More of the Wonders of Life

The past 12 months have been wondrous. It was a year ago, Aug. 21, 2007, that I had my first "event", as I have come to call the two hospitalizations I have had. This time last year was tough slugging. It was hot, humid, and very polluted. I was having trouble breathing and even moving much.

This morning I head for the cemetery with Aimee, the wonder dog, so she can play with the coyote and I can exercise, meditate and celebrate.

In-between, we have been to Austria twice and I have opened an office there. I am talking with a medical doctor about the possibility of doing something similar in Kuwait. Life, growth, joy, after near death. So much to celebrate.

I can use all the help I can get out there, to get my Vienna practice off and running. Anyone who is willing to help promote me, please feel free! Giving my Austrian web some hits will help: www.couplerelationshiptherapy.at

Sometime this week I am going to let go 30 balloons off the hill at the cemetery with my beautiful new book mark tied to the string. The book mark talks about Toronto office on one side and Vienna office on the other. Fun! My rockets of desire, exploding off the hill side where Aimee and I have had so very many mystical and magical moments.

Blessings to you all. Email me at clo.nancy@sympatico.ca any time. I would love to hear from you.

Warmly, Nancy

Trust the Universe

You know what? I do! Trust the Universe that is. Except, however, when I don't.

I walk around in the "knowing", feeling easy, at peace, one with all that is. And I stub my toe.

Somewhere deep inside, I still have a negative belief that life can not be terrific and glorious ALL of the time. My very cells, the very essence of me forgets what it knew when I started out here.

I've talked before of my very first memory: I no longer know how old I was. Possibly new born, possibly just coming out of the warmth and safety of the womb, possible just a titch older. But not very old at all. And my thought was, "I didn't know I was going to do this again so soon."

I thought about that yesterday. I have a sense that as I age and having faced that black brick wall several months ago while in the emergency room, I am returning to fully feeling as well as believing, what I once knew and forgot. And essentially I think that illusive what I once knew and have forgotten is that ultimately we are all, me included, safe. That sense that we are being looked after just doesn't cut the mustard for me. Feels like somebody with a long white beard is looking down. I don't feel looked after. I feel safe. Like knowing that in the immence rightness of the universe, I too am right.

Hmmmm. No idea where this is going. email me if you have some ideas: clo.nancy@sympatico.ca

Warmly, Nancy

continued----empathy and intuition

Someday I am going to get computers, technology, energy, relationship between me and the energy of the universe, figured out. I was typing along just fine and hit something or other that posted my blog entry and I had only just begun. Maybe the universe was warning me that I had said enough. However, my very own little inner, albeit quiet, angel is telling me it is just fine to continue. Good.

We are all (ALL!) born with the ability to be empathic. We are all born whole, fully alive, creative, little spontaneous creatures who absolutely have the ability to love. Empathy is more than love. It is not self identifying. It is heart and soul felt understanding of another's position. Agreeing is not important. Understanding is. It is connecting spiritually and wisely with the knowing that my friend in the Iranian prison is held captive by people (probably men) who are frightened and have turned their own fear into aggression.

Fear and love. The only two emotions. All comes from fear of love. Empathy is understanding that and getting, that if I lived the life you have life and see the world the way you currently see it, I might very well feel or do the very same thing I am faulting you for doing. Early on, in infancy, most of us loose our ability for empathy because our natural spiritual connection and our original trust that we are safe and loved, has been severed. Our fear of annihilation and our desire for survival is so strong that we cut off connection with other, and focus on survival of self.

This should have titled: Empathy. I don't want to talk about intuition right now. More later.

I have recently learned how difficult and annoying it is to respond to a blog entry. Please email me, it is so much simpler. clo.nancy@sympatico.ca I want to know if I am making any sense and if anybody is reading these entries. Warmly, for now, Nancy Ross

Empathy verses Intuition

Recently while visiting friends I shared that I had been interviewed by a reporter from the Toronto Star on the subject of empathy deficit disorder. The reporter acknowledge that this is not officially a clinical diagnosis. I have a link on my web to an article written in O Magazine about this idea and the reporter told me that Barack Oboma first spoke of it in a speach he made in the mid-west. He said our world suffers from "emapthy deficit disorder."

I agree, absolutely. We have lost our gift of empathy with each other and with the world. If we had known how to empathize, 9/11 would never have happened. War would never happen. Violence would end. We would live in peace and joy and love/kindness.

We then began to share what we saw as the meaning of empathy and asked each other some questions: does everybody have the capacity to empathize? how do we lose the ability/gift if we once had it? how do we get it back? what purpose does it serve? More, but enough for now.