Lost and Found

I have found some time.

time for me.

time for prayer.

time for singing.

time for meditation.

time for reading.

time for researching.

time for writing.

I have also found that I can't force the spirit within or without. What I can do... is be at peace and empty myself of all that is busy. all that is demanding. all that is chaotic. all that is worrisome. all that is negative. all that is worldly focused. all that is cryptic. all that is numbing. all that is hurtful. all that is wrong. 

Empty myself of all....but God. 

I have found that I can Breathe in clarity, calmness, gentleness, focus, goodness, kindness, hope, serenity, quietness.

And yet, despite the peace that washes over me, I have found that an inferno burns deep within my gut, my heart, my spirit...my soul. A fire that is fuelled by words. Words that are tumbling, turning, twisting, rising, rolling, rebounding around inside. Words feeding a fire that threatens to burn out of control, extinguished only by taking pen to paper, fingers to keyboard. 

The burning topic this week is that of bullying. All kinds of media are inflamed with various takes, views and opinions on this topic of late with the suicidal death of yet another young person who could not withstand the badgering, taunting and cruel words of bullies. My heart goes out to her family with the loss of their daughter and the inner turmoil they now must bare. 

So many windows (& too many doors) into the world of bullying.... I approach but one and share from a place of understanding that comes from a journey strewn with ashes from the past & smoke that still stings the nostrils, shortness of breath and too foggy a brain to think clearly.

I have vivid memories of childhood moments filled with tauntings, badgering, cruel words and bruised self-esteem. There are memories of twisted arms (yes, literally), pulled hair, and bruises on my body. Memories that include me searching deep down inside for a strength I was surprised I possessed; strength enough to sing in my brave 10 year old voice "sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me" OH how wrong that little ditty is! I know, because the old tapes (voices from the past) sometimes still creep in to haunt me.

I have teenage memories that threaten to this day to leave me feeling ashamed, broken, wounded, hurt, hated, unloved and never quite good enough.... Memories that include the building of walls, the reshaping of personality, the altercations to God-given characteristics and God-breathed spirit. Memories that to this day fuel spoken words from my own lips "You could not pay me enough to go through high school again!!!" 

Thankfully my teen years were short lived for it was at 16 and a half that My Man, my protector, my Knight came riding into my life and whisked me away! Oh how grateful I forever will be to that man! :) 

It is unfortunate that the years prior to my rescue were enough to negatively impact the many years that followed. Not enough to render me a lifelong victim. Not enough to destroy me. Not enough to leave me completely broken. Just enough to leave some scars. Enough to alter my self-esteem, self image and my belief (or rather lack of)in myself. Sadly the negative impact on my own self has, over the years, affected those I have called friends along with family members, co-workers, employers, neighbors, customers, clients and even simple acquaintances.   

I have grown up, I would like to think that those that taunted my childhood and teenage years have grown up as well and become cherished members in their own communities & families. I believe it is highly possible and I honestly hold no grudges or harbour any bitterness or unforgiveness towards those from my youth.  

However, I know that not everyone's childhood bullies stopped bullying. They just got taller, older and more creative with their tactics. They have become adult bullies, workplace bullies, corporate bullies, professional bullies, neighbourhood (home-owners) bullies, political bullies, advertising bullies, big business bullies, development bullies, selfish and self-serving bullies from all walks of life. 

Too often is the case that an adult bully is a charming, loveable, wonderful human being to all around him...unless you are the one he/she is targeting! It is frequently the case that an adult bully often becomes the victim when outed by the target. No one believes the accusations. It is often impossible to prove. How can you say such a thing about him/her? And then just when you think you have a good case against this person; the bully becomes the master manipulator and shreds you before the jury of your peers, co-workers, supervisors & management.

This I know to be true....I have been their target too! I have left lucrative, rewarding, fulfilling places of employment due to corporate bullies. I have suffered hurt and humiliation from small business owners both as an employee and a customer/client. I have been the target of sexual harassment in the workplace. I have moved from one community to another to escape the bullying of neighbors. I have suffered with frequent headaches, migraines, stomach illnesses and diseases from 'professionals' and their bully tactics. I have watched others stand back as witnesses to these 'crimes' without offering aid. I get sick to my stomach as I admit I have been one of these witnesses...long before I understood what was going on. 

Even now, after all I have experienced, all I have been thrown, given, handed, tossed. Even now...It takes time for me to see the picture being painted on the wall of my own life. I ask myself why??  The only answer I have is.... because my heart forgives, my heart forgets, my heart holds on to hope, my heart looks for the good in others. My heart believes that if I genuinely give 100% of myself to everyone I meet for their good and not mine; they will give back just as much and for the same reasons. If I treat others as I wish to be treated the world will be a better place. Idealist? Perhaps. But that is OK as I am happy in that idealistic world...despite the hurt and abuse that sometimes comes back. 

I have said the events of my youth did not render me a lifelong victim and for that I am forever thankful!  It is because of these memories, these early events, these youthful hurts that I have come to a place of great strength. Couple that strength with age and we have a marriage of wisdom and discernment; which has given birth to insight and empathy. Wrap up that little family with God's unconditional and never failing love; throw it all into the furnace of tragedy and when the flames go out, the ashes cool and the smoke has cleared, look for one of God's precious jewels... Shining brightly, surviving, thriving, living life to its fullest, believing in self and embracing ALL that God polished!

I was lost and now am found

was blind and now I see

I was lost and now am found

was deaf and now I hear

I was lost and now am found

was numb and now I feel

I was lost and now am found

was mute and now I speak

I was lost and now am found

was lame and now I leap

I was lost and now am found

felt trampled to the ground

the feet, the fists, the spoken darts

did pierce my wounded heart

I was bound and now am free

to see with crystal eyes

I was bound and now am free

to hear & sort the lies

I was bound and now am free

to feel the chains release

I was bound and now am free

to speak of love and peace
I was bound and now am free
to dance and skip and BE
I was bound and now am free
to celebrate by being ME!

