Yes With Joy

A former client’s husband saw a rainbow. I’m sure you are asking why this is such a big deal. But, what you don’t know is the backstory.

Last summer, this man’s wife was dying and I was playing with her energy to help her be more comfortable. As so often happened, we started talking. One time, it was about her impending death. I asked her to come up with a sign that would let her husband know when she is around after her death. They decided on three different signs – white roses, his keychain, and rainbows. The idea was to have a touch point to help him.

Well about a month later (after she had died), he texted me: “Not sure if u remember the rainbow discussion, but I saw the most magnificent rainbow this morning as I turned onto the Edens [a highway]. And then when I looked to follow the rainbow to the other end, I saw a United jet flying thru the center of it.”

This gave me chills. Not only was his former wife “appearing” thru the rainbow, but she had worked for United Airlines. He felt connected. He felt her love. He felt “over the rainbow.”

Cartoon Thinking

I’m officially weird.  During a massage, I would have a thought or a visual image come to mind. I said them out loud and the points released more easily. (Even the therapist said this was helping.)  That by itself isn’t weird.  In fact, if muscles hold memories then when the muscles are stimulated as with touch, the memories can be released, which is another way of saying the memories are given recognition and permission to move.

The weird part was how much I think in cartoon form. Some of today’s cartoons were very creative.  While the massage therapist was working on my left shoulder in the front, I thought of a bakery with cakes lining the walls.  Then “4 a.m.” popped into my mind. I sat with it for a while and didn’t try to analyze it.  It just was.  Then an image of a white mountain of ice cream appeared.  I was skiing by myself down the mountain around moguls of nuts and chocolate chunks.  At the bottom of the mountain was a lake of hot chocolate.  I could actually see the steam rising.  I got the giggles at how silly this was.  But then I asked myself, “Who is with me?”  I saw myself sitting in a wooden Adirondack chair sipping a steaming mug of hot chocolate and looking at the lake.  In the chair next to me was my mate I have yet to meet.  We were quiet and just enjoying the moment.  The shoulder released as soon as I saw who was with me in the visual.  Very cool.

The arch of my left foot produced an even weirder image.  The thought that came to me was a money purse, like a big coin purse with a twisty clasp on the top.  It didn’t feel free moving, so I looked underneath.  A thick-silver chain was attached to the bottom of the purse and was pulled taught, attached to something below.  I went looking for whatever was holding the other end.  A jolly little man was sitting Indian style holding the chain and laughing.  It was almost as if he was just holding on until I noticed.  I greased the chain with some of Mother Mary’s blue goo and Archangel Michaels’s violet fire of transformation. The tension in my foot eased immediately.

I love when my creative thoughts just flow and images come to mind…and I feel even better as a result of it.  It’s fun to be weird.

“Success is in the offering” sounds like a biblical term, possibly one dealing with money. But for me, it is more than just a phrase.  It is a feeling.

A while ago, a teacher explained to me that it is enough to offer words of wisdom and encouragement in my coaching.  That is success.  If the client takes and uses the information, that is up to them.

Underneath it, I understood her, and even agreed.  However, it wasn’t until an event occurred in my own life that I really got how powerful it is to give without worrying about if the person accepts it.

You see, my son (who was 12 at the time) broke two fingers during wrestling practice.  Being in a lot of pain, he didn’t sleep well for the first two nights.  This meant that I didn’t either.  We would sleep and then wake up as the pain increased.  To get him to return to dreamland, I would “run energy” into his hand.  He would relax and fall back to sleep.  “Running the energy” continued throughout the days and nights.

Eventually, he would just take my hands and place them around his broken fingers.  It was a silent connection, but still very powerful.  But I was growing weary – or at least I thought I should be.  However, in reality I was calm and peaceful.  I’d even noticed that a minor headache that had started during the night was gone by the morning.  I was feeling great. (True confession: I was tired and foggy, but I was also energized because I could feel the peace and calm…and I didn’t have a headache, not even the monthly hormonal one.)

This made sense once I realized that running energy is the same as sending love.  The more love I was giving out, the better I felt.  I was offering of myself and not worrying about if it was doing what it was supposed to do.  I was offering my son’s hand love.  He chose to accept it.  But the part that is amazing is how good it made me feel.  Yes, success is in the offering.