page 4 of the book I am pretending to write
Posted May 01, 2009 at 09:44 (General)
He paused, and placed his hand over his heart.  "Gaia, I felt, peace, and though it was only for a short time, I was complete.  If she planted the memory within each of them she did well, because no memory was alike.  Each was an individual perception, and some included memory and interaction with her parents.  She has mainly limited her travels to Africa, Australia, and now she is here, in North America.

I feel certain she can sense me because each time I am close to her, my heart begins the painful awareness of its beating, and just as suddenly stops. If she is my other half she should feel it also?  It is almost as she senses danger instead of completion and wholeness.  When I touch upon her ending vibrations they are charged with adrenalin, as if she were frightened.  I know I am close, but I feel far away enough that she cannot sense me.  I have been asking for guidance from the creator.  It is difficult to fight the demon of my ego not to blaze a trail directly to her, pick her up and toss her over my shoulder and carry her off."

Gaia took a deep breath as excitement stirred within her.  She knew if she had been one of the ancients, she should have recognized the presence of another within close proximity, however, if she wasn't she would not understand the current of energies and vibrations that would awaken within and may have been afraid.  Why had she not recognized they were returning?  How many may be out there, with special gifts and abilities, alone with no one to guide them.  It had been an eternity since that fateful day, and she had waited millenniums for their return, to guide them and protect them.  She realized the impact this creation ceremony would have, she would need to utilize the Purification Temple in the presence of the Light Keepers.

"Oh, Warren, do you know what that means?  They are returning to us, all of them.  What could have led her to Florida?"

"I don't know," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.  "What brought you here?" He asked as he looked at her with quizzical eyes.

"Spirit has always led me, Warren," she said with a smile, "I have always followed its lead.  Maybe that is what has led the both of you here as well.  

I will need to go this day to the Purification Temple and summon the Prism.  I must see that moment again as it was, so that I may understand why I have not clearly seen their coming home."

She swallowed back the lump that had risen in her throat and softly spoke.  "I have not been through the portal of Bimini for ages."


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page three of the book I am pretending to write
Posted April 30, 2009 at 10:54 (General)
Gaia felt the cool dampness of the forest beneath her feet as she walked towards her new home.  She had been led to this place by spirit, only a few weeks earlier, yet she still felt restless. She was not looking forward to her life contemplation, she had done all she could in service to the creator and humanity yet she did not feel the contentment within her heart that she once had as keeper of souls.  For centuries she had felt as if some important part of her had been ripped away and that possibly in her need to protect she had destroyed the innocent souls.  Something within told her they existed and she would unite them because she would feel their death.  She couldn't quite understand or even explain how she knew, but she knew.  She had decided she would confront the council with this feeling of incompleteness, for it had continued too long.  And, she was concerned this would become a barrier in her life of service.

The dawn was beginning to bloom, the fragrance of flowers and sea salt were stirring in the breeze.  She inhaled their scent, as she did, there was the scent of another she captured.  She stilled her body, demanded her heart quiet its beating as she scanned for his presence.  

"Hello Warren, what animal brings you out at this hour?" Gaia raised her brow in question.  Warren Foster was renowned for wildlife photography, documentaries, published works and conservation techniques.  

Warren leisurely stepped out of the forest hammock as he spoke.  "You brought me, I heard the call of the dance, your creation celebration.  As with our people, those that are within distance come together to share and honor."

"Warren, I thought you had long ago put aside the ways of our people.  I thought you had forsaken us."

"Never have I forsaken our people, but felt alone far too long.  So I chose to walk the solitary path until the creator called me home.  I was tempted by the demon within, but my honor and my duty held me bound.  And as yet, the demon struggles for release and the creator allows me to wander."

He bowed at the waist, his head slightly raised, his eyes keeping contact with hers.  "I honor your creation and join your celebration."

Gaia could feel the tears pool within her eyes.  More than a century of life celebrations had passed without the companionship of her kind. She bowed in reverence, "I accept your insights and wisdom of my life's path."  

She reached out her hand to him and their fingers entwined.  "I am exceptionally glad Warren that you are still among us."

"You are still not joined?" Gaia asked quietly as they strode up the steps to her small porch.

They sat on the swing without stopping their conversation.

"I am not.  I hold to the teachings of our ancestors that each of us was a soul divided and our other half exists to bring us balance, harmony and completion of purpose.  Yet, we became so fragmented when the ego came upon us, I struggle to fight the ego of doubt, that my mate may not exist."

