Synchronicity
“Your prayers and questions are being answered by synchronistic events. Notice them in order to increase their flow.”
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Rainbow-Colored Butterflies
I am so fascinated by the many modes of healing. Natural healing appeals to me the most, because it’s obviously the purest method of making whole, which is the origin of the word healing. Research found that the verb to heal derives from the Old English “haelan,” which means “to make whole” and also, “to make well.” So if you have to make something whole, it assumes a piece of it is missing. So, in healing, do we need to find what is missing? How do we do this?
In our western culture, many of us go to the doctor to seek healing when our health is missing. We often leave with a prescription for some type of medicine, aimed to restore our health in some way. Sometimes the medicines work, and we feel better in a short time … but other times, the medicine alone isn’t enough to heal us (and might even harm us), and we must take steps to find other healing modalities that can help restore our health and make us whole.
The healing modalities are numerous. Besides the prescription medications, there are herbal remedies, homeopathic formulations, ayurvedic ingredients, gemstone therapy, psychotherapy, light therapy, frequency healing, sound therapy, flower essences, energy medicine, Reiki, meditation, hydrotherapy, voice therapy, nutritional therapy, chakra healing, and many more. What is important is that you find the healing modality that resonates with you. And this exploration requires you to become an active part of your healing, seeking what you need, what you might be missing to make you healthy, whole and happy.
As even Jesus proclaims in the New Testament (Luke, 4:23), “Physician, heal thyself.”
Living organisms have this power. We have a built-in ability to heal, much like our body heals a cut or wound by forming a scab and closing up and growing new skin. We know, somewhere inside us, how to heal. It is this self-induced healing that really intrigues me.
I’ve read about people healing themselves, through thought and an array of other healing methods. This is an amazing natural power and an ability I believe we all have. Belief in our natural ability to heal is essential to using our ability and healing what ails us.
A radio show I was listening to not long ago described this inborn ability in nature as a rainbow-colored butterfly. The colors of the rainbow all have an order, and meaning, and a butterfly symbolizes transformation, so together, it is a rainbow-colored order that brings about transformation, or change, and healing.
I would like to compile a book of true personal experiences of people’s healing. If you have a story where you healed yourself of a health condition, please, inspire us and share it with us. I will post them all. Sharing our stories of healing is empowering, inspiring and reassuring that we all have the power to heal within us.
In health, flutters happiness. 
Throwing Stones, or The Bird
Consider the middle finger. It’s essential and useful, typing the “i” and the “e” on the keyboard, for just 2 important uses, but we know it has even more power than that!
When the middle finger is held up, and the other fingers are down, adrenaline often surges.
I’m no exception; despite my “Live Aloha” bumper sticker (and attitude, I like to think), when I noticed a middle finger being held up at me by a smug, hiding his face arrogant young guy in the backseat of a passing Beamer with 2 other guys in the front seat, accompanied by a loud incoherent yell at me, I was immediately enraged.
“Gotta f–king problem?!” I shouted at the arrogant bastard as I sped past them holding up my own middle finger. WTF?! There I was just driving along, and boom, a middle finger flashed at me completely flared my emotions. I didn’t recognize the guys; nor do I know of many people who would be pissed at me and give me “the bird.”
It launched me into a contemplation of our reactions and emotions to other people; we can be so affected, or not. Maybe overcoming my natural instinct here to become angry and strike back and letting their stupid action have no affect on me was my lesson there.
Deep sigh. I ruminated over it the entire 16 mile drive to the beach. Sunset.
After the sun set, I attempted to throw the ball to my dog as we walked down the beach (seems my throwing arm could use some improvement)… when I saw this boy, who thankfully, also needed some improvement in his throwing skills.
“That’s mean!” I said to him, twice b/c he (acted like?) he didn’t hear me the first time. The boy, about 16 or so, was throwing stones at seagulls. He almost hit one as I was walking toward him. “Don’t throw rocks at the birds!” I admonished him and his friend, who looked astonished that some random girl with a dog on the beach would correct him. He looked at me and didn’t answer.
His parents, I’m assuming, were a few steps beyond him, and as I took a few more steps, the dad raised his eyebrows and lifted his head toward me. “Do you think it’s okay for him to be throwing rocks at the birds?” I asked him.
“He didn’t hit the birds,” he answered.
“Well he almost did, and he tried,” I insisted. “It’s not cool. I don’t understand why you guys would come to enjoy the beach and throw stones at the birds. It’s just not cool,” I said, tugging on my dog’s leash and grabbing her ball that she had dropped in front of the dad, oblivious to the exchange I guess.
I walked on, shaking my head. Well, at least nobody got hurt. The bird flew away, and I too will learn to rise above throwing stones… 
the lessons of a bird.
Good Things Come
I get so busy. I finally took my pup for a walk on the trails we love after more than a couple weeks… it felt so wonderful to be out in nature, unwinding and walking. When we got to the water dish (left out so generously by the state park personnel), which is our hike’s halfway point, I decided to sit down and rest in the shade for a few minutes.
It’s in these times of rest and still relaxation that things often come to us. Hence the saying, “the fruits of idleness are more important than the fruits of labor.”
Idylness… as in Idyllic.
I have never had this happen to me before! At first I wondered if the butterfly was sick b/c it was acting so out of the ordinary… crawling up my leg and all! But as soon as I reached out to “help” it, it withdrew, then sat for a while, flapping its wings while on the ground. Then, it took off, flying into the beautiful garden next to us.
Good things come to those who wait, or in my case, rest. 
And then we can fly!
