A New Beginning

I have always had what I call a very "plastic" brain; by that I mean a mind that slips easily between paradigms of thinking. I begin to see through the filter of those other ways very quickly without losing my ability to relate to my prior position. I think this natural flexibility of belief this is the true definition of what Shamans call "walking in different worlds" and is what caused me to gravitate towards the study of shamanism in the first place.
I still call myself a Shaman, because I see the term as the closest definition to what I have become, but recently, a series of personal changes (and choices) has left me at a bit of a loss in terms of a defining paradigm. Contrary to what you might think, and indeed contrary to how I would have thought about it before, I'm finding that it's just fine with me! I do not mourn the end of an "identity", I celebrate the integration of my many facets into a more complete and effective Human Being.
I'm still writing stories, with plans to publish them in E-book form in the near future, but you will find other information here too. I believe that those who need to find this information will find it. I hope that something about my own personal journey speaks to you, and helps you to unravel some of the mystery of your own Life.
Thank you for reading!
-Grace
(just a reminder, all material and stories are copyrighted)

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

They say that triumph grows out of tragedy if you let it.
I have to admit, I'm hard-pressed to find the silver lining in the storm clouds of the month, but I decided that today I was going to go looking.

The first thing that comes to mind is that losing Kramer and Meko put me in touch with some wonderful people, some of whom will remain friends in the future.
Dozens of people, whether they could donate or not, took the time to contact me and express their support for what I was doing.
Whether we're related by blood or not, there is some feeling of family between pet owners. We understand the pain that stems from the loss of our friends, and that gives us a special understanding when it comes to comforting each other.
I think that in comforting me, some of these people found a measure of comfort for themselves. I like to think that Meko and Kramer had a hand in a lot of healing for a lot of people-not just me.

Losing Kramer and Meko also gave me a deeper appreciation for my two-legged loved ones.
We accept our pets for who they are. If they're grumpy, we chuckle affectionately and say, "well, that's my boy." Why don't we do that with people? Why do we lose patience with them?
One thing I always made sure of was to tell Meko and Kramer that I loved them every day. Each morning when they went out to sit on the porch came a conversation that went kind of like this,

"Be good boy! Be nice to each other, stay out of the road! I love you!"

I was the only one talking, of course, but losing them made me think of the other people in my life who I might lose at any moment. What was the last thing I said to them?
I think that from now on, I'm going to be able to answer that question much more easily.


Again, I'm reminded of just how UN-important most stuff is-as I gather items I haven't laid eyes on in years to sell off for these bills. Fighting for disability years ago gave me a good lesson in this. How many times have we said, "I have to have/I can't live without this".
Well, the truth is, you can.
All the "things" I had didn't keep them safe, and I would rather have my boys back than keep any other "thing" in my life. I think that the ability to let things go with joy is the key to letting other things in. Whatever happens, I'll appreciate the reminder.

I won't keep you guys any longer, this has already turned out to be more than I had intended.
That being said, please remember us. I still have a long way to go before I wrap this up in June. Shares are appreciated too.
Much Love
Grace
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