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Namaste Miracle Mindful Moment Makers!

Thank you so much for being here. Greetings of sweet spring wildflower bluebells reemerging … IMG_1867IMG_1874IMG_1872 This week’s reflections are centered in silent contemplation … I am musing on life reviews and choosing which energies & commitments to renew … Unlike our fabulous flower friends, we get to weed out which annuals we want to stop blooming, aka seasonally re-creating! Yet the miracle of nature shows us the beautiful essence of what it is to be an annual …. these wildflowers magically reappear each year in all their smiling glory … sprouting from the Master Gardner’s hand, they shine the divine order of an unseen plan. So much of our lives and our own beauty are tethered in this mysterious circle of life.  Nature & the seasons serve to reawaken in us these timeless truths.

These flowers were planted by the hands of my ancestors and each spring they return to beautiful manifestation again!

These flowers were planted by the hands of my ancestors; each spring they return to manifest beauty again!

As I look out the window this mindful moment, my beloved dogwood tree stands bare with the first buddings of blooms just starting to show. Her bounty of pink blossoms will return and I celebrate them now as well as the essence of this tree itself. I don’t know the hand that planted this seed, seedling, tree but I send my gratitude to that hand now. I send my gratitude to all the planting, building, sowing hands that have come before me …

The barn my ancestors built still houses the hay for my dad's cows with lots of light shining through these old walls!

The barn my ancestors built still houses the hay for my dad’s cows with lots of light shining through old walls!

IMG_1818 I am heading back over to the ranch shortly to feed dad’s cows. The caretaking continues and the (3) baby cows are growing fast! I am surrounded by Spirit Love in the circle of time, the circle of life, that continuously lives, dies, and is reborn to bloom again.

BIG cow babies!

BIG cow babies!

My commitment to New Thought Families continues and there are some marvelous March mindful media matters offerings there for you! Our daily Play & Pray Calendar is flowing gorgeous nature sounds and waters … This is an adapted calendar from the very 1st one I did in May 2009 … perhaps it can serve you & yours with some playful & prayerful, mindful March moments! Our Free Shelf is stocked with water fun as well! (The dates are correct for this week!) And I have dusted off our old Peacemaker games ~ and vowing to finish some new rounds ~ for the Season Of Peace ~ visit the site and play Name That Peacemaker!


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No matter the season you are experiencing ~ in your heart, outside your window, or under your feet, may you be blessed with the sweetness of renewal. Perhaps, you can choose as I do, to take time to review and choose what to renew. Again, I am so grateful for your beautiful presence here and on the planet. What a blessing it is to be in this circle of Love, of Life, this circle of One! Namaste, Love.

Co-Creative Care

IMG_9280 Namaste Committed, Connected, Compassionate, Caring, Conscious Co-Creators! In this deep breath remembrance Mindful Monday Moment, I greet you in the name of appreciative awareness. Thank you for being here ~ in any given moment!

Born to grow, you know!

Born to grow, you know!

I find myself still in the thick of family service and spiritual parenting ~ for both my teenager and for my elder father. Though they are in totally different places in their lives, I find my job with each, as well as what they need is the same ~ unconditional Love! And so it is with all beings, of course. We each have needs and when they are met, we feel loved, supported, safe & secure. Spiritual Parenting is holding for the highest while doing the day to day and allowing the flow of Love no matter what. Though defiance can make for challenges in the day to day, the divine flow of grace is always available.

No matter what our age, we all need Love! Spiritual Parenting is holding for the highest while allowing the flow of Love no matter what.

No matter what our age, we all grow with Love! (Taken last December, my dad has lost 30 pounds since then & Jeremiah is even bigger & stronger!)

As conscious co-creators, we know that Spirit is always here to care for us and we simply have to keep opening and allowing the flow of amazing grace. In the center of all of it is choice. And commitment. As multi-dimensional beings, busy parents, and all around blessed busy peeps, choosing our pathways can be some of the hardest decisions! But that is why caring for others’ needs has a way of defining our road … Which roads are you choosing to travel? And why??!! Some of our journeys are steeped in ritual and commitment and some are adventurous new roadways. Where are you going these days?!

