The process we use to communicate with one another is often more complex than it needs to be. We all have the ability to communicate one way or another, though there are barriers to contend with such as language (and so forth) but that shouldn’t deter us right?
I started volunteering for the Reiki program at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in April of this year. I’ve been assigned to two oncology pods in which I give reiki sessions to patients from both Brigham and Women’s and Dana Farber Cancer Institute. So far I’ve seen a wide range of patients suffering from everything imaginable. Oftentimes the patient doesn’t speak— or understand English— but I still manage to communicate with them because it goes beyond comprehending words.
“A” was one of my very first patients and he spoke very little English. His nurse felt strongly that “A” would greatly benefit from and enjoy a reiki session and urged me to go see him. Once I discovered that he didn’t speak English I was tempted to call for a translator but decided to give it a try and see what I could come up with.
I couldn’t help but stare at the pictures of “A”s” baby and wife on the wall. This very young man had a bad prognosis and did not look well at all. His eye color couldn’t be distinguished and all you could see was red—so very red…it broke my heart. I communicated with him the only way I know how—through my heart and he didn’t hesitate so I gave “A” his first reiki session— during which he fell sound asleep. As I left his room I hoped that I made a difference somehow.
“A” remained in the hospital, I— continued to give him sessions each week— began to notice how much better he looked and his spirits began to lift. Two weeks ago today I couldn’t get over how fantastic he looked and wondered if he would be released to go home.
Last week I popped my head into his room and noticed he was standing and walking around. His wife and baby were visiting and I told them I would give them some time together and check back. I had another reiki practitioner with me who has just joined our team and was showing her the ropes as far as hospital procedures go. When we returned to give “A” his session, he had literally just taken a turn for the worst and the doctors were in there trying to stabilize him. His wife came out to inform us that her husband was really looking forward to his session today and she then proceeded to break down. We then took her to the family room, gave her reiki, and once we were done, with tears in her eyes she told us “Now I see why my husband love reiki so much”.
“A’s” nurse didn’t know if he would survive the night. I informed our coordinator of the situation and she put him on the referral list to receive reiki from the next shift of volunteers.
When I arrived at the hospital today I was informed that “A” passed away yesterday. From our log books I saw that he was placed on CMO (comfort measures only) and received a few more sessions since last week.
Today just wasn’t the same. “A” has been there since the beginning of my new journey and now he is on a new journey of his own.
When I offer a patient a reiki session and they’ve never heard of, or want to hear more about it, I explain the process but I never expect anyone to believe— just because I said so—my hope is that they will experience it and decide for themselves. When they feel better, they know, and then want more. It’s all about how they/you feel. I wasn’t able to explain reiki to “A” with words but I still communicated with him just fine. RIP “A”.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
From Rabbit Hole to "AHA!" Moment
From February:
The week leading up to my hospital admission was full of orchestrated events and was full of signs and clues — unknown to me at the time–but thankfully revealed in due time.
The opportunity to work two additional jobs opened up for me that week. One of them, I help fill in occasionally and the other—at a florist— was temporary through Valentine’s Day. The days were very long but despite being exhausted, I was excited.
Besides having some extra unplanned and much needed money to help with bills, I decided that no matter what, I was taking as much as I needed to enroll in my level one Reiki course. This is something that has been eating away at me. I have been kicking myself for not doing it sooner. One of my dreams has been to become a Reiki Master. There are so many ways I know I can “give back”. Through Reiki, I have no doubt the vast amount of people I will help.
I worked at the florist the entire day on Saturday and I had two more full days to work. By the time I got home my arm was hurting me pretty bad. Because of my Lymphedema, I knew I had to take care of it or I could be in big trouble. It was too late. Somehow I knew this but was in a state of denial.
I climbed into bed and was trembling all over. I was hopeful until my temperature rose slightly and I knew it was only a matter of time before it would spike and this would, in turn, lead to sepsis. I had to go to the hospital and I knew I would be admitted. My daughter helped me pack.