"You know that she must, for the creator has not taken you into his keeping."

"But there is something else, something I do not quite understand.

"What is it Warren," she said as she lightly touched his arm with kind affection.

"There is a woman I am somehow connected to. I was searching for her when I sensed your celebration.  I first saw her three years ago.  She was in a refugee camp in Ethiopia.  I was traveling in a small plane when we went over the area, and I felt my heart beat awaken within me, like a drum within my ears.  I ordered the pilot to turn around and land the plane, but when I got back to the camp she was gone.  I picked up her scent, and her essence, I asked those around who she was, where I could find her.  They said her name was "Ash" and she would be returning.  Those in the camp knew her well, they talked of her growing up, her family, I could touch the images of her as a child within their minds.  

I had felt such a strong pull towards her, yet these people were adamant they knew her, so I fought with my entire being the need to run after her.  So I waited. For three days I waited, yet she did not return.  Then the heart ceased beating as suddenly as it had started.  It was then I knew she belonged to me."


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next part of the book I am pretending to write
Posted April 29, 2009 at 10:27 (General)
Her long dark mane and ceremonial dress clung to her glistening body moist from the heat of the dance, the tempo of her singing heart awakened his.  He could feel the life come into his body, as his heart beat in sync to the woman in his vision, hard, powerful with a sense of urgent need.  He awoke abruptly, almost painfully as the heart and body he had shut down centuries ago took on life once again.  His hearing so acute his heart and blood coursing through his veins shouted in his ears.  Perspiration dripped from his pores, creating feelings and sensations that had long been foreign to him.

He had buried himself within the ground to serve as a spiritual guardian, to protect those in death until the creator chose to release him from his earthly life.  He had offered himself as gatekeeper, offering protection for those souls who felt themselves "bound" to this world and in fear of the next.  He had chosen the sanctity of the earth, instead of continuing the bleak existence of watching humanity be destroyed by themselves and his brethren growing rich in the power of ego and control.  

His race had become scattered after the destruction of Mu , Azores, Thera along with sacred others.  Instead of seeking unification most sought isolation, the destruction had brought a loss of faith and trust within their race.  Balance had been lost.  Without balance their race could not exist.  Males would not be able to maintain peace within without their anchor, their mate.  After too long a time without the union of their counterpart, males become ego personified.  Many would choose the surge of power to control others and live as Gods among men, losing sight of all that is pure.  As a chosen peacemaker, Shiloh Soloman had gone into the earth until the creator called him home.

But the creator had chosen differently.  She was close.  She existed.  His mate was within his reach.  Shiloh bursts from the earth and took his first breath in centuries.  He breathed her scent, honeysuckles and wild jasmine, earth and purity.  He smiled into the night, lifted his head and hands into the heavens and dropped to his knees, giving thanks to the creator.  His smile was still upon him when he took flight in the direction his heart was leading.


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The beginning of a book I am pretending to write
Posted April 28, 2009 at 14:07 (General)
The sound of the music could be heard by no others.  Yet, all of nature danced in rhythm to it.  She heard it as it called to her as the mighty ocean might roar its way to the shore, as gentle as the breeze carried the bloomed dandelion across the meadow.  She heard it.  She felt the ground quicken beneath her feet as she felt the heartbeat of the earth. The strength of the moon touched her face as she held up her hands giving thanks to the creator.  She felt her veins pulse with the life force, awakened and cleansed once again.  She was renewed.

This eve was her birthday, a celebration of her life; she had stepped into the sacred circle as she had done for over a millennium.  She watched, as her past had played itself out, the strands of yesteryear weaved the tapestry of her life, offering her wisdom, knowledge and even regrets of what had not yet come. 

In her youth the ritual had been shared with her brethren, few chose to be renewed alone without others to share their wisdom of the individual's purpose and learning.  It had been important that others share their insights in order to help one become part of the whole and follow their destiny.  But, now her race was no longer thriving and the few that were left were scattered among the universe, the beacon connecting her people was growing weaker with each passing year. 

This ritual painfully reminded her of choice on that fateful day, the moment she alone scattered the female souls sending them far from harms way.  She wanted to believe she had done the right thing, saving their souls from the destruction of one who would use them for evil, but none of her sister-kin those she had vowed to nurture and protect had found their way back. 

