~Woodstock Lily~

Super Size Those Butterfly Wings, Please

2013-01-23T16:31:00.000-05:00

I'm teaching art classes in my home town!!

It's true. I'm finally unearthing and nurturing my passion to teach in my very own art studio! I have so much gratitude for all my gifts and all the life lessons given to me. It's through this authentic place of creating something with your own two hands that gives one self discovery, freedom, confidence and joy.

This is a huge step for me coming out of my cocoon from PTSD after 4 and a half years, and boldly saying, "I can do this! I'm ready to fly!!" It was art that came to my rescue (and my beloved Superman) that gave me these new wings to soar above the limitations of self doubt, fear, and often times, paralysis of my very soul. This feels good. Right. True. Fabulous. The night before Christmas kind of magic. I am finally bursting free from the chrysalis to fly like a butterfly. Willingly! It's my time to shine!

chrys·a·lis

1. A pupa, especially of a moth or butterfly, enclosed in a firm case or cocoon.

2. A protected stage of development.

What struck me, most profoundly, about the definition of chrysalis was the second one. 'A protected stage of development.' I spent a lot of time being in this protective cocoon while I healed from the auto accident. I spent even more time beating myself up for staying so long inside this protective barrier. But isn't it miraculous the ENTIRE process of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly? Timing is everything. If I had busted loose before I had honed all the lessons inside this cocooned journey with PTSD, I may not have fully developed the skills I now have to give back to others in whatever stage of butterfly-ness they are in.

I'll be posting class descriptions, times, dates and fees in the"Classes I Teach". It's above under the big header picture in the line that says About Me, Find My Music Here and Hope Rocks. Or you can click HERE to get there directly. It's still under construction so please be patient with me. I'm also sorry so many of you live so faraway, and cannot attend my local, live classes. BUT I have plans to make instructional video classes very soon! For those of you who are local, this is where you sign up! WooHoo!

I have so much to share with you, and will do so in future posts, about all that has happened to me since my last post in July (geez where did the time go?!). But for right now, I just have to spread my wings and fly!!!! Little did I know the picture below, taken while I was in Sedona at the retreat, would be a preview of things to come in my future. Don't you just love how the Universe is always 20 bazillion steps ahead of you in providing just what you need, at just the right time?

Can you see my wings???

Yes... I AM Tink!!

Write a Happy Ending To Your Story

2012-07-01T14:53:00.000-04:00

Everyday for the last six weeks I have been doing one of the following: painting, gardening, writing, organizing my studio, and absorbing the multifaceted benefits adding one small dose of creativity to my waking hours brings. Some days it's been laborious gestures going through the motions to simply get started, and a few not so subtle boots to my behind, imploring myself to implement even one tiny outflow of adding a sprinkle of color to my world. Actions like these are medications that set my mind ablaze with freedom and help me fall asleep knowing I've made a much appreciated dent in my creative to do list as well as bolstering my physical, emotional and mental selves. Other days I passed over the threshold of limitations of Fibromyalgia, and PTSD, with clear thinking, warrior bursts of limitless energy, and Wonder Woman strength I've not felt for several years.

I've uncovered a lot within, not to mention multitudes of buried treasures in my studio I forgot I even had, but the greatest of these is the revolution, and evolution within my Spirit. These consistent baby steps, and giant leaps, have all led to transformational manifestations I can see, speak about, feel, smell and hear. Yes, I can hear my heart singing, rejoicing, and applauding in the beauty I'm allowing to flow out of me. It's grand to be back in the land of the living. Granted I never 'actually' missed a breath or skipped a heartbeat but my soul was parched, withered and painfully tired from watching the world pass by without so much as a nod from me while Fibromyalgia sucked me dry from last August to mid April of this year. Art has been an instrumental tool in helping me heal, as well as diving heart first into the dormant portals I once immersed myself liberally in to rediscover, and embrace, my own Spiritual truths.

I have started or completed some projects that have been on my list for ages. I'll be posting pictures soon in hopes you'll gather inspiration to tackle, and conquer, all you've left behind gathering dust, and taunting you to complete. But the most exciting news is that I'm working with a brilliantly talented photographer from Sedona writing the story for his forthcoming book, 'Beyond The Veil'. My love for writing, and especially for such an incredible book as this, is in full bloom. My Soul is in full bloom. I am once again making imprints in my book of Life, filling it with new chapters, and re-writing a happy ending to my story.

Take some time right now to visualize the most amazing, Love filled ending to your story. What would you like your story to read like at the end of your life? Or how about one year from now? Or even six weeks from now? Be brave, and write your happy ending down in your journal or in a letter to yourself. If you write yourself a letter, seal it in an envelope, then mail it to yourself. Seal it with a kiss of gratitude before you mail it.This a method many people use to confirm a document, song or an invention they made as a form of a copyright. Copyright your right to manifest a happy ending to your story. Open it in a year from now or on your birthday. Or whenever it feels right to open it. Then take the steps to live your story just as it unfolded as you visualized it, and wrote it.

I have an important, difficult situation I'm facing in my near future, and even though I've had a monumental breakthrough in PTSD, which I'll share at a later time, I have a happy ending I wish/need/would like to write for myself. It involves the auto accident so please cover me with some positive energy, and thoughts. I'm doing all I can to not allow this to trigger me, and the first step is writing a happy ending to the story so my body, emotions, and mind will respond in kind. And, yes, I'm mailing it to myself...

Much Love to you all~

Unwrap Gifts Disguised As Setbacks

2012-03-16T06:50:00.014-04:00

My new video interviews with Tina van Leuven, from InnerDelight. You can find Tina on FaceBook, too. Click on either link highlighted in the last sentence to explore the beauty, and passion she has for creating JOY as a way of life, not only for ourselves, but for the entire world. There are three videos in this series. I am posting the first one, and if you go to Tina's YouTube channel, InnerDelight, you can find the other two we did, plus, many more delightful interviews with other guests.