It didn’t take long to establish that I was being admitted. I was settled in an ER bay and approached with an offer by the doctor. He told me that I could be admitted to Brigham, or choose to transfer to their other hospital, Faulkner, with which I am very familiar with as well. He went on to point out that Faulkner is comprised of all private rooms and free parking. This I already know. I also know that it’s beautiful and the food is exceptionally good! It should have been a no-brainer. My impulse was to take the offer but my instinct (which I call my “nag”) said no. It was so difficult. I went back and forth in my head and I struggled with the decision.
I decided to listen to my nag and stay put.
Once admitted and settled in my room, it dawned on me that I was there for a reason bigger than the obvious. I was so busy feeling the anguish over the fact that my plans for the next few days have been thwarted and once again I have fallen down a Rabbit Hole. Why?
I know the Rabbit Hole all too well. Now it was time to practice what I preach. The Rabbit Hole opened below me for a reason. I know what I’m supposed to do when I fall. Having the courage is one thing, having the faith is quite another. This is a test. The difficult part for me is, lack of patience. I know full well that if I do what I’m supposed to do, the answers will be revealed. But it could be hours, days, weeks or months before I get my “AHA!” moment. Ugh!
Recognizing this gave me a smidget of hope. It was a baby step and I felt good so I knew I was in the right direction. I know that my job, once I fall down, is to just… be. Be extra good to myself. Pamper myself. Find joy somehow. Do something until I feel inspired. Open up, pay attention and watch for the clues. Go with the flow from that place inside that can only be accessed if you surrender and trust in yourself.
Okay, so far so good.
I was feeling better both physically and mentally until the doctor approached me with a fact that threw me off balance. The blood cultures began to grow something out that could potentially be a strain of bacteria that tends to attach itself to the heart valves. Because of my heart rate and a new murmur they were hearing, there was a good possibility that I would need some pretty invasive tests, which, if positive, might require me to spend the next four-to-six weeks. I went on to freak out for the next several hours. Was I wrong about everything? For goodness sakes, don’t surf the internet.
It took some time for me to gather myself. It’s so hard to gain perspective and distinguish the truth when faced with options, especially when one consists solely on blind faith. I took another leap of faith and knew deep down that I could not abandon my belief. I continued to go with the flow. This new, unexpected possibility was just another bump-in-the-road to delay me and I would be fine as long as I stuck by myself. I had to check back in, how did I feel? Good? Okay-still on the right track (I hope).
Wednesday arrived and my chances for releasewere 99%. Capri, one of my favorite nurses, came on duty that morning which made the day even better. I made some friends while I was there and a part of me was sad to go. I was also able to re-connect with a former classmate who is a nurse and works the overnight shift. I had many wonderful experiences during my stay and will perhaps share them at another point in time.
Carpri entered my room to ask me if I was interested in receiving a free Reiki treatment. Apparently it was Reiki Wednesday and she was asked to choose patients to receive Reiki. This made me so happy because I really needed a treatment. I have such an abundance of empathy- which makes being in certain surroundings all the more challenging. This is just what I needed and when I needed it the most.
Later that morning, a very sweet and gentle older woman entered my room to treat me with Reiki. She asked if I ever heard of it. “Heard of it? Yes, since I first received it during my cancer treating days, I have always yearned to learn it and become a Reiki Master. I thought I was finally on my way to earning the money to begin my courses but I ended up in the hospital”. She replied “My dear, what if I told you that you could take your level one and two Reiki courses here, for free, but the only condition is that you would be required to donate one hundred hours of your time treating patients as I am doing today?”
A jolt shot through me as I exclaimed “What? Are you kidding me? The very reason I want to practice Reiki is to donate my time here, at my hospital, the one that connects to Dana Farber and Children’s through the hallways. I’ve wanted this for so long. Money has been my obstacle and you’re telling me that I can do what I long to do for free?” I felt like I hit the lottery. I had my “AHA!” moment!
