It’s been a while since I’ve put my thoughts down on virtual paper. The subject is sovereignty. Today I witnessed a conflict. It seemed like it could easily escalate. Before escalation I decided to act. In good faith I called the local authorities. My hope is that this family heals and repairs the broken communication and relating to each other. This is putting it mildly. I hope the situation itself is mild. My fear is that harm would be done. I stood up for this little one. On the outer it looks like this little one may be on the receiving end of abuse. However, I don’t know the situation and it may have very well been tempers that were lost in every position. The child was screaming as well as well as the two adults. Whatever the case my hope and prayer is that things will be healed and repaired. It’s hard to know exactly what to do in any given situation in order to serve the Highest Good. What I mean by Highest Good is basically Love. For me, God is Love. Source. So, whatever is in alignment with the Light of Love. The truth of Love. Love itself. To me this word is such a slippery thing. We can be aware of it but to actually know it is open to interpretation.
After that incident I started thinking about our personal sovereignty. What we allow in our lives. So much that is external conditions us to allow a lot of what we truly don’t want. Fear and other unhealthy attachments can cloud our clarity and give us these bizarre reasons not to act in our and others highest interests. So, this is the thought and question of the day. What are you doing to claim your sovereignty in the aim of the Highest Good?
Today I had dived into cooking an anti-inflammatory recipe. Why? Do you ask. Physically speaking I have a thyroid disorder and I thought eating this way may help. I have been meditating for several years. One way for me of meditating is doing the Deepak Chopra and Oprah 21 day Meditations. Deepak Chopra being an Endocrinologist had suggested in one of his meditations the benefits of anti-inflammatory foods. That had sparked my interests. I’ll list the link below for the most current (at this time) 21 day mediation. It has helped me so much in my growth. I have been working on mindfulness for more than a decade. For at the least two to three years I have been going beyond mindfulness and meditation and started the process of journeying. From my perspective and what I have learned so far is that journeying is meditating with a very specific goal in mind to access your higher self and guides. It may not be for everyone but it is for me. I have always been drawn to Shamanism and the depths—the belly if you will of God. Now, this is just one perspective on such a broad thing. Just like cooking spirituality has so many flavors and styles. With tastes and flavors it still accomplishes one thing. To be fed. To be the fuel.
From past experience I knew not to rush ahead and grab the ingredients and start. I read and reread the directions. Even during cooking I had to backtrack and see if what I read was correct. I was adding spices and cooking the meat. While mixing things together and trying to time things just right I kept wondering how it would turn out. In the past my anxiety would spike and I would be flattened out with this overwhelming sense of deficiency. In fact, I had cried while trying to measure because I wasn’t measuring up in my own eyes. I had thought I didn’t measure up in my husband’s eyes. I had thought how stupid I am that I can’t even cook for him. It became a spiral downward. I noticed that I wasn’t spiraling today. In fact, I kept on making magic with food. It awakened me to the notion that over the months and years I have become stronger. I kept on following the directions despite my apprehension. I wasn’t focused on how horrible I was. I was focused on the food and the process.
I have chosen not to have children. My two female cats are my children. I joked with them how popular I became once I brought out the chicken. The cat I have had longer is the most vocal. She had hopped on the chair pleading to have a bite. I reassured her that I would cook a plain portion of chicken just for them. I instantly thought how it’s kind of like heaven in my eyes. There is abundance to be had but it has to be filtered and processed before it can arrive. The order is in. My girls had to wait for their food. How often do we as humans plead when the Universe is cooking us up exactly what we want. (Or at least as close to it as possible.)
Some of you may be wondering how my dish turned out. Well, my Chicken Tika Masala with chickpeas tasted very good. However, I could have cooked the chickpeas longer. That was the only drawback. Instead of focusing how it wasn’t right. I just turned it around still acknowledging the error. I thought to myself how it added texture and crunch. It wasn’t all that bad. The beautiful thing about my husband is that he without missing an opportunity hugs me after every meal I cook. It doesn’t matter how fancy or ordinary. He knows a hug means so much. He knows holding me is practically like saving me and holding me together. That way of thanks creates a feeling of appreciation to me. Being acknowledged that way keeps me soaring. I am my own cheerleader of course but it’s nice to know that my partner in life appreciates all the effort that is put into presenting the fuel for our bodies. It’s also nice to know that Holy Spirit fuels us as well. Holy Spirit listens to us and delivers what we need and want. In fact, I was reflecting on the gratitude in my heart for the abundance of blessings I’m bestowed on a daily basis while walking to my car after work.
Remember, that we live in a beautiful world, take a closer look, open up your heart and trust.
