Monday, November 7, 2011

Live Food for Children

You won't get your children to eat healthier unless you are too. They are modeling what you do many times more than doing what you say. What do you eat for breakfast before running out the door?

There have been studies can-prayer-heal that are proving that prayer and praying over our food before eating, is more than just memorized words and ritual.
Prayer is a vibration we send forth.
Prayer is answered with a likewise vibration.
Prayer, with intent, has power.

Were we taught that in Sunday school? I watch my nephews, who attend Catholic school and are learning all about prayer, and realize that they have learned the words but not the why they are saying them at mealtime! While they get that they are supposed to pray, they aren't getting taught the power of their prayer over their food and how it affects them. Why did we lose that?

Recognize the energy of everyday things and you will begin to empower your children. Teach them moment by moment that life is alive and we are all living in cooperative relationship.

If you begin with these simple lessons, and move them throughout your day, and throughout your mind, life becomes a rhythm of love and we walk forward feeling blessed. And more importantly, they learn that they are connected to a web of life that supports and surrounds them.

NIH says that the research studies that involve prayer have doubled in the last 10 years...well...to be honest that could mean that its gone from 1 to 2. But I'm still pleased to see that we can even mention PRAYER in the same breath as RESEARCH.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Positive Action

We had a series of violent hate crimes here in SLC recently. Gay men were being beaten up when they exited clubs late at night. Though the crimes were reported on the news, the police were too busy to do much.

And then a group of young people decided to take action. They call themselves
S.I.N.
safety in numbers

They dress in costume, and they patrol the streets outside the clubs, generally laughing and carrying on, in full display. Why? They will walk people to their cars. They will surround them. They have made it a point to put themselves between the victim and the perpetrators.

I am so impressed with this action. Not only did they identify a problem, they came up with a solution AND they implemented it. They didn't ask permission, they simply and effectively just DID IT.

What if each of us took such active responsibility for our fellow man, for what is happening in our country, for what we see as a problem? What if we each just DID SOMETHING?

What kind of world would we be living in THEN?
A brilliantly light one.
We are all God's children, we are all someone's child. We all deserve to walk on the streets in safety.

Blessings to these young men and women.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Training Each Other

It occurred to me today that we aren't training each other very well. We scream at the people we love when we want them to come home. I've watched parents berating their kids. I've often thought I wouldn't want to come home to that either!

You know, once I watched my cat with her new kittens. She had these amazing mini meows she used with them, very quiet. She never lost her temper, never raised her voice. She got quieter.

They would wake and begin to toddle out of the bed, and if they got too far she would give a mini-meow and they would stop as if to say 'far enough'. If she gave two minis, it meant come home.

Most of the litter responded, except one. Except the one little boy. He would keep toddling determinedly onward no matter her call. She would let him get so far, and then with no response coming from him , she would get up and gather him up by the back of the neck, firmly but gently. He dangled from her mouth, swaying as if to say "aw mom..."

When they got back to the bed, she smothered him with her tongue, completely, and quite furiously licking him everywhere. He was loved all over. She completely stimulated him but what was the message? She loved him. She completely loved on him. Not for going away, but for coming back. For being in the nest, in the bed with her. For returning, even if she had to bring him in. And then when he was warm, and clean, she fed him.

His anchor was love in the bed, in the nest, in their space, and love with connection to her.

The next day, when he toddled out and she mini-meowed...he came in on his own. He came back to where it was deeply ingrained that he was loved and cared for and fed. He was determinedly told he was loved and safe, and he responded.

I think my cat was brilliant.