Which way to go?!

Which way to go?!

Some of the highlight moments this week included hosting a 24 hour birthday party for Jeremiah and a few friends ~ the 15th annual party ~ YES! These big boys played tag for hours, running around and hiding in the dark as well as a few very late night heated chess matches ~ how cool is that?! Also interesting this week was attending a war hero memorial where Jeremiah and some high school youth enacted a beautiful, student written tribute play about this local hero. As the veterans held their ceremony, I felt so much of their pain and honor ~ even as I was reminded of Eckhart Tolle’s insight on war as collective insanity. Even as we perpetuate a broken system, we look to celebrate & honor the souls who have carried forth what I see as the madness. Choices. I also brought dad home from the convalescent hospital ~ another place that is full of caring, compassionate souls carrying on in a broken system. And this last week brought the onset of Lent & re-visiting our old local Methodist church for the first of their weekly Lenten practice that includes a film & discussion. Desmond Tutu was the featured film speaker and he emulated his shining light while articulating his faith eloquently. He invites us all to speak our faith which I did, in part, that night. It was an interesting time of re-connection and disconnection.

Service to each other and to our own hearts ...  is in our hands!

Service to each other and to our own hearts … is in our hands!

In praying on a 40 day spiritual practice for the 40 days of Lent, a great question came forward from my Spirit, “Are you a Christian?” It was cause for pause. And a re-alignment of my faith; Christ was a prophet and great teacher of Love who died because of our sins, not for our sins. I would think many Christians would not find me one. I believe in the presence of God everywhere … speaking to me anytime from anywhere. So for my 40 days, I am choosing to keep remembering this essence while taking small daily steps towards professional and personal goals, dreams, desires, callings. It all seems to fit my ongoing interfaith practices and my 2015 resolution of consistency. As Jeremiah’s birthday party was winding down yesterday, I picked up 3 art pieces I had started long ago ~ and finished all 3. Yippee for art therapy! And the flow of creativity!

©Laurie Story Vela

Sewing Tree © Laurie Story Vela


Snap Tree © Laurie Story Vela

Sparkle Star Sea © Laurie Story Vela

On this week’s Library Free Shelf, we are playing with rocks! In keeping with the evolving feature of Releasing Resistance, check out our SoulPlay video of clearing the blocks! Sign In or Sign Up with your free Leaping Literacy Library card. Free Shelf!The free shelf has been getting stocked since the first website, Laurie’s Stories launched in 2000! Some choices and commitments continue year after year … until we choose differently!

Feathers Of Faith Family Fun Camp is renamed this year, Feathers Of Freedom!

Our live events are also still being offered. We are now taking reservations for our annual Family Camp in the sacred Sierras … join us for intergenerational, interfaith play & pray time! Whatever choices you are consistently making, may you be bathed in compassion and care … for yourself and all others. For truly, Love is heart and home at any age. Namaste, Love!  

The Breath Of Remembrance

Breathe deep and give thanks!

Breathe deep the Love expressed you are!

Namaste Blessed Breath Of Love Expressed!

In this mindful Monday moment, on this U.S. Presidents Day holi-day following St. Valentine’s Day, let’s pause to breathe in Love remembrance. Yes, we can remember inspirational people like presidents … feeling the love filled legacies they left behind or continue to embark upon. Perhaps you can gratefully breathe in the love of family, friends, community, nature … any Love that has ignited your heart and lit your path. So much Love filled inspiration to tap into! Yet, what I invite you to most remember in this moment is the Love expressed you are ~ the Love you are created from and continue to co-create every sacred moment whether you remember or not. So let’s remember NOW! Let’s celebrate the sacred!
SacredOutCelebration of the sacred is core to our New Thought Families mission and messages. As is remembrance. We are celebrating our 8th year on line this week/month … debuting on 2/7/2007, we typically put out a celebratory remembrance on the February day corresponding to the year … in this case, yesterday ~ 2/15/2015. I had several visions/plans for this but instead simply surrendered them into a prayer for further guidance and some powerful partnership. Below is more on how this prayer was answered yesterday and continues to unfold but here and now is our 2013 Love Expressed which remains a voice for our New Thought Families core beliefs of remembrance:

And of course, our daily invitations are always available on our Play & Pray Every Day Calendar!

