Birthday

On this St. Patty's Day, my birthday, I want to talk about how much i love it here on Earth.  I love the way the sun comes in our windows of our houses.  I love how we spend all of this time and energy creating our huts that we live in.  I love how we plant little seeds in our yards that shoot up into things that we can eat.  I love this clear liquid that flows throughout the Earth--and how we pour it into our bodies.  I love how people post on FB that they are pregnant and then the next thing we know, the newsfeed is sprinkled with photos of these tiny beings blinking at us.  And most of all, i love how precious the time is here because it does not last.
I am mesmerized by how one minute we are here and the next, floating away, a spirit into the light...Spirit Guides and Angels catching us and leading us across to layers upon layers of colors--planes of learning, healing and reunion.
It is my prayer today, on my 46th birthday, that i develop a deeper awareness of the moment that i am in, recognizing that this exact scene will never happen again.  I give thanks for the unforgettable sensations here on Earth of swimming in water like a mermaid, feeling the rubbery softness of big red gerber daisies, sinking my hands into the thick black fur of my dog, and hugging my daughters goodnight and goodbye.  I feel so lucky.  Happy Saint Patrick's Day.

Let's Talk about Wrinkles

I want to have a sincere talk with my generation.  When some of you make your faces too big and round for your body with Botox, stretch the skin back with face lifts, fatten your lips like a duck, and remove half of your eyelids, are you saying that you don't like my wrinkles and my skin? or that you just don't like yours?  Because, i love love love the spirit that i see in my face.  When i look in the mirror, my face says to me, "Ariel, you have lived, you lovely, strange, magical spirit.  You are passing through time.  You are on a miraculous journey."  I am not afraid.
You do realize that as you guys inject your faces, that you are going to make me really stand out, don't you?  In ten years, when i have gorgeous white hair and expressive lines, most of my friends are going to have smooth, puffy faces that feel squishy to the touch.  If we don't love our own faces, who will?
Even with the face work, if you don't love your face, energetically, we can still sense that.  And then we join you in that energy of un-love and criticism because that's how energy works. We are all feeling what each other is feeling because our energy fields overlap when we are together.  All the Botox in the world, won't make us love your face.  I love the look of depth and sorrow in your eyes.  I love the way the lines around your mouth show me your strength and your pain.  If i can't tell how old you are, i don't know whether to respect you or treat you like you don't know anything yet.  I challenge you to show me your inner beauty. I challenge you to be authentically you from within.  Show me your wisdom.  Show me your powerful soul.
But, if you don't want to join me, that's fine too, because then you inadvertently just give me a unique and special look.  Children will stare at me and wonder, why is she wrinkled like a strong tree?  And they will trust me, because they will be able to read my expression.  I will be an example of deep self love.  I will show them how to be unafraid of our destiny.    

Magical Moments

Speaking of hawks....One morning last month, i was writing by the wood stove in my living room and decided to stand up and move to the dining room.  As i set my iPad down on the table, i happened to look up through a window and see a big thing drop to the ground across the street.  I went to the front window and saw a hawk on the sidewalk with what looked like a broken wing.  The hawk was tripping on the open, bent wing and trying to fly, but could just coast a few feet down the sidewalk.  I did a long distance healing on the hawk from the window.  Within minutes, it folded it's wings neatly and flew away.  

Wonderful Wonders

Last month, a woman was on my table and i prayed silently that there would be a strong sign for her so that she would feel that she is not alone, but that God is with her.  Near the end of her healing session, i looked up and there was a large hawk in the pine tree by the window.  Yesterday, during the first part of a man's healing session, i was telling him the story of the hawk.   About 15 minutes into his healing, the hawk, showed up again in the tree!