Still trying to get things back together here at headquarters… So enjoy a throwback post from this time last year… How?
Still trying to get things back together here at headquarters… So enjoy a throwback post from this time last year… How?
On Wednesday, I had the honor of sharing Reiki with a wonderful, diverse family. When I say diverse, I’m taking size and species—a large rabbit, a tiny hamster and a typically-sized cat. When I arrived, I spent some time talking with their mom S. Rabbit Piper was hopping around, hamster Tyler was snuggling in my hands and cat Remy was nowhere in sight. I explained to S. that whether Remy came out of hiding or not, he would still receive whatever energies he was open to. Reiki is total magic like that.
I anointed my shoulders with White Angelica oil and gently rubbed a few drops of Valor oil between my palms. S. had expressed some concern for Piper’s occasional nervous and anxious behaviors, so Valor was calling to me for this session. I sat on the floor near to Piper’s pen with Tyler in a small cage to my left and Remy still lurking in the shadows. Our session began with a heavy energy, but not in a bad way—more of a stable, solid kind of heavy. I was drawn to the world “release” on repeat. My root chakra was strongly in play here. I felt very rooted in this environment, which is not a feeling I typically experience. Again, the magic of Reiki: I was “translating” the rooted, connected bond of this family.
After connecting with the energy of the space, I began to work directly with Tyler. He “told” me the words “heal,” “peace” and “curious.” He expressed the desire for his mom S. to read to him (totally adorable). I was drawn to his right side and in our after-session recap I told S. to be attentive to that.
Next up, Piper, an alum from our Rescue group. Piper didn’t want any hands-on work, which is common for prey animals. He “told” me that he likes to hide a lot. The energies drew my attention to his left eye, which I confirmed with S. in our recap that he had issues with that eye earlier in the year. I had the most beautiful vision while working on Piper and his enclosure. I don’t often see pictures through my work, as I’m more strongly claircognizant and clairsentient. As I sent Reiki specifically to Piper’s pen, I saw what I can best describe as tubes of rainbow-colored rain with stars inside. I invited the rainbow rain to flow through and around the home, showering the entire family and space with this stunning light and energy. Piper came closest to me at this point. He’s a cautiously receptive boy. He feeds off of the energies around him. I sent all I could to help ease his nerves.
I work mostly with my eyes closed, but they popped open at this point in our session and there was Remy. I could feel the energy of the entire house follow Remy. He needs to be the boss. He came to me, close but not too close, acknowledged my presence, then walked away. Piper quickly followed. If Tyler wasn’t in a cage, he would have done the same. That boss attitude—is that a cat thing in general? Or just a Remy thing? I’ll let S. decide how to handle that from here!
I closed the session with love, light and the greatest good for all beings and objects. What a beautiful family and a beautiful afternoon. Thank you S. for allowing me to share Reiki with your family. Hoppy Birthday. Much Love.
I’m glad I decided to break up these entries as it forces me to stop spinning and to bust out my nearly 40 pages of Masterclass notes… revisit the magic, with purpose.
Feelings… how often do we find ourselves forcing our feelings down or trying to make our feelings fit into some conventional box? To paraphrase Gabby, have no agenda of what you’re supposed to be feeling. Let it flow. You don’t have to feel (or not feel) anything or experience life with the feelings and reactions that are thrust upon you by societal perceptions and “norms.” Feel what you want! Feel what is speaking to you, what is speaking from you.
I hear of more and more people identifying as empaths. I am not one of them. I, in fact, have a strong shut-off valve. It comes naturally to me. If I could box it up and sell it, I would. Gabby talked about shifting toward compassion rather than empathy so we can heal, serve and not take on other’s energy. My Rescue family, please print out the preceding sentence and tape it to your wall. Read it every day. Revisit it before opening your Rescue email, our volunteer FB group or going out on Rescue calls. Compassion allows us to feel, heal and serve without the crushing moments that sometimes come with empathy.
On the first evening of Masterclass, Gabby urged us to write our stories and to call on our stories as our expertise and our wisdom. Reading this line in my notebook is resonating strongly with me today, three-fold. First, because I’m writing to you now. Second, in business, we encourage each other to write our stories, to share why we use our products, the magic that these little brown bottles have brought into our lives in the areas of wellness, abundance and purpose. People often hesitate to write or share their stories because they feel silly about it, they lack confidence in their writing or they don’t think anyone wants to hear their stories. Culture and community is built on stories! Write them, draw them, rap them—something! Share your story; be proud of your journey.
Oh, and third… our Rescue newsletter would not exist without stories from our bunny families and volunteers. Deadline for the next issue is rapidly approaching and I’ve been gently begging for stories. Remember, sharing our stories will help save more rabbits and will continue to spread our mission.
The last line of the page of notes I’m reading and reliving says, “Lots of little right actions.” Isn’t that what our journeys are? Lots of little actions… some right, some wrong in the moment that eventually lead us to right. Right being joy or purpose or learning or love. The next page of my notes starts with me, my stream of consciousness flowing, “I feel perfect in this moment.” And I do. Much love.
