Everything up to now in your life has been perfect, leading you to this perfect you, now.
Brilliant white light filters through a prism,
To emerge redirected, refracted as ROYGBIV,
RedOrangeYellowGreenBlueIndigoViolet.
The colors of the rainbow.
The colors of the chakras.
The colors of peace, joy, and happiness.
The arc leading to the proverbial pot of gold,
Lighting up the sky and children’s faces,
As the sun reaches out to catch a raindrop.
What color are you?
How can you be limited to just one?
Are we not each composed of ROYGBIV,
Regardless of how red-blooded, true-blue,
Or green with envy we may seem?
Categories of separated wavelengths,
Walls dividing light give permission to compare,
Form fractional factions, fear.
Division serves to isolate, dissociate, weaken, kill joy.
Remember from whence the colors come.
Trace your steps to the beginning.
Wholeness—not a splitting or splintering into individual pieces—
Is our true nature.
Acknowledge and accept all parts of yourself;
See similarities with others, find common ground;
Barriers dissolve like cumulus clouds after a storm.
Remember. Redirect. Reverse-refract. Reconnect.
Rainbows reconnected emerge as brilliant white light.
~Sarina
I am going to go out on a limb—or a flagpole, as it were. I just heard again some coverage regarding South Carolina and the flag. The person being interviewed said that it should not be at the State Capitol, which is a place for everyone, and no one should have to drive past there and feel pain. But rather it should be in a museum where it can be honored appropriately.
First of all, what is appropriate? For whom? At what time?
Second, how are you going to affect that someone honors the flag in whatever way is deemed appropriate?
In addition, if someone feels pain, is it because of the symbol or is it because of what they tell themselves, what story they have about that symbol in their mind? So, what should be changed: The story or the symbol?
What are symbols anyway? Isn’t it just something that evokes a story in our mind? So, what is it that has the power: The symbol or the story?
I remember a while ago hearing a story about a black man, who adopted the Confederate flag, or whatever it’s called, because it is not just the Confederate flag, it was a flag before that and there is a name for it (I must research this further). He adopted it as his own; he had it proudly waving on his car. As you can imagine, some Blacks on one side, and some Whites on the other side, had different reactions to his adoption of that symbol.
He owned that flag. He refused to let someone else tell him what story to make up about it. It was amusing to see how, on the one hand, some people were horrified that he could adopt it. But he realized it was just a symbol, and he hoped others would embrace the same philosophy towards this symbol. It was amazing how some of the white men he encountered all of a sudden rejected the symbol; they wanted to have nothing to do with it. So, he helped them change their story about it. He might not have changed their way of thinking immediately, but at least the symbol they had wielded like a weapon was relinquished. This can ultimately diffuse the hate and fear behind a symbol, because it no longer has one rationale on which to cling or one single story which to propagate. Rather than upholding mental bondage, a symbol is slowly sapped of power.
Is that not the more effective way of honoring a symbol? To see it for what it is?
The more we uphold what it stands for—the story based on one time frame, based on hate and fear—the more that is real. And directly or indirectly, even if you don’t want to, that upholds it, that honors that story of hate and fear. What he was doing was turning it into love—seeing the reality occluded by the fear. He was seeing it for the symbol that it was—nothing more and nothing less.
In the same way, that is the lesson we can implement in our every day lives: to take behaviors that we see from our friends, family, and colleagues as symbols. We are the ones, who write the story about it. We are the ones who interpret it, attach meaning to it for ourselves. They are just symbols and we make of them what we want to make of them.
The person in traffic who …, the friend who didn’t …, or the colleague who …
What story are you telling yourself? Is it based on Fear, or is it based on Love? ~BlinkNFlow
Idiom: Whistling Dixie–If someone is whistling Dixie, they talk about things in a more positive way than the reality. [Whose reality? ;-)]
Universal Law set to music by Rodgers & Hammerstein: My Favorite Things sung by Julie Andrews?
