Sorry to hear about your loss. This must be the year of losing people we love.
Just a quick update since I'm leaving early to take D17 to her GI after lunch. It's spring break and she's at the zoo with her behavioral therapist. That should start her week off well!
It was a great workshop. I encourage all of you to go to one when it comes to your city or one close or to one you want to make a scheduled trip. For the record, this is Doreen Virtue's last tour as she will hold workshops in her home state of Hawaii after this year. (She was incredible, and one of the keynote speakers). All in all, it was very positive. I'm truly beat, though.
One of the unexpected treasures was having Brian Weiss for a keynote speaker on Saturday. As you all know, I'm one for past life regression experiences, and am one who can do it pretty easily with guided hypnosis. He did a group one, and it was something that rocked me. In fact, I spent most of the rest of the day crying on and off. But it was helpful. So under hypnosis, I could see...
...As I looked down at my feet, I could see they were bare and very dirty, and I had the feet of a teenage girl--about age 14. As I looked up, I was wearing a filthy and tattered dress - very bland and just plain ugly. I was standing in a door way in a large European city (London, Dublin, Edinborough?), around 1870, peddling something (matchsticks?) and noticing the disgust on the faces of the fine ladies walking by. People were really repulsed by my presence, and didn't hide their disdain as they avoided me (one woman was wearing very fine clothes and had a perfect coiffure, and I could see it was my present mother!). Anyway, he led us to the purpose of showing us that lifetime. I was still a teenager, standing in a cemetery watching them lower a casket into the ground. There were very few people attending the funeral for my father. Although I couldn't see him, it was Dennis... and as I was sobbing because I was terrified what would happen to me. Remember, women and children back then were chattel and the responsibility of a man, and they didn't have life insurance as a rule. So as I was crying and wondering, I overheard someone near me say, "Isn't it tragic? I wonder who will take care of her now?" I felt really, really sorry that I was a burden. Then he guided us back to now.
And then I realized how he might have felt about taking care of me - then and now. So all I needed to say was, "Thank you for doing the best job you could and I appreciate everything you did for me." That still makes me tear up. Because I DO appreciate what he's done for me. After all, the proceeds from the sale of his house are going into trust for D17. And that's not a piddle amount of $$$.
Side note, I am a HUGE fan of Dickens. I fell in love with him in 9th grade while reading A Tale of Two Cities. Needless to say, A Christmas Carol is one of my all time favorite productions - I've seen all the movies and on the stage more than a few times (last time was in Ireland a few years ago), and it REALLY resonates with me. I've always been able to put myself in the house of Tiny Tim. And this also now makes sense to me...
It explained why I was so terrified and angry. Because that isn't how I've felt all along, you know? It just didn't make sense until then. I'm really grateful that I was shown that and it's behind me. I feel a thousand times lighter and happier, which is a fabulous thing.
So that's the high point of my weekend because it was the basis for me realizing why I was there and what I need to do to make more transitions. And more are coming!
It's my birthday week, and I'm going to focus on the positives that are going on as I catapult myself past my 52nd birthday. There are plenty. And one month from tomorrow, I'll fly to NY to go pick up D20 and drive home. I really am excited about that!
So that's it for now. There was so much pertinent information, and I'll share some of it as it comes to the surface. In the meantime, I've got a few things to do before I head out of the office for the rest of the day.
Cheers!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
