Vortex of Appreciation

Sunday morning.  I’ve been out as a morning person for quite some time now.  Even the word morning sends a tingle through me.  Know thyself and embrace those strengths.

Just before these manicured fingers began to dance across the keyboard, I was listening to a podcast recorded by my teacher Gabrielle Bernstein, available through her Miracle Membership program.  The podcast was on in the background as I was organizing some of the piles of work on my desk and my conscious mind heard my teacher say the phrase “vortex of appreciation.”  I put down the pile, paused the podcast and began writing to you.  As per usual, these love letters come from divine inspiration—rarely do I have a plan.

Now, I have an idea for you.  Close those beautiful eyes.  Visualize yourself in a cup, a beautiful container large enough for you to feel comfortable and cozy enough for you to feel safe… surrounding you, cushioning you, pouring all over you are the things you love and appreciate… the people, places, things and ideas for which you feel gratitude… the elements of your day that light you up.  Sit there.  Soak it in.  Splash around in it.  Pick it up and toss it like some glittery confetti.  Feel the appreciation surrounding you.  Bask in it.

Flutter those beautiful eyes back open.  Do you feel that?  That glow of everything you love all around you?  You can access that feeling anytime and anywhere.  It is within you.

What’s in my cup?  (And no, I don’t know where the cup idea came from.  I heard Gabby say “vortex of appreciation” and I got a visual of myself in what I can best describe as a stemless wine glass.  We just roll with these things).  My cup overfloweth with you, dear readers, with my furbabies, with my family and my famOILy, with abundance, with mornings and sunshine, with beautiful things.  If your cup feels empty or if it has sprung a leak, I’m down to pour some of mine into yours or you can even dive into my vortex— plenty of space in my cup for you.  Plenty of gratitude to share.

So take a moment to feel it, emotionalize with the vortex of appreciation.  And anytime today you feel yourself slipping out of appreciation and gratitude, know that you can visualize and dive back in.  Some days, I stay there with ease and other days I have to dive back in many, many times.  Big smiles.  Much love.

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Snoopy & Budgie 2017

On the first day of this fresh new year, I visited Snoopy, Budgie and their mom Jean.  Budgie has been acting out a bit so Jean wanted me to check in with him and make sure all is well with him.  Before I left my house, I rubbed drops of Highest Potential essential oil over my heart and Release essential oil between my palms, just the oils I was compelled to grab in honor of my upcoming session.  Every time I’ve treated these bunny brothers, I start with Budgie (maybe next time I’ll change that up!).  Momma Jean worked on her computer, adjacent to the boys’ enclosures during our session (remember this fact for later).  Budgie was very receptive to the Reiki energy and very calm.  He “showed” me the number one, which I connected to the opening of the new year… or that he’s #1!

Budgie quickly invited me into his pen and we shared lots of hands-on energy throughout our session.  All is well with loving Budgie.  He’s a reputed kisser.  He consistently gave me three kisses, then flicked his tongue three times, left-right-left.  That might just be his habit, his tongue muscle memory… or maybe he was bringing the power of three to the forefront.  Three is pure power.  Three is divinity.

I moved on to Snoopy.  He’s a guarded little boy so I know to stay outside of his pen.  He still gets the bountiful energy and energetic benefits just as much as he would with hands-on—Reiki love and light will flow wherever it needs to, wherever it is welcome!  Snoopy stayed within his cardboard house for the duration of our session (his Snoopy house?!) but acknowledged our exchange through his grooming and sharing “messages” with me as well.  I had a sense of Jean’s mom, Snoopy and Budgie’s grandmother, and the letter M toward the end of our session.  As shielded as Snoopy can be, he is still receptive to the energy, love and light in such a beautiful way.  I feel so energized when I work with these boys!

After I closed out our session, I share the “messages” and feelings with Jean.  I felt awkward asking about her mother; while I feel spiritually connect to Jean, I still don’t know her that well!  What if this was a “bad” question to ask?  But I had to ask her anyway.  I asked if Snoopy was close with Jean’s mom or if they even knew each other.  Jean shared with me that her mother passed away six years before Snoopy came into her life.  Then she paused, took a breath and told me that she was writing a post for her own blog

while I was working with the boys.  That post is about her mother and father.

I am honored to confirm Jean’s mother’s presence.  Our loved ones are never truly gone if we just take the time to quiet our minds, remove the distractions and pay attention on purpose to the present moment.  I am not a trained medium.  But I am a true believer.  We all have these abilities and they step forward when we take the time and care to listen.  Sharing the love and light, the life-force energies with Snoopy and Budgie on the first day of what I know will be a year of beauty set a wonderful tone.  Thank you Jean.  I love you and your boys truly.