So in the midst of our sacred remembrance this mindful moment, let’s talk about Love. What is Love? What is it to you? For me, it truly is the divine flowing through life … it is all Love! As Ernest Holmes said and we sing, it is Always Love! Whether it is an act of Love or a cry for Love, it is always Love. My own acts of Love for my father have sorta taken over my life the last few weeks. He has been in the hospital a month and goes home Wednesday. Logistically, this has turned into yet another unpaid job in my life and an amazing opportunity for me to practice unconditional Love as well as deepened self care. I rejoined the gym last week … I thought it had only been a few years but I was there last in 2008! Some workouts did me a world of good and even got the bulge to budge a few pounds which was a sacred celebration! Mostly, it was just an important body mind Spirit act of Love for me. For my father’s part, there are many aspects of his journey I could focus on … he is dying of congestive heart failure. He is not religious or spiritual and often very negative. He is a classic example of how hurt people hurt people. Yet we are doing some sort of remembrance dance. I am there for him to remember he is loved ~ among other things ~ this seems to be the one he most grasps. He is there for me to remember that I am here to be of service. And he and his situation remind me that our elders are not to be discarded or forgotten. I am also remembering to take great care of me and to re-align with all that calls me to do while I am here and healthy enough to do it. This includes healing the wounds of my heart ~ something my father couldn’t do; in part because he simply didn’t have the consciousness tools to work with. Thankfully, I do. So I honor my heart with all the Love I can. I pledge allegiance to my heart this patriotic President’s Day ~ written this time last year, I remember it again now uttering it in a sacred vow:

Allegiance1In sacred surrender, allegiance, and remembrance, I was blessed with a strong connection yesterday that may actually bring our New Thought Families vision and work back to our old church where we had a Youth Choir and an awesome Peace Cabaret. Those ministry days still play in my heart and I am open to next steps of service and evolution for all of us. The youth education director there is an amazing woman who knew Dr. King Jr as a child … her own father being a Baptist minister and civil rights leader in his own right. The synergies of our work are strong … despite the difference in our backgrounds ~ and our fathers! Yet, Spirit is always weaving this web of Love called life … stay fine tuned!

This week my Jeremiah turns 15 and is counting down the days to get behind the wheel. (gulp) The Christian Lenten season also begins this week with Shrove Tuesday and Ash Wednesday. I am meditating on a 40 day practice, not as penance but as co-creation. I could definitely benefit with giving up sugar again but I am breathing into something much more challenging … perhaps actively seeking and allowing myself into a soul mate relationship. There. I said it. January 2014’s PlayShop had me constructing the Vision Board for him/us and November 2014 had me marrying myself. Valentine’s Day 2015 had me full deep breathing so much Love … and yet as I dance the dance of remembrance of who I truly be, I know that I am deserving and capable of a rich and satisfying relationship. I have healed something in my soul that had me choose the father I did. I am pledging allegiance to a grace filled existence of tender loving care. I choose to remember I have a soul mate and I choose to dance with him now. Ooohhh …. breathe that in! ~ And breathe in your own deep heart desires, Love!

Breathe deep and give thanks!

Breathe deep and give thanks!

On that breath of Love, I bid you adieu until next Mindful Monday when I’ll let you know just what 40 day practice I embrace! May your heart be full of Love, sweet Love. Thank you, thank you, Love! Namaste.

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Valentine Voices Of Love

My Valentine ... from me to me! ~ To you!

My Valentine affirming Peace at the center of the free flow of Love … from me to me! ~ And now to you too!

