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Blog Index as of May 25, 2006

I thought you might like this. Let me know if it is a help and I will keep it updated and post it every so often.

All Blogs are archived by the month in reverse order of when they were written. Just click on the month and then scroll down to find the blog you are looking for. You might have to go to next page to find ones early in a month.

Okay, so it makes no sense to have them in reverse chronological order. I take no credit for this. I didn’t write this blog program. If I had, it would probably be more complicated! Just know that ALL blogs are right here! Really!

BLOGS ON ANGELS
Angel Designs, January 31, 2006
The Angels on Grounding, May 24. 2006

PARADIGM SHIFTS
Team Earth, February 28, 2006
When Life Throws us off a Cliff, March 2, 2006
The Emperor’s New Clothes, April 5, 2006
More on the Family River or Farewell to Rusty Plumbing, April 7, 2006
On Being an Empath, Some Thoughts, Some Tools, April 20, 2006
An Excellent Question that led to Thoughts on Following Guidance, April 19, 2006

BLOGS ON ELEMENTALS
Land Clearing: An Elemental Request, February 13, 2006
Elementals Deliver the Goods, February 20, 2006
From Entitlement to Gratitude, May 4, 2006
Elemental Love, May 9, 2006

BLOGS PRIMARILY ABOUT FLOWER ESSENCES
Flower Essences that get the Party Started, February 21, 2006
Common Issues with Suggestions for Flower Essences to Consider, February 23, 2006
Flowing with our Resistance to Flower Essences and Life Changes, March 1, 2006
When Life Throws us off a Cliff, March 2, 2006
Maple Flower Essence, March 16, 2006
The Generous and Safe Gift of Flower Essences, March 22, 2006
Fears, Doubts, Worries, Shopping Lists, March 23, 2006

BLOGS ON GREEN HOPE FARM OFFICE LIFE
Flying Mattresses and Fireside Moments, February 2, 2006
Some Serious Oneness Going on, February 9, 2006
Yessenia’s Baby Shower, March 9, 2006
Thanks to Ben, Here we Go!, March 26, 2006
An Americana Food Moment, April 15, 2006
For Yessenia’s mother Rosita and sister Edith, April 18, 2006
Sophie, Thursday and New Animal Wellness Brochures, May 11, 2006

BLOGS ABOUT FAMILY LIFE
Progress Report on the Knitting Olympics, February 14, 2006
The Dish, February 15, 2006
February “Vacation Week”, February 22, 2006
Update from Projectville, March 6, 2006
A Lot of M Words, March 24, 2006
The D Word, March 25, 2006
Jim Sheehan Stretches his Legs, April 5, 2006
Safe Arrival, April 11, 2006
Has it Been Forty Days Yet?, May 14, 2006
Happy Birthday Dear Katy or There is Something Wrong with this Sock?, May 23, 2006

BLOGS ABOUT THE FARM
The Maples Console, Feburary 6, 2006
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, March 17, 2006
Backyard Sugaring at Green Hope farm, March 14, 2006
The Last Boil, April 1, 2006
April Projects, April 24, 2006
Cats will be Cats, April 27, 2006
The News on Sunday, May 2, 2006
Has it Been Forty Days Yet?, May 14, 2006
New Bees, May 15, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006

LOCAL HEROES
This one is for you Mrs. Gallagher, March 9, 2006
Be a Local Hero, March 28, 2006
MayMay and I make our Firday Morning Tour, May 5, 2006
Two Shining Lights on a Rainy Day, May 17, 2006

The Angels on Grounding

A Green Hope friend named Mary asked me what I mean when I use the word Grounding.

I thought we would all learn more if I turned the discussion of Grounding over to the Angels of Green Hope Farm. The following is their words as received by me.

Angels: Grounding is not about anchoring to the material plane. Grounding is about anchoring to what is real and true and this does not include the material plane.

What is real and true? Few things that you see are real, but everything that is real is true.

We will forgo the riddles for a moment.

The truth is simple. God alone is real. Divinity alone is real. Love alone is real, No matter what word you choose to apply to what is real, it alone is real.

So grounding is a process of anchoring in the real, the timeless eternal God in everything.

How do you do this?

Your heart is the place to go. Your heart is anchored and in divinity more so than any other place in your life.

Other things and other people may be grounded in divinity, but you cannot ground through something else or someone else that is grounded. It must be your own connection.

This does not mean that you do not need wayshowers, other people and ideas guiding you to uncover what is real and what is not. You will need wayshowers, like the Green Hope Farm Flower Essence Grounding or a good spiritual teacher. The electrical patterns of wayshowers give you information that helps you on your journey to your own heart and to being grounded only in the real, but it is YOUR journey and you must take it. No one else can do it for you.

This gives you a litmus test for your spiritual journey. If some idea, person, or practice takes you out of yourself, away from the primacy of your own heart felt connection to divinity and leads you to rely on the practice or the person, then it is not leading you to divinity and it is not grounding you.