Blessings to you today as you make your way to the lost and found of your life ♥

LR

Touching base.... ♥

My dad pointed out a couple of days ago that my last Blog was January 31! That's a month! No wonder I have been missing you all of late!


It is thrilling to me to check the stats on my blog and see that there are still visitors on a daily basis. It is encouraging to my heart and yet I feel this small twinge of guilt pressing down as well.


I am not one to give excuses and truly do not like to come across as defensive. The saying 'it is what it is' comes to mind each time I think of 'why'.


However...I do feel I owe my wonderful friends, family, followers and droplets an explanation as to why the lull with my writing as well as an update into our lives.


At the beginning of February I was hired by the Raw Food Restaurant here in Qualicum Beach, Rawthentic Eatery. I had been verbally applying on a daily basis since we arrived here in September. I knew and God knew... it was only a matter of time before 'They' knew!  Well that day finally arrived and just as I thought...I love it!


I love the people who own it, the people who work there and the people who are customers there! It is busy. The days are long and full. It is challenging. It is rewarding. It is fun. It is stretching.


My Man and I entered the RAW Food world upon our arrival here after I researched and dabbled in it during my month in Victoria, July last year.


We had been having so many physical ailments over the years with the last being severe stomach pain almost every time we ate! We battled skin rashes, sleeplessness, joint & muscle pain, major digestive issues, ulcers, sore & bleeding gums, headaches and of course emotional distress. We knew the stress over the years had been taking its toll on our bodies and it was time to make some drastic changes or medicate ourselves to death.


Thus our entry into Raw Food. Presently our stomachs give us very little grief. My skin issues are 95% under control. The aching in my joints has diminished considerably. Since June 2007 I have taken a natural sleep aid EVER night to get me to sleep. With our lifestyle change and move I can count on one hand how many times I have needed help to get to sleep.


I love our new Raw diet and I love the raw food culture.


Besides the two or three days a week at the restaurant I am still pursuing and LOVING my career as a massage therapist! I love to pour out love. To nurture. To see healing results. To see a persons whole being changed after one hour with me. I love looking for Gods touch on someone he has brought my way. I love the power of the essential oils I use in my treatments. I love the hugs from my clients.


There is not enough business for me at the Spa I work at so My Man and I have been putting our mobile massage & reflexology business together. We had both hoped to stay away from self-employment for our first year on the Island... We now believe God has other plans for us.


The marketing of self and services is time consuming and overwhelming. Not to mention that rejection of self and services is VERY tough on the ego and confidence scale! We remember that it is not our will we seek and that the plans He has for us are plans to prosper and not to harm, plans to give us hope and a future. It will come together!


This truth that 'it will come together' was never more clear then when I was hired for my third (or is it 4th?) job here on the Island.


You will remember the blog 'The Work of a Dream' from January 18 when I wrote about goal setting and a business plan. Well...I got right on the writing of goals, desires and dreams and found I rather enjoyed it. Especially when I saw one dream come to reality that very week!  It was CrAzY!


On January 19 I point form wrote about my writings....


~ I love to write
~ I am a good writer (I have been told enough to finally believe!)
~Is my desire still to write a book
~Is it a daily newspaper article
~is it always going to be a blog
~The blog is time consuming with out pay ~ 2-4 hours every day
~what about my desire to share our health wisdom


On January 25th a day or two before I was hired at the restaurant and 6 days after I wrote about where my writing was going; I was hired to write a weekly newsletter! When I read over my entry in my goals diary...I was blown away! Talk about speaking it out into the universe! Talk about God caring about ALL our desires, dreams and wishes! My faith was increased 100 fold that day. When I have Thomas days, days of doubt I look at my goals diary and I read the articles I am writing every week and then I wait expectantly on God for the next mind blowing event!


Oh the newsletter content? I write each and every week about the Raw Food World! My desire to share the wisdom I glean from hours of research and hands on healthy living and healing is now being put in print...EVERY WEEK! It is sent out to hundreds of emails, hundreds of people who have signed up to receive this newsletter! I love it! It is challenging. It is stretching. It is fun. It is rewarding! It is VERY time consuming, mind consuming, energy consuming and eats up the creative writing within me. 


And that dear friends...is my excuse for not blogging for the last month. I spend 5-9 hours each Sunday writing the newsletter which is published at midnight Sunday. Mondays are spa days. Tuesdays are Healing Rain marketing days. Wednesdays and Thursdays are Rawthentic days. Fridays is shared with Rawthentic and Natural Synergy Day Spa and Saturday is full on Spa day.


I am happy. I am full of joy. I am blessed. I am honoured to see God's hand in my day to day existence. I have an amazing man who supports me with everything I do. 


A man who pulls me outside for walks. Does the laundry. Cleans the bathroom. Takes care of the dog. He vacuums. He grocery shops. He encourages. He takes full Saturdays and does 'on location' days with mini-hand reflexology treatments to promote our mobile Healing Rain. He is on call 5 days a week for school bus driving. He drives Taxi's on Saturdays when not 'on location'. We market together on Tuesdays. He pours me wine and finds me salty crunch when my day is too long and I am too cranky. He waits patiently for 'us' time as I make calls to family and friends back home and have all evening texting conversations with some of the same. He keeps up with his amazing gift of reflexology on my feet EVERY night. He holds me close. He loves me.


I wasn't supposed to be this busy when we moved to a quieter life of Island living... I learned I don't do 'nothing' well! As well as 'nothing' doesn't pay the bills!