Her race, her people, the immortals were dying.  The males losing honor, the few females aching to hold a child within their arms, but it seemed only males were now being given and the female children that had been born unto them were loved, but had not been blessed with immortality and mothers could not bear to see their loving child wither and die.   Nor did the ladies of light wish to risk a male born son's life over to ego and destruction. 

Kneeling, she took a long breath and willed her heartbeat and lungs to slow down and return to their natural rhythms. She would sleep come the dawn and allow the memories of what the ritual had reawakened in her and then she would decide if her fate lay in the past or within the future.  She would hope that the visions would prove useful instead of painful.


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Today's Rambling
Posted April 19, 2009 at 22:01 (General)
I love life.  I love its experiences.  I have come to learn that even with its ups and downs, my life is quite remarkable.  I have come to understand that even with stress or chaos it can be subsided with my peace of mind.  I found that peace comes from nurturing and loving myself.  If I take time to listen there is great clarity guiding me from within, and so I have learned to become attuned to my greater good.

My life is real.  It is not built upon a false preface of what I would like to be or how I would like the world to see me. It is lived in its truest expressions by being me.  







Mermaids Magic
Posted April 19, 2009 at 21:59 (General)
I am working on an altered book that has a beach and mermaid theme.  I couldn't find a poem I liked so I wrote this for it.

Mermaids Magic

On waters edge when moonlight shines
She sings on gentle winds among the tide.
As lustrous as the pearls she wears,
while water glistens like diamonds upon her skin.

The mermaid beckons mariners well,
Sending waters magic to enchant the spell.
Keeping them safe on voyages so they
May return to wives and daughters.

She dives beneath the waters depth
When those unlucky meet their end
In loving grace a kiss she bestows
so their soul may to heaven ascend.

Sharon Renae





New beginnings, classes
Posted April 13, 2009 at 13:31 (General)
It's a beautiful rainy day here in Pensacola.  Everything that is supposed to be green is getting the opportunity for a big drink of water.  I love Spring.  I love the colors and the newness and the perceptions of new beginnings.

New beginnings, does that sound fantastic!  How many times have you wanted a new beginning, a fresh start or do-over?  We can't go back and change anything, but we definitely have the opportunity to start over each and every day.  Every day and every moment has the potential and possibility for something new, for magic and change.  We are creators, the magicians, and we hold the power to wield the magic of happiness and joy into our lives, to color our world with vibrancy.

We are powerful in our being!  We often just don't realize it, often because we are stuck.  Inside we are dry and parched and we thirst to nurture ourselves, but we feel we just need to give something more to something or someone else and we will take care of ourselves later.

I want to remind you that I am offering wonderful classes that will provide you with loving, nurturing joy and happiness.  I do warn you that if you drink from this well you will be given the tools to see life in a new way, to expand yourself into something more with clear understanding that you do hold the magic wand and you can wave it in your favor.  

Give yourself permission to come and express yourself outside the boundaries of limitation.  

Come have fun, play, learn, grown and just be who you are in a safe loving environment.  

The Creative Writing, Juicy Writing class starts tomorrow, I still have room for a few more so you procrastinators come on, and come play!

Classes are listed on my class page:  (You really, really don't want to miss one more moment of laughter, do you?)

Hugs,
Sharon
  




Ta Da!
Posted April 03, 2009 at 18:35 (General)




Love what you do
Posted March 25, 2009 at 10:38 (General)

Good Morning, Good Afternoon and Good Night!

If you want to see the art challenge results you can go to my myspace page, myspace.com/psychicsharon.  I drove rick nuts trying to figue out how to do it.  So I thought I would give him a little break before posting on here!  LOL!

I am leaving early this afternoon on a little get-away.  I am actually working on Thursday and Sunday while I am on this adventure, but I will Have Friday and Saturday to be with just myself and Rick.  I am taking my art projects to work on while I am staying in this adorable beachside condo, that we get to stay in for free!

I say, Thank You God!  There will be no phones, or internet just the sound of the ocean, the breeze and my own giggles and sighs of playfulness.

I am excited for this little retreat just because it will be fun to do what I do someplace else!

I have really learned since closing the store, the center and the magazine that life is so much better and brighter.  As Tiki Jake says, "Life is Good.  Do what you love, love what you do."  I am so glad I listened to the depth of my being to hear that.  I am happy.  I love my life and I wouldn't trade it in, for anything.

If you want to catch some of my enthusiasm, consider taking some of the playshops I am going to be doing, I cannot adequetly describe them in words, they more need to be expressed.