Sound of Music is the stuff of my childhood. I loved watching and singing along. Is that why I lived in Salzburg for so many years, passing by the Do-Re-Mi Pegasus fountain almost on a daily basis?!
Regardless, today as I finished up a coaching call in which my client was working through how to keep his vibration up, I drove away, and turned on the radio. A jazz rendition of My Favorite Things can on. The universe is so perfect! I laughed out loud (after I had sung as much of the lyrics as I could remember).
How can one shift thoughts to positive ones that raise the vibration? Listen and sing along with Julie Andrews!
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens…!
Happy Manifesting.
ps: I request, however, that you not serve/eat schnitzel with noodles. What a faux pas! Schnitzel is always served with potatoes. 😉
Salzburg, Austria
The Decade – Another Building Block of Life
Das Jahrzehnt – Noch ein Baustein des Lebens
The colors are a bit dim—this was November, after all—November 2011 in Salzburg, Austria. Pictured here is the view of the Fortress from Mirabell Garden. Mirabell Palace is on the left. Built in 1606, this was home to the Archbishop’s lover, Salome Alt, and her 15 children—at the time the palace and gardens were outside the city proper. [pun intended] This was just one of my fantastic daily views as I went about my business for 15 years of my life (and one in Vienna) between 1989 and 2005.
Die Farben sind ein wenig trüb—es war immerhin November—November 2011 in Salzburg, Österreich. Im Foto ist die Festung Hohensalzburg von Mirabellgarten zu sehen. Auf der linken Seite steht das Schloss, 1606 erbaut. Schloss Mirabell hauste Salome Alt, die Geliebte des Erzbischofs, und ihre 15 Kindern. Zu dieser Zeit liegt das Schloss außerhalb der Stadtgrenzen. Dieser Blick war nur ein meiner wunderschönen täglichen Ansichten meines Alltags als ich in Österreich wohnte—15 Jahre in Salzburg; ein Jahr in Wien—von 1989 zu 2005.
On July 5, 2005, I made the move I had previously thought I never would (so much for the old saying!). For the promise of starting up a business with my brilliant sister, I moved back to the United States. It took years for my shen to catch up to me; some might say it still hasn’t! [Please pardon the TCM talk.] Anyone, who knows me, though, is aware of how my heart still beats for Austria; that will likely always be so.
Obwohl ich mir gedacht habe, dass ich nie wieder hier leben würde, am 5. Juli 2005 kehrte ich in die Vereinigten Staaten zurück. Um ein Geschäft mit meiner superklugen Schwester zu gründen, bin ich übersiedelt. Es hat Jahre gedauert bis mein shen mich wieder eingeholt hat. Manche würden meinen, dass dies immer noch nicht der Fall ist! [Ein kleiner TCM Wink] Jeder der mich kennt weißt wie mein Herz noch für Österreich schlägt. Das wird wahrscheinlich immer so bleiben.
Well, for one, I have great friends in Austria, and the beauty of the city and surroundings certainly make it very pleasant to live there. I have not lived in any other place longer—these were definitely formative years. How fortunate I am to have experienced the culture, the people, the language, the food, the perspective, the climate, the lifestyle, and so much more! Having been exposed to these broader horizons gave me a wider spectrum from which to choose for my own ways of being. That, for me, is the beauty of travel and living in different countries.
Erstens kenne ich großartige Menschen in Österreich, und die Schönheit der Stadt und Umgebung bilden eine sehr angenehme Lebenskulisse. Nirgendwo habe ich so lange auf einem Ort gewohnt. Diese Lebensjahre haben mich sehr geprägt. Wie glücklich bin ich, dass ich die Kultur, die Menschen, die Sprache, die Küche, die Ansichten, das Klima, den Lebensstil, und vieles Mehr erleben dürfte! Diese Erfahrungen haben bestimmt meinen Horizont erweitert und mir mehr Möglichkeiten der Selbstverwirklichung zur Verfügung gestellt haben. Ist das nicht der Sinn von Reisen und Auslandsaufenthalte? (Zumindest einer davon…)
Ten years after I relocated to the West Side of the puddle (a.k.a. the Atlantic Ocean), I am amazed that it has been that long. Sometimes, I am amazed that I am still here…! But that is a different story. Time really has zipped by! In that decade so much has happened.