Where does that leave our relationship dear friends, readers & droplets? If you will be understanding and patient with me I have every intention of continuing my writings here on my Healing Rain Blog. Sharing my heart, my life, my lessons, my God and my musings. It will likely be published on a weekly basis unless I decide to give up sleeping altogether! =) 


I also will be setting up another blog site of some sort, in the very near future, to share the culture, lifestyle and how to's of living on a Raw Food Diet. I hope it will be intriguing enough to have you join me there as well as here....




Blessings be yours as you wait expectantly on God...♥ LR

Just Two Words...

I need to be 'qualified' by people in my life. I need to feel like I am important to them. Surely we all have a deep desire to feel that we make a difference in peoples lives. Whether it be friends, family, neighbours, those we do business with etc.

Big pet peeve of mine is shown in the statements that follow...  What feels better to YOU?

'you're moving? ok, bye'

or

'your moving? I am going to miss YOU so much! it has been wonderful having you for a neighbour!'

'you're quitting? oh, well...you have to do what you have to do.'

or

'your quitting? I understand why you need to but we are going to miss you so much around here!'

'you can't come? ok.' 

or

'you can't come? oh, what? That is too bad, I really wish you could, I will miss you!'

'I am not going to shop here any more because I wasn't treated fairly. Oh well, there is nothing I can do for you'

or

'I am not going to shop here any more because I wasn't treated fairly. I am so sorry to hear that, please tell me what happened. We appreciate your business, here is 25% off your next visit.'

Do you get the picture? We all want to feel wanted. That we matter. That we are important.

It takes very little effort to make others feel special. But because of our own guarded heart, selfishness, hurt and all about me attitude we often toss others aside to protect ourselves. 

We need to take a look at the words "it's not all about me" and apply it where we can in our lives. Step outside of your normal, your comfort zone, your own head and take a look at the situation from the other side. 

When I say I can't...my heart needs to hear you truly wanted me to.

When I say I'm done...my heart needs to hear I was appreciated.

When I say I'm going...I need to know you wish I was staying.

When I say I quit...I need to know I was valuable.

When I say good bye...I need to know I will be missed.

When I have something to say...I need to know you are listening.

When I matter to you...my heart needs to hear you tell me so.

Many years ago when I was about 9 or 10, I was standing at the front door of our house with my parents as they said good bye to some friends. They hugged each other good bye and then my dad said "Thank you" to them as they turned and walked out the door. I looked at my dad with confusion in my head and asked why he said 'thank you' to them because it was my parents who were the hosts. My dad said, very matter-of-fact "it is because they came to our home, because we appreciated their company, because we are thankful for their friendship" Dad told those friends they were the most important people in his life at that very moment with just two words, Thank you!

Obviously a very life changing but so very simple lesson of life from Dad to me. One that has stuck for absolute ever and one that is applied in all aspects of my own life. 

It is not hard to make others feel like they matter to you. Will you watch for opportunities today to lift others spirits with a just a few simple words. Your response could just make someone's day the best ever!

A multitude of Blessings be yours as you speak blessings into those you encounter today ♥ LR

Treasures in Tragedy

When my 22 year old son died in a motorcycle accident in 2007, my heart, life and solid foundation were not only shaken..but in many cases absolutely shattered, broken beyond recognition and shredded!


Over time (the feeling of forever can not be measured) healing started peaking through the darkest of days and I became aware of rays of hope, of light and of promise. These rays had names, earthly names, human hearts, love filled spirits and gentle, healing hugs. It was the people that enveloped our wounded, broken hearts that became our treasures in the worst tragedy imaginable.


Our close knit circle of friends that never left our sides, our home or our hearts for days, weeks, months and some not for years after Jarvis' death are treasures that are immeasurable. There is not a value available in our human vocabulary to express what their friendship means to us. I think we have voiced it, shown it and lived out our love for them in every way possible over time...but it will never be enough. Our love and gratitude will always be at the centre of hearts and memories.

So to you dear friends...Thank you once again for loving us through our personal hell. Your greatest rewards await you in eternity. For now? You have our offering of a lifetime of our love. 


♥Friends are one Earthly Treasure that could be yours for eternity♥

On June 15, 2007 our house was taken over by our 'shock absorbers'. The circle I mentioned above and young people! A continuous stream yes, but also a tight circle that took over our basement, family photos, computer and scrapbooking supplies. OH...and my heart! These 20 somethings (some a wee bit younger) flooded our home and heart with an emotional energy that is only possible in the midst of a storm.


The love that reverberated throughout these young spirits was miraculous, healing, grounding, warming and amazing. Youth that couldn't stand one another only 2 days prior came together to perform the most incredible, unselfish and creative display of love filled brokenness. Their gift of love, time and heart are treasures that are buried in a place of foreverness within my mothers heart.


There are others. Other young people. Others who continue to bless my heart in his memory. Others who I will forever have a connection to. Others who love me (love us!) because Jarvis loved others. 


The relationships that have stemmed from such tragedy are roses with sweet and lasting fragrance. The many young people that call me Mamma, Momma, Mommy, Mamma Robyn, Mom and Gramma Robyn and even those that still insist on Mrs Movold and Roybn (OY!) have become petals among the thorny scars of deep grief. 


These young people taught me how to love without judgement. How to love in the fullest form of acceptance. How to look past the visual and focus on the core of their very being, their heart. The lessons learned continue to serve me well wherever I find myself and whom ever I encounter. I love from a place I never knew existed. I love from somewhere I had never been before. I love from a place I never would have chosen. I love from a changed heart.

I am forever changed because of the loss of a child. 
I am forever changed because he loved with
  such abandon, such truth, such acceptance.
I am forever changed because his heart held so many. 
I am forever changed as his baton of unconditional love was passed to me.
I am forever changed as those who loved him, poured their love on me.
I am forever changed by those who were changed by his love.
I am forever changed because you call me friend.
I am forever changed because you call me Momma.
I am forever changed because he called me mom.