I don’t do diapers, but I’ll gladly do litter boxes. We bunny-sat for Valerie this weekend. Call her a BWB (big white bunny), REW (rudy-eyed white), but the most fitting label for her is Snuggle Bunny! This girl can cuddle for hours. It’s kind of funny—people, especially those with kids, who inquire about adopting a rabbit often think they want a dwarf or other small rabbit. Here’s where it gets funny… the little ones usually aren’t the cuddly ones! The BWBs and REWs, in my modest five+ years experience are the lovers. The little guys just want to get away from you (with some exceptions of course).
BWBs are the hidden gem of the companion animal world. They are puppy-like, without the need for outdoor walks and pooper-scoopers. They are sweet and playful. They are abundant in love and cuteness.
Valerie snuggled with me more from Friday to Sunday than my boys have for the entirety of 2017. I was able to read a book next to her without her trying to eat it—Peanut and Tater have “personalized” many novels. Valerie is one the neatest rabbits I have ever encountered, and I handle, on average, 15 rabbits per week. She made one, yes one, “bunny button” outside of her litter box over the three days she was here. Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar rugs, still neat. She’s a dream come true with big ol’ ears. And you should see those binkies!
Falling in line with how things go around here, Valerie loves the Bunny-Daddy far more than she loves me. I clean; he feeds. The logic is there. She and I would be in the thick of a 20+ minute patting session… then the door would open. Footsteps on the stairs to the lower level. And she would bolt away from, poised at the far end of the double-pen, waiting for her new bestie to come for a visit. Forget me—Bunny-Daddy is here. Thanks, girl.
We absolutely loved having her here and begrudgingly gave her back to her wonderful family last night. They’ve become great friends of ours, just like you parents with human children make mom and dad friends. They get us. And I try not to get jealous of how perfect their little angel is while I’m cleaning up hundreds of stray “bunny buttons” in our living room.
Valerie’s parents, thank you for sharing her with us for the weekend. She’s welcome back here, any time. Much love.
Gabby tells us to step in fully. And I’ve been doing that, every day. I’m stepping in and up, creating opportunities for growth in the day-job realm, going big in Rescue, arms locked with the most dedicated team, and establishing weekly classes for the summer to share our incredible wellness products. I’ve stepped in fully, basking in the light from root to crown.
Today, I want to share a few more sparkly gems from my massive collection of notes from our Spirit Junkie Masterclass:
Especially when we are flicking through our social media feeds, it is easy to start comparing, which breeds judgement, envy, annoyance, a host of negative emotions. When you catch yourself comparing her experience, her presentation of her relationship, her possessions, etc. to yours, lean into appreciation instead. Stop. Breathe. Be happy and proud for your friend (and if she’s not your friend, why are you looking at her stuff?). Find gratitude and appreciation for what you have and what you are experiencing. Make and execute a plan for change and growth for yourself. Appreciate your opportunities rather than compare and judge.
We are making a difference. It’s easy to miss that, especially if you watch “the news.” But I know darn well that the light I stand in and spread to everyone I come into contact with is facilitating positivity. It’s a domino effect, in a good way. Is there a term for that, because domino effect is making me think things are falling down? I haven’t had my coffee yet. But you get me. Make one person smile and they make another person smile. It’s network marketing for the spirit.
When you are getting push-back, when doors aren’t opening up for you, when stuff seems impossible… all that is holding you back or telling you no or standing in your way starts from within. When we are faced with rejection and we let that stop us, that stems from inner resistance. When nothing seems to be going our way externally, that is rooted in something internal. But please don’t blame yourself or beat yourself up. Find that inner resistance and dissolve it with love. Literally sit down, close those pretty eyes, and envision that inner resistance. Give it a face or a symbol. Then envision surrounding it with love, pouring love all over it and through it. Dissolve it with that love.
Oh! Now I’m inspired to lead a guided meditation and/or Aroma Freedom Technique session about dissolving our inner resistance with love… let’s make this happen.
You bought a rabbit. I don’t know why. Maybe your kids were begging you for one, promising they would take care of her. Maybe you thought a rabbit would be an easy starter pet. Maybe you didn’t think much about it, just bought her on a whim—she was cute. Or maybe someone bought her for you—thank them for me and be sure to share this with them.
Less than two months after Easter 2017, likely when you got her, you decided you didn’t want her anymore. You decided the responsibility that you chose was over. So, you set her “free.”
On the first of June, 2017, a stray rabbit was brought into a local animal shelter. White, black and near death. This rabbit, a little girl, was emaciated, anemic and infested with parasites. She couldn’t hop. She couldn’t hold her head up. Because you set her “free.”
The shelter called April, one of our most dedicated and compassionate volunteers, as the shelter isn’t equipped for rabbits—but they absolutely do their best. April went to the shelter with supplies and care instructions. Upon seeing the dire condition of this little rabbit, April recommended immediate veterinary intervention. The shelter brought the rabbit to an emergency veterinary clinic where she stayed for four days. She was given fluids, medications and critical care food. Because you set her “free.”