Love your life, enjoy your day and do something good for you!

Hugs,

Sharon

St. Parick's Art Challenge
Posted March 17, 2009 at 10:25 (General)
Happy Saint Patricks Day!

So other than being green with envy, or taken by the green eyed monster, or going green (that new word for recycled and save the earth) what green thing can we do today? 

ART CHALLENGE!
You writers out there write three paragraphs or a limerick  using the word green, you have to use the word green in each line. 
Artists and crafters create a collage using three colors of green and one complimentary color like yellow or purple.  It can be any size, as long as you can scan it. 

email your wiritings or your art and I'll post it!  I guess I should make a challenges section.  Challenge ends Monday, March 23, 2009.  Why do it?  Because you can! Because it's fun.  Think Green!




Restlessness
Posted March 07, 2009 at 12:12 (General)
It is a beautiful day, like yesterday, and I am restless.  I want to do and create, yet I can’t seem to find that “thing” to fulfill me and quiet the boredom that continues to rise within.  So, as a friend of mine says, I am futzing, but sometimes it’s needed.  

In these moments of restlessness if we listen it shares with us that although we want to DO, it might be time to BE STILL and look within.  When I reflect back into my life, these restless moments (sometimes they have lasted months)  were always the beginnings of something, creation in the process you might say.  My soul know it is on to something, it’s just my awareness has not connected with it yet.  

So, I must wait, while this feeling of restlessness manifest itself into something more tangible that I can understand, work and move forward with.  

I am somewhere between lull and moving towards the unknown target.  So these times are wonderful to fill with naps, reading, and housekeeping duties (okay, probably not) and walks.  And in the movement of the quiet my soul is processing the next step, idea or goal.  This is the time to accept patience, something I am not good at, and try to avoid at any cost.  However, it insists and beckons that patience be given.

Hugs,
Sharon




Valentines Day Reading Special
Posted February 14, 2009 at 16:07 (General)
I just had this great thought on how I can share Valentine’s Day with you.  I decided it would be a great day to share LOVE, so for today and until 9pm (CST) tomorrow, (that would be Sunday, Feb 15) I would gift each of you with a 50% off reading.  That means your reading is only $50!

Now, with all good things there are stipulations:

1. You must make your appointment date within thirty days, including any gift certificates that you might purchase must be used by March 16^th. 
2. Saturday appointments are not available with this special offer. 
3. You must pay the $50 in full when you book your appointment; I accept Lady Visa, or Master Card. 

Soul Portraits

I would also like to tell you I am now doing Soul Portraits.  When I do a reading I get to see your soul, that most beautiful, radiant part of you, that which is Divine.  I have been practicing several techniques to help capture those glimpses, and now feel ready to share them with you.  These can be done in addition to the reading, or via email or phone request, as I can tune into you at any time through meditation with your permission.  The cost for a Soul Portrait is $35, plus shipping and handling if mailed.  There is no “reading” given in a Soul Portrait, unless there is a particular word, feeling or thought that continues to arise.  We will be posting examples on my website within the next few days.

 

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So Happy Valentines Day, go and share a chocolate with someone you love, especially yourself.

Happy Valentine's Day
Posted February 14, 2009 at 16:01 (General)
Happy Valentine's Day! 

I like to think of it as Happy Goddess Day, I mean really, chocolates and flowers, and lovin'... just yummy! 

I haven't meant to be out of the loop, I have just been in this great little happy place of creating and playing, and lose all concept of time.  That must be why people in heaven don't recognize time, is because they are doing stuff they love.

I have created this fun little assembly line, I am making little Spirit Dolls and just having a blast, then I might wander off to working on an altered book, then hopping over to make these really cute - what I call Bohemian Button-flys!  

I am also doing Soul Portraits - these are too pretty!  They are as gorgeous as the real thing, but it is the closest I can seem to get to it in the moment.   When I do life readings, I get to see the soul, and I thought wouldn't it be great if people could see how purty they really are!  So there you go, now you can, yes it is true you're purtier, however this gives you a good idea or what lies within.  Something quite magnificent!




Circle of Life
Posted February 04, 2009 at 13:56 (General)
I have been tucked away in my art studio, creating, expressing being.  It is a wonderful feeling, a wonderful place.  When I am in that space I feel loved, secure, whole and inspired. 

It is when I come out of that "space" (not just the room, but the energy as well) that I allow my doubts to creep in or myself to wonder "what is this that I am doing?" 

