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Monday, February 23, 2009

Manifesting blue feathers.

Or…the Blue Feather Experiment.

After some research, I think the original idea came from Richard Bach’s book “Illusions”.

My good friend Betty was explaining the law of attraction to our other friend and resident skeptic, Brandon.

She told him that he could manifest the things he wanted in his life, and when he expressed his doubt, she told him to start with something small. Something like a blue feather. She told him to take a few moments to imagine this feather, to feel what it was like to have it, to hold it in his hand. She told him to know that it was on its way, as if he had ordered it from a catalog and paid for it.

This conversation took place in my cafĂ© while I wasn’t there, but my other good friend Alice was. Alice decided to try her own blue feather experiment.

That afternoon, she went home and visualized the feather, and how jubilant she would feel when she found it.

Some time in the next day or two, she took a trip with her family to the mall in Rocky Mount, and on the way there, she told her kids about the blue feather experiment. Alice has four great children, and they are unschoolers. The kids were extremely interested in what Alice had to say about the law of attraction. That same evening, in the food court at the mall, Alice returned to her table to find her children’s eyes shining, as her eldest held out his hand to her. In the palm of his hand was a tiny blue feather.

Alice wrote about this experience in her Myspace blog the next day, and right after reading it, I decided to try my own Blue Feather Experiment.

I sat cross-legged on my bed that afternoon. I remember it well, it was one of those rare warm days in late January, and the sun was filtering through my bamboo blinds onto my bed. I sat in the semi-dark with the narrow sun rays hitting me on the back. I closed my eyes and imagined my blue feather. I imagined how inspired I would feel when I found it. While I was sitting there, Seth walked in. He saw me with my legs crossed Indian-style and my eyes closed, and he asked, “Mom, are you meditating?”

I patted the bed beside me, inviting to come have a seat, and I told him about the Blue Feather experiment. Like Alice’s kids, he was intrigued, and he sat there with me for a few minutes visualizing the blue feather. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, too. We sat there quietly for a few minutes, then he jumped up, done with meditating and ready to go play Rock Band.

Over the next few days I forgot about the blue feather. I had two very rough weeks. I was stressed out, and as a result was having chest pains and other physical symptoms. They we left for our trip to the Unschoolers Winter Waterpark Gathering in Ohio. A couple of days into the conference, I began to relax and feel better, as I have already written. Once during the week, I thought of the blue feather, and wondered why I hadn’t seen it yet.

On the last night of the conference, there was a Medieval Ball. I sat in the ball room with our friends from Long Island…watching the happy children (and adults) dancing and being carefree. The DJ was playing Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in the Wall.” I was just enjoying the moment, surrounded by love and free spirited people, when I heard Seth exclaim “Mom!”

I turn to see him holding a blue feather. He had found it lying on the floor, right beside me.

I can’t tell you how ecstatic that made me feel!

In the meantime, unknown to me, Betty received this email from Brandon:

“I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I FOUND MY BLUE FEATHER, WELL KINDA. CHECK THIS OUT. I PONDERED OVER THE FEATHER A FEW TIMES, MAYBE 30 SECONDS OR SO EACH TIME. JUST IMAGINING IT, WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE, SEEING IT IN MY HAND, THIS AND THAT. THIS WAS 5 OR 6 DAYS AGO.
I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT OFF AND ON, BUT NOTHING MORE.
SO TODAY, MY SON IS WATCHING A CARTOON IN THE DEN. AS I WALK THROUGH, I LOOK AT THE SCREEN AND A BLUE FEATHER IS FLOATING DOWN FROM THE SKY. THE CARTOON CHARACTER PICKS IT UP AND SAYS, “HMMM. A BLUE FEATHER. I THINK I’LL KEEP YOU.” I KINDA CHUCKLED TO MYSELF AND KEPT WALKING.
SO I DIDN’T ACTUALLY GET IT IN MY HAND, AS I IMAGINED, BUT I HOLD A LITTLE MORE STOCK IN THE LAW OF ATTRACTION NOW.
THANKS KIDDO!!
BRANDON”

Just a few days ago, Betty, herself, found her blue feather. It was lying on the sidewalk in front of her building when she arrived to work one windy morning. It couldn’t have been there for more than a few minutes, since the wind was blowing like crazy that day.

Betty blogged about the blue feather here.

Alice blogged about hers here.

The three of us are already talking about getting matching blue feather tattoos.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy VD, and my trip to Ohio.