Watch the video to catch up on what I've been up to, as well as seeing my dimples do their thang~

My new song, "Remember To Remember'

2012-02-20T13:14:00.018-05:00

I wrote this song a little over nine months ago. My son, Jake, recently finished the final music and mix. He took my original music, kicked it up to a level of brilliance, and was my recording engineer. I truly feel like I've given birth. There were lots of delays, and setbacks while working on this song. One of which was being hit hard with fibromyalgia--a diagnosis that found its way to me after my auto accident.

I am healing. I am in great hand's with my beloved, Superman, taking the wheel to insure I get all the natural supplements, care, and love I need to get through this. Being nearly crippled by fibromyalgia, and the inability to exercise, I packed on quite a bit of extra weight. At the end of 2011, I was merely steps away from needing a wheel chair, and a handicap plaque for my car. I eliminated sugar, grains/wheat, and dairy (except an occasional indulgence with cheese) which has been a life altering experience in itself. I've lost 25 pounds since the beginning of January!

I have learned so much through this entire process of healing, and am well on my way to living my life as abundantly as I can. I have so much to share with you, I can barely contain myself! I'll be posting new videos soon, as well as the tidbits of wisdom I've experienced while healing. Thank you all who have been concerned by me being MIA here at Woodstock Lily & especially to those who took time to send me emails or messages of encouragement.

I am offering my new song, "Remember To Remember' as a gift to all who would like to download it or share it with others. I have been given so many gifts and talents, I feel it is my gift back to the Universe for blessing me so abundantly. It is also my heartfelt gift in song, as an encouragement to love yourself, and to love others. I invite you to take a listen. Close your eyes while you do, and soak up the message in the song. Click on the song title below to listen or download.

Remember To Remember

A Year After Detoxing

2011-11-21T07:42:00.030-05:00

A year ago I was drowning in a sea of medications for mental health, sleep and pain. PTSD had swallowed my mind like a crunchy snack for over three years. My wake up call came after we returned from our honeymoon--it was time to work through my mental dis-ease on my own. The medications had taken a toll on my body, and my mind. I needed to see if I could ever get in a car, or quench my anxiety, fears, unrest or sleep without popping a pill. The desire to face a day, even in pain without a pharmaceutical aid, or a glass of wine, became bigger than my need to mask whatever lurked beneath my fragmented, river of unruly thoughts.

I had to hole up, literally, alone for days at a time. Go inside the pain. Swim, and do belly flops in the deep waters I feared would suck me down, down, down till I had no more air left in my withered lungs. The body aches, and agitation festered, and grew like yeast in warm water inside my belly. I literally writhed in agony, and sleep was illusive. Superman braved the storm of my anger, unleashed and often venomous--his beloved Wonder Woman had become quite unlovely to be around. I was ugly with a capital U. Yet even at my worst, he continued to toss me an anchor of love to hang onto. I honestly don't know how he did it, but somewhere, deep below the troubled waters, he saw I was also becoming BRAVE--with the cap lock on. Letting go of my chemical buoy has been one of the bravest things I've ever done. Ever...

During the last year I have also undergone an intense spiritual awakening. It's been a journey of letting go of all things that held me captive. Old spiritual belief systems I wore around my ankles like a ball and chain fell off as I open my eyes to truth as it was revealed to me. Guilt about what people would think about me, especially loved ones whom I used to walk with in a certain religious faith, dissipated in my new found freedom. I'd always resisted the idea of separation of mankind, as in the ideas taught in many religions of "our way is the only way", "our God is the only God", "heaven and hell", "our book and teachings are the only way to enlightenment", etc, etc, etc... This is also one of the bravest things I've ever done. Seeking, and finding, truth about who I am spiritually has held me up while treading the waters of rediscovery. I know without a doubt I am a part of journey designed by the Universe that only wants the utmost good for me, and all of mankind. I am eternally evolving. We all are.

My body still hurts, a lot, on a daily basis. I'm chronically tired. I fight the grip of isolation, and on most days would rather never leave my house or talk to loved ones on the phone. But on a whole, especially looking back in hindsight, I am indeed a whole new person I've grown to love and respect. I'm healing and my bouts with PTSD are lessening. My fears feel more manageable when I can laugh at them instead of believe them as truths. I sleep like a baby most nights. I rest when I need to. I've found unlimited tranqulity being in nature; my new church, my new swimming hole. I don't beat myself up for gaining weight due to the lack of physical agility I had before the auto accident. Fat floats--right? I share any toxic messages forming in my brain to my higher power or Superman instead of allowing them to explode inside me. My inner water wings are holding me up, and my Superman, is still faithfully floating beside me.

I am not advocating anyone stop taking medications without consulting with their doctors. I am only discussing what was right for me. I had to see what it was like to experience my world, my thoughts and my personal swimming lessons un-medicated. This post is merely a reflection on the laps I've swam in the last year.

My hope is that I can continue to be brave.
For another day, another week, another month.
Another year.
With all my toes in the waters of life.

What's the bravest thing you've ever done?

The Colors Of Gratitude

2011-11-18T11:18:00.007-05:00

The view from my studio window.

The colors wash my heart with joy...

And leave me in a puddle of bliss.

The reflection of autumn in my bird bath.

I could sleep and dream in vivid detail
on a bed of leaves like these.
Couldn't you?

I wish you all a Thanksgiving full of love, grateful hearts
and colorful, charming conversations with loved ones.
As you prepare for Christmas, please try to support
local, small businesses, local artists and craft people.
Or make something yourself to give as gifts.
Occupy your hearts.
It's the best place to be for the holidays.