Many of you know this is where our perception of logic begins to question the purpose of the heart.  I have recently chosen to not spend time reasoning with the logic, but enjoying the space of wonder and creativity.  Where I feel alive and whole. 

Readings and spiritual counseling is what I do, who I am, but I am quickly learning it is my creative essence that restore and brings energy back to me. 

Being in my creative space, blinds me to many things, eating, blogging, house cleaning.  I am just so in my space that I see nothing else but the wonderful consummation of joy that flows through me and into the object of my focus. 

I am finding out that I accomplish more when I allow myself the time and space to nurture me, instead of moving about feeling empty and depressed, because I have neglected me.

I am enjoying life so much more now that I have taken the time to include me in it.  I really had to learn that receiving is as important as giving.  Circle of life for the moment is complete.

Hugs,
Sharon




What's in a word?
Posted February 04, 2009 at 13:51 (General)
I have recently become acquainted with my inspirational muse, I call her Creative Bliss.  Her out-of-the-box thinking has inspired me to be silly and she added journal exercises to my day, using it to make up words to describe feelings or find myself thinking about giving new meanings to existing words, based on how they sound or my mind sees them.

So an example might be -
Twizzler - to twirl around while drizzling honey on bread, and you can only say you twizzled if you didn't spill any.

Perch - a peach that grows in the really deep south.

Hammer - to eat pork while intoxicated.

So, go have a spludendess day, filled with amazeable experiences and go instigate creative, playful thoughts into your day and nevermind the logic.

Hugs,
Sharon








 




The moment
Posted January 22, 2009 at 17:26 (General)
Today is here.  This moment is filled with unlimited potential and opportunity.  You can think anything in this moment.  You can allow your imagination to come in and take over.  You can use you skills to solve some type of deep mathematical equation, or you can think about the workings of the universe.  Or, what about that guy, the one that realized if you cracked an egg you could cook it and eat it, imagine how that came about...

Now think about the next story you want to write and what character is your favorite.  What are they going to do next?  Are you thinking about organizing your closet, or getting your hair cut, or touching up those roots?    

You might be using all that energy to worry about something, something that you can't change, but yet you are still taking the opportunity of the moment to worry about it.  But, it is not as much fun as eating a piece of chocolate.  That's what I am doing in this moment as I am typing this blog.  It is a Dove's Dark Chocolate and the message said "breathe."

I like it when I live in the moment instead of trying to put the yesterdays and tomorrows with today and the last hour and the next all together.  No wonder most of us are depressed.  That's a lot to put into the moment.

Today is Cat Appreciation Day.  Take a moment or two and think about that, perhaps while enjoying a really good piece of chocolate.

Hugs,
Sharon Renae




Growing Pains
Posted January 21, 2009 at 14:21 (General)




Cat, Rat, and Squirrel
Posted January 17, 2009 at 13:25 (General)
When we first moved here I was most eager to get a couple of bird feeders and watch the birds from the window.  However, the bird feeder was invaded by squirrels and their was fighting between the squirrels and the doves and the doves and the other birds.  And I was concerned that the feeder might invite the squirrels to take up residence in my rafters or attic or something like that.  And as I was watching the battles contemplating my decision, a squirrel as easy as you please, climbed the Sheppard's hook and jumped into the feeder.  But to my astonishment, the squirrel's tail had been replaced by something that looked like a small snake!  Well for gracious sakes!  It was a rat.  So my dilemma was solved.  I marched outside, pulled the feeder up and put it in the garage.

The squirrels still occupy the backyard, they run in groups, play chase and actually come onto our windowsill and tease our cats.  Tapping on the window, chattering (or do you call it barking?), waving their tail with eager enthusiasm, (if you are of the opinion squirrels are enthusiastic).

But today, this morning,  I watched mesmerized by what I saw.  A local neighborhood cat that frequents our back yard was laying in wait for the moment of opportunity.  Eyes wide, no movement, not even the tail.  On the top of the fence sat a squirrel barking down towards the cat, fearless and relentless with putting its full attention on the cat.  The squirrel came face to face with the cat, never shutting up, taking a stand.  Then I saw that cat nod ever so slightly its head.  

The squirrel turned around and started chattering again.  From under the fence came a rat.  A big one, I mean it was as big as the squirrel.  I call it big.  The squirrel chatted to the rat, the rat stood on its hind legs talking to the squirrel.  The cat stayed put.  But now its tail flicked with slow frequent moves.  Me and my cats watching from the window, while I held my breath.