My husband is out singing karaoke with the gang tonight, as is our custom on the 2nd Saturday of every month...but I am home with a sick baby. Seth has never been sick in his life for more than 12 hours, but he has had a fever, cough, sore throat, and cold symptoms for 3 days. I looked at his throat...his tonsils weren't enlarged and no white spots. I listened to his lungs...clear as a bell. I'm hoping it's the viral crap that's been going around and not strep.

We had a fabulous time in Ohio.

Before I left, I was a basket case. I'd been having chest pain and palpitations for a couple of weeks, and the day before I left, my blood pressure was 150/107 when I checked it at Walmart. I was battling extreme fatigue, anxiety, various aches and pains....I thought I was dying. I looked Michael in the eye and said "I think something is seriously wrong with me". I almost called off the trip because I was afraid that I was going to be alone with my children 700 miles from home and something was going to happen to me.

I'm pretty sure it was all in my head.

I thoroughly enjoyed the drive through western Pennsylvania. There was snow on the ground, and the mountain were stark brown and white against a blue sky. It was cool to be in Punxsutawney on Groundhog's Day, even though most of the fun stuff was over by the time we got there.

On Monday, we arrived in Sandusky. It was bitter cold and there was about two feet of snow on the ground, which I assume is normal for the Lake Erie region. I tried to relax and take it easy. I was exhausted Monday night and Tuesday. Tuesday afternoon I decided to quit chasing my children around the indoor waterpark, instead opting to lounge beside the wave pool with my iPod. I started listening to Louise Hay's "You Can Heal Your Life" on audiobook again, since I had never given it a good listen the first time around. As I listened, I watched all the happy kids in the park...all the unbridled, untamed, laughing, free-spirited unschoolers. I watched parents smiling and hugging and respecting and interacting with their kids. I started to feel better.

By Wednesday, I was a new woman. I went to a raw foods demonstration given by an awesome, unschooled young woman (17) named Bethany Hagensen. I had actually started chatting with her on Facebook the night before, and it was really cool to meet her face to face and talk to her. As she was telling us her story at the demo, she mentioned a book that got her started on her path to healing. It was Louise Hay's "You Can Heal Your Life". It was a cool coincidence.

I felt so good that I let the children stay at the park on Friday until the sun went down. I felt so good that I got in my car that night and drove 700 miles all the way home without stopping, except for gas. I missed my husband and I wanted to pick up my life where I left off.

So, for 10 days now, I have been eating at least 50% raw food everyday. I have been having green smoothies daily, and I have not had any caffeine, and very little sugar. I feel so much better. My blood pressure is still 130/80-ish, but I am confident that it will continue to improve. I have been having signs of prediabetes and an underactive thyroid for months now, and I'm hoping I can fix those things with good nutrition (and the inevitable weight loss that should follow).

I am trying really hard to love and take care of myself.

"All is well in my world".

Friday, February 13, 2009

If you think your town needs a postcard, make one!

I recently created a new postcard for my town, had 500 printed up, and donated a bunch to the Chamber of Commerce.

Here is a story in the local paper!

Greetings from Tarboro

Busy, weird life. I'll try to write before the weekend is over.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Altoona, not just a funny name.

Always just a weird, cartoonish name for a place I’d never been. But now I’m kicked back in a motel room in Altoona, Pennsylvania, while the boys place outside in dirty, week-old snow.

The drive here, from about 30 miles outside of DC all the way to the present point, was breathtakingly beautiful. The Allegheny Mountains and the quaint countryside in western Maryland and central Pennsylvania….just no words. There was a flawless clear blue sky today, which made for some beautiful scenery. The drive was very easy and I feel rejuvenated instead of tired.

A couple of things I noticed…the houses are nicer in the rural areas here. I didn’t see any trailers or ramshackle shacks. (although I am sure there are some, just not as many? or they are hidden). And, there are mostly hardwood trees covering the countryside here, few evergreens. Instead of the splotchy dark green and brown that covers the NC mountains in winter, here the mountainsides are almost completely brown…stark brown against a beautiful blue sky, which splotches of white snow in the shady parts.

I do want to note that I am sitting about 50 miles east of Pittsburgh right now, and the Steelers are playing in the Super Bowl this evening. I have already seen a large percentage of people wearing their Steelers gear.

Hopefully we will get up early enough in the morning to catch some of the Groundhog’s Day festivites in Punxsutawney, seeing as how I took a detour to get closer to Phil, which cost me at least another hour of driving.