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Snoopy, photo credit: Jean

Gifts

I love giving gifts.  I guess that’s my “love language,” if you subscribe to that philosophy (remember, vintage “RHOC” with Vicki talking love languages…).  It’s not a materialistic thing; it’s a symbolic gesture.  I love giving gifts for no particular occasion, other than “I saw this and it made me think of you.”  That said, my gift giving nature was tested this holiday season.  I blame the combination of the upside-down surreal 2016 and the fact that we recently moved (as I write this, there are boxes and piles of I don’t know what to my right).  I couldn’t get a handle on time and getting the mountain of tasks done these past few weeks.  I always take on a lot, so that’s not the problem.  But I think I undervalued the magnitude of moving and just how much mental effort and physical time it would take.  Again, the curse of the achiever kicked it.

I got a handle on the gifts this year in three parts: one part obsessive organization, one part miracle, and one part best friend came down from Albany and finished all that was left undone.  Far more quickly than they were selected, purchased, wrapped and arranged, the gifts were given and floated out of my existence (except for those given to the Bunny-daddy, of course).  For those of us who take a certain kind of value in gift-giving, the exchange is the true gift.  It’s the gesture of it all.  It’s not the monetary value.  It’s not given for a subsequent lauding.  It’s the moment.  It’s the look on the receiver’s face, often times a laugh, maybe even a happy tear or two.  It’s the hug and/or the thank you card.

I love to give gifts because of the feeling in the moment.  And I love to receive them for much the same reason.  I don’t like clutter (again, it’s fairy difficult to stay focused writing this because there’s an utter mess to my right!) and sometimes gifts of a particular nature become clutter in my rigid world.  But I will always love the gesture and the symbolism of gifting and that supersedes the clutter.

I have a lot of gifts, as in abilities.  I use them, I share them and I proudly kick ass with them.  I gave a lot of gifts over the past few days, although with the typical holiday whirlwind combined with 2016’s wrath, I don’t know if I let myself feel the moment enough!  Again, putting pressure on myself… that’s a trait that I need to hone into a gift.  And if history’s any teacher, I can make that happen.

Fans, friends, loves… I must go tackle the piles of stuff, some gifts and some not.  Enjoy the magic of giving.  Much love. peanut-christmastater-christmas

Harley

Sweet Sugar crossed over the Rainbow Bridge not long after his surgery and injury.  Needless to say, his family is gutted.  Over the course of working with Sugar’s transition, I’ve become rather close with Sugar’s momma.  Turns out, we have a ton of things in common beyond our bunny love.

This past Wednesday, I received an email about a domestic rabbit in great danger.  I have to leave out some big details to protect the innocent here.  But, in short, this rabbit was left to fend for him/herself in the road of a residential neighborhood for the last month or more.  A neighbor was told that the rabbit had “turned wild” and is “smart enough to stay out of traffic.”

Late Thursday night, the rabbit was brought to safety by a concerned (and brave) neighbor.  But now the scramble began on my part—who can foster this rabbit?!?!  I turned to our private Facebook group for adopters, volunteers and supporters of our cause on Friday morning.  I posted a brief version of this little one’s story and the only picture I had of him/her.  Just a few minutes after posting, I received a text message from Sugar’s mom, asking if she and Sugar’s dad could help by fostering this new rescue.  Compelled by all of the love and support they experienced in their time of need, they wanted to give back in the biggest way possible.

I sprang into action, full-on Metatron mode.  Finder brought the bunny to me (and a $50 donation… some people are just downright beautiful) as I readied a dose of Revolution, rugs, hay, and other supplies.  I loaded the bunny into my carrier and buckled him/her in, as he/she was digging up the blankets in the carrier, meant to keep the ride comfortable.  He/she settled down soon, as I told him/her all about his/her new destination and how he/she would never be in danger again.  Ever.

I arrived and Sugar’s mom had everything ready for her foster baby.  We popped him/her out of the carrier, administered the dose of Revolution (didn’t see one flea or anything on him/her!) and you can tell by my pronoun usage throughout this story that I wasn’t able to determine gender—bunny was just too stressed!  We will find out on Wednesday when Sugar’s mom takes foster bunny for a checkup.  Bunny has the markings of a Dutch rabbit and the coloring of a harlequin; fittingly, Sugar’s mom named him/her Harley.

Harley took to devouring hay, salad and pellets almost immediately.  I wish we got video of how he/she jumped all four paws into the water bowl in his/her crate.  Harley seems healthy thus far, amazing considering what this rabbit has been through.  Harley is definitely happy.  I was lucky enough to witness Harley’s first bunny-flop in his/her foster home—the ultimate sign of feeling safe and loved.

Sugar’s family: we could not have saved Harley without you.  You are truly special people.