Then it happened.  The three came together close but not touching. They turned away, the cat went back to his hiding place, the rat followed the squirrel up the fence.  They made their way in the direction of the cat.  The cat pretended not to notice.  They jumped as if to land on the cat, but cat was too fast. And the chase began.  Cat, Rat and Squirrel took turns in the chase.  And at the end of this excitement they came together, groomed themselves and Squirrel and Rat went on about their business while Cat napped. And that some say animals don't think... mmm







Sing
Posted January 16, 2009 at 10:22 (General)
(Sing in the tune of Happy Birthday)   Good Morning to you!  Good Morning to you!  It is free - zing here in Pen-sa-cola! So I hope you stay warm too!

It's good to sing isn't  it?  You expand your lungs, and singing a light hearted ditty makes you smile, or a least smile at the whacky person telling you to sing it.

As a small child I loved to sing, but I was told at a pretty young age that I couldn't sing because I couldn't carry a tune.  I didn't understand what a "tune" was - but I knew I didn't like having to swallow my voice.  I was heart-broken that I could and would not be able bellow out songs during music, or join the chorus, or a church choir. 

I think maybe had I not had to be self-conscious about it that maybe my voice would have found its way, or maybe I would have had more years to be able to express myself by singing loudly, and enthusiastically. 

Because being told you can't sing - meant to me you can't let the music, the celebration and the expression in you out.  It has to be stored up - and that really blocks your throat.

For those that know me - today I bellow - Loud and clear in an obvious horrendous voice (solo of course) to the awe of others.  Watching them struggle to decide how they are suppose to be reacting. 

My grandchildren look forward to their special Emmie birthday songs.  When my granddaughters were small I taught them the song - "SING OUT LOUD, SING OUT STRONG," in the most fun obnoxious way.  One day they were in the store and the song came on my Caleigh and Sydney whor were 4 and 2 at the time said in unison - "That is not how you sing that song!"  And they proceeded to sing it much to their mom's embarrassment "The real way, the Emmie way!" 

My friend Doe Hart, who has a beautiful voice - would say a wonderful woman told her if you have a voice you can sing!  She also told me the most wonderful story.

Doe worked in a spiritual store in Ohio, and one day a deaf woman came in and she could talk and read lips.  And she told Doe she was a singer and she sang all the time.  And the woman said to her - "Do you know how I know I can sing?"  And Doe said "How?"

And she replied

"Because it makes me feel so good inside." 

So there you go.  SING OUT LOUD, SING OUT STRONG, DON'T WORRY IF YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE ELSE TO HEAR.  JUST SING.  SING YOUR SONG.

Hugs,
Sharon
 




Organizing and Workshop Planning
Posted January 13, 2009 at 14:19 (General)
A creative happy hello to you!  I didn't know Rick added these fun fonts for me! 

Sometimes time passes quickly when I am all wrapped up in my warm fuzzies.  Doing what makes me happy and brings me joy.  I hadn't really realized I hadn't blogged! So here I am blogging.

Last week I was a real poopie pants.  I was fighting some sort of yucky mind disease.  Do you ever get that?  It really sucks!

But, since Sunday I seemed to be back on board.  I began really organizing and going through things.  I have started in the Creative Bliss Art Studio - since it has a combination of art and craft essentials along with store/office supplies.  I am still working and organizing - and I am slowing beginning to see a difference.  AND, I have actually emptied over a dozen bins and boxes.  Yeah me! 

I went to the Dollar Tree and bought 25 storage containers and they have been great to use for organizing and separating the art and office supplies.  As long as I put things away I won't have to go searching for them anymore.  TOO Cool! 

I am also working on the new material for the Treasure mapping/Goal Setting class.  I am re-vamping it and adding more fun to it.  I am adding creativity and fun to the spiritual growth stuff.  I think that better matches who I am.

I will also be putting workbooks on the website so that they will be available for download to people interested in doing it on their own - or if they live out of the area. 

So, I am going back to work on the Treasure Map..
Happy living to you.
Hugs,
SHaroN.




Treasure Mapping and Goal Setting Class
Posted January 10, 2009 at 14:10 (General)
Happy Day to you!

I just wanted to remind you that you have only one week left before my Treasure Mapping Goal Setting class that takes place Saturday, January 17, from 1pm-4pm.  