I will always believe in myself.
If I had not practiced what I preached, I would have missed it all by not paying attention. My most important lesson was re-affirmed. Most importantly, there were choices to be made and had I chosen differently, I might have never known.
With Love and Light,
Wendy
The week leading up to my hospital admission was full of orchestrated events and was full of signs and clues — unknown to me at the time–but thankfully revealed in due time.
The opportunity to work two additional jobs opened up for me that week. One of them, I help fill in occasionally and the other—at a florist— was temporary through Valentine’s Day. The days were very long but despite being exhausted, I was excited.
Besides having some extra unplanned and much needed money to help with bills, I decided that no matter what, I was taking as much as I needed to enroll in my level one Reiki course. This is something that has been eating away at me. I have been kicking myself for not doing it sooner. One of my dreams has been to become a Reiki Master. There are so many ways I know I can “give back”. Through Reiki, I have no doubt the vast amount of people I will help.
I worked at the florist the entire day on Saturday and I had two more full days to work. By the time I got home my arm was hurting me pretty bad. Because of my Lymphedema, I knew I had to take care of it or I could be in big trouble. It was too late. Somehow I knew this but was in a state of denial.
I climbed into bed and was trembling all over. I was hopeful until my temperature rose slightly and I knew it was only a matter of time before it would spike and this would, in turn, lead to sepsis. I had to go to the hospital and I knew I would be admitted. My daughter helped me pack.
It didn’t take long to establish that I was being admitted. I was settled in an ER bay and approached with an offer by the doctor. He told me that I could be admitted to Brigham, or choose to transfer to their other hospital, Faulkner, with which I am very familiar with as well. He went on to point out that Faulkner is comprised of all private rooms and free parking. This I already know. I also know that it’s beautiful and the food is exceptionally good! It should have been a no-brainer. My impulse was to take the offer but my instinct (which I call my “nag”) said no. It was so difficult. I went back and forth in my head and I struggled with the decision.
I decided to listen to my nag and stay put.
Once admitted and settled in my room, it dawned on me that I was there for a reason bigger than the obvious. I was so busy feeling the anguish over the fact that my plans for the next few days have been thwarted and once again I have fallen down a Rabbit Hole. Why?
I know the Rabbit Hole all too well. Now it was time to practice what I preach. The Rabbit Hole opened below me for a reason. I know what I’m supposed to do when I fall. Having the courage is one thing, having the faith is quite another. This is a test. The difficult part for me is, lack of patience. I know full well that if I do what I’m supposed to do, the answers will be revealed. But it could be hours, days, weeks or months before I get my “AHA!” moment. Ugh!
Recognizing this gave me a smidget of hope. It was a baby step and I felt good so I knew I was in the right direction. I know that my job, once I fall down, is to just… be. Be extra good to myself. Pamper myself. Find joy somehow. Do something until I feel inspired. Open up, pay attention and watch for the clues. Go with the flow from that place inside that can only be accessed if you surrender and trust in yourself.
Okay, so far so good.
I was feeling better both physically and mentally until the doctor approached me with a fact that threw me off balance. The blood cultures began to grow something out that could potentially be a strain of bacteria that tends to attach itself to the heart valves. Because of my heart rate and a new murmur they were hearing, there was a good possibility that I would need some pretty invasive tests, which, if positive, might require me to spend the next four-to-six weeks. I went on to freak out for the next several hours. Was I wrong about everything? For goodness sakes, don’t surf the internet.
It took some time for me to gather myself. It’s so hard to gain perspective and distinguish the truth when faced with options, especially when one consists solely on blind faith. I took another leap of faith and knew deep down that I could not abandon my belief. I continued to go with the flow. This new, unexpected possibility was just another bump-in-the-road to delay me and I would be fine as long as I stuck by myself. I had to check back in, how did I feel? Good? Okay-still on the right track (I hope).
