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 Nov/Dec. 2007                     Volume 1                      Issue 11

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Greetings everyone,

Well it is that time of the year (in the States), where holidays pile up and stress seams to increase.  I am not certain why the American holidays are ‘stressors’ to the population, perhaps it is the required family time, extra cooking, more shopping, crowded stores, congested traffic and full parking lots.

For Thanksgiving, due to certain choices I made, I found that I needed to go to the local grocery store on Wednesday evening in order to bring my ‘designated’ dish to the family affair.  I found myself falling into some old habits on Wednesday.  I started getting concerned about rush hour traffic, the store parking lot and the crowds themselves.  In the past, I had found that the traffic always was worse around a holiday.  Everyone knows that parking lots get packed full and it is sooo stressful to find a good spot.  And for anyone who is empathic or ‘feels’ the stress of those around them… the angry, cursing shoppers in the store are enough to make one want to duck for cover and not pop out of their secret cave until well past the holiday season!  It was only my desire to meet my commitment to my family which guided me towards the grocery store. (I am big on meeting my commitments.) 

Will there be a parking space up front or will I have to park at the very end?  Will there be parking at all?  Will the drivers in the parking lot be aggressive???  Ponder… ponder…. And in a psychological warfare with myself… I began to prepare for the battleground….. are you familiar with this strategy?

This holiday season I implemented a new plan: Peace, Joy and Sharing.

It was at the moment that I saw the parking lot for my local grocer that I decided I wasn’t going to ‘worry about it’.  I let go.  < Peace came>  Matter of fact, I parked fairly far from the grocery store entrance…. On purpose! 

I picked a tune in my head… a fun, loving tune and began to hum it.  (okay, okay, it was a cheesy pop song by Britney Spears….. complete ‘bubblegum’ music….. ) <Joy came>

I then began to saunter towards the front of the store and that is where I made another vital decision in implementing my ‘new plan’ for the holidays.  (Typically I cover myself in the white light of Christ (aka GOD) and protect my empathic self from all *that* anger, stress, emotion that comes out of the pores of people – especially during the holiday.)  This time, however, I made the complete and dedicated decision that I was going to share the white light with any who wanted it.  I wasn’t cocooning myself with in it.  I choose to call upon the light, surround myself and any others (who accepted) with it.  I asked for it to be continuous and replenishing.  I gave freely to any who accepted.  I asked that the angels bless those around me.  I asked that, for any who choose it, those people would find Peace in the moment, day and holiday.  I also prayed that those people would gain the wisdom and knowledge that they could call upon that Peace and Joy themselves at any time, any place and any occasion. <Sharing>

I felt great that Wednesday evening in the middle of a crowded store, congested traffic and full parking lot.  I felt great and I was thankful for my own wisdom and knowledge to turn myself inward for peace and joy.  I was also grateful that I ‘applied’ the wisdom with my conscious choice.

 

Everyday I seek peace from within.  Somedays, like holidays, I slip up and fall into old habits of 'buying in' to the fact that this is hectic, stressful and unjoyous.  This year I say "Bah humbug" to that frame of mind and I am sticking with my choice to view each day as peaceful.  When I find that I am slipping up, I will remind myself that it is my choice how I perceive the day to be. 

My wish for you, is that you too remember it is your choice and act upon that however you may wish.

Blessed be,

Kriss