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All Quiet on the Rescue Front

It’s amazing what freedom you can attain when you release things, habits (and people) who no longer serve you in a positive way from taking up space in your life or even just in your head.

Confession: I checked my email, on average, every 9 minutes from the time I took over the communications for our Rescue group up until just a few weeks ago.

Do you know how mentally crippling it is to check every 9 minutes?  Can you fathom how much time I wasted refreshing and clicking?  Guess what—we NEVER get emails every 9 minutes.  But there I was, for years now, ineffectively using my time, checking and checking for responses, for new communications.  A purely addictive behavior that served me, or Rescue, no positive purpose.

Compulsion is definitely in my nature but I think this particular compulsion started as a result of taking on such an important task, a task that I deemed highly time-sensitive.  Combine that with an aggressive overachiever and solutions maker and BOOM: you’re checking for emails 6+ times an hour.  Sometimes, I’m sure it was more frequently.

Sure, urgent issues in Rescue pop up (or should I say hop up?).  But thankfully, they don’t occur every day and they certainly don’t happen every fraction of the hour, daily.  Through consistent personal development, mindfulness and my precious oils, I am proud to say that I check my emails 2-4 times per day now.  Massive difference.  And when I check them at this frequency, I respond with more clarity and delegate more effectively.

In response to my energetic shift, “things” have quieted down on the Rescue front.  Our educational efforts are wide-reaching.  Our communication with perspective adopters or struggling owners who didn’t adopt from us still happens but, as I don’t feel the (although sometimes quiet) mania I used to, the intense situations just don’t show up any more.  And when urgency arises, my clear mind and focused intrapersonal and interpersonal skills enable me to handle the necessary steps with much more ease than ever before.

As easy as it sounds to check one’s phone less, it wasn’t easy for me to cease the compulsion.  But I did it.  All is peaceful on the Rescue front.pc-clarity

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How?

Just how does she do it?

I’ll tell you how.  I purposefully combine the Law of Attraction and the Law of Action.  I mindfully Manifest and Act accordingly.  I capitalize words that have become proper nouns in my journey; without language, I am but a bag devoid of contents.  And, since the Bunny Daddy and I moved last week, I am currently surrounded by boxes and bags brimming with contents, so I’ll keep this short…

Reiki, Rescue and Essential Oils help me keep it all together.  I am a powerhouse, with or without those specific forces.  Please don’t misinterpret my confidence and self-awareness for egotistical falsities.  I speak the facts of my journey as I see and feel them.  I am Reiki, as are you, as are all beings and things.  The energy flows, sometimes swirls.  I’ll always share it with you and I appreciate you sharing the positive kind back with me.  And Rescue… that’s family.  The lives we save become instant family.  We love each without condition.  We grow to love each other, the adopters, volunteers and supporters, and show up for each other in amazing ways.  Last night, about 25 of us got together, made and decorated chocolate bunnies, laughed, cried and ate a lot.  A beautiful night.

And the Oils… the precious little bottles that can you find in every room of our house, scattered throughout my purse, tucked away in my desk drawer at the day job so they don’t go missing.  Make no mistake: I make things happen, not the oils.  I am the magic; they just bring it out in me.  And you are the magic too—I do NOT hoard the powers for myself.  On the drive home last night, one of our conversations got me thinking about the oils I used to get me through the house purchasing and moving process, so I’m going to share my routine from that time with you… But please understand that I do go way big with the oils.  One does not need to use as many as I do or as much as I do to enhance the magic in one’s own life.  One oil, one drop just might do the trick… I’m just pulling off (not turning!) a lot of tricks at once here!

Thieves on the bottom of the feet, 2-3 times per day, without exception, to support a healthy immune system.

In the morning:

-2 drops of Grounding on the tops of each foot, in effort to stay present throughout the day.

Valor, Humility, or Highest Potential over the solar plexus chakra, again depending on my impending day.

Envision or Magnify Your Purpose over the heart.

Believe and Abundance on the arms.