Namaste Beautiful, Bountiful Hearts of Love!
I am here this Mindful Monday full of Valentine Voices from February’s local PlayShop. My invitation to yesterday’s interfaith, intergenerational playmates was to make a Valentine for themselves (mine is above) and then to make them for loved ones as they wished and if they wanted, to make a Valentine for someone in the convalescent hospital where my dad remains this week. I will happily deliver these Heart Notes to the hospital on the wings of Love and splash some of these Valentine Voices here now with a few mindful musings on the voice of Love, sweet Love expressed and blessed …

The hearts of all were on display yesterday in most joyous ways!

The hearts of all were on display yesterday in most joyous ways!

I am in Love with what happens when we hold heart space for all ages. There is a synergy of all in a most beautiful example of oneness! And there is simultaneously a grouping of ages that happens in a sharing of similar life experiences ~ i.e., the littles will clump together to run and laugh while the parents will connect, etc. Amidst the grouping however, there is a strong thread of community oneness that fills my heart with the smiles of sweet Love.
IMG_1698IMG_1673 My invitation to do a Valentine for self was not widely followed … some did it, maybe a third of our small group of 22 … and most if not all who did it, did not do it first. Hey peeps, the Love oxygen mask on yourself first, right?! My Valentine to me was the only one I had time to make during our time together and since I pour so much time and energy into the event itself, I was happy with me for honoring me, tee hee! And when one of our littles blurted out in the sharing circle that she thought hers prettier than someone else’s, I interjected with her parent’s gentle reprimand, that I thought it o.k. for her creative heart to prefer her own creation and that somehow our society got off track in the self Love expressed department. No matter what our age, we are made of Love, here to be Love expressed for (and to!) ourselves and all others.
IMG_1691 IMG_1694 IMG_1680And yes, when we feel full of self Love and God Love, we have so much more Love to give others. There were some awesome expressions for loved ones:

For a cat loving cousin!

For a cat loving cousin!

Jeremiah making one for Nana!

Jeremiah making one for Nana!

And my teenage Jeremiah made one for me that had some beautiful words plainly written on a foam orange heart. The words themselves carried all the beauty necessary. Reminiscent of the years when we made heart walls full of Love Notes to each other and to the world, he so beautifully expressed,“You fill my heart with love, compassion, wisdom, and dreams. I love you.” ~ Jeremiah (to mom me!) Oh how we all love to be loved! Our Heart Notes video is part of our Membership Library and our 330+ Vimeo videos. I embed it here and now with the password, in case this bit of technology can deliver Valentine Voices to your heart and/or seeds of home Spirit ideas for your home! If it calls your heart, enJOY!
Password: LJNotes1

Meanwhile, here are some of the Love Note Valentine Voices finding their way to a few seemingly forgotten souls at the convalescent hospital this week:
IMG_1703IMG_1702 And what better note to leave you with than that … Happy Valentine’s Day! You are Love. And you are, indeed, SO loved! Namaste, my vibrant Love filled Valentines!

This week's Leaping Literacy Library's fab Free Shelf!

This week’s Leaping Literacy Library’s fab Free Shelf!

Choosing Consistency

Namaste Magnificent Dewdrops of Divine Dedication!

Happy 2/2 Day of Imbolc & Sughnassad, Saint Brighid of Kildare, & Groundhogs too! This is a day of power and prophecy … and just another manic Monday!

I am choosing consistency in our mindful Monday moment together with deep breath gratitude and a free flow of faith. My week has been full of life questioning and life affirming actions … a look at death and a look at birth. Lots more tasks for my dad’s life including an intense time of him going into the local convalescent hospital for rehab. Before I recount a bit of that, let’s look at the lighter side of my tasks this week …

I felt the swell of pride and responsibility as the first 2 calves arrived ~ those of my dad’s cows that I’ve been tending. I learned a lot and thought I’d share! Because I can … here and now … and because one of the lessons of the cows was how they give birth and keep on keeping on even and especially with all the messiness of it all ~

So I been feeding the cows behind the barn but when the calves first come, they don’t travel right away so our first mama was staying down the field with her little one. I took her some hay as the drought laden fields still aren’t producing too much.

Here's the first wee one; a little bull (male) his first day here.

Here’s the first wee one; a little bull (male) his first day here.