Wednesday arrived and my chances for releasewere 99%. Capri, one of my favorite nurses, came on duty that morning which made the day even better. I made some friends while I was there and a part of me was sad to go. I was also able to re-connect with a former classmate who is a nurse and works the overnight shift. I had many wonderful experiences during my stay and will perhaps share them at another point in time.
Carpri entered my room to ask me if I was interested in receiving a free Reiki treatment. Apparently it was Reiki Wednesday and she was asked to choose patients to receive Reiki. This made me so happy because I really needed a treatment. I have such an abundance of empathy- which makes being in certain surroundings all the more challenging. This is just what I needed and when I needed it the most.
Later that morning, a very sweet and gentle older woman entered my room to treat me with Reiki. She asked if I ever heard of it. “Heard of it? Yes, since I first received it during my cancer treating days, I have always yearned to learn it and become a Reiki Master. I thought I was finally on my way to earning the money to begin my courses but I ended up in the hospital”. She replied “My dear, what if I told you that you could take your level one and two Reiki courses here, for free, but the only condition is that you would be required to donate one hundred hours of your time treating patients as I am doing today?”
A jolt shot through me as I exclaimed “What? Are you kidding me? The very reason I want to practice Reiki is to donate my time here, at my hospital, the one that connects to Dana Farber and Children’s through the hallways. I’ve wanted this for so long. Money has been my obstacle and you’re telling me that I can do what I long to do for free?” I felt like I hit the lottery. I had my “AHA!” moment!
I will always believe in myself.
If I had not practiced what I preached, I would have missed it all by not paying attention. My most important lesson was re-affirmed. Most importantly, there were choices to be made and had I chosen differently, I might have never known.
With Love and Light,
Wendy
Say "Cheese!"
We have all taken pictures or have had our picture taken over the years so we know the drill—“Smile” “Say Cheese”—right? I wonder who came up with the idea that when a camera is pointed in our direction, it is our duty to smile for the camera. Go ahead, look at some photo albums and see for yourself how happy everyone appears to be. See? All your life you were well adjusted and happy. I can prove it-look at the pictures!
Last night I was watching something on TV where a child was obviously not happy but his parent pointed the camera and requested the child to pretend to be happy—and then documented it for life.
There’s a fine line when it comes to the saying “Fake it ‘til you make it.” Don’t fake smile for the camera anymore.
I propose a change. Start documenting the truth. If you’re the one taking the picture and your subject is not happy at the moment, don’t ask them to pretend. They are simply lying to not only the whole world, but themselves. If you want them to smile then it’s your responsibility—your duty— to say/do something funny. For some people, it’s as easy as just saying the word DUTY!
WL&L,
Wendy
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I'm OK with the Mess Now-Are You?
While I have many topics— via stories— to share, they are all incomplete— where they shall wait until I make the time, find the energy and create a space. If I create the space first, perhaps the time and energy will follow¬***
One of my stories involves events from yesterday and shall be titled “Welcome to District Seven”, due in large part by the fact that Peter and I went there on a spontaneous date. As a result, many thoughts unraveled during my dining experience and led me to some more revelations, AKA “AHA!” moments. Luckily for me, by chance, I came armed with pen and notepad and Peter, once again was witness as I disappeared in thought right before his eyes. As I finished documenting my thoughts, I looked up and Peter was gone. For a moment I panicked and also wondered how long I remained in this trance until I saw him walking towards the table and realized he stepped away to give me some time and space. Thank you Peter! Xoxo
It had been a long and busy day and we arrived home both pretty—for me both physically and mentally— exhausted. As I walked in the door, my house was, once again, and utter and complete mess. It came as no surprise and was pretty much the same as I left it. I become stressed and overwhelmed by such things and for the life of me, I cannot find anything!