Throughout the day:

-TONS of Stress Away and LavenderPeace and Calming came in handy too, all of these used topically and aromatically.

White Angelica and water in a spray bottle.  Keep the good energies in and the negatives away!

In the evening:

-A few repeats from the morning routine, depending on what came up during the day.

-Something soothing diffused at bed time.

Again, I’m an over-indulger.  Just like I have a full-time job, a family, run two businesses and a non-profit organization, I go hard with the Oils.  Any one or two of the above, once or twice a day would totally suffice.  Then again, I didn’t just find a place to live; I found my dream home.  I don’t just work with a Rescue; we save record numbers of lives.  But I started oiling small, a few drops a day.  Just be consistent and committed to what’s important to you.  Let the magic happen.

Forgive my absence last week.  Much love.

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No.

In Rescue life, I find myself saying no very often.  And it’s not a struggle for me.  I attribute that to my logical, black-and-white, organized nature.  We don’t have a shelter facility; all of our rabbits are fostered in private homes.  Thus, we can’t do anything unless someone can offer a space in their own home.  Once we find a space, then things spring into motion, but before that, it’s just no.  No, we can’t help until someone steps up to foster.  No, we can’t take your rabbit that you’ve grown tired of.  No, you can’t house a domestic rabbit in an outdoor hutch.  No, we can’t give you hundreds of donated dollars to pay for the spay/neuter of a rabbit whom you decided to purchase from a breeder.

Do I sound cold?  Sorry.  But to me, these are just facts.  There’s a logical procedure to making all of this happen, to saving as many lives as we can and then providing a high quality of life for those we save.  If we just said yes to everyone, everybun, every request, we would be financially broke (we run solely on your donations, 100% of which go directly to the rabbits and are tax-deductible) and the rabbits we have in our care wouldn’t have exercise time, food and supplies, and the love they deserve.  So, no is my answer often.  Even when dealing with the cutest of cotton bottoms, you have to harden the F up sometimes… a lot of the time…

So take this sense into the rest of real life.  With some minor exception, I’ve never been a people-pleaser.  I’m loyal.  I’m honest.  I’m dependable.  But be damn sure that I won’t do anything I don’t want to do and I’ll never commit to something that I don’t plan on fulfilling.

In many cases, saying no is a gift to yourself, a gift you deserve.  No, I don’t want to _______ because I really need to rest, handle my own business, do something that fulfills my spirit.  Put yourself first.  I always do.  Always.  I don’t care if that sounds selfish or crass.  Putting myself first, saying no to some people and things along the way has enabled me to create the life of my dreams.  I’ve written here before that the life of my dreams is probably far from the one of your dreams—how great that we can all have it all, in whatever way we want it?!  Anyway, saying no in Rescue life and in real life is really just a yes to something else, something that we choose to give priority.

So when I say no to having lunch on a Sunday with you, I’m really saying yes to myself, my family and my home—I need that day to get shit together!  When I say no to an abandoned rabbit, I’m really saying let’s get the best possible scenario arranged first to truly save this life, all while saying yes to keeping the safe and loved quality of life for our foster and sanctuary rabbits.  No keeps me grounded.  No keeps the quality of yeses super high and wonderful.

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Stay grounded.

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Labels

As an intense, Type-A lunatic, you would think that I’d like labels.  But the truth is, I don’t.  I barely read them on tangible items, just a scan because, in true Denise-fashion, I know exactly what I’m looking for.  Although I have to say, even when I was a little girl, the toothpaste label bothered me—why do we have to call Poison Control if we ingest something that we’re supposed to put in our mouths?  Perplexing.  Glad I’ve found a better option…

As for things without printed labels, like people for instance, labeling feels so prohibitive.  If I call myself a vegan, can I look at a cannoli without your judgement?  If she’s a bitch, is there a moment when she’s acceptable in your world?  And days… does it have to be a good day or a bad day?  The pressure we put on ourselves for this party to be epic or this workshop to be a record-breaking success can really ruin the moment.  I’m all for setting substantial goals and crushing them.  I’m a manifest-er.  I make stuff happen beyond others’ wildest dreams (and also far from others’ dreams, but back off—they are my dreams!).  But enough with the labels… for me.  I’m just going to Be Here Now.