Most of humanity is in a swirl of ungrounded information in an ungrounded culture. Try to remember that all this is not real.

We offer you a metaphor that is timeless, even though it refers to a piece of equipment whose time has come and gone.

Consider a record on a record player. Consider this record turning at an accelerating speed. The experience of being grounded is like being at the center of a record where nothing is turning but everything is real. The experience of being ungrounded is like being out on the edge of the record while the record spins. It is easy to be in the center of the record. It is very hard to hold on from the record’s edge.

Anything that helps you ground will help you with that journey back to the center of the record where all is real. Anything ungrounding will keep you in the dizzy spinning place at the record’s edge, feeling like you are spinning out of control.

The good thing is that this spinning is not real. Nothing is real but the center of the record where divinity is. Even remembering this truth will help you back towards groundedness at the center. All things grounded, be they Flowers, their Essences, Teachers or their wise words will encourage you back to the center. All things ungrounded, and therefore not real, will not.

Molly: Why are Flowers and their Essences helpful grounding tools?

Angels: Consider the music of the spheres. The harmony of creation comes as each part of creation sings its unique song. Flowers know themselves to be divine, at the heart of creation, and part of all that is. They also know how to sing their unique songs. They sing in harmony with the music of the spheres.

Again, this does not mean you are to sing the same song as a Flower. It means that a Flower can offer you course corrections as you find your unique song.

This is really the aspect of grounding beyond the generic. When you are anchored in your divinity, it is not that you are nothing in a sea of nothingness. You are a unique expression of love in a sea of love. You have a song to sing, unique to you, in harmony with the whole of creation.

Flowers and their Essences guide you towards a remembrance of who you are and what your unique musical song is. They do this almost as a pitch pipe tunes an instrument. You play your musical song as best you can. A Flower or its Essence offers a musical vibrational note that helps you course correct towards a more refined expression of your true self’s song.

Then you play your song again. Other Flowers or their Essences help refine the tuning as needed. This is what good teachers do. They contain you. They help you see what you are and where what you do and how you express yourself falls away from your true self. They are pitch pipes for tuning the true self.

Like the Flowers or a wise teacher, we from the Angelic kingdom experience and contain the real you as well. We offer vibrations to help you tune to this true self. We too offer ourselves as wayshowers and companions for your journey to knowing self. The divine in us salutes the divine in you.

For example, if you have temporarily lost the bead on self kindness, we might bring to you the vibration of mercy. This vibration of mercy might remind you of a tender love that lives within you, a love not predicated on your mind’s idea of what is deserved or just. This vibration of mercy might help you find the place within where a similar love, something essential and eternally part of you, can be found.

In this way so many parts of your eternal self come forward to be remembered and the music grows sweeter with each remembering.

Happy Birthday Katy or There is Something Wrong with this Sock?

This blog could have so many titles.

Something like “Got Gauge? NO!” would work.

Or “Too Smart for my own Socks.”

Or “Oops! There will be a slight delay in your Birthday present!”

I decided to knit a pair of socks for my sister in law Katy’s birthday which is today! Happy Birthday Katy!!!!

She has petite feet, not much bigger than her daughter Taylor’s feet. I picked a sock yarn I thought Katy and Taylor would like. Obviously Taylor would need to approve of the yarn choice in order for this to be a successful project. I thought I had done well in my choice of an easy care washable wool ( for Katy who does the laundry) in pink with a metallic fiber and soft grey irregular stripes (for the almost six year old Taylor who LOVES pink). The metallic fiber was to give the socks a bit of glam. Katy lives nearby in the eternally wet north woods, but that doesn’t mean her socks and therefore her life can’t have glam.

A couple nights ago, when I still thought the project was sailing along well, I read a discussion of gauge in Stephanie Pearl-McPhee’s latest knitting book Knitting Rules. She had my number inspired me to promise myself I REALLY would knit a proper gauge swatch on my next sweater project, so I would no longer have sweaters the size of small countries. Really, I would deal with that lazy enthusiastic streak that saw me skipping over doing a gauge swatch. With a gauge swatch under my belt, it would be much more likely that I would knit the project on the right size needles and end up with the right size sweater. This seemed like a sensible alternative to wasting six zillion hours knitting a sweater that would easily fit a small hippo.

As I read her book, I laughed to myself, thinking how great it was that I HAD SOCKS DOWN COLD and didn’t need a gauge swatch for them! I always got gauge with my socks! ( famous last words)

By this time, I had knit the whole top of Katy’s sock with a ribbing so that it would fit on her lovely slim ankle like a…. well fitted sock! I was so impressed with myself that I hadn’t bailed out on ribbing an inch or two into the sock like I usually do, but had kept on doing this tedious ribbing all the way down the ankle part of the sock to give Katy this really nice fit.