Festive Twist On Traditional Pumpkin Pie

2011-10-28T11:49:00.000-04:00

Pilgrim’s Pumpkin Pie

A whole pumpkin filled with a nutritious, delicious whole grain bread pudding.

The pumpkin is a versatile, instant pot-pan-bowl in which to serve a variety of dishes from desserts to main entrees. This eye-popping dessert is a holiday crowd pleaser that will have your guests saying, “Wow!” as soon as you bring this sassy pumpkin “all dressed up and some place to go” to the table.

Ingredients

4-5 lb short, wide sugar pumpkin or pie pumpkin ( this is important due to the quality of flesh, and better tasting pumpkin)

1/4 cup plus 2 TBS melted butter

1/3 sugar cup plus 2 TBS sugar

2 cups stale whole grain bread with crusts left on (approx 5-6 pieces) cut into 1/4-1/2 inch cubes (or you may leave slices out for a few hours in open air to dry out)

2 cups of milk scalded

3 large eggs

2/3 cup raisins

1 tsp vanilla extract

1/4 tsp sea salt

1 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp nutmeg

Preheat oven to 350

Before baking, cut a zig-zag lid-like opening in the top of the pumpkin as shown. Next lift off lid using a knife to help loosen tips if needed.

Remove lid from pumpkin

Clean seeds, and lose stringy pulp from lid, and inside of pumpkin. You can save seeds for roasting. If you're planning to roast them, do not rinse seeds, just remove as much stringy fibers from seeds as possible, and set aside in a bowl or pie pan.

Brush inside of pumpkin with 2 TBS melted butter

Sprinkle inside with 2 TBS sugar

Place pumpkin and lid on foil lined cookie sheet. Bake for 20 minutes uncovered

Scald the milk

Scald milk, add ingredients below. Set aside to cool a bit.

Scalding simply means heat until the milk starts to stick slightly on the side of the pan and a film begins to cover the top of the milk. Add remaining 1/4 cup butter and raisins. Set aside while you prepare the bread cubes. I find this gives the raisins a chance to plump up a bit taking a hot bath in the scalded milk.

Make the filling

I am totally infatuated with Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Bread.

You may use any bread you prefer but to keep it healthier I suggest a hearty whole grain bread. If you’d like to rock this recipe to the moon… try using some of Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Bread. Sah-weet-sassy-mollasy! I use a blend of 1/2 whole grain- 1/2 Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Bread in mine.

Slice bread into 1/4-1/2 pieces leaving crusts on.

Add sea salt, cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla to scalded milk mixture.

Pour hot milk mixture over bread crumbs and lightly toss mixture.

Allow bread to soak up milk mixture then cool down a bit. You don't want to add the eggs right away to the hot mixture because it will cook them.

Add beaten eggs. (sounds so harsh when you say beaten...but what egg doesn't like a good beating... unless of course they're hard boiled, sunny-side up or over easy) Stir eggs into mixture but do not over mix.

Pour into warm pumpkin.

Fill to the top.

Place on foil lined baking sheet. Bake for 1 1/2 to 1 3/4 hours uncovered. You may cover the bread pudding mixture with foil for the last 15 minutes if it's getting too brown.

Remove from oven. Allow to cool slightly before transferring to a decorative serving dish. Use the lid as the garnish. Told you it was sassy...

Slice into wedges approximately 1 1/2 - 2 inches thick. Top with a generous dollop of whipped cream. Homemade whipped cream is better.

Who knew a pumpkin could be so much fun? Encourage your guests to scoop up a bit of soft, sweet pumpkin with the bread pudding and whipped cream for a TOTAL experience Pilgrim style! Ooooo La La Sassy Pumpkin Pie! BIG YUM!

Finding Hope After A Loved One Dies

2011-10-26T10:33:00.011-04:00

It's been awhile, my friends. Shortly after my last post I received news a dear friend of mine (40 plus years) had cancer throughout her body. The news hit me hard--it hit all who knew her hard especially her family. Betsi was the poster girl for living life with gusto, passion and sheer enthusiasm. She left us about 8 weeks after her diagnosis to wear a sparkly suit and eternal smile.

I went to CA to be with her in her final days. I didn't have time to chicken out traveling due to my PTSD. There was no time to hesitate. When Betsi woke up in the hospital and saw me standing beside her bed, her face lit up like a sparkler. She said, "Wow! Wow! Wow!" over and over again. For a few days she rallied. I told her over and over she had given me courage to do what I never thought I could do by leaving my safety net of home. She gave me a gift I could never have imagined--freedom from my mind's prison of PTSD long enough to be there for her, and her family helping them out. Hearing her tell me she loved me will never leave my thoughts. I can hear her say it as if she were in the room with me and it's always followed by her magical laugh.

It's been difficult for me to resume life as "normal". I've felt incredibly sad even though I have a wonderful life. I haven't been able to paint, play my guitar, sing, write, or do many things that bring me joy. It's as though I felt guilty to simply "go on with my life". How can one when your heart aches for it to just be a bad dream and not real? Betsi wouldn't like hearing this. She's always been one of my greatest fans in life and cheered me on in living my dreams great or small. She would want me to continue sparkling, shining and splashing color on every corner of the world.

Betsi's occupation was an HR Specialist , but she changed it to being an HR specialist for Hope Rocks. She was my right hand on my Hope Rocks page on Facebook--my faithful admin. The Hope Rocks she made (literally hundreds of them) and left for others to find gave her great joy her final months on Earth. She had no idea she'd be leaving us so soon--none of us did--she just did what felt right even though she didn't feel well physically. Here's a message she sent to me Valentine's Day 2011.