And come to think of it—rabbits get labeled too.  They get wrongfully labeled as good starter pets or easy to take care of.  Some breeds get labeled, often accurately.  My Lionhead thinks he’s a lion.  I have the bite mark on my thumb from yesterday to prove it.  Other breeds get mislabeled, like the Ruby-Eyed Whites (REWs), otherwise known as Big White Bunnies (BWBs).  Those literal labels aren’t wrong but the misconception that their eyes are “scary” is ridiculous!  Those eyes are gorgeous, precious and those REWs are the best pets ever.  They are like puppies without the outside walking.  They are playful and robust.  But wait… am I labeling?  Nah, I’ll label this describing.  Stereotyping actually, because there are some shy BWBs out there (yes, Chloe and Portia and Vanna White, I’m talking to you).

So I guess what I’m saying is, read the label.  And if it sits right with you, go with it.  But don’t be fooled by the label.  Go deeper than the label.  Make your own label.  Find people, places and things whose labels match your goals and purpose.  That’s how we reach some next level beauty.

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Goodbye, dear friend.

Omitting names to veil the identities…

I became friends with J. during the summer of 2014.  Timing is everything, right?  A few years prior, when I was in search of an acupuncturist, L. gave me J.’s card… but I never called.  I don’t know why.  Then, in the summer of 2014, I started practicing yoga at the studio which was in the same building as L.’s massage/Reiki space.  There, I befriended D. and J.  Besides adoring them both in a professional capacity, D. a vivacious teacher of yoga and meditation and J. a skilled, attentive acupuncturist, we bonded in a sisterly way—my spiritual sisters.  J. is the one who also introduced me to Young Living, the oils that have at some times saved and at all times enhanced my life; D. and I are Reiki sisters, training under the same master.

Last summer, J. and her husband adopted two wonderful rabbits from the Long Island Rabbit Rescue.  They couldn’t have picked two more different rabbits.  Lilah, now Laila, is a diminutive white rabbit, tiniest ears I’ve ever stroked.  Rupert, now Rufus, is large in size and personality, brown in color.  They were to be bonded, but J. stopped bonding sessions early last fall.  I didn’t know why.  Sessions were going great.  Inconsequential now.  Rufus and Laila happily live side-by-side.  They are healthy.  They are gorgeous.

As fall and winter 2015 chugged along, contact with J. was sporadic.  I sensed she was “going through something” but when I asked, offered an ear, a shoulder, whatever, I was quickly shut down.  So I minded my business outwardly and inwardly created some stories as to what was going on.  Bottom line though, we hadn’t known each other long.  Maybe this was just her way.  I’m used to people floating in and out of my journey.  I’m used to be the connector, the initiator, so this wasn’t all that alarming to me.

When the calendars turned to 2016, the disconnect ramped up.  D. and I would joke: “Is she mad at you? Is she mad at me?  Who pissed J. off and now she’s not calling us back?”  I still had my acupuncture appointments.  We would still talk during the whole treatment.  Sometimes, J. would cry.  But again, she would not let on, not even a morsel, of what was up.  I had no choice but to shake it off.  It wasn’t about me.  And no matter what angle I tried, she wasn’t letting me in.  I respected that and minded my own business.  I did, however, squint when she wouldn’t take pre-payment for treatments anymore.  But, as we often do in our egos, assumed it was something I did—maybe she was hoping I’d stop making appointments?

On June 29th, I got a message that changed the game here.  M., who manages the space where J.’s office is housed reached out to me, asking if I’d heard from J.  She hadn’t been at work for the entire month.  Now I knew for sure the lack of communication wasn’t anything I or D. or anyone said/did/whatever.  Something was up.  I called D.  We hatched a plan.  After D. taught her class that evening, we would show up on J.’s front steps.  And we did.  My heart was pounding so profoundly as D. rang the bell—I imagined it bouncing out of my chest, cartoon-style.  J.’s husband answered the door.  I held my breath.  D. did all the talking—I think.  Moments of silence until we heard J.’s voice from inside the house say, “Let them in.”