This first mama is super protective ~ check the look in her eye!

Mama cow fiercely eyeing me,"Don't get too close to my baby!"

Mama cow fiercely eyeing me, “Don’t get too close to my baby!”

So after I fed her, check the softer look of gratitude:

"I could use some good eats after this feat!"

“I could use some good eats after this feat!”

Meanwhile, I was at first horrified and then later mystified about how the internal workings of the birth work with cows. Apparently, I either tuned this out as a kid growing up with them or just totally forget because it was all new to me! The placenta, et al just literally hangs out of the mama … for days sometimes … Now gentle viewers, close your eyes!


Yup, that’s a piece of the placenta that just trailed behind mama for a good few days!

I really appreciate all this because I feel like I am in a continual integration of all my own messiness and blessiness! All of this (cows and beeeeeeyond) is teaching me, yet again, that the peace is to be found in non-judgment! By the way, none of the other cows have issues with the ‘baggage’ of the birthing mamas!

Now, the 2nd calf has come but mama # 2 is not skipping the barn feedings, she is leaving her little one stashed up on the hill. I’m on my way out shortly to make sure I set eyes on her/him ~ and to make sure my dad is up and moving.

Long story shorter, they were releasing my dad last week from the acute hospital to go home. We didn’t think it the right decision since he hadn’t been on his swollen 89 year old feet for 10 days and he wasn’t all that steady before his hospital stay and hernia surgery. So, we opted for the rehab at the (only) local convalescent hospital. I had worked at this place as a very lightly trained teen and had horror stories. Surely it was different now. Surely the rehab portion was different. Not so. Nothing against the well intentioned, caring staff but the sheer bed to aid ratio seemingly insures some level of neglect. The first thing that happened was that they were drugging my dad so he would not be in pain and that he could sleep. The drugs were not only unnecessary but made it all that much harder for him to get up and moving. I’ll spare us more of the gruesome details but my sister and niece came up with their boyfriends and we took him out for fresh air, for lunch at his favorite restaurant and to his ranch to see his cows …

Yes, I drove my pretty Prius out into the field with dad riding shotgun to see his cows!

Yes, I drove my pretty Prius out into the field with dad riding shotgun to see his cows!

I gotta say, I wasn’t keen on taking my car out in the field but the dry weather made for relatively solid (yet bumpy!) ground. Oh the things you do for Love!


I never would of thought I’d take the car out that far!

You know, there’s been a lot of things I’ve been doing of late I never thought I would! Yesterday my other sister came up and we took dad back to the ranch. He walked in the house. His first real walking since he entered the hospital 2 weeks ago. This morning I was on the phone getting his discharge underway so he will go home tomorrow or the next day.

As I breathe into the acceptance and peace always available, I continue to choose to be there for my dad. I have had a few mini pity parties and plenty of soul searching over the situation. I was my dad’s first born and he wanted a boy. His rejection of me at my birth set a pattern my maverick artist soul musta called forward. I could delve into the phycology of the little girl trying to please the one who didn’t want her and the layers of ancestral patterns of abandonment, betrayal, etc.. I could also rant on how I never had a real warm & fuzzy thing with my dad; how as a kid I thought his prejudice was just plain wrong and would tell him so. Still, my dad has a strong sense of family loyalty that has taught me a lot over the decades. I have that same sense of loyalty.

We visited our 100 year old friend Myra Rose when she was still here in her retirement home.

We visited our 100 year old friend Myra Rose when she was still here in her retirement home.