" Hey, 60-75 Hope Rocks left at high school for Valentine's Day! I put out all I had done and am doing more now. You gave me hope back and I love you for it! Well, I love you anyway but you know what I mean!"

Yes, Betsi, I do know what you mean, and looking back on these dark days, and months of grief, I see it's time to allow HOPE to light my way again and warm my heart just like your laugh did. You gave me my hope back that I could be even somewhat "normal" living with severe PTSD. I won't waste that gift. I'm shaking the cobwebs off my monkey pants and art supplies. My guitar needs me. Life needs me to re-boot and find more ways to spread hope. I'm grateful to carry the torch for all who need a little hope, and the only way hope grows is when you give it from the heart just like Betsi did and still does every time I think of her.

I love you, Betsi, my HR specialist. Until we meet again... Sparkle on, Cosmo Betsi, Sparkle on~

Channeling Snow White

2011-06-01T18:28:00.009-04:00

I am in awe that I was able to stand mere feet away from this sweet Chickadee and film the video below. Wait till you see how much nesting material he/she (?) was able to cram in its tiny beak! If cuteness could be canned, they'd be selling this at Walmart!

Superman says being married to me is like living in a Disney movie. Animals seem to respond to me like I was the real Snow White singing out the window of the dwarve's cottage. That's why he calls me, "Dr. DooLille"...

Tis' good to be me...

~Please feel free to share the magic captured in my video
with your family and friends~

~Enjoy~

Swimsuit Trauma

2011-05-23T09:57:00.005-04:00

Is it any wonder we are afraid to shop for a swimming suit??
With that being said... Think I'll tighten my butt cheeks
and head straight over to the house ware department.
Might be safer to shop there...
Just sayin'

Healing, PTSD and Awakening

2011-05-20T17:54:00.010-04:00

View of our neighbors lovely tree.

I'm back. I've emerged from a healing hiatus. Check out the video.
Lots of news, and announcements! Sweet Sassy Molassy!

Looks like I've been smokin' the whacky tobacky in the pic YouTube selected for me... LOL

Ascension and Awakening Symptoms

Wake Up Wednesday's: "Little Grandmother's Message For 2011"

2011-04-13T16:55:00.009-04:00

Little Grandmother, Keisha Crowther
Click on the picture above to go to her website for more info.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Many people are wondering what is going on
with our planet, our world, our home.
Keisha's message for 2011 speaks to many.
My heart resonates with this message of hope.
When we unite in prayer, we can change the world.

Caturday's with Opie--Dolphin Love

2011-04-09T11:14:00.003-04:00

I know without a doubt if Opie had this opportunity he would be doing the same thing as this cat in the video. So would I... Swimming with the Dolphins is on my Creative To Do List. Would you like to swim with the Dolphins?

Gotta go. Opie wants me to find him a snorkel and fins.

Enjoy~

Wake Up Wednesday's: "Awakening"

2011-04-06T22:33:00.003-04:00

This week's topic on Wake up Wednesday's is about global changes and PTSD. I'm finally seeing the pendulum swing in a positive direction regarding fear and how it's encapsulated my life since May 08. I've been awakening this last year to so many new ideas, insights and dramatic Spiritual shifts that have transformed me to my very core. I believe I've been allowed to experience fear, trauma and vulnerability so that I can help others who are dealing with the same issues. Our planet is shifting. We are shifting. My video below is my introduction to finding hope, love and peace in the midst of changes we are all feeling on a global level.

I'd greatly appreciate your comments and thoughts on the topic of Awakening, Ascension and the Pole Shift predicted by the Mayan Indians and other cultures worldwide. Waking up to these new concepts has brought the first winds of peace to my soul in a long, long time.

Little Birdie Sings About Hope Rocks

2011-04-04T09:16:00.011-04:00

Rachael from The Little Birdie Blog has a beautiful post up about Hope Rocks. It's inspiring to see how Hope Rocks continues to grow, spread and build momentum. Rachael's blog is full of creativity, and she hosts Tutorial Tuesdays that features 'how-to's' for adorable handmade crafts. Plus if you've been looking for a unique baby gift, Rachael's company, Little Birdie Baby Shop on Esty is the bomb!

If you like Giveaways, Rachael has one on her blog right now featuring OceanBelle's lovely trees made out of precious stones on a hoop much like the dream catchers. She is featuring several trees of Hope on her Etsy page to help show support for Japan. These would make amazing Mother's Day gifts! Check it out for a chance to win. You can find OceanBelle's art on Etsy. Just click on the name or head over to Rachael's Little Birdie Blog to find the complete rules/entry suggestions.

Please join in on the love spreading Hope one rock at a time. use the Mr. Linky below to sign up. It helps me know who to go visit and link back to when you sign up. Or you can leave a comment letting me know you're participating or have a post up about Hope Rocks.

Thank you Rachael for sharing Hope Rocks with your readers and fans~

Wake Up Wednesday's "Fluoride...Beyond Evil"

2011-03-30T10:29:00.019-04:00

Have you ever looked at the label on your toothpaste tube? There's good reason they tell you to get medical help or contact a Poison Control Center if you swallow toothpaste.

Fluoride is a poison. It's toxic. Our children swallow this everyday when they brush their teeth--we all do. Truthfully, I had never looked at my toothpaste tube before I met Superman. Like many people I haven't questioned a lot of things I put in my body or on my body or breathe in by products I use. Oh sure, I was on top of a lot of things such as pesticides, bad fats, hormones and other additives to name a few but this caught me off guard. Now that I'm waking up more each day to new truths like these I see how we are being poisoned even while we brush our teeth. Heck, it's even happening as we rinse our mouths out as we brush our teeth! Fluoride is in our water! People we need to speak up about fluoride. If we don't we'll just keep on being poisoned even when we shower.