Turns out, J. was battling a recurrence of a cancer that she had a few years prior, before I knew her, over this year of slipping away from us.  By the time she let us in, which I firmly believe she had no intention of doing until we ambushed her, the cancer was winning.  She couldn’t walk, sit up or smile.  She was embarrassed, angry, tired.  She shared some of her journey with us that evening, as D. and I sat on her kitchen floor (after I checked on the bunnies, of course.  They are both doing wonderfully.  J.’s husband is a saint, for her and for their animal-family members).  No one knew what was going on.  It wasn’t just D. and I shut out.

I firmly respect that choice.  I saw glimmers, as people started to find out what was going on, of the “You have to try…” or “You should be…” well-intentioned input from others that J. and her husband simply did not want.  And I don’t blame them!  These are two smart, well-researched, capable people.  They knew what they were doing and choosing at this point.  And sure, there are some who think it was “wrong” for J. not to tell even siblings of hers what was going on.  But I think she was right, as long as that’s what she wanted.

As the summer bounced on, I saw J. a few times.  I texted her every other day but rarely got a response.  On Thursday, my text read, “Would you like a visitor today?”  On Friday, J.’s husband responded and we decided I would come visit on Saturday, yesterday.  I spent a nice chunk of my day there.  It was as lovely as it could be.  We laughed.  It wasn’t all laughs though, but I’ll respect my ultra-private friend and keep those details to myself.  While we were on the couch, J.’s husband mentioned that the rabbits needed their nails cut.  My outstanding mentor and rescue director dropped everything she was doing and drove the 45 minutes there to give Rufus and Laila a little spa day, nails, grooming, snuggles.

I left, saying I love you and I’ll see you soon—all intentions to drop by Sunday or Monday.  An hour or so after I left, I got incredibly tired.  I attributed that to being drained from the day, an energy dump from an emotionally-trying afternoon.  Shortly after that, I got a phone call from M.  J. passed away.  Somewhere over the rainbow…

We shared dinners, lunches, yoga classes, Young Living meetings and knowledge, bunny stuff, acupuncture sessions… and above all this, love.  J. is a true trailblazer, an inspiration.  My lesson, one of my many treasured take-aways from our short, yet deep friendship: Follow your bliss.  If you aren’t happy at your job, in your relationship, in the chair you’re in, whatever, get up and change it.  Don’t wait.  Don’t “but what if…”  Don’t do what anyone else thinks you should do.  Do what makes you feel alive.  Do what makes your heart sing and your soul crave more of that thing.

I just love you J.

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Alexa and Josie

I’ve admired Josie and Alexa for a while via social media, so of course I was excited to meet them in person when their mom and fellow Rescue volunteer Kim asked me to give the girls a Reiki treatment.  Although they are sisters who live side-by-side, Josie and Alexa are very different girls when it comes to personality and energy.  After Kim introduced me to her bunny-daughters and went over the basics of their dynamic, I anointed my palms and third-eye chakra with lavender oil and began our treatment.

I started seated in front of both pens and let the girls guide me as to whom to treat first.  Josie, with her beautiful up-ears and spotted fur, invited me into her area first and with loving excitement.  I added 2 drops of Envision oil, one of my newer favorites, to my palms to help open the channels between Source, me and Josie. The first message she communicated with me: “When mom is happy, then I’m happy!” (a common theme from our companion animals—really makes you think about how much our energies and experiences influence those around us).  Josie is a curious girl, active and in love with her toys (she has a lot of them!).  Her energy is that of pure love.  If she could talk, she would never stop—in a bubbly, endearing way of course!  The hands-on parts of our session were extra nice as Josie’s fur is unbelievably soft; I’ve patted soft fur before but NOTHING like this.