Maybe that’s why I left it. I didn’t want to deal with it! I wanted to be anywhere but at home because I didn’t feel at home in my own home. Normally this would be my breaking point and I would never be able to go to bed or relax in the midst of such mess. I would have to, once again, push myself to do chores until I was satisfied enough to temporarily let it go. Didn’t I just go through this last week? I fully acknowledge take responsibility for most of it!
I needed to change my clothes before I did anything. All I wanted to do was hit the couch for a while with Peter and unwind before bed. The walk to the bedroom was excruciating. Each step I took opened my eyes to every messy disgusting detail along the way. I cringed with each step I took, thinking about how I just got it all under control and with the blink of an eye it’s back!
As I changed my clothes and plotted about which things I would quickly tackle enough to put my mind at ease, it occurred to me—I need to learn to find my way through the mess and still be ok***
Life gets messy at times and we can’t always fix it right away. There are going to be times where we need to adjust and be ok despite the mess. If we practice this and succeed in being ok with the mess, imagine how we can be without it***
One of my stories involves events from yesterday and shall be titled “Welcome to District Seven”, due in large part by the fact that Peter and I went there on a spontaneous date. As a result, many thoughts unraveled during my dining experience and led me to some more revelations, AKA “AHA!” moments. Luckily for me, by chance, I came armed with pen and notepad and Peter, once again was witness as I disappeared in thought right before his eyes. As I finished documenting my thoughts, I looked up and Peter was gone. For a moment I panicked and also wondered how long I remained in this trance until I saw him walking towards the table and realized he stepped away to give me some time and space. Thank you Peter! Xoxo
It had been a long and busy day and we arrived home both pretty—for me both physically and mentally— exhausted. As I walked in the door, my house was, once again, and utter and complete mess. It came as no surprise and was pretty much the same as I left it. I become stressed and overwhelmed by such things and for the life of me, I cannot find anything!
Maybe that’s why I left it. I didn’t want to deal with it! I wanted to be anywhere but at home because I didn’t feel at home in my own home. Normally this would be my breaking point and I would never be able to go to bed or relax in the midst of such mess. I would have to, once again, push myself to do chores until I was satisfied enough to temporarily let it go. Didn’t I just go through this last week? I fully acknowledge take responsibility for most of it!
I needed to change my clothes before I did anything. All I wanted to do was hit the couch for a while with Peter and unwind before bed. The walk to the bedroom was excruciating. Each step I took opened my eyes to every messy disgusting detail along the way. I cringed with each step I took, thinking about how I just got it all under control and with the blink of an eye it’s back!
As I changed my clothes and plotted about which things I would quickly tackle enough to put my mind at ease, it occurred to me—I need to learn to find my way through the mess and still be ok***
Life gets messy at times and we can’t always fix it right away. There are going to be times where we need to adjust and be ok despite the mess. If we practice this and succeed in being ok with the mess, imagine how we can be without it***
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Do what you know
I’m about to make the drive to Dana Farber where my scan results will be revealed. After 11 years, am I still in remission from breast cancer and melanoma? After 8 years am I still in remission from Angiosarcoma or the other melanoma? Has my luck run out? Was it luck at all? Was it just all the treatments I received that led to my remissions or was it because I chose to include methods, such as Reiki, to compliment traditional medicines? I don’t know. I don’t know what the doctor is about to tell me. If he tells me my scans look good, will that put my mind at ease? After all, I was told everything was fine for many months when in fact three lumps were Angiosarcoma but were perceived as glandular tissue. If I didn’t push so hard, who knows if I would still be here to write this.
I can ponder every minute of every day and it’s not going to change anything. I can choose to spend my time wondering, hoping, praying or worrying but what will that accomplish? In one year we lost so many people to Angiosarcoma that I lost count. I need to survive.
I know that finding a cure for Angiosarcoma is going to open the doors for the cure to most other cancers. I know that our organization has made leaps and bounds in our research and has a promising drug ready to go to clinical trials and this could lead to the answer. I know that we are helping create another drug because we will leave no stones unturned. I know that we need more help, more awareness and more money to see this through. I know that I will do my part to make this happen.