"Fluoride was used by Nazis to sterilize inmates and make

them docile. Fluoride a key dumbing-down ingredient of
Prozac and Sarin nerve gas and many other medications."

For a detailed look at fluoride and its history I recommend you read an article, "Fluoridated Water-the Ultimate Evil" written by Mark Sircus AKA Dr. Mark. Click on the title. In fact, as I suggested to you on my first W.U.W. post, do your homework. Read, research, question everything even what I tell you. It's up to us (you) to take responsibility for our (your) health, and well being. Once you begin your search on the subject of fluoride you'll be amazed how this poison slipped in under the radar as an acceptable additive in our water or toothpaste.

I found an excellent recipe for homemade toothpaste that Superman and I have been using that is fabulous! Plus it was so easy to make and is more cost effective in the long run. My teeth have never felt this clean and I wake up each morning with no cruddy, fuzzy blanket on my teeth. I got the recipe from Marni who authors the blog, "What Red Said". When you read her post about how her dental hygienist sent her home without an official cleaning because her teeth looked so great, and were free of plaque plus a cavity they were keeping their eyes on after her last visit had completely disappeared, you may want to try this delicious tasting homemade toothpaste ASAP. Her RESULTS can be found here. So much for the cavity fighting benefits of fluoride! I only used one packet of Stevia and found it was just right. Here's her post and recipe. Natural Toothpaste

I'd love to hear your thoughts or experiences and/or info you have about fluoride. Leave in the comment section info about links you've found about this subject so others can benefit from your research, too. Also let me know if you're going to try making the natural toothpaste. If you're concerned about its ability to fight bad breath, don't. It works the same as regular, poisonous toothpaste.

Royal Mail From the UK-- Hope Rocks

2011-03-28T18:08:00.019-04:00

As soon as I saw the postal markings on the large, white envelope Superman brought into the bedroom for me this past week, I got excited. The package said "Royal Mail". Receiving mail has always been a Christmas like experience for me for as long as I can remember but once I realized who had sent me the package I squealed like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning.

I'd been resting in bed after my knee surgeries with Opie Taylor lying right beside me when Superman brought the mail in for me to open. He must have sensed my excitement because he perked right up, ready to see what had caused me to sit right up. I could see his tiny, pink nose twitching like a bunny's trying to catch a whiff of the object getting my utmost attention. Here's the story lined up in pictures as we open the package.

These are action shots so they may be a little fuzzy
(just like Opie)

The ribbon gets his attention right off the bat.

He takes it in his mouth.

He tugs, and pulls on it.

Inside the blue & white carton is a bundle of
purple tissue covering a small hard item.

Opie works until he gets it in his mouth.

Success! He then pulls it out of my hand
and drops it to the bed to further investigate.

Inside the purple tissue paper is a Hope Rock
with a delightful feather attached to its side.

The card inside reads ,
"To my adopted big sis, Lille"

How can a kitty resist??
They simply cannot...

Thank you, Dee Champion, my little sister across the pond,
for showing me some love Hope Rock style!
I am tickled, loved and healing!

I have mailed several Hope Rocks to friends who needed a little or a lot of Hope in their lives. I had no idea how amazing it feels to open a package and find a Hope Rock someone had lovingly made for me. I held it in my hand and thought of all my blessings, plus all of the things I had to be thankful for, and how loved I am. How could one not heal with a bundle of love like that??

My challenge, or encouragement depending on how you choose to look at it, is for you (whomever is reading this, whenever it's being read... today, next week, a month from now, etc) to make a Hope Rock and mail it to someone you know who could use some Hope. All you need is a rock and a Sharpie pen. Or you can get as creative as you wish. Fancy or simple does not change the message or detract from the messenger's intention. It is a powerful gift either way. Take a picture of your Hope Rock like Judith, from Renton, WA, did below before you mail it and post it on the Hope Rock Fan Page on FaceBook. Thank you so much for spreading Hope to the people of Renton, WA, Judith!

On one side Judith McWilliams Collins painted happy, silly faces
and on the other side she wrote the word Hope.
Very fun, and creative!

Sign up below to play along or leave me a comment to let me know you are participating. If you have a blog, I'll link back to you so others can see your Hope Rocks and where you hid them. That's the whole point of Hope Rocks. Paint them, hide them for someone to find and sleep well knowing you gave someone a loving blast of Hope! New visitors to Woodstock Lily's, you may read the Hope Rock story above at the top of the page listed right under my colorful header. The Mr. Linky below also lets people see the link to your blog. That's a good thing so sign up and play along.

Caturday's with Opie

2011-03-26T12:07:00.006-04:00

"I believe that the very purpose of life is to be happy. From the very core of our being, we desire contentment. In my own experience I have found that the more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well being. Cultivating a close, warmhearted feeling for others automatically puts the mind at ease. It helps remove whatever fears or insecurities we may have and gives us strength to cope with any obstacles we encounter. It is the principal source of success in life. Since we are not solely material creatures, it is a mistake to place all our hopes for happiness on external development alone. The key is to develop inner peace." ~Dalai Lama~

Opie's translation...

"Make some biscuits on your Master's tummy before your nap.
It's the purr-fect way to spread happiness for all."

Wake Up Wednesday's "Chem Trails"

2011-03-23T19:00:00.008-04:00

In this week's edition of Wake Up Wednesday's I'm opening the floor up for discussions about Chem Trails. Never heard of them??? It's time everyone did some homework to see why so many people all over the world are speaking their minds about this topic. All you have to do is Google Chem Trails or put it in the search box on YouTube. You'll be amazed at all the important information that's out there on this subject that many would like to see stay buried.