Have already put your new year's resolutions into action?  If so, this class will help give you that extra ummph to continue with them.  If you are still procrastinating this class will help you to gain vision, insight, understanding and direction to get started and continue to bring your dreams and desires into action.  

No, it's true I can't tell you that taking this class will change your life and give you everything you are wanting, because when it comes down to it, only you can change it and make it happen!  But, if you need a little help, some inspiration and an afternoon of having fun and being creative, this class is the way to go.  The cost is only $20, and what you can gain from it can be priceless.

Give yourself the time and permission to move yourself in a forward position.  Get off the treadmill and come play!  It is important if you are taking the class that you respond no later than Thursday, Jan 15 - mostly because there is a pre-class assignment you need to do before coming, you will need a list of your goals, wants, desires and if you have them in hand for the class it will allot you more time for creating your treasure map.

I'm telling you this is going to be fun!  You can call me at 850-469-0605 or email me at sharon@sharonrenae.com  to sign up and get directions.  I do not accept personal checks.  You can pay with cash, Master Card or Visa.  

Hugs,
Sharon





Our Search to Become
Posted January 08, 2009 at 00:21 (General)

We search to find understanding to our existence, the real meaning within our lives.  We search for who we are.  We look out unto the universe for answers and for purpose.  We find faith and belief in religions.  We look to find some understanding that life has great meaning and purpose.

 

We search and put our faith into religious practices because we have great desire that there is something more to life, that we are not alone.  We want to be reassured we are loved and that there is salvation from death.  We want more, we want to explore the mysteries of the universe the miracles in life.  We want to know there is a higher power that watches over us, loves us and protects us.  We want to believe there is greatness within us and that we are made up of the same unlimited potential as the universe and the God we believe in.

 

We do not want to accept that this is as good as it gets.  We want to believe there is more, that we have great opportunity for happiness, peace, contentment, prosperity and success.  We want to know that as an individual we matter.  We want to know we are precious and priceless.  We don’t want to resolve ourselves to accepting that this is as good as it gets.  We want to be more and it is within the center of our existence, our soul, that we know that we are to become more than we are.  We cannot stop it. It is in our nature, it is a natural process of our evolution to expand our minds and reach for what is not yet known.

 

May we each find what it is we are seeking.  May we find solace in the desire and the journey of our becoming.

 

Hugs,

Sharon

The Goddess Energy and Being a Woman
Posted January 05, 2009 at 15:04 (General)
Within many of us lies a Goddess, often in waiting – we don’t let her out.  I love the Goddess energy, the sensuality, the passion that goes with it.  She is strong, powerful, sensual, loving, compassionate, sexy and she owns it!

Often, I will get this beautiful voluptuous goddess within a client.  This goddess is so breathtakingly beautiful.  Owning her power, wanting to live in celebration of life, and often a prisoner within the body she inhabits.

Why, can’t we let the goddess that is the essence of our very core out?  Why are we so afraid or intimidated to let her run rampant within our lives?  I don’t think we are afraid of her and her power, but I think we think that we are not worthy of such a presence, and to be that in our present state would be a sacrilege, or perhaps silly or who do we think we are anyway?

I tell you now, your size and shape, your age and race have nothing to do with your ability to be a goddess!  I can tell you based on my own life and my size that sensuality does not just come in a size 4!  The goddess that exists with the feminine form is alive and well.  She is there waiting to enhance your life, wanting you to live passionately with purpose, it is what is in your mind that holds that wonderful beautiful energy at bay.

Let this divine energy out!  Let her guide you on a course to happiness if it is to let yourself dance, sing, paint your toenails, be sexy and adventurous.  It is who you are, who you want to be, what she is telling you is that it is okay to be it.

Do wonderful things that bring pleasure to you.  Buy fresh flowers, eat by candlelight, take a bubble bath, get a massage, dress as you’ve always longed to.  Give yourself a signature – like always wearing pearls, being known for your flamboyant attitude or dress, wearing no other makeup than red lipstick, coloring your hair when the wind changes!  Take a chance, take a chance to live life with expression!

Here’s to the Goddess that resides within!

Hugs,

Sharon





Anniversary
Posted January 02, 2009 at 11:12 (General)
Happy New Year!

New Year’s Eve was our anniversary.  I had to actually go and dig up our marriage license to see how many years we have been married.