I can’t do anything about the things I don’t know so I choose to do something about the things I do know!
http://www.angiosarcomaawareness.org/page1.php
I can ponder every minute of every day and it’s not going to change anything. I can choose to spend my time wondering, hoping, praying or worrying but what will that accomplish? In one year we lost so many people to Angiosarcoma that I lost count. I need to survive.
I know that finding a cure for Angiosarcoma is going to open the doors for the cure to most other cancers. I know that our organization has made leaps and bounds in our research and has a promising drug ready to go to clinical trials and this could lead to the answer. I know that we are helping create another drug because we will leave no stones unturned. I know that we need more help, more awareness and more money to see this through. I know that I will do my part to make this happen.
I can’t do anything about the things I don’t know so I choose to do something about the things I do know!
http://www.angiosarcomaawareness.org/page1.php
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I Am One Of Many
As I was watching American Idol last night, it dawned on me that while I understand the process, being all the details and organization that goes into creating each episode leading up to the finale, I finally had the missing epiphany I was waiting for, the one that is going to push me over the top in making my dreams a reality.
If you watch the show, you know that the contestants with gifted voices all have different reasons for competing. Some of them have an amazing voice and are looking to use it to become a pop star, obtain fame and fortune and live a life of luxury. They entertain. If I were a judge, my answer would be no to these people. It would be no because despite the fact they have an amazing voice, a gift, in my opinion they are not ready because they don’t yet understand that the gift they have been given is being used for the wrong reason.
It’s the contestants with the gifted voices that come to try out who want this more than anything in the world because they understand the gift of music and how it not only affects their lives, but also the impact it has on the listener. These contestants feel it and want to share the feeling. It is because they were inspired and want to share it by inspiring others.
It’s not all about catching a break and hoping to be discovered for them, it’s about knowing that they have discovered their gift to contribute to our world — their purpose in life— and having the courage to face their biggest fear of a possibility of not being validated.
The judges have the extremely difficult job of weeding out those who have the talent, but are not yet ready. Once that is done, the show moves on to the next phase. Each phase contains defining moments for those who get to move on to the next phase and for those who don’t.
To make it to the final phase— whether they win the contest or not— ensures validation and they will go on to fulfill their purpose and create a legacy. Those who don’t make it have a choice to make because they are now being tested. For them it’s simply a test of faith. If in their heart-of-hearts they know they are here for this reason yet become filled with doubt, they must now decide whether to give up and throw in the towel, or do whatever it takes to persevere— which cannot happen without the needed faith— to pursue and not give up what they know in their hearts is destined.
As long as the judges have the gift to recognize all of this, they can rest easy that once they weed out and narrow it down, what’s left are the ones who are ready and truly belong there at this time.
Each one of us has a purpose. Each one of us is supposed climb a mountain in search of our own unique purpose and learn what gift we have been given. It’s hard work compromising of trial and error, making the mistakes and learning from them, moving on to the next phase by recognizing the defining moments along the way, recognizing when we have veered off path, and knowing the ways to navigate back on track.
Once we find our purpose and truly believe in it despite the fact that we have no one to validate this for us—we have climbed that giant mountain— to the point where we begin to imagine to possibilities on the other side. We are at that point where we are filled the deepest feelings and can actually envision what’s on other side in such detail that we can almost taste it. We become filled with the most awesome excitement and scariest anticipation of knowing that if we take another step, we will now be able see over the mountain. The moment which has a possibility for the validation we have been waiting for our whole loves. Our biggest test where we must dare to face our biggest fear and it requires a conviction that comes from a place inside of us that we never knew existed. This is the moment we face a few judges who will decide if we are ready. This is biggest leap of faith we will ever take and it’s so very scary. The only thing needed now is the courage to face our moment of truth.
