JP and I were sitting on his bed, sharing school-related stories. I told him about how I almost didn't graduate from High School because I had skipped gym too many times. He told me about the time his teacher peered over his shoulder while he was taking a quiz. Apparently, my son was about to circle a multiple-choice answer when the teacher whispered, "I'd re-think that move if I were you."
As it turned out, JP listened to that whisper. I, on the other hand, had tuned out that same, yet silent, advice. He ended up doing very well on his quiz. I didn't listen to the warning; my story had a very different ending.
I ask you, could there be a more perfect metaphor? We are about to make a decision. Let me rephrase that. Doubt, anxiety, frustration or anger is about to make it for us. In other words, we are on the verge of choosing the wrong answer. Then, for some reason, we pause for a moment to BREATHE. We get quiet, and in our quiet we hear our Higher Self saying, " I'd re-think that move if I were you." So, we listen. We tune out the noise in our head. We ignore all the other "voices"- the ones that are telling us what we should do, or need to do, or must do. And we tune into the truth. We listen to our heart and allow it to guide us to our answer.
We take Spirit's advice. We re-think that move.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
WHERE TRUTH RESIDES
Only my soul knows the reason why this song keeps playing in my head. Spirit keeps tapping me on the shoulder; someone is asking to hear it. The words and the music are embracing me at once, asking me to sing.. So at the request of the warm summer wind, here are the words. Your heart knows the rest.
With LOVE and PEACE and PRAYERS for HEALING, Robin
WHERE TRUTH RESIDES
SPIRIT IS ALIVE INSIDE YOU.
TRUST THE LIGHT INSIDE TO GUIDE YOU.
EMBRACE THE PLACE WITHIN YOU SOUL,
THAT KNOWS THE TRUTH THAT MAKES YOU WHOLE.
SEE YOUSELF INSIDE THE MIRROR.
LOOK BEYOND THE PAIN AND FEAR.
THEN CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CLEAR YOUR MIND.
GET PAST YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOU WILL FIND:
THE ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS,
THE PATH TO YOUR LIFE’S DREAM.
YOUR WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES IS CLOSER THAN IT SEEMS.
FORGET YOUR CARES AND WORRIES-
THE TROUBLES IN YOUR MIND.
FORGET WHAT OTHERS TELL YOU;
YOU KNOW THE TRUTH INSIDE.
JUST KEEP ON WALKING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
JUST KEEP YOUR FOCUS ON THE LIGHT.
THE ROAD AHEAD IS CLEAR TO SEE;
JUST TRUST YOUR HEART TO SET YOU FREE.
YOU KNOW THE WAY; YOU KNOW THE ROAD.
FORGET THE LIES THAT YOU’VE BEEN TOLD.
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU WILL KNOW.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
Just hear the whisper.....
With LOVE and PEACE and PRAYERS for HEALING, Robin
WHERE TRUTH RESIDES
SPIRIT IS ALIVE INSIDE YOU.
TRUST THE LIGHT INSIDE TO GUIDE YOU.
EMBRACE THE PLACE WITHIN YOU SOUL,
THAT KNOWS THE TRUTH THAT MAKES YOU WHOLE.
SEE YOUSELF INSIDE THE MIRROR.
LOOK BEYOND THE PAIN AND FEAR.
THEN CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CLEAR YOUR MIND.
GET PAST YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOU WILL FIND:
THE ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS,
THE PATH TO YOUR LIFE’S DREAM.
YOUR WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES IS CLOSER THAN IT SEEMS.
FORGET YOUR CARES AND WORRIES-
THE TROUBLES IN YOUR MIND.
FORGET WHAT OTHERS TELL YOU;
YOU KNOW THE TRUTH INSIDE.
JUST KEEP ON WALKING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
JUST KEEP YOUR FOCUS ON THE LIGHT.
THE ROAD AHEAD IS CLEAR TO SEE;
JUST TRUST YOUR HEART TO SET YOU FREE.
YOU KNOW THE WAY; YOU KNOW THE ROAD.
FORGET THE LIES THAT YOU’VE BEEN TOLD.
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU WILL KNOW.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
Just hear the whisper.....
Thursday, June 5, 2008
CONNECTEDNESS
Connectedness is the energy we feel when we have joined the dance.It is what “happens” when we realize, when we acknowledge with gratitude, that we and our world are one. It is what “happens” when we know there is no separation between ourselves and a blossoming tree-ourselves and a blade of grass-ourselves and the infinite Universe.
I have been trying to write a story. I have been trying to put everything that happened on Saturday into words. Until now, the right words have eluded me, but I’m beginning to understand why. I was so focused on the details that I missed the message. I didn’t see the big picture Spirit was showing me. I couldn’t see it, because I was standing in the way.
And just now, my message found me:
CONNECTEDNESS ISN’T SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, IT IS SOMETHING THAT ALREADY IS.