Let me know what you know about it. Leave me a comment. Share this with those you love. Remember that old song "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield. I hear a rumble in the jungle of more people singing it's tune... "Everybody look what's going down..."

Here's a video about Chem Trails for you to watch. Don't just look at this one. Watch as many as you can to uncover the truth for yourselves. Investigate. Ask questions. Seek and you will find... If you'd like to know who I watch and read for reliable updates, please leave a comment. I'll happily share my sources and my resources. I love you all too much not to.

Here are 2 more videos you can check out. Simply click on the titles to open.
What Are They Spraying In Our Skies?
Chem trails validated By The History Channel

Caturday's with Opie

2011-03-19T18:54:00.005-04:00

Attention cat and animal lovers!
It's time for another weekly edition
of Caturday's with Opie.
You have to admit he's a great sport
for modeling all the silly hair styles
I've had throughout the years.

If this is your first time to check out
Caturday's with Opie, make sure to scroll back
to see the other posts featuring Opie wearing
my hair styles. This week's Caturday's features a
hair style taken from my 8th grade school picture.
Yes, we can be silly around here at Woodstock Lily's.
Silly is good for what ails you.

Opie knows how to pose, and loves the camera.
Thanks to Audry Smart, my fabulous assistant,
and fantastic artist, who creates this magical fun
of Opie and me using Photoshop.
Opie does not wear wigs nor was he
harmed creating any of these pictures.
He's just likes to have a little fun, too.

Check back next week for another addition of Caturday's.

Surgery Update

My double knee surgery this past Tuesday went very well. I'll admit there were a couple of days this past week I questioned my sanity for doing both knees at the same time, but now that the severe pain has subsided, I'm convinced I did the right thing. I haven't used my crutches for the last day and am walking fairly well even if it's snail paced. Opie Taylor hasn't left my side much except to eat and take care of business. He's really quite a comfort, and intuitively senses my emotions, physical condition, and my mental state. Superman has been my white knight in shining armor underneath that red cape, and never flinched when I had my cranky pants on during the extremely painful few days right after the surgery. He's an amazing man without a doubt. Thank you, Superman, and Opie Wan Kenobe.

My heartfelt thanks goes out to each of you who've sent me cards, messages and posted regularly on my FaceBook page asking how I am or sending love and healing. I can feel each ounce of caring, and love from you. In no time, I'll be back kicking my heels up, and dancing in my studio like a teenager. Plus as soon as I can stand or sit comfortably, I'll be finishing the angel painting and video.

~Much love and gratitude to you all~

W.U.W. Flippin' Fear Off

2011-03-16T14:33:00.047-04:00

Japan's emperor spoke about HOPE today in a public announcement about the situation his country is dealing with. His short video message about having hope left a lump in my throat. "Never Give Up Hope." There's a lot of energy buzzing in the air worldwide and it can feel like a bevy of bees in your stomach especially if you already are dealing with PTSD. I lived in southern CA most of my life and have been through some pretty horrific earthquakes. One time I was stuck in an elevator all by myself at a large hotel in Anaheim when a terrifying earthquake hit. I had no idea what was going on until the car stopped midway between floors, then when the doors opened, I looked up to see the huge hotel chandeliers swaying like palm trees in a hurricane. Holy crap! I turned into Wonder Woman as I leaped up out of there in 2 seconds flat!

Mother Earth is in the process of changing like I mentioned on last week's W.U.W. [Wake Up Wednesdays] Her poles are trying to shift and balance. Time is moving faster. The air frequencies have a charge to them now. I'm sure you all feel it. I was beginning to feel fear put a choke hold on me then I read a powerful story that helped me shift out of fear. It's a story about Hope. It's about bravery. It's about living one's dreams. It's about finding your sassy pants and flippin' fear off. It's how I want to face fear when it roars at me.

Anna and her daughter, Ava, scampering about.

The morning of Tokyo's 9.0 earthquake, Anna Kunnecke's young daughter wasn't feeling well, and stayed home from school. For a few brief moments Anna was faced with the challenge of rearranging her work day, which is hard to do at the last moment with a busy career, but she adjusted, and went on about her day. Anna is a successful voice over artist, and life coach trained by Dr. Martha Beck, author of Expecting Adam and monthly columnist at O, the Oprah Magazine. She's lived and worked most of her life in Tokyo. In one split second she watched, and felt, her entire world turn upside down. I'll let her tell you about it. Friends, meet Anna Kunnecke, her story, her words below.

All photos courtesy of Anna

Unsettled

March 13, 2011

As I write this, I am in Tokyo. It’s been 48 hours since the biggest earthquake that's ever been recorded in Japan. Ever since the sheer terror of those five minutes in which our building shook and swayed and groaned, and I didn’t know if my daughter and I would make it out alive, I have been glued to the public lens—tv, facebook, text messages, photos—with a surreal combination of horror and paralysis. The devastation north of us is shocking. The normalcy of Tokyo is shocking, too, except that water, rice, and batteries are disappearing from the supermarkets. And looming over everything is the very real chance that a nuclear reactor will melt down and release unfathomably toxic substances into the air, water, and land.

I have been afraid—terrified, really—for 48 hours.

People, I am here to say, that is long enough.

Here is where my fear got me: my head aches. My shoulders ache. My jaw aches, from clenching it. My breath is short and shallow. My heart aches at every sad photograph, and my nervous system is at the mercy of every authoritarian voice broadcasting worry.

In that condition, I am no more useful to the world, my family, or myself than a very anxious marmoset.

So here is how I am changing my frequency. If this stuff is working for me today, it will work for you too—whether you are afraid about your finances, your future, your failing left tail light, or your embarrassing flail in yesterday’s meeting.