Zehn Jahre danach, bin ich erstaunt, dass schon ein Jahrzehnt vergangen ist! Manchmal bin ich erstaunt, dass ich noch in den USA wohne! Das ist jedoch ein anderes Thema. Wo ist die Zeit geblieben?! In dieser Zeit habe ich doch sehr viel erlebt.
In retrospect, the things that stand out are 1) I got to run a business with my sister, who is not only the greatest sister of all times, but also the greatest business partner!, 2) I got & get to live on the same continent with my family, 3) I became a certified Life Coach, 4) I worked with the visionary Luis Vasquez at the Yantalo Peru Foundation, in the USA and Peru, 5) I got to start studying Acupuncture & Oriental Medicine, and 6) I am getting to meet amazing people, who keep teaching me, broadening my horizons, and helping me grow.
Im Hinblick die Ereignisse die mich am meisten geprägt haben sind die folgenden:
- Ich dürfte ein Geschäft mit meiner Schwester gründen (sie ist die allerbeste Schwester UND die allerbeste Geschäftspartnerin!);
- Ich dürfte & darf am selben Kontinent mit meiner Familie wohnen;
- Ich bin ein Life Coach geworden;
- Ich dürfte mit dem Visionär, Luis Vasquez, für die Yantalo Peru Stiftung arbeiten—in den USA und Peru;
- Ich dürfte mein Akupunktur/TCM Studium anfangen; und
- Ich darf weiterhin neue großartige Menschen kennenlernen—Menschen, die dafür sorgen, dass ich lerne und weiterentwickle.
Despite the bittersweet goodbye I bade Austria, and the fact that I often wish I could have all my favorite people closer to me, I am clear that where I am is perfect.
Obgleich ich mich mit schwerem Herzen von Österreich Abschied genommen habe und ich lieber alle meiner liebsten Menschen um mich hätte, ist mir klar, dass wo ich bin perfekt ist.
My good friend, Silvia, during our conversation around my decision to move to the USA, felt that I should look inside for change, rather than make a location change. Every day, I thank her for that advice. I completely agree with her that a shift in perspective brings profound change, and most likely I could have stayed in Austria and I would be writing of different experiences and memories with just as much passion.
Damals im Gespräch mit Silvia, einer guten Freundin, über meine Entscheidung in die USA zurückzukehren, hat sie mir nahegelegt, dass ich anstatt einer äußerlichen Veränderung, eine innere Veränderung herbeiführen sollte. Täglich bedanke ich mich bei Ihr für diesen Rat. Ich stimme zu, dass ein Perspektivwechsel tiefgründige Veränderungen bewirkt. Höchstwahrscheinlich hätte ich in Österreich bleiben können und würde ich jetzt über andere Erfahrungen und Erinnerungen mit genau so viel Leidenschaft berichten.
And yet exactly the specifics of my changes and experiences have led me here. Just as the ones leading up to me falling in love with an Austrian (and consequently with Austria), led me on another journey in 1989. And I am the sum total. Do I miss dear friends, my magical Fuschlsee, the majestic mountains, and the more human cultural attitudes? YES! Mostly, though, I am so incredibly grateful that I can count these as part of my experiences, part of me. I love life and life just keeps loving me!
Jedoch sind es exakt die Einzelheiten meiner Veränderungen und Erfahrungen, die mich hierher geführt haben. Genauso als damals die Einzelheiten meines Lebens haben es ermöglicht, dass ich mich 1989 in einen Österreicher (und dann auch Österreich) verliebt habe, und ein neues Kapitel meines Lebens beginnen dürfte. Das gesamte Buch ist mein Leben—das bin ich. Natürlich vermisse ich solche tollen Freunde, und gerne würde ich wieder um den zauberhaften Fuschlsee gehen oder durch die majestätischen Berge wandern! Am meisten bin ich aber dankbar, dass ich diese Erfahrungen zu den eigenen zählen darf. Ich liebe das Leben und das Leben liebt mich weiterhin!