Revisiting the convalescent hospital, especially yesterday, in the intermittent glitz and blitz of the Super Bowl, I have been really impassioned of how we have gone so wrong in this culture. We fear and sidestep death; choosing quantity over quality of life. (Had I fully understood my dad’s condition, I never would have told him to get the pacemaker last summer.) And then, so many elders tucked away where they are kept and cared for in a rudimentary way … some of them like vegetables … holy cow, where is the LIFE?! Decades ago, when working there, I wrote this poem:

My mind and y eyes drift back and forth between you and the rain.
I syringe in your food and remove your wet sheets as you sleep away your pain.
Lady of age, victim of deterioration …
I wonder about things you made in the past
like babies and conversation.
I’m not sure why God lets you live to see another tomorrow.
I’ll be here to keep you clean though I can’t wash away your sorrow.
~ Laurie Vela

So, my life loving, heart embracing good ones …. I am staying in peaceful service to this life I am ever co-creating … Including all my creative literacy offerings ~ online and off! I have local Creative Arts classes set to start at week’s end and I’m unsure if I can pull it off … need some more peeps! I have done plenty of outreach … not sure if I’ve voiced the offerings with enough clarity or if it can be that my local peeps are not called to my offerings of creativity and originality. I am keeping the faith and knowing its a great co-creation either which way! Our February PlayShop is also this coming Sunday so I just keep feeling, seeing, knowing the Creative Spirit Families presence filling our little Community Building with joy and love, sweet Love!

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Whatever you are birthing, forecasting, or meditating on this mindful moment … with or without the rituals of this 2/2 … may you know that you are Love choosing to be more Love in any given moment. Namaste, my Love!

Consistent Resistance

Namaste Mindful Monday Matters’ Hopeful Hearts & Singing Souls!
I greet you in the names of consistency, cleanliness, balance, beauty & blessiness this Mindful Monday moment in the circle of time …
I am in this deep breath moment bringing my yessiness to the perfect divine order messiness that is life as I know it this light filled day. In the week since our last connection here, I have cleaned up many messes … some of them generated solely by me and more of them inherited from the ancestors … all of them, I believe, as my soul ordered. So I give thanks as I align with the divine shine of our design. I am a grateful change agent in the circle of time.

At the hospital with dad last July.

At the hospital with dad last July.

My dad is still in the hospital; they operated on his hernias and he came through that well. The effects of his congestive heart failure continue to take their toll and he is processing more and ongoing bouts of anger and denial. I grew up hearing him say, “I want to go with my boots on.” Apparently that order is being overridden by another subconscious soul agenda. My sister had a bout of anger herself this weekend mostly at him for being him and challenging me to make more boundaries. The caseworker at the hospital told me to back off and let him be as he was, adamant about not needing help, as he is of sound mind. He is and he isn’t. Just as our toddlers are brilliant beings with much wisdom to share, we know that we must protect them and care for them in ways they are unable to do for themselves. So it can be with our elders. And yes, boundaries. I have been asking for help for months. Deep breath. There is room for all of it and for the most part, I keep returning to centered gratitude, sweet peace, and unconditional Love amidst the hospital visits, cleaning the old ranch house, feeding the cows, preparing paperwork for the lawyer, finding and paying his bills …

Service is in our hands!

So many ways to serve! “We’re all just walking each other home.” ~ Ram Dass

And the rest of my life! Parenting Jeremiah, advancing the live and online offerings of New Thought Families & Laurie’s Stories under the embracing umbrella of Creative Spirit Families. And yes, caring for me too … and all of our Spirits with the helpful tools of the Emotion Code, Healing Codes, Access Consciousness and light filled prayer and alignment with angel help & guidance.

As I reckon with the years of files and intentions for all the literacy work and the spiritual literacy of New Thought Families, I am publishing here a video recorded in the mountains last October. It has long been on the list to do a section or series for Releasing Resistance and I vowed to start that this January. So it is that I will offer it up in all it’s imperfection. It incorporates the release techniques mentioned above, mostly The Emotion Code by Bradley Nelson and I am trusting that at least one of you may benefit from it. It is currently rendering at Vimeo so I will link it below shortly after this posts. It will be open access here for a week before it goes into our Membership Library of 330+ videos.

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Whatever mindful media moments you take in this week, may you release resistance, embrace change and know the depths of your divinity in every bit of it. Namaste, Love!

In all my messiness and yessiness, here’s Releasing Resistance with The Emotion Code by Bradley Nelson :

Thank you  for the The Emotion Code by Bradley Nelson !

The Truth Transforms

The Light of Love & truth is always burning brightly.Namaste Monday Mindful Matters Hearts a-fire!