The looks on people’s faces when either one of us say we don’t know is awestruck.  How could we not know?  How could it not matter?  It is an important milestone that should continue to be marked; everyone else knows how long they’ve been married.  How can it be so trivial and unimportant to us?  I have to be honest with you and if it didn’t fall on New Year’s Eve, I am not so sure that I could remember the date is December 31st.  It is just as shocking to people to know that we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day either.  I guess it does seem odd.

This marriage has been a blissful happy one; so much so that I have enjoyed and lived those days, not counted them.  I have enjoyed and looked forward to each and every day of our marriage.  I know with certainty that I have been blessed with this partnership.  I know with certainty that I have someone to catch me if I fall.  I know with certainty that I am loved, adored and appreciated.  

I know that I have love in my life.  I don’t take it for granted or expect it, but I embrace it.  I relish the laughter, cherish my partner and give thanks everyday for what I have.  It is special.  Everyday is an anniversary, marking a new day, a new adventure.  Everyday is Valentine’s Day where love is acknowledged, shared and proven with words, actions, touches and smiles.

I have learned that real love is comfortable. That you don’t stand on a cliff waiting for the shoe to drop.  Real love doesn’t hurt.  You can have passion and comfort.  What I have come to understand is that when you love someone so much it hurts, it isn’t real love.

We have been blessed in a blissful union.  We look forward to celebrating it everyday, not just a couple days a year.

According to the marriage license we have now been married for 12 years.  But don’t expect me to remember it!

Hugs,

Sharon Renae





Creativity vs Readings
Posted December 31, 2008 at 16:17 (General)

Good Morning!

Over the last several weeks I have begun to notice something very interesting.  A pattern that I am beginning to recognize, but yet unsure if it can be altered or not.

I am finding that on the days that I do readings, my creativity seems to be lacking.  I could have been working on a project before doing a reading and all kind of creativity flows, but after the reading(s) it seems to be gone, I can remember what I was doing, what  wanted to do but the spark itself was missing. 

I have also noticed that the energies for readings is enhanced and more powerful when I have been creative just before the reading.  Like the joy of my soul is carried into the spiritual connection of the reading. 

It makes me wonder if this muscle just needs to be trained and developed or if I have just used up all my energies in the readings.  I do not like the idea of being limited in my creativity, but being aware that the flow is not as open after readings can also eliminate frustration.  I will continue to observe the process and if it appears that there is no changing it, then I will simply do the creative work earlier in the day and possibly move readings later into the day.

I have found on a personal level that my heart sings and dances with the joy for me when I am being expressive.  When I am doing readings it is like being wrapped in a warm coccoon connected to everything through divine love.  This gives me a wonderful understanding to being individual and being part of the whole.  

Hugs,

Sharon Renae   

The Crying Tree
Posted December 21, 2008 at 12:29 (General)

I am in my craft room, my intent is to create, to play, to accomplish nothing in particular. 

I hear the high pitch screaming.  The moaning, uncontrolable misery.  I look out the window behind me.  I see it, the city has cut a tree.  It wails and cries.  The other trees mourn in sychronization, the activity of the birds and squirrels has stopped. 

This beautiful tree, a Live Oak, has been stripped.  It now stands as an obelisk, no branches, no covering, naked.  I sense its humility.  It was proud in its existence.  I was drawn much like a compulsion to go to the tree and offer comfort.  I could not be concerned about my own embarrassement or what a passing stranger might think.

As I got closer to the tree its silent screams grew louder, more piercing.  It is hard for me to think that this cannot be heard.  The tree, now knowing fear, felt vulnerable.  It was threatened by my approach, rightfully so. 

I reached out and touched it, it scream, shrill and piercing, sadden the very depths of my soul.  It could not understand the "why" of it.  It could not understand what it had done in its being to have been torn apart, and yet left to suffer the indignity of not knowing if its life was over.  It was concerned what would happen to the life it offered protection to.  How now would it protect itself?

The trees around it suffered as well, not knowing what other change might occur and what would happen if they were no longer able to serve their purpose. 

I could do nothing, other than send the love from the deepest part of myself.  I could not offer it promises or certainty of  life.  I was helpless.  I did what I knew to do and asked the heavens to embrace this tree in light and love, and that it might once more know what it is. 

The world is powerful in its presence, alive, living and breathing.  I appreciate what if offers me.  I am not always so conscious of what was sacrificed for my comfort.  Today I appreciate the sacrifice and the life that gave itself over for my comfort.

Hugs,

Sharon Renae

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