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Lyme Savvy Manuscript Is with the Formatter

Posted on Feb 29, 2016 in Blog |

Four years after I started this book, I have finally sent it to the formatter for pricing and a schedule.  I am beyond excited to get this book out.  Nervous, but excited. So, why am I nervous? Because my heart and soul has gone into this project. Dr. Mozayeni and I have spent countless hours talking, writing, editing, and even negotiating what goes in and what doesn’t. It has been easy for me to send out blog postings of what I think and feel, but I have pretty much kept mum on what Dr. Mozayeni has been thinking.  I want to make sure I have it right.  I have to be sure he is ready to put his words into a published format.  So, some of these chapters, I have been chomping at the bit to publish! I think the Lyme patients will be satisfied and encouraged by this book.  I think Lyme patients will feel validated. And they will find specific suggestions to help them heal. I’ll keep you posted.  Thank you to everyone who has helped me along this journey.  Gratitude abounds. Share...

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I Am From

Posted on Feb 19, 2016 in Blog |

I am from The Source Lover of Light and Laughter I am from dancing and playing Angels and petulant Souls I am from Priests Assigned Sacred Tasks I collect the sacred tears, the profound sadness Offering alms. I am from a groovy, magical, mysterious pink waiting room filled with fresh blossoms and sunlight. I am from vast Grand Canyon abstract landscapes, deep as the suffering in your soul. I am from Blue eyes and Green eyes and Brown eyes. I am from Eyes that see only my Soul and Hearts that love me with all. I am a Channel, a Translator, a part of and sometimes a part from I am Connected and Isolated instantly and eternally I am from what was, what is, what cannot and yet will be. I am from grey Dust, emerald Gems. I write, I sing, I suffer, I wonder, I wander I heal and I return All in Love. Sharon Rainey 2.18.16 Share...

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Posted on Feb 9, 2016 in Blog |

I still believe in all simplicity, that love is the answer to everything for everyone. However, we must love ourselves first and foremost. If we cannot take care of ourselves, we cannot help or connect or love anyone else. Then we must love our families next. They must come before anyone else (except ourselves). We have rings around us that we must honor. And we must pay attention to those rings/circles and figure out who belongs in each circle. The lines can blur sometimes. When we are filled with anger, depression, or resentment, we cannot love. When we feel sorry for ourselves, we cannot love others. We can’t let others love us. Love has to be a free flowing energy that moves easily between people’s souls. Share...

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Power in Making a Choice, Not in Having Control

Posted on Feb 6, 2016 in Blog |

My friend whom I have never met in person, Laurie Foley, entered hospice this week. You know when you talk to someone about something that you have been seeking wisdom for and they just HAVE it? Like it’s no big deal? And you are standing there trying to figure out how the hell to get a piece of it? You know . . . when you want what they have . . . I want Laurie’s heart, her wisdom. My favorite line in here: “I spent many, many, many hours on the Internet scared the crap outta me, and it just made me want more control. But what I learned in the process of all that suffering, through wanting control, was that what felt better was to make a choice. So the power – MY power – lies in making a choice, not in having control.”,%20and%20entitlement%20into%20hope Share...

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Traveling to that In Between Place

Posted on Feb 4, 2016 in Blog |

It takes me awhile to process things. good or bad. I have to pull in and figure out the swirl in my head. The death of Tom Garell, the husband of my friend i never met Kari Garell, and my other friend i never met, Laurie Foley, entering hospice today, has me at “over my limit.” I know death is part of the process. in some ways, but it certainly doesn’t make it any easier for the ones dying or for the ones left behind. I had a “dream” last week about my Aunt Betty – only this dream, i am now convinced, was an experience where my soul traveled and i met her soul somewhere “in between.” I HELD my Aunt Betty. I held her for a long, long hug. I FELT her skin. My fingers trailed from her wrist to her shoulder, feeling her soft skin. We talked. She talked. I listened. I could see my grandparents and my uncle behind her, smiling, filled with joy. I wanted to go closer to see them and touch them as well. She would not let me. Aunt Betty was beautiful, thin, in no pain, not suffering. She was smiling, joyous. She gave me a message and then she said it was time for me to go back. I didn’t want to go back. And when I woke up, I SOBBED all over again. It was as if she had just died all over again. The grief this week has been fresh and raw. I desperately want to go back to where ever it was I went, to that in between place. The experience was incredible. But I am not sure I can take that intensity of grief again. I don’t know what the purpose of all this is. But I know there is one. I know dying is hard work. I know grieving is hard work. I know love prevails over everything. I know my loved ones, even when they are dead, they are with me everywhere I go, with all my thoughts, all my feelings, all my energy. They are here with me now. Being able to TOUCH...

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