When she showed some signs of gaining strength, the hospital released this rabbit into April’s care. April named her Ashley, a tribute to the caring director at the shelter. Ashley the rabbit’s condition was still critical. She couldn’t eat on her own. She could only move a bit. But she was finally feeling love and support—you know, the stuff you promised to give her when you bought her. But you were done with that. So, you set her “free.”
Our team showed up for Ashley in such a beautiful way. April got Ashley to eat some greens on her own. Jacey and Bryce visited her daily when April had to go to work. Lisa drove well over an hour (maybe 2?) one way just to meet Ashley and give her some love. When Lisa arrived, Ashley was having a very difficult time. Lisa called the talented team at Catnip and Carrots Veterinary Hospital, who said to bring Ashley right in. Dr. Miller and staff cared for Ashley, assessed her needs, ran blood work and some other tests. With their magic and skill combined with the love from our team, Ashley was sitting up on her own that night.
Lisa, Maria and Ricky cared for her overnight before her odyssey back to April’s house (I can’t help but joke about the distance—our team spans the entire 118-mile length of this island). Dr. Miller called me the next morning with the blood work results. Nothing was good. At all. Despite that, April and her family, with the support of the other volunteers, committed to doing ANYTHING it took to give Ashley a chance at life. This included syringe feedings multiple times per day and many other demanding efforts. But April was willing. We create a fundraising page to help with the costs of Ashley’s care, which raised over $500 in less than a day. The time, love, energy, financial support, good wishes from so many people—that’s what it takes to counterbalance your decision to set her “free.”
Last night, I was smiling big time. I came home from my godmother’s 65th birthday party. My other half and my favorite of his friends were outside putting together our beautiful new gazebo and patio set. 80 degrees, sunny and we were dancing on the deck. My phone rang. It was Jacey and Bryce. They had a call in to the 24-hour emergency service for the vet. Ashley was limp. She wouldn’t take her syringe-fed water, as she typically would. Her temperature had dropped to 93 degrees. They had her on heat and poured love on to her. Maria and Ricky got in their car right away, heading to Ashley’s side. April left work. I was standing by, relaying messages from the veterinary team.
Jacey called again. Ashley began to have a seizure. We knew her time in this dimension was coming to a close. Bryce and Jacey held her, loved her, told her it was ok to let go. You know, like how you let her go, set her “free.”
Ashley passed away before April could make it home. Jacey and Bryce stayed. We are truly a family in this group. Ashley suffered. Immensely. She was starved to near-death and infested with parasites when she was finally brought to safety. She had liver damage among many other issues. And if you’re saying “it’s just rabbit,” tell that to April, Lisa, Jacey or Bryce. Look in their eyes and say it, please. Just a rabbit to you— a precious, innocent soul to all of our team.
In case you ever wonder what happened to that little rabbit whom you set “free”…
Binky free, sweet Ashley.
If you would have told me that I’d be sitting here at 35 years old with a guinea pig in my lap… but I guess motherhood presents many unexpected turns.
It’s in my nature to “break stuff down.” So I was thinking last night about what being a mother necessitates at its core. Sure, there are many things that people think mothers should do. Mothers have myriad responsibilities thrust upon them. But if you really take it down to the core, to the basic, all a mother actually has to do is get the being out of her. Of course, nurturing, protecting and other elements of that ilk are necessary and lovely and lots of other adjectives are great but that comes next, and honestly, those things can come from anywhere. In fact, I think we benefit when they come from multiple, safe sources. I very much subscribe to the It Takes a Village philosophy.
Many mothers that I know, those who are mothers to their biological children and those who are mothers to beings they did not birth, have to handle a lot—you literally feel the pressure to keep another being alive while keeping yourself alive. And of course we take the responsibility beyond that (in many ways we should), like keeping our beings, our babies, hooked up with an excess of toys and treats. I’m all for spoiling—as I often remind you, I’m an only child with no cousins. But I think some of us mothers can benefit from taking a page from the furry moms handbook. Think about a rabbit mom or a bird mom. They make the babies; they get them out of themselves. They give them a few weeks and then those offspring leave the nest. Damn, I feel for you human mommas with full nests of 30+ year olds… because that’s a lot of nurturing, of giving of yourself, your time, your resources. Please make sure you’re putting yourself first sometimes, too. Don’t forget you have a village out there for support.
Our Rescue has a private Facebook group for adopters, volunteers and supporters that I think of as a parenting group in many ways. The members give advice about nutrition, shelter, toys and other creature comforts. We support each other when behaviors of our children are tough to manage. We celebrate the cute hops and silly antics of our cotton-bottom babies. We are the village, coming together to save and raise these big-eared children.
This Mother’s Day is a celebration but I want you to celebrate every day. Appreciate, recognize, bask in the connection that family brings. Family can and should look and feel differently for everyone. My immediate family has as many furry members as it does ones with just skin. I home-school and cage my children. I don’t recommend that for every mother out there. Families of 1, families of 2, families of 222 and all the fams in between, feel the blessing. Much love.
Hoppy Mother’s Day.