I knit the heel flap and then turned the heel. This is always a magic moment as far as I am concerned. Don’t you non- knitters out there WONDER about the magic of socks making that right angle turn? I always did and it amazes me how it is done. But this time my amazement was somewhat dampened by alarm bells ringing. This sock seemed too large. I knit a bit longer and had that unpleasant and all too familiar knitting experience. That sinking I HAVE GAUGE PROBLEM feeling.

I could no longer deny the truth. Katy’s sock was enormous. It was too big for Katy’s foot. Why it was too big for Katy’s husband’s foot too. It was too big for Katy’s husband’s head and he has a big Sheehan head!

Somehow I had knit with a sock wool that was just a tad thicker than my usual sock wool and because I hadn’t knit a gauge swatch, I hadn’t noticed that this thicker wool was going to knit up into a bigger sock….

Suddenly, I had this extra large pink sock on my hands. One of a kind because I don’t know any elephants to give a pair to!

Happy Birthday Katy! Think of me tonight, back to the drawing board to try and do better next May 23rd!

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Friday

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Friday. It’s that day I spend in the gardens. Only today I would need a snorkel or an ark, maybe both, to garden out there. Ironic, isn’t it? My artsy photo of a hose almost covered by water.

I tried to garden. I really did. I went to get a load of mulch in the back of the truck. People at the garden center where I get my mulch spoke to me gently as to a person who has lost her marbles. They wished me luck. The rain was falling so hard on my return to the farm that I threw in the pitchfork and beat a retreat into the house. After all, there is always my other big project calling to me.
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Will’s afghan.

I am half done the squares. Maybe, I will get another one done today. It’s a tough job but somebody has to do it. I have made myself the necessary supplies for the long siege by my knitting basket.

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Oatmeal raisin cookies. The milk is chilled too. There might even be a few left when Will gets home, but I wouldn’t plan on it. I mean, knitting is almost as hard work as hauling mulch, isnt it?

Two Shining Lights on a Rainy Day

Early this morning, I was feeling mopey as I looked out the windows at my dear gardens, so wet and full of slugs that a duck might find happiness almost anywhere in them. I was trying to accept that a May spent looking out the window at one deluge falling after another really could be the divine plan.

As I sat there, the phone rang. It was a beloved friend calling to tell me of a difficult encounter in which the man that she loves spoke to her from his personality and disavowed the love between them completely.

As I came into the office to start my day, I found an e-mail from a courageous soul who had been through the worst experience of rape I could possibly imagine. This and my phone call certainly put my concerns about my soggy garden in perspective.

This e-mail also made me think again of what I had said on the phone to my friend with the broken open heart. As we talked, I had tried to separate out my personality’s reaction from anything the divine within me wanted to share.

My friend shares a work space with the man in question. She was due back to work this morning with the conversation of last night a fresh wound. It was difficult for her to consider going back into their shared space. The perspective I was asked to offer her was that responding with retreat was to honor the personality of this man as real, while only divinity is real.

In returning to the space, anchored in her own connection to God and carrying on as best she can in the truth of her own experience of life, she does the most life affirming and powerful thing possible, she inhabits the life God has given her and the truth as she knows it without apology.

His personality had demanded that if she did show up, she needed to put a smile on. In such a remark, I saw his wounds from someone demanding that of him. What the divine encouraged of her, if she decided to return, was to KEEP IT REAL and be who she was. The divine said, “In the courage to be real comes healing”.

It takes so much strength not to respond to someone’s personality with our own personality reaction. I was grateful to be reminded by the divine why it was such a service to our souls to take this scary path of choosing to live our truths in the face of a personality rant.

As I considered the precious soul who went through the trauma of the devastating rape experience, I felt the power and courage in her choices to get up each day, take care of herself in every way she can, acknowledge her sorrows as real, and keep on going until she finds the bead on a new life which integrates all the feelings and experiences she contains.

To give up and see herself as worthless is to responded to the rapist’s personality as if it is a true reflection of her value. Instead, she has chosen a path of love.

But it is so much easier to write this than to do as this soul has done. She has responded to this trauma with acts of self love each and every day since the rape. I bow to this soul and the other soul who returned to work today, both of them choosing to anchor in the divine truth of their infinite value in the face of confused souls yelling a different message.

This person who had been raped did not indicate to me that others in her life wanted her to clean up her feelings and get on with it. But it’s been my experience that personalities often want us to clean up our feelings before it is possible to do that. That is really what the man said when he asked for a smiley face this morning; Sweep your pain under the rug because my personality doesn’t want to know about it.

What this kind of personality motivated clean up leaves us with is an unintegrated life in which our bodies are crying out from the unacknowledged pain they are holding, our minds can go into crazy heart numbing talks like the talking to my friend experienced last night from the man in her life. And our hearts? They can lie unrecognized within us even as they hold the most profound comfort, truth, and healing.

Bravo for these two souls who went to their hearts, stayed in their bodies, chose to be real, and trusted in their own light and its infinite value. What a shining example to us all.