What is your purpose?


The Grandmother’s are reminding us to find our heart centers and to draw on the Love of Creator/Source, as life feels ever more chaotic!
None seem immune to this chaos, financial hardships, disease, accidents, relationships, we are all feeling something tugging at our peace of mind.
If it feels difficult, right now, to meditate, then go for a walk amongst the trees, or along a river, creek or the ocean, let the natural world speak to you, instead of the non silencing voices that keep spinning whatever situation is at hand, round and round creating more chaos in the mind.
There are energies at play, trying to make us feel ever more separate from others.
Trying to make us feel like we are the only ones going through hardships right now, we aren’t, everyone is feeling it right now, on one level or another, personally or with loved ones!
It may seem odd to be told to go out by ourselves, into the natural world, when we are feeling alone, but once out there, that feeling fades as we feel ourselves a part of the natural world, helping us to ground and feel empowered once more.
Sometimes we need to take ourselves out of the chaotic illusion in order to see the truth of life itself.
We are each here for a purpose, it may be as simple as being witness to life but there is a purpose.
Don’t allow the storm to be all we see, shine your light and ride the rainbow through it.
We are all made of Love, let that be the weapon we raise against the chaos!

All My Relations
Ala’ Sit’ Pit

Shared by “Lynda”

How do you handle loss? A story to help!

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Don Stitt


Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

‘Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.’

This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained ‘My travels have changed me.’

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

In summary it said:
*Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’*

– Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

Shared by “Lynda”