Medicine Woman

I had heard many praises for a woman called Peggy Ravenwolf. How nice she was, how she never spoke a mean word about anyone. I had a preconceived idea of a woman in her late fifties but no details of how she looked or her demeanor. I wondered if I’d actually be meeting a true ‘Medicine Woman’ one day.

One day I was invited to a Medicine Wheel ceremony to welcome in the Summer Solstice. I was looking forward to going and experiencing something new. The ceremony would begin at 5pm and to expect a brief orientation before-hand to welcome anyone new and explain things to them. I arrived in plenty of time. The air was still humid from the full day’s sunshine. Lazy bees could be heard droning in the summer air and crickets were sporadically starting their evening sounds.

At the Medicine Wheel others already were gathered and talking softly to each other.  A few of my friends were already there. One of them waved me over and kindly introduced me to the hosts, a pleasant couple by name of Butch and Peggy.

I had heard much about Peggy and here she was flesh and blood in front of me. I guessed she was in her late fifties with long straight hair. It was pale brown and streaked with grey here and there and fell to just past her waist. Faint laughter lines were at her eyes and she was just a little shy of my height, at five foot and 4 inches. She was slim without being wiry and wore white long sleeved shirt tucked into her faded blue jeans. On her feet were worn Minnetonka moccasins.

“Hello! Thanks for inviting me to the ceremony.” I said to both Butch and Peggy. “I am looking forward to it.” Butch reached out his hand and shook mine, “Welcome, so glad you could come!” And turned to his left and motioned to the lady by his side. “This is my wife Peggy.”

Peggy stepped up and instead of shaking my hand, wrapped me in a quick hug. “Yes, welcome so glad you made it!” with a gentle smile and a little twinkle in her dark blue eyes. “I’ve heard so much about you. We can talk later, but first we need to give a little orientation about the Ceremony.”

She turned away to the wheel and gently waved her hands at everyone around to get their attention for the orientation. Soft spoken but firm words come without hesitation and with a fluid and easiness that comes with speaking to groups often. I did not have to strain to hear her voice and directions. Her smiles made here face glow in the evening light.  Each future encounter with Peggy was like a breath of fresh warm air no matter the season or temperature outside.

 

~Thanks for reading!

Creative Powers

We all believe in some shape or form that God, the Gods and or Greater Spirit created the Universe and our place in it was a divine spark brought to life. (No debate about the who or when or what did it, that’s not this kind of post.)

We all have the capacity to create. We are divine beings in many ways and the ability to create is but one wonderful skill. Are we not mini-divinities with this skill? Our minds are amazing gifts to us. We observe therefore decide what to do next, etc. 

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I was wondering do we even realize our potential? Do we maximize our productivity? Do we “Do” what we really say we are going to? Thereby make change in the world?

Do we measure our change by how large an impact we are going to see, or get gratification from? What can we do that is small yet, has a powerful impact that ripples out. Imagine the similar visual concept of tossing a pebble into a pond and watching how that simple action caused the ripple reaction. Effortless right?

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So again I was posing myself this very question:  What can we do to be the creative one in our Universe and effect change. 

I’ve been thinking of that a lot lately. I don’t know that the things that I do in a thought or actual action cause a major change. Yet, I have received feedback from many that I helped in some way to help get them over the proverbial hump. So I can think hard and long, am I being creative…The Universe seems to thinks so. And when in doubt it has responded to help me know I’m on the right track.

Well track, road or highway as long as I seem to get a nudge here or there I think my creative energy is being put to use. And whether my energy is manifested as words, healing prayers or hand crafted gifts I believe that my “Creative Powers” for making change in this world is alive and well.

This quote is one of my favorites.

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Have a great week, Nims

5 Ways to Live a Fulfilling Life

Great post from Jack Flacco today. Be well and have a great week.

Jack Flacco

There is no trick to being happy.

Well, there is, but it has more to do with attitude. One can be a millionaire and be miserable. Money has nothing to do with it. Although, having money sure makes things easier. Still, as the old cliché goes, money does not buy happiness.

What about having the power to do just about anything? Will that bring happiness? Will that make for a fulfilling life—telling people what to do? I always thought those with the greatest power were those who served every day, unappreciated, ready and willing to surrender their lives for the downtrodden in society. At least, that is what I always thought.

I suppose there is more to leading a fulfilling life than having money and power.

There is, and it is much easier than you think.

Below is what has brought me to lead a fulfilling life filled with hope…

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Spark

Sometimes I wonder, like today, where did my creative spark go. Is it lost and wandering? Will I find it on a great adventure? Get up from some café chair and wave at me like a long time friend?

No. It is hidden in the dark. The light, it flickers. Hidden away begging me to come look for it.

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Bring some some matches.”

heard it say.

I have found some matches, but it may be a while before I find you.

Bring a candle, to help hold the spark when all hope is lost.”

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I found a candle, and it is stashed in my carry-all. Ready to go…yes, ready.

Review: “Ranger Martin and The Search for Paradise” by Jack Flacco

Ranger Martin and the Search for Paradise

Ranger Martin and the Search for Paradise

“Ranger Martin and The Search for Paradise”

This is the third installment of the Ranger Martin trilogy. All I can say is WOW! It picks up directly after book 2 and you are off and running! Strap on your knives, gun holster and nerves of steel. No spoilers here-> but be prepared for the tugging and pulling this story is going to take you on. So pull up a chair and prepare for the most fantastic journey your going to have this year. You’re not going to want to put this book down.

