas from blogs and other places and uses them as if it was his bright idea?
The real question for me is: Was it done innocently or to hurt me, to give me that jab? In reality, does it really matter. I have to remind myself of the bottom line: It truly is a mindset.
Blessing of Peace and Love!
Grammy loves her Dante, my new 14-year-old Corgi housemate. There have been tough times though. Times of tears. I’ve had a dog before, so I thought this would be a breeze. He knows me. He’s known me for seven years. However, he did not know my home. The transition made him a little stressed, well a little more than a little. He bit his back leg, so much that I had to finally get a cone. Poor thing. After using different types of remedies, it started to heal. As you can imagine, the cone was not something he liked. Who would?
Since a youngster, Dante had been kettle trained. When I left for more than two hours, he went inside. And of course, he likes the ones with very little holes because it makes him feel safe. He’s a rescue. He and his cone head barely fit into his ‘house.’ Somehow, he bit the sides of his cone and finally completely wrecked his house. It was on its last legs. I went out to buy a pillow cone. He seemed much happier with it. When I left and came back, he chewed his leg raw. I cried like a baby, probably worse. I wondered why my healing abilities weren’t coming into play. Later, in a better state of mind, I reminded myself that healing only occurs when it is supposed to, so my agenda was a moot point. If it is to be, it will be. Thank goodness the old cone was still usable. It wasn’t long and his larger house and new cone arrived.
Everything is going well again. His leg is mending and he’s finally getting used to his larger house with holes to see everything. He still wears his cone. I’m hoping it won’t be long and I’ll be able to keep it off for good.
On another note but related, I took my crystals off my dresser top to dust and put them back the way I thought they should be. Spirit always makes changes. A small, clear, glass ball moved across the dresser. I thought nothing of it and put it back. The next day as I walked by the dresser my sodalite fell off or was pushed off onto the ground. Cool, right? I noticed the small ball had moved again. This time I left it.
I went to my daughter’s house to pick up Dante’s new bed. I told her the sodalite story. She asked, ‘Did Dante eat it?’ Yikes! The thought never crossed my mind that he would. I said, ‘Are you kidding me? I would be crying my eyes out and he would be here right now.’ We laughed.
I brought home his new bed. He had a field day in it. Made my heart warm and brought joy, so I videoed it and sent it to my daughter. Good times!
Blessing of Peace and Love!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.