On Purpose

I thought I was going to write about something completely different today… But as I sat down, clicked the diffuser on and powered up the laptop, I realized I hadn’t tore off today’s calendar page.  I have a Dr. Wayne Dyer page-a-day calendar on the mess I call a desk.  I usually tear the page in the morning, but I didn’t today.  I did it just now.  And it says: “Purpose is about giving to yourself unconditionally and accepting what comes back with love, even if what comes back is not what you anticipated.”

Purpose

Yesterday, I spent part of my afternoon covering an extra shift of “bunny chores” at our main foster home.  Clean, vacuum, feed, love, repeat. Another volunteer, Nicole, who is beyond generous with her time on a regular basis, joined me for some extra help.  We both have typical “day jobs” with the standard Saturday and Sunday off.  We both have significant others, significant families and significant relaxing to do.  Now, I can’t speak for Nicole, but I felt more alive, more in my truth for those 2 hours yesterday than in most moments I have at “work.”  Tending the rabbits is my Purpose.  Sometimes I get gentle bunny kisses out of it and of course, I relish in the amazing feeling when we help make a family complete through adoptions, but what I really “get” out of what I do through Rescue isn’t in this dimension.  At all.  Nicole and I haven’t talked about it, but I can sense that she “gets” it too.  She’s an Earth Angel, whether she knows it yet or not.

After those chores wrapped up, I headed over to set up an education visit.  A family contacted us about their rabbit, whom they perceived to be “aggressive.”  Note: unless you are Romaine lettuce, a rabbit is not aggressive toward you.  The family thought they needed to rehome him, but I sensed from their email that they were open to trying to make things work—this wasn’t the typical “We don’t want this thing in our house anymore” dumper email.  I offered to have volunteers visit the family, check out their set up and offer some care and handling advice.  When I put out the call for help on our end, Lisa and Jo were amongst the ones who offered.  Lisa and Jo successfully rehabbed the “aggressive” Captain so I knew they were the right volunteers for this visit.  I am ever so grateful that I was able to get this education visit started and leave Lisa and Jo to do their magic.  Sometimes, Rescue can feel like a one-woman-show (with NO disrespect to my fellow volunteers!  You know there are far more tasks to do than there are volunteers to accomplish them!).  From what I hear, the visit went well; the family is relieved and armed with techniques to care for their bunny boy.

If you would have told me that this is what I would do with my free time in my adult life, I would have recommended you seek help for your crazy thoughts.  But even just writing about this stuff awakens my heart, uplifts my energies, makes every cell in this 5’4’’ frame shake with power.  I feel so blessed to have found my Purpose.  I’m proud of myself for being open to it, for taking the opportunities afforded to me, for saying yes whenever I can.  Yours is out there, I promise.  I didn’t invent mine; I didn’t seek it out.  It found me and I let it fill my soul.  Hop your path, binky into your truth… on Purpose.

And I just realized, that’s Magnify Your Purpose wafting from the diffuser.  Powerfully delicious.  Have a fulfilling week, darlings.

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Abundance & Gratitude

You have resources for whatever is important to you, whatever has value to you. Whether those resources are time, money, love, listening, supplies… when something truly has value to you, you find a way (or the Universe helps you find a way) to give and to make it happen.

I give freely and often: time, money, whatever I have. I’m grateful that I can and I’m ever so grateful for all those who came out to our annual fundraiser for Long Island Rabbit Rescue at Still Partners yesterday. We raised a fantastic amount of money during a fun afternoon. Still Partners has the most delicious veggie burger I have ever eaten, so I was content enough to be there for that! Beyond the deliciousness, my soul felt the bliss emanating from the dedicated volunteers and generous community members in attendance.

Big bunny boy Maurice and special needs bunny Edith played on the bar’s stage throughout the event, while our directors and volunteer team educated about rabbit care and about the outstanding work our group does. People made beautifully generous donations—yes, the monetary factor is what helps us rescue and care for abandoned and neglected rabbits across Long Island, but the gesture of giving… that’s what created this abundance of gratitude.

Events like this reignite our passion. Rescue work is difficult. We are often faced with people who aren’t supportive, who don’t honor and respect the furry lives we work tirelessly to save. Yesterday’s event reminds us that we have support, renews our purpose and brings us more comfortably into our “busy season” of post-Easter… but that’s a topic for another day. Right now, I want to bask in the abundance of the love and support we collected at Still Partners yesterday.

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Speaking of Abundance… one of my favorite scents!

Boundless gratitude to our benefactor Mark, to the staff at Still Partners, to our volunteer team and of course to the community for supporting our cause.  Long Island Rabbit Rescue is run solely on donations, 100% of which go directly to the rabbits.

And while I have you, check out my article on One Green Planet… give it a “like” and let One Green Planet know that you want to hear more from me and the rabbit rescue community!