Lop-eared Alexa may have soft fur too… but I wouldn’t know, because she did NOT want any hands-on treatment!  Alexa has a guarded energy, so I chose Peace & Calming, another oil blend, to hands for our moments together.  Although she loves and trusts her family, she is very hesitant around those she doesn’t yet know.  I did my best to connect to her; despite her reservations, she was reception to the energy, just at a distance.  She quickly communicated with me that she’s the “older child,” which I later confirmed with Kim.  Alexa knows her beauty and doesn’t share the young, curious energy that Josie has.  She’s more refined but none-the-less comfortable and loved!

I closed our session back where I started, between the two girls, thanking them, Kim and the rest of their family for allowing me to share Reiki energy with them.  A truly beautiful family… I am grateful to know them.  And I’ll get to treat Alexa hands-on one day!!

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Budgie

Budgie probably doesn’t remember it, but he’s the first LIRRG rabbit I ever met.  It was February 2012.  Budgie and his mom and his aunt were representing LIRRG at a local Petco for an education event.  Bunny-daddy and I had just brought our boys into our home a month and a half prior.  (We found out that a local rescue existed after that… but we’ve more than made up for it since!  When you know better, you do better.)  I went to Petco with my mom and the uncles to meet the Rescue people.  We met Budgie there that day and I exchanged contact information with Budgie’s mom, hoping to find out more about volunteering.  And the rest is history-ish.

I visited Budgie this week to share some Reiki and check in with some out-of-his-ordinary behavior that his mom is concerned about.  I’ve treated him and his brother Snoopy before.  I started my session with a drop of lavender oil on my third-eye chakra and 3 drops of T-Away (the Animal Scents equivalent to Stress Away) in my palms.  I don’t typically put the oils directly on my bunny-clients; I rub the oils between my palms and do hands-on treatments, sharing the frequency of the oils.

I started Budgie’s treatment from outside of his pen, giving him some time to acclimate and invite me in.  I soon joined him on his play rug and worked hands-on for the majority of our session.  I connected strongly with his solar plexus chakra and the desire to assert power… which aligns well with the behaviors his mom is concerned about.  I sent lots of calming and peace to Budgie there, reassuring him that his power in this realm is recognized and strong.

He licked my right hand about 5 or 6 times during his treatment, each time in a series of 8 licks and the final time, 16 licks.  In our discussion after the treatment, I asked Budgie’s mom if the number 8 has any significance to her.  Nothing jumped out at her—but we did talk about 8 as the infinite energies and love.  We rounded out our treatment with an exchange of loving energies and I focused my Reiki on reassuring Budgie of his strength and power in his loving family.  All in all, Budgie thinks he’s the boss… and I’m not arguing with that face!

Much gratitude to Budgie’s mom for inviting me to share my love and light with her sweet boys.

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Rituals

I describe myself as highly routinized. For my own good, I’ve loosened up a bit over the past few years and more markedly, over the past few months.  I do attribute my massive success (and I define success as happiness and daily bliss) to my habits and patterns.  This way of life, as rigid as it can be sometimes, just comes naturally to me.  It’s the way my system was programmed.  Even my downtime, my free time has rules to it.

I start my days by stepping outside and taking a few moments to be present.  Up until very recently, I would start my days by grabbing my phone, starting the cycle of checking and obsessing.  I’ve worked to replace that habit with taking myself out to the deck and listening.  Some days, I do find myself on the screen before I’m on the grass but this part of the routine is a work in progress.  Starting the day by taking a few moments to just breathe and be outside sets a different tone—the intensity to do, to go, to be somewhere else drifts away.  Try it.  A gift I got from my meditation coach and friend.

I come in from outside and flick on the diffusers, usually Thieves in the bathroom and today it’s a combination of tangerine and orange in the kitchen/living room.  The oils have become just as integral to my routine as coffee.  On work days, I hop in the shower; on non-work days, I feed boys, then fed myself.  Breakfast is a piece of Ezekiel toast with peanut butter and a dark roast coffee with sugar and MCT oil. Work days: I eat, ready, dress and leave.  Non-work days: I eat and shuffle between housework, Rescue work and catching up on completely junk television.  I check my phone too often (working on it!) and I beat myself up for not reading more.  I always say: the more you read, the better looking you get.