I awoke Friday morning to an interview in progress. The clock-radio went on; an author was speaking. She was talking about angels, how she had written over twenty books about them. Then she paused and the interviewer spoke. “I’m sure everyone would love to hear how your first publisher found you,” he said. She was about to tell her story, when I lost the station. Suddenly, all I could hear was static.
Ordinarily, I would have tried to fix the reception. But something told me not to try. Something said, “stay where you are.” “Don’t move.” So, I listened to the whisper.
Eventually, silence broke the static and then the reception returned. The author was speaking. She was talking about a conversation she had had with God. She wanted to know why there had been so many delays, so many disappointments. She wanted to understand why it had taken so long for her dream to happen.
Shortly after this Divine conversation, her “big break” came. “I was in the right place at the perfect time,” she said. “God made it happen.”
I held onto her story. Over and over again, I replayed her words in my head.
The next day, my husband and I were attending a funeral for his uncle. We were late getting to the church; the mass was half-over. So we sat in the back row. As I scanned the room for familiar faces, I was immediately struck by something: I didn’t recognize anyone. I turned to my husband and whispered to him. “I know it’s been a long time, but no one looks familar to me,” I said. “Do you know any of these people?
Looking around, he realized we were in the wrong place.
As discreetly as possible and without saying a word, we both stood up and turned around. In that exact moment, someone I knew walked through the door. It was a friend I hadn’t seen in over a year. I had been thinking about her; she had been thinking about me. “I’ve been meaning to call you,” she said.
“Is this the Miller funeral,” I asked as we hugged.
“No,” she said, “This is the Arena family.”
“We’re at the wrong funeral,” I whispered.
“I’ll call you,” she said.
Eventually, we made it to the right church.
After a lovely mass, John and I joined his family for lunch. A woman I never met before sat directly across from me and introduced herself. I noticed the vest she was wearing. It had an applique of a piano on it.Earlier in the week, at the suggestion of a friend, I had enrolled Thomas in a piano class.
“Are you a pianist,” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m a piano teacher.”
“I just signed my son up for piano lessons,” I said.
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she replied. “You know studies are showing how important music is to children- how it stimulates intellectual and creative growth,” she continued.
We had a wonderful conversation. She told me what qualities to look for in a teacher. She said I needed to make sure their teaching style matched my son’s learning style. She reiterated information a dear friend had recently shared with me- a dear friend who is also a piano teacher.
We said our goodbyes and I thanked her for all the helpful information. At the same time, an elderly man made his way across the room and sat in her chair. “So Robin, tell me, how is your book going,” he said.
I didn’t know this man. I had never seen him before. But my husband had met him at the wake. John told me about him, that he had published his first book and was writing another one. He had told John to have me call him. He wanted to tell me how he had found a publisher.
I noticed that this man was wearing two hearing aids.
He was a sweet and gentle soul who wanted to tell me his story. So, I smiled at him and listened. He was a retired teacher, who had devised a method of learning through touch and wrote a book about it. He told me that, although he had received many testimonials from his students, publishers were not impressed.
Then, pulling his chair closer to mine, he said, “But, listen to what happened next.”
He told me had been researching publishers and found one that sounded like a good prospect. He had sent out a query, but received a rejection letter in return. It was one of the kindest, most thoughtful leters he had ever received, he said. The publisher liked his idea, but wasn’t sure it was marketable.
A few months later, the author attended an out of town dinner party. He was visiting friends who lived hundreds of miles from his home. Knowing no one, he decided to strike up a conversation with the man who was seated next to him. The author asked the man what he did for a living. The man told the author he was a publisher.
Not only was he a publisher, but the same publisher who had kindly rejected the author’s work. As it turned out, they became best friends.And the publisher published the book he had originally rejected.
Hugging him, I thanked the author for sharing his story and wished him well. He pointed to his ears and shook his head; he couldn’t hear me. I hugged him again and smiled. By then, everyone was getting ready to leave. So John and I walked outside to say our goodbyes.
As I opened the door, I felt the warmth of the sun. I winked at the sky. Filled with gratitude, I thanked Spirit for a most magical afternoon- for the invitation to dance.
I have been trying to write a story. I have been trying to put everything that happened on Saturday into words. Until now, the right words have eluded me, but I’m beginning to understand why. I was so focused on the details that I missed the message. I didn’t see the big picture Spirit was showing me. I couldn’t see it, because I was standing in the way.
And just now, my message found me:
CONNECTEDNESS ISN’T SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, IT IS SOMETHING THAT ALREADY IS.
I awoke Friday morning to an interview in progress. The clock-radio went on; an author was speaking. She was talking about angels, how she had written over twenty books about them. Then she paused and the interviewer spoke. “I’m sure everyone would love to hear how your first publisher found you,” he said. She was about to tell her story, when I lost the station. Suddenly, all I could hear was static.