I am popping in to take this consistent commitment out of my mind and into reality … as I battle with ongoing bouts of ancestral insanity! As I have mentioned and lamented in this blog at other times, the elders in our lives have been an increasing challenge. Like many of my boomer age group, we are sandwiched between raising our kids/teens and caring for the elders. My father, in particular, has been mine to deal with with increasing needs especially in the last 6 months … as my teen Jeremiah so bluntly put it, “He’s a pain in the ass but he’s our pain in the ass.” And of course, that transformational truth is multi-layered in any kind of language.

Looking up, rooted in truth! This cedar tree is in the front yard of my dad's house, the old ancestral ranch.

Looking up, rooted in truth! This cedar tree is in the front yard of my dad’s house, the old ancestral ranch.

Pete Seeger singing from the heart as he always did!

Pete Seeger singing from the heart as he always did!

Yesterday, Jeremiah and I had a get-away and had some great life experiences highlighted by the great folk singer John McCutcheon; John, an old friend of both Pete Seeger and his brother Mike Seeger had many great stories to tell and songs to sing. He also masterfully played many instruments; the whole of which greatly inspired both Jeremiah and I. Before, during, and after the concert were calls with my sister as my dad had been taken to the hospital during the time of our short get away. He is there now as they work to abate the ever increasing effects of his heart failure. He will most likely be coming home again, to die, and to be again in my care as the one sibling who lives closest. We are hopefully, finally, getting some other care giver help in place.

My dad driving into the sunset ...

My dad driving into the sunset …

Just as John McCutcheon has played The Palms Playhouse every Sunday night of MLK weekend for the last 35 years, my dad has certain rituals of the farm homesteaded in 1850 by our ancestor Jasper who came from the Isle of Minorca. Every tradition starts somewhere. Some of them sustain us and some of them wear us down … slowly … like the consistency of water over stone, shaping, imaging, for what is hopefully always the highest good of all. The truth, in all of it’s facets, is always unfolding in the inevitable transformation of time.

So as my father dies more and more every day, we, the next generation are left with decades of decay. There are still mired legal issues to wade through ~ generations who died without wills ~ properties, bills, bonds, accounts in dead people’s names that my dad has been juggling so where do they land now?! STOP the madness!

Taken last spring at the ranch; cows and wild flowers are re-born there every year.

Taken last spring at the ranch; cows and wild flowers are re-born there every year.

Enter … family … meetings, paperwork … sorting the life of my dad. Cows are fed and covered. And I return here … a few hours later into my Mindful Monday accounting. In the messy middle of all of it, I affirm divine order. I have continuously been calling on and being aware of the angelic divine in all of this … I am at peace. It doesn’t matter that WordPress will say I posted this on Tuesday because I showed up on my Monday … repeatedly! How many times have I spoke of that on this blog? Too many to count. My renewed 2015 commitment to consistency is not about perfection. It is about continued reflection and regular connection. Deep breath. Peace. For all of us … all my relations … peace, peace, peace.

And I am devoted, dedicated and determined to find my way in this world with the gifts that are mine to give. Creative Spirit Families has a wonderful 2015 set of local gatherings and offerings for live circles of creativity and Love. And I continue my calling to sort out the online offerings as well. Yes,  I have my own deep and layered co-creations as reported here and found in the Leaping Literacy Online Library. The Library is open at a BIG discount as I continue to re-stock (and link!) the shelves. And growth & transformation are taking place in many small ways ~ hear the NEW voices on the narration option of our daily Play and Pray Calendar at New Thought Families!

Leaping Literacy Library for Traditional, Creative, & Spiritual Family Literacy!

Leaping Literacy Library for Traditional, Creative, & Spiritual Family Literacy!

And as I vow and re-align to stay consistently showing up for the callings of my heart, I know that gratitude is my way to stay focused on the good that is always present. I am truly grateful for this gift of life ~ even all my first world problems. I am truly blessed in countless ways; including you, dear one, for sharing this with me. I am so grateful for you. Namaste, Love!


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