References & Links:
Book: Clean Cuisine Cookbook: 130+ Anti-Inflammatory Recipes to Heal your Gut, Treat Autoimmune Conditions, and Optimize Your Health by Ivy Ingram Larson & Andrew Larson MD
I apologize for not being able to underline the book. I have yet to learn now to use all the features here.
“If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”
There are times I fantasize about a world where we can just telepathically know the essence of what someone is conveying to us. In some respects we do have that. Heartfelt intuition. However, the majority of our time at least for me it’s all the best possible guess. To truly see and know someone is rare especially when the knowing and seeing of self is a challenge.
Thankfully with technology we have the capability to silently have melding of the minds and hearts. Texting, instant messaging, sharing posts etc. The fault in written word is that sometimes you can’t hear the tone. Sound is so vitally important as well. As much as I crave peace and quiet in a very loud and chaotic world at times. Sound and vibration may have been around first. If you align with the Bible then you know God spoke. The Creator of all started with sound. It brought me to the idea of a fetus and a newborn baby. Essence and space is the majority as far as I have learned and like to accept. After a while the world conditions and a personality and life lessons start to mold the individual.
Babies feel first. We are in the body and that is all we know. Conscious thought emerge. Then our dance with the world around us starts.
To be able to record and capture all this with words and pair it with sound when read out loud is a blessing. The continual journey to be able to zoom into life and express it helps me dream and reach for the stars.
Ten sentence story using each word in order and one per sentence.
Jason called out to Cathy and said “Just fling it as he pointed to the Frisbee in her hand. Spring had arrived and now he was able to take his mother out for fresh air and exercise. She felt like a flower ready to bloom in a flower pot. After many days pouring over books and lessons it was a welcome relief to be outside. She had to relearn everything including how to count. It didn’t please her one bit to know that seven year olds were a head of her and she was seven times their age! Winter had been long and frustrating to the both of them because of the feeling of burden. Jason was run ragged by taking care of his mother and she felt guilty for needing his help. The brain injury was one way to wake up the both of them to the reality of the fragility of life. It was as if life was saying it was here to collect.
She hadn’t showered in days. The dark white walls surrounding her seemed cold and in some respects not even there. She was just a body in a hard bed. Hospital sheets were rough and the blanket even more coarse. It was six twenty five in the morning. The sky was a periwinkle color. Sadness seemed to seep into her soul more and more. In five minutes one of the nurses would be coming in with her medication if she didn’t travel to the nurse’s station first. She wanted to be the one to initiate the action. Not them. The very little control she was allowed she wanted to use. Even though suicidal ideation is very serious she didn’t see the urgency in the staff. Not even in herself. All she received from her family were pitiful looks, disapproval and some bless their souls had compassion for her. They seemed like strangers. She seemed like a stranger. What was she doing here? Did she really do all the things she admitted to? It doesn’t make any sense. All for a boy? Was it all for him? No, it must be some sort of demon following her. She felt it ever since she hit puberty. For years she hid it. Who would understand the voices? She threw off the covers and walked to the nurse’s station.
Her eyes were blurry and she felt like she was traveling through a cloud. These meds were strong. She came up to the counter and her jaw dropped. She quickly composed herself.
“I’m ready for my morning meds.” She tried to keep her voice casual and not have it go to a high pitch almost incomprehensionable squeak. She knew she had lost. It was high and unfortunately desperate sounding.
Mark knew his first day was going to be a challenge. When he looked up he saw Raveena. His gut plummeted and disappointment fell onto his face. As much as he tried not to react he knew he had. No, not her. Not here.
I had been challenged and invited to do daily writing prompts by Daily Inklings. I’m thankful to be able to share and to express. Here is the link to the site.
So, creativity has full on birthed in this house! I’m super excited and I can’t wait to share and keep sharing. I am hoping to have this be a place of loving connection. Where we can keep Light,Love,Hope, and Spaciousness for each other. There are so many intricate pieces that fit into this beautiful whole tapestry. The more we connect and share the more we can grow and become one in Love.
So, here is my debut video on my channel. Granted this is my personal YouTube Channel. I don’t like having too many things going on at once so it’s not titled Raven Reina in the actual address but listed under a handle named Risa Schochleton. While during the transformation I had done a complete overhaul when it came to what I wanted to incorporate in my life. I wanted to firmly and gently sweep away and lock the door on negativity and low vibrations. I wanted to usher in Lightness and Love. So, several things were born at different times and now it’s all coming together.
I hope you enjoy my first video talking about firsts.
“We are living in a beautiful world. Just take a closer look, open up your heart and trust.”