Thank you! Vielen Dank!
~Sarina
Yes, the sun will come up tomorrow. But will I still love myself, if I keep putting things off until “tomorrow”? Are you like me and push tasks off until the deadline is staring you in the face? Or have you been starting your new exercise routine “tomorrow” for months? Then you might also describe yourself as a procrastinator, or a person, who needs a deadline to get motivated, or perhaps even (in secret) as a person, who just can’t do [fill in the subject or task] or who wants to lose weight and can’t, but I’ll change that… tomorrow. Each of us has her/his own reason for not taking action; very often a belief about oneself is holding us back. We are often unaware of this underlying belief – that is how it continues to do its damage and have power over us. It is possible to loosen its grip and move forward to a better self, leaving that nagging belief in the dust. (For some of us, it might be necessary to seek out counseling, but most of us are capable of moving forward now!) Warning: this might not be easy; there is no instant fix. This is change, and change takes time; it is a process. And, yes, you can do it. How important is it to you:
- To feel good about yourself?
- To maintain a good work-life balance?
- To feel fit and energized?
Try it on for size. Sit back, close your eyes, picture yourself having these things. How does that feel? What does it look like? So, what are you wiling to do to achieve this? Are you willing to let go of the belief that you are unworthy of success or love? Yes, this belief may be at the root of your procrastination. Unconsciously, you push off doing things in order to keep a steady stream of “proof” that you are unworthy, thus maintaining the belief. That is self-sabotage at its best. How can you break the cycle? First, be aware of the belief. Look yourself deep in the eye in a mirror, and say to yourself, “I love and accept myself.” What comes up? Do all the “reasons” you are not lovable arise? Do you spout off a list of “…yes, but…?” If so, this belief is limiting your sustainable progress toward your goals. Then, tap back into the feeling of what it is like having achieved your goals. Feels good, right? Do you want that feeling or what you have now? Make the decision. If you are willing to change, let go of the limiting belief, and begin replacing it with a new one that serves you better. No, it is not likely a one-and-done. Yes, you can change your belief. It is, after all, a strengthened thought. It grew over time. You can do the same thing with a new, healthier belief. Be gentle with yourself, it is a process–one that gets easier with practice. True to the old adage: One must first love oneself… and then the sky is the limit!
There are definitely times when I just let myself operate on autopilot–arriving by car at my destination and having no recollection of the trip, for example. This is okay sometimes–just the other day, I had an insight into an Acupuncture question while driving on autopilot. But, in general, I don’t feel enlightened by the experience, often I am just tired, feel my senses are dulled, and feel disconnected.
I invite you to try tuning in.
Start your day by consciously perceiving your environment. Imagine you are from a different planet, sensing your surroundings for the first time. Take a different route to work or the store. Park in a different spot. Make one little change in your perspective and notice what you experience. Do you notice something–either internally or externally–that you haven’t noticed before?
Let me know your results!
In fear we cling tight
To the known, sinking stone and
Drown in a droplet.
Be strong, surrender.
Breathe in your desire and Be.
Your wings await you.
Dawn lights on a canvas of freshly raked sand.
The first colored grains spill from my hand and settle into place.
Wind of desire, wave of passion
Create movement of life,
Patterns, colors, design of the day.
Playful creation of beauty and wonder yet no thing,
Loose, light, bright delight
In shifting sands
To be raked clean, clear
For the new dawn.
The sight of a rainbow brings joy,
A smile to the onlooker’s face. Like magic,
Gracious clouds project these reminder rainbows
Of the beauty manifold in light.
This light is a constant,
Hidden in plain sight.
We need but the eyes to see. Just as
Light all around us — light in us
Burning bright is oft hidden.
Rediscover your light.
Share the joy of your rainbow.
Be your own personal prism.
Shine.
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