Our greatest and deepest time of sorrow can hold wonderful treasures. My treasures have names, earthly names, human hearts & love filled spirits.


At your darkest hour (whatever that may be for YOU) I pray you too will be blessed with a host of earthly angels, a chest of wondrous treasures and an abundance of unconditional love. 


Time does not heal 'all things'...sorry. But 'all things' can find a place where time isn't measured. 


Blessings be abundantly yours today as you unearth Treasures of your own ♥ LR

A Blended Mess of Wonderfulness

One thing is sure in my life...I am forever changing!

I had a precious friend tell me this week "You have changed a lot, but you are still the same" I LOVE that!

It is so very true. I am a very different person today than I was 8 months ago. And I was a very different person 8 months ago from the person I had become over 4 years ago.

I am not who I once was. And I am okay with that!

I have met with a few business minded people over the last week and this truth about being someone different came out in full glory.

I had to explain that I may have said one thing, but I truly meant something different....that is until I process it into the head and heart space I now reside; which then changes where I am really coming from altogether! If that makes sense to you...congratulations, we must be kindred spirits!

I believe I can get away with that kind of thought processing when it is all based on openness, honesty & a place of vulnerability. I am not trying to be someone I am not...any more. And I will be the first to tell you, I don't have it all figured out. It is okay to falter, stumble and even fail.  OH WHAT??? Did that just come from me? Wow, I really am different! How many years I have spent attempting to hide my faults and failures.

I realize now that the only person I was fooling was me, as truth has a way of showing it's beautiful self!

I spent years accepting others expectations they placed on me and bending over backwards to not let them down. To live up to all they expected. Give them all they hoped for, all they desired.  Not verbalizing the stress I felt or the inadequacies of my abilities. I lived by the term 'fake it 'till you make it'!

I don't believe I did it for them per say. For when we do something for the praise of others we truly are doing it for ourselves. At the time I felt I was giving of self and thinking only of others. It is now I realize how messed up I was. For it was me who needed the results. Me who needed the thanks and words of well done.

Truth of heart and soul has been revealed to me recently and I no longer need to live up to peoples expectations. I also no longer accept others expectations. And, I no longer place unnecessary expectations on my self. I don't need praise and accolades from those around me like I used to.

I believe it is because I have come to a healing place of acceptance... for the person I am, the person I was created to be.

A wonderful mess of Blessings to you today ♥ LR

Hugs from my ♥ to your ♥

Friends,

I have some...

I have an earthly Angel friend

I have a Daisy a Day Friend

A Beautiful Hippy Friend

A Hot **** Friend (name blocked to protect the innocent!) =)

A Lady Friend
Many a 'My friend'

A gf

A BG

I have a Sister for life friend

I have an 'again' friend.....or three

I have health/food/lifestyle minded friends

I have a few daughters from other mothers friends

I have new friends

I have a couple of red neck friends

Island friends

Spiritual friends

BC Friends

AB friends

Friends by choice

Friends by family

family friends

Praying friends

I have a childhood friend

I have an encourager friend

a difficult friend

a number of supportive friends

Always going to be there for me, friends

Wanna be friends (both I wanna and they wanna)

Business friends

Client friends

a number of my kids friends are also my friends

& a very best friend.

I was not sure why I felt the need to write a list of who my friends were until I was done...


I needed to assure myself this day that I am not in this life alone. I needed to show my heart that there are many in my world who have love for me and are deeply loved by me.



Moving 1000kms away from a life time of friends has been difficult to say the least. Friday of last week was a day that my heart ached for those who knew the real me. For those who walked the difficult path of my brokenness and loved me through it and despite it. I ached for those that knew me before and loved me still. I ached for the familiar, the comfortable. And although I still find comfort from a phone call, text, email, wall post or msg...it is just not the same as a hug.


The best description of a hug comes from my Lady Friend who sent me hugs a couple of weeks back. 'Hugs - the really tight kind, the ones that remind you that at that moment you are the only person the hugger is thinking of - to you!!!'

That comment filled with me such comfort on the day it was received. Such presence of her and her love for me. Such an uplifting of my spirit happens each and every time I read that line.

It is in the hugging that a friendship is strengthened. 

A wrong is righted.

A hurt is softened. 

A tear is dried. 

A heart is held. 

An honesty is felt.

A truth is shared. 

A distance is crossed.

A comfort given 

& a comfort received. 

It is in the hugging that strength is shared.

courage offered,

Hope given,

Loneliness dispelled

Blessings received

And Love is poured out.

Blessings will be abundantly yours as you reach out and Hug from your Heart ♥ LR

The Same, Yet Different

Where one finds healing, another may find brokenness.
Where one sees healing, another may view hurt.
Where one hears the heart of healing, another may hear despair.
Where one is touched by healing, another may be battered by pain.
Where one tastes healing, another may spew disgust.
Where one breathes in healing beauty, another inhales ugliness.


We walk through the same experience and come out completely different individuals.


Sometimes it is from the choices we make. Sometimes by the character of each. Sometimes from the walls that surround us. Sometimes it is stubbornness. Sometimes Pride. Sometimes foolishness. Sometimes fear. Sometimes it is our desire to stand alone. Sometimes it is based on relationship. Sometimes it is our need for others. Sometimes it is our refusal of help. Sometimes it is that we are individuals, unique, different & distinctive. 

My walk is not your walk. Nor is your walk, mine,
I did not become who I am today by walking a straight line.
I veered to the left while you turned to the right,
It's been a while now, and your heart is still not in sight.


My walk is not your walk. Nor is your walk, mine,
although both have walked the downward slop, as well as the steep incline.
the bruises, bumps, cuts and such, one day we will compare,
but not until your brokenness you are willing to reveal, to share.


My walk is not your walk. Nor is your walk, mine,
I spent some time with open wounds, while you still say you are fine.
My life has changed quite drastically and without doubt yours has too,
The pain, hurt and agony need not hold on any longer to you.