1. I turned off the news. I can receive up-to-the-minute information via text, and my heart is already with those who are suffering. When I read information, it goes to my brain and not straight to my primal fight-or-flight response. The music and images of TV news are geared to trigger panic and an empathic flood; I’ve decided not to let myself get triggered.

2. I cleaned my house. This grounded me, calmed me, and got me back into my body, which is a much more reliable navigation system than my shrieking reptile survival brain, what Martha Beck calls my ‘lizard.’ My lizard tells me that we are DOOOOMED. My body tells me that we need to stretch, to sing, to self-soothe with quiet rhythms. (Folding laundry works nicely.)

3. I faced the worst-case scenario. My partner and I came up with a plan for what we would do if the reactor begins to spew, or if there is a serious food crisis in Tokyo, or any of the other frightening scenarios that have been haunting me. Now that I know what I will actually do if any of those events come to pass, I can dismiss them when they clamor for my attention. And the last line of every plan is: “And if none of that works, we wing it as well as we can.” This is actually a pretty good plan.

4. I questioned my scary thoughts. My underlying thought, the one that was making my heart palpitate and my fists clench, was: “We are in danger right this very second!” I asked, “Is this true?” And the answer is, Who the heck knows? We could be, for sure. But then any of us could be in danger at any minute of any day. But what I know right now is that I am sitting in my apartment with running water, electricity, heat, and very fast internet. My loved ones are safe. We are getting the best information we know how to get. So I choose to live in the blissful sense of safety that most of us inhabit when we’re not acutely aware that the sky could fall at any moment. Believing that I am safe is no more arbitrary, at this particular moment in time, than believing that I am in danger, but it feels a lot better and it makes me more insightful, more courageous, and more wise. It lets me think more creatively and compassionately. And all those things, paradoxically, will work to keep me and the ones I love safe. If I am in real physical danger, my system will flood with adrenaline and I will be able to act on the terror I’ve been feeling and suppressing these last two days. I will run, or fight, or negotiate, or do whatever I need to do. Until then, I choose to keep breathing deep, calming breaths (Thanks, Terry DeMeo) and asking myself, “Is that scary thought even true?”

5. I took constructive action. I made up a backpack full of emergency items and our important paperwork. Maybe your constructive action is making a phone call or getting something checked out. Maybe it’s opening the scary envelope or looking at your online balance. You’ll feel better if you just do it, I promise.

6. I let my body release. Because I was with my daughter during the most frightening part of the quake (lying on the floor of our 16th-floor apartment as it pitched and creaked like a ship in a storm), I spent significant energy holding it together for her. We talked a bit about how scared we both were, and she seemed okay, but later she had a major sobbing meltdown about something inconsequential. Then she was perky again. Little kids are very wise that way. I waited until I was alone in bed that night to sob and shudder. With each heave of my shoulders and shuddering quaking tremble, I let some of my fear and tension release. Animals tremble and shudder to shake off trauma; we need to do it too, even when the trauma is only visible to us.

7. I consciously flooded myself with beauty. I listened to music that makes me want to move my body and heal the world. For me this means Christine Kane, The Dixie Chicks, and other things too embarrassing to write here. I also bought flowers today, a big gorgeous bouquet of them, in a flagrant act of flipping the bird at fate. I am buoyed and nourished by their blooming faces as I make my way through my home.

8. I grounded back into my purpose. I had a brief panic about a class I’m teaching in a few weeks, The Queen Sweep. http://www.annakunnecke.com/the-queen-sweep.html I wondered if clearing clutter would seem frivolous in light of global tragedy. I questioned its ultimate value in the world and the worth of the work I do. In other words, I freaked out. Many people are layering their immediate fear with scary thoughts like this about their future worth and their careers. Screw that. In a crisis like this, I’m more glad than ever that I know exactly where to find my passport; that my papers are in order and I’ve declared a guardian for my daughter; that we all have clean underwear and clean sheets to sleep on; and that my home is an oasis of calm and beauty. Whatever the crisis, the world needs people who are sharp, who know their stuff, and know what they can contribute. Be ready to bring what you can to the table.

9. I gazed at my daughter. She is so beautiful. She is so alive through her fear, her joy, her rage, her desire—she doesn’t shut any of it down. It’s all right there, messy and inconvenient at times, but gloriously awake.

10. Most importantly, I remembered that I am the boss of my own energy. I kept waiting for someone to make me feel better, to reassure me, to tell me what to do. Guess what? No one can declare dominion over my life besides me. I have to be the leader that I was waiting for. Chin up, deep breath, flowers on table. Here we go.

Anna Kunnecke

http://www.annakunnecke.com/

Caturday's with Opie

2011-03-12T12:14:00.005-05:00

I may need to get some ears like Opie's.
Somehow he can make a face...
errrr I mean a bad hair do look better, don't you think?
I'm sure it's the ears.

Me circa 1978 modeling days.

No wonder my cat is strung out on kitty grass.
Join us next week for another edition of
Caturday's With Opie.

Hope Rocks Week 8

2011-03-10T13:58:00.012-05:00

This Hope Rock was made by Andrea from Falling Ladies Blog's mother.
Check out that sassy handmade cover!!
Thank you so much for spreading Hope in such a creative manner.

Starting the week of March 21, I'll be moving the Hope Rocks posts to Mondays. I'm having surgery on both knees on the 15th of this month so may miss next week's Hope Rocks post. I'm relieved the doctor is able to take care of both of them at the same time. I'll definitely be taking some Hope Rocks with me to the hospital. One for me to hold onto and some others to leave for the next patients or staff.