I’m profoundly a morning person, so whether it’s formal work or not, the best of it happens early.  The day flows methodically.  Accomplishments abound.  Even the downtime is structured.  But it works for me.  Example: I don’t leave the house on Sundays.  The bunny-daddy started that tradition.  If there’s an absolutely unavoidable exit of the house on a Sunday, another day of house-arrest is substituted.  Adding this to the rituals has made me carve out time for self-care and a clear boundary that I can’t overload myself with more “stuff” for anyone or any institution.  It’s my day around the Manor.

My days round out with a short Reiki session for each of the boys and I’m always in bed early.  I need a lot of sleep.  It’s just a fact of who I am and I’m grateful to know myself and meet those needs.  And yes, even the extended vacation on the horizon from the day job will be filled with structure, routines… the rituals that make this success continue to flow.  It’s difficult for me to “do nothing,” sometimes to the point of torturous, but that’s something I’m working on for sure.  I need to give myself permission to just be, to restore.

Adding to the routine this summer: more outside time, more books, more quiet.

Subtracting from the machine: checking my phone as much as I do, negative self-talk when I do “nothing.”

Now, go do something for you.  Get outside.  Or come wash my dishes so I can…

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Take some time to relax!

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Betsy’s Battle

Betsy has a battle ahead of her.  The story of her rescue and subsequent cancer diagnosis will appear in the next issue of “Thump” so you’ll get all the details there.  Betsy is living at our foster home for special needs and sanctuary rabbits, where I volunteer weekly.  A few days after she settled in there, into her “hospice foster home,” I gave Betsy a Reiki treatment.

Betsy stayed inside her hideout box while I did my typical chores, tending to the rabbits of varying needs and speeds.  After chores were done, I cleansed the space with my Thieves spray, anointed my third-eye chakra with a drop of lavender oil and rubbed a few drops of lavender oil between my palms.  I sat in front of Betsy’s enclosure– she lives in a multi-level condo.  Her upstairs neighbor is the legendary Maurice, a big white bunny boy who has more personality than most humans you encounter on the daily.

I began our healing session with the door to her enclosure open, my hands outstretched but still outside, calling upon my guides, Betsy’s guides and welcoming all energies of healing and comfort.  Almost immediately, Betsy bounded from her hideout and started eating pellets from the crock in her enclosure.  She ate for the duration of our session, even when I transitioned to hands-on healing.  She ate with an even pace, not gobbling too fast but not quite taking breaks either.  One pellet at a time, taking in the nutrition as a sign for me that she was also allowing the healing energies to flow.

Betsy shared some gems with me while we worked together.  She described the veterinarian who operated on her, Dr. George, as gentle and said that she knew Dr. George helped her.  Betsy shared that her foster mom is “cool” and they have a sisterly bond.  Betsy likes where she is.  She is receptive to and grateful for all the care she’s receiving.  She reported no current pain beyond the typical pain or discomfort that she feels—she’s used to how she feels now.  Betsy also told me that her neighbor Maurice is funny.  Maurice snorted in acknowledgement (I don’t think I ever heard him snort before!).

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As we closed the session, I called on Daphne II, a LIRRG-alum who has crossed over, to help heal Betsy.  Daphne II lived in the same foster home for the final months of her time in this dimension.  She and Betsy share a similar aesthetic so I found it fitting to link the two.  As soon as I closed out our session, Betsy retreated to her hideout box.

Betsy might be with us for a few years… but more than likely her time will be less than that.  Speaking of time, this is the perfect moment to remind myself that when I visit her foster home tomorrow to cover my weekly shift of chores that I must take some extra special time with her, with all of the darling rabbits.  Because we have all the time we need, no matter what perceptions we have of time or confines we force upon it.  Sending Betsy an abundance of love and light as she hops her battle.

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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.”

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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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