My walk is not your walk. Nor is your walk, mine,
The hurt still stings and is overgrown much like a prickly vine.
I found a Gardner I do like to prune away the pain,
My heart cries out to yours...dance in the Healing Rain!


My walk is not your walk. Nor is your walk mine,
Hope and faith have washed the wounds, the scars will always shine,
I beg for you to take your hurt and your festering heart,
And place it in the Hands of He, who offers a brand new start.

May Blessings wash over you today as you too dance in the Healing Rain ♥ LR

A Snow Day!

After about 18" of snow fell in our little part of Vancouver Island I think it is justifiable to call a snow day. 'Tis true we didn't get the -50 that Calgary was experiencing and without hesitation Albertans, you win and certainly deserve the right to call a snow day, no justification required!

Here on the Island, prior to yesterday we have had a skiff or two of snow. Reading the status' on facebook showed many in the area desiring, wishing, dreaming of and hoping for a 'snow day'. Much to their dismay it didn't happen on the day they dreamily watched a few flakes float from the frosty sky.

Yesterday, however was a different story! I truly felt like we had been transported back to Alberta and the wonderful (NOT!) winter days they have been experiencing of late. I thanked our God above for the convenience of our made for Alberta vehicle. Two 10 minute remote starts, heated seats and great traction made for a fairly easy trip into work. It only took me 5 minutes more than usual.  I was very thankful that the roads were not real busy at 9:30 in the morning with the self acclaimed 'terrible island drivers'!

I must admit though, I missed my garage! My vehicle was covered in snow that was more like Alberta dry snow than the BC wet stuff I had been promised. But clearing off about 12" of it first thing of my  morning was a blessing it was light and dry. It was the clearing off that was a bit foreign for this princess! The last 13 years my car was either in the garage or My Man was close at hand to do the deed for me!

Ah well...the weather is certainly not worth negative energy and certainly not what this blog is about!

I find it interesting to note that the people in my world, both BC and Alberta are desiring a snow day. What is a snow day? It is a day when you go nowhere, do nothing, hunker down, jammies all day, hot chocolate & fire (or a hot air furnace vent!), snuggle with the kids, dogs or hunny, read, play games and hibernate kind of day.

This is the same kind of day my youngest son used to be the master of during Christmas breaks from school. This kid could wear out his brand new pair of Christmas pj's in the 10 days off of school if it was cold enough to stay indoors and hibernate! He knew how take it to the max! Of course, every snow day deserves a breath of fresh air, snow forts, snowballs, snow angels & jumping from the roof, tramp or deck railing into a freshly piled hill of powdery, white, dry Alberta snow! Snow pants over the pj's and he was good to go!

The two provinces I have now lived in and most of North America have an extra day off in almost every month of the year, ie New Years day, Family day, Good Friday, Canada Day etc. I think the idea behind these stats was to enjoy my definition of a snow day WITHOUT the snow!

A time to hunker down with those in close proximity to you, your family. A time to get reacquainted, reunited and rejuvinated. A time to *RESET*.  A time to regroup, rebuild, restore and rest.

Our world, society and lifestyle in North America is to go 24/7. Non-stop. Continuous.

We pell-mell through life, getting kids to all the activities that is a must these days, getting ourselves to one, two or five self-improvement classes of some sort, business meetings, our full time jobs, being active with our hobbies and passions, handle the mountains of paper that comes through any household door, shop, cook, clean, manage a family and household and, and, and, and... You get the idea, I am sure!

Our lives are busy. Too busy. Too full. Too much. Too many. Too fast. Too big.

We go because that is what is required of us....right?

We go because we don't know what else to do...right?

We go because it is expected of us...right?

We go because our friends go...right?

We go because our neighbours go...right?

We go because it is best for our children...right?

We go because it is fun...right?

We go because we don't know how to stop...right?

Our lives are busy. Too busy. To full. Too much. Too many. Too fast. Too big.

And yet one little snow flake flutters from the clouds above and we are hoping, wishing, desiring, dreaming of a Jammies all day, snow day. We are wishing for a day to just STOP!

I say, don't wait for mother nature to throw you a snow day once a year.

Stop wishing and start creating. Create one day each week, yes every week! One day where you play together, lay together, read together, talk together, walk together, snuggle together, be together. One day to *RESET*. One day without hurry. One day without destination. One day to be lazy.

If you have trouble fitting in a regular snow day, it is time to re-evalute your life.

When you give the excuse life is too busy for you, tell yourself that life is too short not to!

Blessings to you today as you enjoy the truest meaning of a snow day in both Alberta and BC ♥ LR

The Work of a Dream

My man and I were encouraged today to put together a business plan for Healing Rain here on the island. And then not just for the business but our lives as well. Goal setting. Long range plans. Short term plans. Pipe dreams. Little wishes. Huge hopes. And grandiose visions of our future.


For some, this is an easy task. Those who like to dream. Day dream. Window shop. Pretend games and games of make-believe. Some People.... very much like my man. He has already written out a quick version of where he wants to go, be and do. He has the ability of putting his imagination into quick action and dreaming up all kinds of wonderful, wondrous lives and events.


For others, this is a most difficult endeavour. Practical. Grounded. Don't shop if you can't buy. Reality driven. Focused, kind of people. And...that would be me. Research comes first, followed by practicality of goal. (GOAL, NOT DREAM!) Weighing the consequences, variables and possible out comes. I have yet to pick up pen and paper and start. 


After all, how do I know where I will be or even desire to be in 10 years?? I kept telling this kind soul that life was too short to plan 10 years down the road. He kept bringing me back to the fact, I thought almost 5 years ago that life was too short and look at the trouble we now find ourselves in. A big part due to the lack of setting plans or goals. 