I am about to take the final step to my moment of truth and I cherish every single experience I had along the way. Every single one of them! If you know me and are wondering how I could even possibly say that, I promise you that it’s okay. I say this with the utmost sincerity and respect: you are not ready yet. And I take no offense If you don’t understand because that is my purpose in life—to help you understand— and to assist any of you, with your navigation, to your moment of truth that awaits.
There are many who share my purpose to assist and we each have our own unique gifts and methods we use to accomplish this. We all share a common goal—to be of service—and I urge any who desire assistance in their navigation, to accept help from any one of us. It comforts me to know there are many to choose from.
With all my love and light,
Wendy
If you watch the show, you know that the contestants with gifted voices all have different reasons for competing. Some of them have an amazing voice and are looking to use it to become a pop star, obtain fame and fortune and live a life of luxury. They entertain. If I were a judge, my answer would be no to these people. It would be no because despite the fact they have an amazing voice, a gift, in my opinion they are not ready because they don’t yet understand that the gift they have been given is being used for the wrong reason.
It’s the contestants with the gifted voices that come to try out who want this more than anything in the world because they understand the gift of music and how it not only affects their lives, but also the impact it has on the listener. These contestants feel it and want to share the feeling. It is because they were inspired and want to share it by inspiring others.
It’s not all about catching a break and hoping to be discovered for them, it’s about knowing that they have discovered their gift to contribute to our world — their purpose in life— and having the courage to face their biggest fear of a possibility of not being validated.
The judges have the extremely difficult job of weeding out those who have the talent, but are not yet ready. Once that is done, the show moves on to the next phase. Each phase contains defining moments for those who get to move on to the next phase and for those who don’t.
To make it to the final phase— whether they win the contest or not— ensures validation and they will go on to fulfill their purpose and create a legacy. Those who don’t make it have a choice to make because they are now being tested. For them it’s simply a test of faith. If in their heart-of-hearts they know they are here for this reason yet become filled with doubt, they must now decide whether to give up and throw in the towel, or do whatever it takes to persevere— which cannot happen without the needed faith— to pursue and not give up what they know in their hearts is destined.
As long as the judges have the gift to recognize all of this, they can rest easy that once they weed out and narrow it down, what’s left are the ones who are ready and truly belong there at this time.
Each one of us has a purpose. Each one of us is supposed climb a mountain in search of our own unique purpose and learn what gift we have been given. It’s hard work compromising of trial and error, making the mistakes and learning from them, moving on to the next phase by recognizing the defining moments along the way, recognizing when we have veered off path, and knowing the ways to navigate back on track.
Once we find our purpose and truly believe in it despite the fact that we have no one to validate this for us—we have climbed that giant mountain— to the point where we begin to imagine to possibilities on the other side. We are at that point where we are filled the deepest feelings and can actually envision what’s on other side in such detail that we can almost taste it. We become filled with the most awesome excitement and scariest anticipation of knowing that if we take another step, we will now be able see over the mountain. The moment which has a possibility for the validation we have been waiting for our whole loves. Our biggest test where we must dare to face our biggest fear and it requires a conviction that comes from a place inside of us that we never knew existed. This is the moment we face a few judges who will decide if we are ready. This is biggest leap of faith we will ever take and it’s so very scary. The only thing needed now is the courage to face our moment of truth.
I am about to take the final step to my moment of truth and I cherish every single experience I had along the way. Every single one of them! If you know me and are wondering how I could even possibly say that, I promise you that it’s okay. I say this with the utmost sincerity and respect: you are not ready yet. And I take no offense If you don’t understand because that is my purpose in life—to help you understand— and to assist any of you, with your navigation, to your moment of truth that awaits.
There are many who share my purpose to assist and we each have our own unique gifts and methods we use to accomplish this. We all share a common goal—to be of service—and I urge any who desire assistance in their navigation, to accept help from any one of us. It comforts me to know there are many to choose from.
With all my love and light,
Wendy
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