This book will have you cheering for Ranger, Jon, Matty and Randy. All the pickles they get themselves into to save their rag-tag family and those they save along the way. It will definitely have you biting your nails as  you are gripped in the middle of the melees that happen to them on their quest to ‘Paradise’. You want to be there to shout out “behind you!” You want to be there to shoot down some “chewers” to help them out.

Be prepared to have your nerves frayed and the story to keep you on the edge of your seat. Up, down and some very infrequent moments of the elusive peace settle like a cozy blanket only to have it ripped off before you know it.

Ranger and crew have some interesting twists in their journey. First to get home to the silo and then the journey to San Francisco. Trust is fleeting in this new world order, but it is a requirement to be part of Ranger’s group. (The story about trust with each character will have you thinking internally of yourself and putting yourself in their shoes. Enjoy those self-introspections between the shoot outs!) There are good guys and bad guys but the line between the two leaves you guessing at times.

So enjoy and take a fast, gut wrenching journey and cheer for your favorites!

 

—-Author’s Info: profileWebsite:  Jack Flacco

About the book:

There is no cure. The change is permanent. Whoever says they can fix this is wrong.

Months ago, billions of people died in the zombie apocalypse. The survivors either have become refugees looking for a way out or have turned against each other. No one will admit they killed their friend for a package of raisins. It happens though, and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it.

Undead slayer Ranger Martin makes the unforgiving Arizona desert his home. He has never had to defend it. He has never had to kill anyone for it. If anything, he has shelved his shotgun and has taken an early retirement package.

That is, until now.

When the military lays siege on his silo, Ranger and his crack team of professionals—a bunch of kids, really—have no other choice than to run. But after he discovers a map that may lead to a mythic city called Paradise, where neither army nor zombie can invade, Ranger mounts a cross-state journey to find the place of safety before the others find him and it’s too late.

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I received an ARC ebook in exchange for an honest review. IMHO this is a great book and I’ve enjoyed all the ‘Ranger Martin’ books. –A.M. “Nims”

A View Backwards

I was thinking the past few weeks and I realize that this year has been changing for me. Slowly but surely in the area of my health. Particularly my migraine management.

So I have suffered for long time with migraines and I’ve tried a lot of things to help alleviate the pain when it hits. It triggered my research into Reiki a form of energy work to facilitate healing. I had some people do healings targeting my head area and there was some relief but it is sometimes not affordable. So I looked into getting certified myself so that I could do sessions on myself.

I did experience relief and I continue with self applied Reiki sessions. My results were that the pain levels are less and the days the migraine lasts has shortened a bit. All bonuses that I hope to keep in my court.

During the summer I was at a Mystic Faire and one of the vendors had some lovely crystal and Tibetan bowls. But I was intrigued by some zinc and copper rods that he was demonstrating. When I was able to try these rods out I was able to find out a bit more their purpose. Called “The Rods of Isis” they are filled with healing intent, essential oils and crystals and a few other things. Meant to help balance and align the user.

I decided to see if I felt anything while holding them. I felt warmth in my hands and then some cold traveled around my hands and feet. Then some vibrations in the hands and noticed a little swaying around my head. A bit of an imbalance, so one of the things to keep balance was to switch the rods to other hands to bring things back into alignment. Which I did and things calmed down. I also noted how I felt clearer in the head.

So yes, I decided to invest in these rods and put them together with my Reiki healings to see if I could further shorten my migraines time frame hanging on. And see if they had an impact on the pain levels. While using Reiki I was only able to shorten my migraine by about a day and pain levels only went down a few notches.

When I added the rods to the regimen I was able to get my days shortened by one additional day and the pain levels have hit the half way mark! Which is awesome because dealing with pain is worse than how long it lasts.  This type of headache becomes manageable with the rods. As soon as I stopped using them as part of the healing sessions then the length and pain levels returned to the same intensity and length before adding in the rods. So, I added the rods again and experienced the same relief I mentioned before. This has become part of my routine now. There are times where the migraine kicks in and it is brutal and the rods and Reiki don’t seem to have any affect on it at all. I call it a day and just hope the next day is better.

So change has some and it is for the better health wise.  Happy for now and glad to have found a tool that helps improve my overall health. Cheers! To your health.

This picture got me thinking

This picture I took back in February this year, with it’s foggy look early in the morning hours, got me thinking. It was taken in the Florida Panhandle, a place called Carillon Beach, near Panama City. I was going through my pictures and trying to make some kind of order aside from the timeline that I took them in. (Well that is going to be a long project.)
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So the thinking part…well it was along the lines that when the season of Fall comes around it gets cooler, and fog sometimes is a part of it. Where I live now you don’t see the seasons change much and fog is almost unheard of. We long for cold snaps that the weatherman promises will pass through. Kind of like how a child longs for snow to fall so they don’t have to go to school for a day or two.

It brought to mind how I grew up as a kid in Virginia and how the days grew crisp. The leaves changed color and the skittering sound of wind blown leaves, already on the ground. Shorts and flip-flops were packed away and jeans and sweaters hold sway. And one of the fun times that I looked forward to was Halloween, with it’s spookiness, fog, frolic and fun.

Well, I leave you this picture that got through the cobwebs in my mind and got me thinking. Here’s to another change in the seasons, to the change it brings us all regardless of where we reside. Calling us back to remembered childhood fun.