Tuning In
On a recent visit to the California Academy of Science, I was amazed by the animals, not only because they are exotic, rare and beautiful, but because they seemed to be watching us as much as we were gazing at them.
They seemed to be interested in us too, which is surprising to me as I’d never noticed how the animals interacted with the people staring at them through the glass before. Looking at us, they seemed to communicate and pay attention, maybe even feeling awe at the beautiful humans looking at them.
I first had the thought when this ancient-looking eel noticed me staring intently at it and started coming out of his hole in the rock to get a better look, or allow me to see him (her?) better. He (feels like a him) came all the way out of his hole, then went back in and stuck his head out again. 
Then the frogs made direct eye contact. 
As did the fish:
The rattlesnake was more active than any I’ve ever encountered (thank God glass separated us!). As we approached its enclosure, he came toward the glass and waved his head around in front of us! Wow! Very exciting to see the way snakes move quickly and how they are able to sling their triangle-shaped heads around. 
Just when I thought I might be imagining all of these animals communicating with me, I stepped between a man and a gila monster to dodge the crowd. “Excuse me,” I said to the man, wearing a hat and holding a cane. “I didn’t mean to step in front of you.”
He smiled at me. “He’s looking at you,” he told me, pointing toward the gila monster who had walked across his habitat and was moving his head back and forth in my direction. Confirmation by the man with the white hair and sweet smile.
“I know! I’m like, ‘wow, scary!'” Smiling too, I walked on, eager to communicate with each one of the creatures, wanting to see them all (much to my teenage son’s chagrin!).
Tuning in reveals even more of nature’s awes!
Puppy Love
Animal companions add so much to our lives. My dog Ginger is such a blessing in so many ways. She is always happy to see me, hugging me when I get home, and same with the kids. Whenever she sees anyone she knows, she gets so excited and welcomes them with such pure joy.
You can’t not smile around her. Dogs are constant companions, forever loyal, loving and protective too.
Ginger is our first alert; deterring any kind of evil from entering our home.
She also gets me out to exercise ~ we love our hikes! Dogs are truly (wo)man’s best friend. Loyal, loving, protective, playful and perfect. Psychic too.
The connection and understanding is amazing. I told Ginger today to “fix her leash” and she lifted first one leg, then the other to untangle her leash; she truly understands.
The link between humans and animals is a natural wonder I am so grateful to experience. Dog is God spelled backwards, after all.
Did I mention she’s part human too? Connection…
Wading Time
Taking the time to wade in this beautiful mountain stream and pool was the highlight of our day today. How wonderful to enjoy nature’s wonders. The soothing sounds of the river sing to any of us close enough to hear, nature’s melody loud and clear. Immersing in nature’s streams brings us deeper benefits than the simply refreshing pleasure of sinking our feet in the soft silty sand under the water and speaks to our souls in the language spoken only by the healing power of nature. Wade!
Can
The other day my daughter requested tomato soup for dinner, making me so happy because I’ve been making a conscious effort to eat healthier and I see it’s influencing her too. We’ve been loving shopping the farmers’ markets and eating the delicious, locally grown, organic produce. Last trip we got blood oranges, turnips and beets … and we’ve been feeling so good and healthy eating this nutritious natural food.
With so much natural abundance, I wonder why GMO foods are even in existence. Most of us know that GMO stands for genetically modified organisms. (Un)Certain people have decided to change the natural makeup of food because it extends the shelf life of the food and also makes it resistant to certain bugs that eat the food (thus allowing these people to mass produce food and make more money). This perversion of nature’s perfect creations distorts the perfect natural order, producing seeds that are sterile and causing our internal organs to shrink and we’ll see what else if we don’t stop it now.
When we realize that we are what we eat, we should know what we are eating. When people inject foreign substances into foods and change nature’s recipe for vegetables and fruits, they are messing with mother nature. They are robbing us of the life force and pure natural energy we are supposed to get from eating natural, healthy food.
And they don’t want us to know.
“People wouldn’t understand,” is the stated reason for GMO manufacturers not telling us which foods they have genetically modified. The bulk of the food sold at grocery stores has been genetically modified in some way. Since the manufacturers won’t label their products they modify, I was so thrilled to read on the tomato soup cans, “No GMOS – No Bioengineered ingredients” and “Made with no genetically engineered ingredients.”
Foods labeled organic are also free of GMO ingredients. So, buying products that label proactively like this will encourage more companies to do this and sends a message that we want natural foods. Spending our money is one way we vote. It’s a natural choice. Buy local, organic and say no to GMO … and tell your family and friends too. We are powerful and our power multiplies as we unite.
We CAN do it!
A Better Truth
As I beat myself up over falling into similar patterns that I’ve been shown over and over again don’t work, I’m reminded by one of my writing mentors, that “recklessly making mistakes — in writing or in life” helps us find our “true self.”
“And why find it?” Brenda Ueland asks, in her inspiring book, If You Want to Write. As she explains, your true self is “your immortal soul and the life of the Spirit, and if we can only free it and respect it and not run it down” (or let others run us down), “and let it move and work, it is the way to be happier and greater,” which we all want to be.
When we tap into our “creative power” in our life experiences and do what gives us that “spring of happy energy,” we discover a fountain of joy that feeds our souls. And life is a continuous journey to our true selves, as Ms. Ueland so eloquently put it: “the true self is always in motion like music, a river of life, changing, moving, failing, suffering, learning, shining. That is why you must freely and recklessly make new mistakes — and do not fret about them but pass on and write more.”
We live and learn, so “what is true to you today may not be true at all tomorrow, because you see a better truth.” Perfectly natural.
We are all being led to our own better truths… live, make mistakes and keep moving toward your center.
NaturaLawes 