OH, we had and still do have some dreams. After all it is our dreams that brought us to the Island and set our feet on a new adventure with new beginnings. But looking at the future and not truly putting plans to paper has set us back more years then we had hoped or wished for.


I will not be discouraged by the change of events we are encountering in the last couple of months. I choose to look at the changes as a good thing, a God thing. After all, He has been the one directing our steps since we started this island adventure. The recent changes are forcing a greater step of faith. A stronger resolve to trust. A more determined attitude to do things different.


So..we are bound and determined to write out a 10 year plan for our lives. I will muster up the dreams and desires that are buried deep within. I will set aside the fears of disappointment, discouragement and disbelief. I will shake off the doubt and fear of success. I will let go of anxiety and worry. I will believe that the plans that God has for me, for us, are plans to prosper and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future. 


It is time to put the past behind us a little bit more. Time to look to our future with awe and wonder and success. Time to live out the passions, the dreams and the talents that have been poured into our souls, our spirits, our hearts. 





What I am not looking forward to is the actual piecing together of the business plan. Why can't I just know what I know and do what it is I do and have it all just fall wonderfully into a perfect place of great success?  

I should have known this 'work' before me was coming. I was given little insights from a few different sources that this was a natural next step for us. Like last week when we watched the Dragons Den and I verbally put out there that I 'hated' the thought of a business plan. And that I could never be a participant on the show because I could never put one together! Never, say never! 


Or the fact that of late I have been saying "I just want the business to come to me, I don't want to do the work to bring it here. I just want to be successful by waiting"! OY!!! Me and my big mouth! For here is this wise, well off individual who has offered wonderful advise, valuable mentoring and coming along side of us while we let go of the 'why' we failed and reach for where we can flourish!


My first couple of goals...

• to START the process before Friday is over. I will have jotted down some ideas, ideals, dreams, goals, hopes and wishes.
• I will have looked up business plan templates and chose the one we will use.

Ahhh I feel more successful already! It is in print. You have read it. I don't like to fail and I definitely do not like to let others down. I will follow through with these first two goals! Thank you for holding me accountable.

Blessings be yours as you look to your future in a new light ♥ LR

A Slippery Slope

It is a slippery slope that I walk each and every day.
I try to wear the proper footwear to keep me from sliding down that slope.
I wear proper attire.
I am not to proud to use a hand rail when available.
And I will reach for a hand when offered.
I listen to the forecast and the warnings and attempt to adjust to the conditions.
I have become better at heeding advise as I step out on that slope each day.
I am mostly aware of the grade of the slope and adjust my gait accordingly.
I research and study and read some of the material out there with regard to this slope.
I am cautious and send out my own warnings to those I see.
At the end of each day I take a moment to examine the bumps and bruises I acquired.
I cleanse and nurse the cuts and I wait for the bruises to heal in their own time.
Sometimes the day ends in tears as my man tenderly comes along side and doctors the wounds his way.


It is then I crawl into bed and rest, preparing for a new start to a new day on the slope.


It is then I ponder and think and wonder and remember. It is then I realize that as I was slip, sliding along the slope that I was not alone. There were others doing the same thing. Struggling to keep their footing, wishing they had of dressed different & prepared better. Others who ended up with just as many, if not more, bumps and bruises than I.


When I think about the many that crossed my path whilst sliding, it is both humerous and sad. Some of these were prepared to the hilt and others barely decent for public viewing. Some were those that had warned and taught me in the past. Some were caught off guard while their own guard was down. Some were just going with it; no regard for safety, caution or the concern of outcome. 


Where is this treacherous slope I describe? Why would I choose to stand on this slope, let alone walk it each and every day? You may wonder why I don't alter the path in my day. You may wonder how so many of us end up on the same one... 


Speaking. Communicating. Conversing. Verbally sharing of information. Chatting. Filling the void of silence. Talking. 


We all do it. It is natural. Healthy. Normal. Necessary. 


However... The tongue is a dangerous thing. The words we speak can cause us to fall or keep us steady. Words can destroy a person, a relationship, a business, a heart, a family, a community, neighbourhood, town and if really powerful; words can destroy a nation.


For most of us our world is small enough that the nation doesn't rest on our shoulders or the words we say. Mostly the slippery slope of an unguarded tongue only hurts those around us, in our general vicinity, within the confines of our own community. 


The opposite is also true....The words we speak can build up a person, a relationship, a business, a heart, a family, a community, neighbourhood, town and yes, even a nation.

The power of an unguarded tongue is not a new revelation for any of us. Walking this slippery slope is a path we all must encounter, engage in and conquer. 'Think before you speak' still holds true. As does 'if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all'. 


Prepare yourself for the darting of words directed at you. 
Prepare & guard yourself for the words you have of potentially unleashing on others. 

Prepare yourself for the slippery slope that is just outside your door. In your kitchen. At the office. At church. The grocery store. Doctors office. Your friends house. The coffee shop. The newspaper article you are writing. The Blog you keyed this morning. The telephone call you are just about to make. Your childs school. Your childs heart. The lunch room. 


Blessings be yours as you learn to walk for the conditions ♥ LR

When it rains....

This phrase 'when it rains, let it' sums up what I have been feeling for some time. It is in there with 'don't sweat the small stuff', 'Don't make a mountain out of a mole hill' & 'If you don't mind, it don't matter'

When it rains, let it.

You can't stop the rain. The snow or the sleet. 

The wind. nor the cold, or the blazing heat. 

Don't fret in a traffic jam. A line up out the door. 

A doctors waiting room. A crowded store. 

Keep your cool with other drivers, waitresses & pedestrians, 

children, the handicapped & senior citizens.

Take a deep breath, when your newspaper's missing, your mail is late 

or your garbage bin's not at your gate.

Let anger go, when the power goes out, the internet's down 

and your cell phone can not be found.