Regardless of my posting or not next week on my blog, you can always go to the Hope Rocks page on FB to leave your pics and comments there. Click HERE to get there. Just let me know if I miss your posts on your blogs so I can link up to you in the next edition of Hope Rocks on Woodstock Lily's.

This weeks players are....
Ummm bet you didn't know you were players did you?

OK... How about this?
This week participants in Hope Rocks are....
Drum roll, please!

Well, you all saw the snazzy Hope Rock above created by Andrea's Mom and Dad. They saw her posts about Hope Rocks and wanted to get in the action, and boy they sure did just that! I tell you this just keeps getting more and more spectacular seeing all the creative ways people decorate their Hope Rocks. Andrea and her Mom both hid their Hope Rocks in a similar location. Caring runs in your family, Andrea, and I am honored to have you and your parents onboard with us here at Hope Rocks. Thank you, Thank you, thank you!! Go check it out to see where they hid their Hope Rocks. Falling Ladies Blog

Andrea's Hope Rock this week.

I have a prayer request for 2 people.

1. Dee, who you all read about here on my blog. She needs some prayer warriors to storm the hospital doors to get a surgery to remove a cyst on her ovary. The staff hasn't been too cooperative and Dee needs some peace in her heart about this. Please pray for peace of mind for her, strength, for the cyst to shrivel up and die, and for her to feel each and every prayer sent her way. ((((Dee)))) feel the peace, love, and cyst shrinking! We've got your back!

2. Rita, she's the best friend of my best friend's daughter. Rita was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer in December. It spread and has been growing rapidly after a surgery she had. She's in the hospital now recovering from a nuclear blast of chemo. She's having another scan this next week to see how the tumors responded to the chemo. Her husband's name is John. Pray for him, too. They are a super couple and need a break NOW! I sent them both a Hope Rock last week. Rita's been handling her illness with humor and great faith. She's an inspiration to all.

Meanwhile, keep the Hope Rocks coming. The world needs HOPE. Pray that people who need hope find it and those who have it, hold on to it. There are times we are called to stand in the gap when others are tired. This is why making Hope Rocks can and does change lives. It's a tangible form of Hope they can hold onto.

Don't forget to sign up on the Mr. Linky below so I know you're participating this week. Thank you!!

Wake Up Wednesdays March 9, 2011

2011-03-09T06:52:00.010-05:00

WIP (work in progress) 'Emerging Into The Light', a self portrait about
climbing out of the depths of PTSD and awakening to my new freedom.

This is the first in a series of weekly posts I'll be making called Wake Up Wednesdays that I hope will enlighten, stimulate conversations, and open eyes. Our world is changing rapidly. Time is speeding up. Today, March 9, 2011, marks the beginning of the final stage of the Mayan calendar. Whether or not you believe in the calendar and all the predictions centered around 2012, you will still feel the effects of the planet moving faster, and faster, as well as seeing many changes happening to our planet as she evolves. Those changes are also taking place in us. We are all changing, and this year those changes are going to take place faster and faster. New concepts, thoughts and ideas will follow. I hope to be a bridge to help people embrace the changes by talking about them here on my blog.

I'm going to toss some new ideas, concepts and beliefs out here that may cause you to wonder if I've been smoking the whacky tobaccky. My intent and purpose is to nudge people to investigate, become detectives, explore and find out the truth about some topics you may not have been exposed to before for yourselves. Bottom line, each of us must embrace truth as we know it individually, and not blindly follow what others tell us we should do, think or believe. It's important for you to be informed so you can then make you decisions about what is true or not. I'll provide links, resources and tools to help guide you where you can get more information about what I'll be talking about here. Plus, I welcome your feedback, insights and opinions. This is how we learn.

Beneath all of this is a spiritual heartbeat. I have known my entire life that I have a spiritual purpose that calls me to help others grow and heal. I see more clearly than ever that the auto accident was a part of that purpose to help me overcome fears, and in turn help others facing fears, too. Some of the topics I'll be covering on WUW may stimulate emotions and fears but I can assure you knowledge is power. I'd rather be uncomfortable than in the dark. I can change my relationship with things I don't understand or am afraid of but I cannot do this if I have my eyes closed to what is going on around me. Knowledge, prayer and love conquer all things.

I walked in the very first Earth Day and endured people throwing bottles and cans at me. Now here I am some 40 plus years later marching again on behalf of people, animals, nature, and Mother Earth via my blog. My hippie heart is beating with excitement and joy to be back in my element of protesting matters that effect our health, our future and our planet.

Welcome to Wake Up Wednesdays, my friends.

Angel Painting Auction For Breast Cancer

2011-03-07T13:01:00.007-05:00

I've been working on an angel painting (shown on video below) and believe I am supposed to auction/raffle it so the proceeds can be donated toward a worthy cause. Since I have several friends who are currently fighting a courageous battle with breast cancer or are breast cancer survivors, I'm being strongly pulled in this direction. After you watch the video below, please leave a comment and let me know what organizations that support breast cancer patients you feel would most benefit with this donation of love.

My video below is one of the sections of the promotional video I'm making to garner donations/support for it being auctioned off. I'm also leaning toward a "raffle" type donation so more can participate, and subsequently, more will have a chance at winning it. One entry $10.00 or 3 for $20.00. What do you think about that? I'll have an account set up through Pay Pal (or other reputable means) for people to donate monies to that will also be linked to the organization I end up selecting.

The music on this section of my time lapsed video of me painting on the angel is by one of my favorite female vocalists, Moya Brennan. The song is called "Perfect Time". You can find her website HERE. I look forward to hearing from you and learning what breast cancer organizations you feel would benefit from a donation or support like this.

Meanwhile, I'm painting away in a heavenly realm and praying for guidance, wisdom and love to flow with each stroke of my brush while I complete her. Take a peek at her on the video below.