One World, One Dream, One Heartache One with You

I've been thinking about this "Oneness" thing we all talk about. "We are all one."  How can that be? I'm here, you're there. And not only physically but sometimes mentally too! What's it mean "We're all one"?
"I don't want to be you , thank you very much" you think, or "Oh, how I wish I was you..."
Well, you are and so am I. 
In this wonderfully illusive reality of many dimensions we live in, we share one thing. The collective soul consciousness of all living things. It is our collective heritage. And whats more, it is ours to tap into whenever we want to and even when we're not even trying to dial it up. Very often this ultra awareness seeps into our preoccupation with busy lives and predispositions without any conscious effort or desire on our part.
Simply put, I feel what you feel. If you're happy, so am I. If you're sad, I am too. If you're feeling angry or jealous, well, we can all feel that too because it is part of our consciousness too, and at any moment, we can all be in the that frame of mind for one reason or another.
We can feel each others moods because we recognize them as our own. And it doesn't just happen with people we are close to. It's fair to say that the empathy may be more intense with those close to us, but think about how you feel in this instance: You're at a community picnic at the end of summer and one little boy who hasn't once been able to get up on water skis suddenly rises up and stands upright for the first time. Everyone of us are on our feet applauding. We feel all of his pride in his accomplishment and all the relief and pride in his parents. He's not our child but we all know the feelings because we have all been children and most of us are parents and even if we're not parents, that same oneness has kicked in to make us all feel the same thing. How absolutely fabulous!  
The same thing happens when life happens and things get sad. Look around a funeral gathering. Maybe I've lost someone I loved and maybe I haven't but my sadness for you brings me to tears because on some level I recognize the feeling although in different degrees of intensity.
And it isn't confined to our species. A tiny kitten walks into a room full of people. It's lost and crying for it's mother. I can just hear the "Ahhhs!" and see people reaching for it to make things right. We recognize the same feelings that exist in our species. I once saw a baby dolphin die because it was caught up in the fisherman's nets in the Seychelles Islands. I can remember how sad I felt as I watched it's mother swim up and down the shore all day long looking for her baby.
Have you ever watched a giant tree fall? Cut down after maybe hundreds of years of sharing its shade, it's colors, it's beauty with us? How many of us feel a wrenching in our chests. A loss of something wonderful that is gone from our lives?
Do you ever thank your roses for blooming so magnificently and bringing you so much joy? I do. And haven't we all felt the urge to "kiss the bride"? To feel her happiness and save it in our hearts for a while?
There is nothing you can feel, that given similar circumstances, I couldn't feel too. And nothing you can accomplish or fail at that I couldn't accomplish or fail at too.

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It's what my son Drew said when he spoke to me in Spirit from the Other Side in the book "By Morning's Light"; "...We're all one, you know. The ducks (in the lake) the old turtle ... the spiders on the leaves you're holding .. even those flowers in the rock bed ...we don't recognize that on earth , but here - it all comes near."

Yes lovely people, fellow keepers of each others consciousness, joys and sorrows, we can talk and feel  across species and dimensions. Because we are all one no matter where we are.

Be Happy.

Beach Time!!

It's mid-winter where I live. Sunday February 3 is a cold day in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia and the ducks in the cove are making me feel even colder. Don't you get it? (I thought projected through the big living room window.)  You don't go swimming in February unless you're a Polar bear. And none of you look big enough to fit that bill! I get it that the water runs off a duck's back but don't you guys have any blood in your legs? I know it's not cold blood because you're a mammal but if it was ever hot, it's frozen now. But I can't worry about the ducks. They probably have their own mothers for that.

But what about me? And all of you out there who want to be at the beach instead of staring out at snowy fields and perishing ducks? Some lucky friends of mine went to Florida this winter. That must be nice, but it's a long way from here so I've lost my lunch buddies for a few months, which isn't nice. And I don't really want to go to Florida so I have to make other plans.

February needs a plan. If you don't have a plan light deprivation or something equally as mind-boggling is going to get you. And when it does, you find yourself on the edge of the blues and if you want to keep from sinking into their murky depths, you better have a plan B. You hibernate of course, but you don't have enough fur to keep you snug all winter and my bladder wouldn't allow that kind of a nap anyway so hibernation for me is not a big option. 

I get restless. My limbs keep moving (pacing) my mind races, hatching outlandish story plots for The Great American Novel, tires of that and gets creative with recipes for Super Bowl Sunday. Recipes that later decorate the trash. Miss Kitty just stares at me accusingly. I can read her like a book and she's saying "Would you please curl up and go to sleep? I can't take this jerking around anymore. Do you want me to start climbing curtains?"

No I don't.

I've just caught a glimpse of my hair in the mirror. It's weeks overdue for a cut and it's Sunday and I'm pretty sure my hair dresser won't come over and cut my hair on Super Bowl Sunday. She probably has a life. So I'll cut it myself. This is probably certifiable but there's nobody here to certify me right now and when you live on your own you can pretty much do what you like. So I do.

An hour later I get the idea that I probably should have thought twice. I stare into the mirror turning my head this way and that but no matter how I try to lean it to the left, that piece that's cropped above my left ear just doesn't get any longer and there's no way in hell it's ever going to match the other side. And I don't even want to think about the bangs. To make matters worse, I think my hair dresser's going to Florida to morrow so I'll have to live with this. Oh sh---! Hibernation is out. Scarves are in but I don't want to go out anyway. I want to be in the sunshine, on a beach somewhere where it's toasty warm - with ice cream sundaes.

 So I'll just curl up in my lounger and meditate. What else are you going to do? So just tilt your head back, breathe deeply and voila! Blue seas, warm sugar beaches, crooked palms and coconuts. (Think Pina Coladas and pineapples) Seagulls, sandpipers, grilled shrimp and sunshine!  I'm at the beach! The hair will grow and one of these days it'll warm up around here. Have a happy February!