Ordinarily, I would have tried to fix the reception. But something told me not to try. Something said, “stay where you are.” “Don’t move.” So, I listened to the whisper.
Eventually, silence broke the static and then the reception returned. The author was speaking. She was talking about a conversation she had had with God. She wanted to know why there had been so many delays, so many disappointments. She wanted to understand why it had taken so long for her dream to happen.
Shortly after this Divine conversation, her “big break” came. “I was in the right place at the perfect time,” she said. “God made it happen.”
I held onto her story. Over and over again, I replayed her words in my head.
The next day, my husband and I were attending a funeral for his uncle. We were late getting to the church; the mass was half-over. So we sat in the back row. As I scanned the room for familiar faces, I was immediately struck by something: I didn’t recognize anyone. I turned to my husband and whispered to him. “I know it’s been a long time, but no one looks familar to me,” I said. “Do you know any of these people?
Looking around, he realized we were in the wrong place.
As discreetly as possible and without saying a word, we both stood up and turned around. In that exact moment, someone I knew walked through the door. It was a friend I hadn’t seen in over a year. I had been thinking about her; she had been thinking about me. “I’ve been meaning to call you,” she said.
“Is this the Miller funeral,” I asked as we hugged.
“No,” she said, “This is the Arena family.”
“We’re at the wrong funeral,” I whispered.
“I’ll call you,” she said.
Eventually, we made it to the right church.
After a lovely mass, John and I joined his family for lunch. A woman I never met before sat directly across from me and introduced herself. I noticed the vest she was wearing. It had an applique of a piano on it.Earlier in the week, at the suggestion of a friend, I had enrolled Thomas in a piano class.
“Are you a pianist,” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m a piano teacher.”
“I just signed my son up for piano lessons,” I said.
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she replied. “You know studies are showing how important music is to children- how it stimulates intellectual and creative growth,” she continued.
We had a wonderful conversation. She told me what qualities to look for in a teacher. She said I needed to make sure their teaching style matched my son’s learning style. She reiterated information a dear friend had recently shared with me- a dear friend who is also a piano teacher.
We said our goodbyes and I thanked her for all the helpful information. At the same time, an elderly man made his way across the room and sat in her chair. “So Robin, tell me, how is your book going,” he said.
I didn’t know this man. I had never seen him before. But my husband had met him at the wake. John told me about him, that he had published his first book and was writing another one. He had told John to have me call him. He wanted to tell me how he had found a publisher.
I noticed that this man was wearing two hearing aids.
He was a sweet and gentle soul who wanted to tell me his story. So, I smiled at him and listened. He was a retired teacher, who had devised a method of learning through touch and wrote a book about it. He told me that, although he had received many testimonials from his students, publishers were not impressed.
Then, pulling his chair closer to mine, he said, “But, listen to what happened next.”
He told me had been researching publishers and found one that sounded like a good prospect. He had sent out a query, but received a rejection letter in return. It was one of the kindest, most thoughtful leters he had ever received, he said. The publisher liked his idea, but wasn’t sure it was marketable.
A few months later, the author attended an out of town dinner party. He was visiting friends who lived hundreds of miles from his home. Knowing no one, he decided to strike up a conversation with the man who was seated next to him. The author asked the man what he did for a living. The man told the author he was a publisher.
Not only was he a publisher, but the same publisher who had kindly rejected the author’s work. As it turned out, they became best friends.And the publisher published the book he had originally rejected.
Hugging him, I thanked the author for sharing his story and wished him well. He pointed to his ears and shook his head; he couldn’t hear me. I hugged him again and smiled. By then, everyone was getting ready to leave. So John and I walked outside to say our goodbyes.
As I opened the door, I felt the warmth of the sun. I winked at the sky. Filled with gratitude, I thanked Spirit for a most magical afternoon- for the invitation to dance.
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- robin vella
- Robin Leigh Vella is a spiritual healer and transformation guide. For more than fifteen years, she has been teaching self-empowerment through spiritual awareness. Clairaudient and clairsentient since childhood, Robin left the corporate world to put her spiritual gifts into practice. In 1992, with encouragement from family and friends, she began working as a psychic. Over the next few years, Robin conducted readings in person and by phone. During that time, referrals steadily expanded her clientele. By 1996, she had counseled hundreds of people, throughout the United States as well as overseas. In response to unmistakable promptings from the Universe, Robin eventually made a career change. Recognizing the need to offer her clients more than psychic guidance, she opened her healing practice with the intention of teaching spiritual awareness. Today, Robin helps people understand their personal circumstances from a higher perspective. At the same time, she teaches them how to heal and transform their lives. Robin offer half hour and one hour private spiritual counseling sessions by phone. For details, please contact her via email: heart.and.soul@hotmail.com