The price of wheat, fuel or gold, 

worrying about this just makes you old.

Complaining, fretting, anger and such...

won't make a difference, won't amount to much!

Therefore..............................................

When it rains, let it.

Whether it be gentle showers or blinding downpours.

When it rains, let it.

For it is when we dance in the rain that beauty blooms.

When it rains, let it.

It is when we splash in the puddles our sorrows are drowned.

When it rains, let it.

It is when we storm watch that we are filled with wonder and awe.

When it rains, let it.

It is when the sun appears whilst the rain falls we are washed with amazing light.

When it rains, let it.

For when the rain stops it is then we are flooded with gentle peace.

When it rains, let it.

 sun kissed earth & hope all aglow, under the arch of the Masters Rainbow.

When it rains, I let it.

Blessings be yours this day as you dance in the rain (or roll in the snow!) ♥ LR

Honestly speaking....

Lately I have had a certain someone on my heart and mind. And once I start with that individual, my head and heart start to bleed into others as well. I am sure we all have people in our lives that cause us to examine ourselves, question our motives, check our actions and reconsider our next step. 


I have a fault. Actually, I have many! But today, would it be okay if we just focused on one? I am not here to beat myself up! =)


I am honest. Truthful. Tell it like it is. Shoot straight from the hip. HONEST.


I don't think I always have been. I believe it has developed with age and circumstance. I think it might fall into the catagory "Life is too short...."


I am going to use a very strong, negative word here but it truly does best describe my feeling. 


I HATE the games that are prevalently played in our society! 


Something as minor as the bartering that is done in certain stores (ie Antique) or garage sales, car sales, house sales etc. It doesn't make sense to me. And I believe it is a game of 'what can I get away with', which translates into dishonesty and greed in my head.


I mean, seriously! If your bottom line for your used car is $4000 than why not just be honest and say that? If you can afford to take $10,000 less on your home then why not advertise it that way? Why do credit card companies have various interest rates? Were you aware that often if you ask for less of an interest rate you could get it?? Really?  Does that not tell you something? It tells me they believe 'lets not offer our best because we make so much more $$$ with our poorest'!!!  OY!  I HATE the games!!


I tend to be a very intuitive and perceptive person. I can walk in a room or place of business and often see the fakes, the phonies, the wannabe's. I have a sense for the underlying tones in a chance encounter. It can be pretty easy for me to read between the lines. Often times I have wished to be naive. Blind to what is going on around me. Oblivious to the lies, deceit, scams and cons. 


I am not even talking professional scams or cons! Just the ones played out by those we rub shoulders with. The shop keepers, employers, neighbours, family and some we call friends.  


I do get it wrong sometimes. This bit about reading people and their motives. Sometimes I am pleasantly surprised as to how wrong I can be and rejoice at a new love. A new friend. A new place to shop. Or a new place to hang out. 


There have been a few times over the years where I have stepped out on a limb, with my ultra sensitive heart (I know, it's another fault and another blog some day!) and watched it blow up in my face...rather watched my heart be trampled and broken. And I have asked myself a zillion times over 'was I too honest?'  Should I have confronted? Should I have questioned? Should I have done things differently? Should I have ignored the issues at hand? This is where my earthly Angel would step in and say "it is not about you!" And she is right. The outcome of these situations, if done with love, in truth, with kindness and pure motive is not my issue. It is resting on the shoulders and the hearts of those involved. It is no longer my 'stuff'.


Imagine the situation of a friend going to another friend and saying, with love, in truth, with kindness and pure motive "your husband is cheating on you" (THIS IS NOT A SITUATION I WAS INVOLVED IN; JUST AN EXAMPLE.) How many would 'shoot' the messenger? Or, friend goes to friend and says "I really don't think you are being fair to yourself, your heart or your God by sleeping around on your husband" (THIS IS NOT A SITUATION I WAS INVOLVED IN; JUST AN EXAMPLE.) How many would end the friendship with the honest, pure of heart friend?  


Would you tell your friend she looks smokin hot in a dress that would look better on my grandmother? Or would you ask if she wants to go shopping with you? Would your friend still love you if you told her how it honestly looked? Do you tell your husband when he hurts you, whether emotionally or God forbid physically? Or when he doesn't meet your needs? Do you tell your employer "no I won't tell Mr. Smith you aren't here because you are standing before me"? 


The point here is that I will be the first to admit an Honest Heart can be painful, can end relationships and break hearts. I have learned this the hard and hurtful way. I have learned to weigh the consequences carefully and with prayer. I continue to check my motives. Confronting with honesty is also something I don't do on a daily, weekly and thank God not even a monthly basis! 


Will I stop being honest to save my heart from being broken? I am designed and created in the image of a loving God. He gave me this intuitive, sensitive and honest heart. I don't like 'games' for a reason. And I don't see that changing any time soon! 


Being honest is NOT about being cruel! It is NOT about making yourself look good or better? It is NOT about intentionally hurting someone! It is NOT a crusade to be won!


Being honest is about LOVE, TRUTH OF HEART, KINDNESS AND PURE MOTIVE.


When the situation has no other alternatives but to confront, we need to check our motive, approach with love, with truth of heart and with kindness. We have to trust the process and believe the outcome will please God and not self. We have to step back and allow the individual to respond &/or react in the way they best see for themselves. And we need to continue to pray for the individuals involved and sometimes we need to pray for a renewed and healthy friendship to be restored. 


Blessings to you from my love-filled, honest ♥ straight to yours ♥ LR

Preparing for Royalty

Good Morning!

The sky is just starting to lighten around me as I click out this brief blog today!

I have so much food prep, house cleaning, grocery shopping, laundry & planning to do. Of course throw in some actual 'paid for' work, A man, a beast and I can't forget to take care of ME! And, well...I have to keep moving!

I am getting good at preparing for overnight guests. A Bed & Breakfast truly would suit me! Would anyone care to fund one? We will run it and give you a great return on your investment!  Perhaps that is for another time and place?

Having lived in the area where we were born and raised the first half of our lives did not allow for many overnight guests. Of course having the house full to the rafters with young children and a very busy life, didn't allow for much opportunity either! 

I personally am loving the guests! The one on one extended time spent with those you care about and love is a treasure to enjoy!  Back home I had to get my fill of special people over a short meal or an even shorter glass of wine, cup of coffee or an hour long walk. 

Façades are dropped when you wake in the morning with your hair all a mess and your most comfy pair of jammies ever! Coffee by the fire, a 2 or 3 hour car tour, chatting about everything and nothing into the latest hour of the day, hikes, strolls, meals, snacks, shopping and a Raindrop, massage or Reflexology appointment....truly, how can you not get to know one another better?

This weekend however goes above and beyond any other guest we could ever host. This weekend, I am preparing all three dinners to have in our home (NO restaurants for dinner! ...YIKES!!). This weekend I am putting on the ritz! I am thinking ahead, yes actually planning! Where will we tour, where will we hike, which of our regular walks will be the best? I am super excited to be preparing for two of the most amazing and special people in our lives. Yes, they come in tops over even our closest friends! (sorry guys, but I know you understand!)

I have spent my life (okay, my adult life!) desiring to please these people. So many of our lives decisions were based from their example, wisdom, direction. We have tried to show honour and respect in all that we do when it comes to them, desired to make them proud and pleased when they hear our names. Their praise, acceptance and reciprocated respect often fuels us onward and gives us strength.

I was going to write a new poem today in honour of these precious souls, but I have decided to share one with you that I wrote in 2008 for their 50th anniversary. The poem was written in such a way that as each name was said that special someone would walk up to this couple and present to them a rose. At the end of the procession, 17 long stem roses were received. Each one given with the highest regard and respect that could ever be bestowed upon a couple. 

The Roses amongst the Thorns

YOU HAVE WALKED THIS ROAD TOGETHER; ENTWINED AT THE HEART

YOU HAVE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAINS, WALKED THE VALLEY’S

SIDE BY SIDE AND NEVER LONG APART.

NO MORE THAN MERE CHILDREN YOU ENJOYED A TEENAGE FLING

YOUR LIVES SO QUICKLY BLENDED AND IT ENDED WITH A RING

NEAR THE END OF ’58 YOU WELCOMED HOME A SON

BLAKE WOULD BE HIS NAME..HE WAS NUMBER ONE!

A YEAR LATER IN ’59 YOU ADDED TO YOUR NEST

DARREN CLAIMED THE 2^ND SPOT AND WANTED TO BE THE BEST!

IN ’61 THE TRIBE DID GROW; YOU BROUGHT HOME NUMBER 3

DREW WAS ADDED TO THE MIX…NOW WHAT A FAMILY!!

IN ’62 THE TREE DID BLOSSOM WHEN YOU BROUGHT HOME #4

ROBYN ARRIVED IN RIBBONS OF PINK AND STILL YOU WANTED MORE

IN ’68 THE CHOSEN ONE WAS WELCOMED TO OUR CLAN

SHONA ADENA PAGET…. THE FIRST ONE TO BE PLANNED

YOU’VE WALKED THIS ROAD TOGETHER; ENTWINDED AT THE HEART

YOU’VE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAINS, WALKED THE VALLEYS

SIDE BY SIDE AND NEVER LONG APART.

YOUR CHILDREN GREW AND YOU SURVIVED; YOUR MARRIAGE HELD TOGETHER

IN FACT THE TESTS, STRESS AND TRIALS ONLY MADE IT BETTER!

THE JOYS OF BEING PARENTS SOON CAME TO GREAT FRUITION

FOR GRANDCHILDREN BECAME A MOST WONDERFUL ADDITION

JORDAN WAS BORN IN ’83 THE FIRST TO CLAIM HIS PLACE

JARVIS CAME NEXT IN 85; WITH JUST THE CUTEST FACE

DEC 1985 AND SARAH WAS #3

IN 88 WE ALL REJOICED WHEN STEVE WAS ADDED TO THE TREE

IT WAS 1990 WHEN TYLER JOINED THE CREW

APRIL ‘91 DYLAN WAS ADDED BY HIS PAPA DREW

AUGUST ‘91 KELLI CAME FORTH AND BROUGHT SUCH GREAT DELIGHT

WHEN JAREN WAS BORN IN ’92 HIS SMILE LIT UP THE NIGHT

JAN ’93 DONOVAN SHOWED UP TO PLAY HIS PART

IN JUNE ADENA BROUGHT GREAT JOY TO HER DADDY’S HEART

IN 1996 THE FINAL GIFT ARRIVED;

THE YOUNGEST PAGET, ISAAC WAS NOW VERY MUCH ALIVE

THE ROOTS ARE GROWING DEEPER; THE FRUIT IS APLENTY

GREAT GRANDCHILDREN ARE ARRIVING; RYDER THE FIRST OF AT LEAST 20!!

YOU’VE WALKED THIS ROAD TOGETHER; ENTWINDED AT THE HEART

YOU’VE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAINS, WALKED THE VALLEYS

SIDE BY SIDE AND NEVER LONG APART

NOW WE STAND BEFORE YOU, THE TREE THAT WILL NOT BREAK

WE HONOR, WE ADORE YOU….AND WHO DA THUNK? IT ALL STARTED WITH BLAKE!!

Now would you kindly excuse me as I continue my race to make all things as perfect as possible for our honoured guests this weekend ~ Bob & Adena Paget ~ My WONDERFUL, PRECIOUS AND GREATLY ADORED PARENTS!

Blessings be yours today as you think about the special people in your own world! ♥ LR