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"Sometimes those who spend time in the darkest pits are blessed with finding the brightest sources of light...and beauty amongst the shadows."

You will find here a variety of readings, and I value your comments. It is my hope that you will enjoy your time here and leave refreshed.
Meanwhile...enjoy the shade. Blessings...Lorrie P.

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

You taught me to breathe...

You taught me to breathe under water
Through blood red windowpanes of agony
Illusions faded and reality blossomed
Clouds of blue on grey skies, reversal of primal truth
Freedom for constriction...
Strength for inability...
Power for helplessness...
Warring peace, a Soul's dichotomy.
Tethered to solid vapors, never more safe
Moving through sand, pushing the mountains
He was right: they move at soft command
My chest rises and falls, thoughts roll not race
Light pushes darkness away, forming space inside me
Loving comes easily, no need for heart-shaped bandages
Sweet provision of life I crave, though not air
Living is sweet, not a burden
Sleep comes without threat...
Dreams are sought, not feared...
Waking brings no doomsday premonition...
Lost things are best released, even precious baby dolphins
The sun stilll rises and ageless boulders sing of peace...
...since you taught me to breathe under water.


Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Transformitive Power of Gratitude


If you google “Prosperity Coach,” I’m at or near the top of the first page. Damn, I must be really good, right!? But I didn’t become a Prosperity Coach/Financial Healer because I have always been (or am even now) brilliant with money and overflowing with oodles of it.

True confessions: I have my “tight” months. I have consumer debt (again.) Once a real estate investor with four properties, I recently had to sell one on a “short sale” and even lost a house to foreclosure in the recent market crash.

Once “riding high,” with a healthy net worth and a sense of financial indestructibility (not unlike a teenager who doesn’t believe that their luck will ever change), my luck did indeed change – dramatically. Perhaps God and the angels were saying, “We hear you want to help people who are financially stressed experience the reality of abundance… Are you SURE? Because we have a training program for that… but it might not be what you think!”

Sure enough, ten years after my divorce, when I thought I had this “money thing” all figured out, everything that could happen, did.

My boyfriend changed his mind about living with me… right after I bought a house I couldn’t afford by myself. The economy crashed as I launched my business, which meant my assets (mostly in real estate) vanished. My daughter badly fractured her foot the same summer my father almost died. Then came my own health challenges… viruses, pneumonia, colitis, infections, and anemia. Some days, I didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed. (As a self-employed breadwinner, this was not a recipe for prosperity….)

But somehow, in the middle of it all, a profound peace came upon me. I had found my center in the eye of the storm, and I knew that I would be - that I was – “okay.” I stopped responding to outside indicators as if could dictate my worth and happiness, and I discovered an inner abundance that I had not even realized was there.

I went back to the basics: prayer, meditation, and gratitude journaling. I focused on what I wanted, and took steps towards it, however small. I made self-care a top priority, and I learned to receive as well as give.

About the same time, a friend was going through her own personal holocaust in a California prison. In a nightmarish chain of events, her baby had passed away, and after telling the paramedics she had given him small doses of antihistamines to relieve his congestion, she was charged with first-degree murder and held in custody on one million dollars bail.

Although the first-degree murder charges didn’t stick, her life was a living hell for two years. Still mourning the loss of her son, she proceeded to lose her freedom, her home, her reputation, her belongings (liquidated for legal costs), custody of her daughter, and eventually, her marriage.

During this time, we talked as regularly as possible by phone. She was always glad to connect to somebody “on the outside,” but I felt at a total loss of words. I was a newly certified “life coach,” but it didn’t seem like all the coaching in the world could help.

And yet, one day, I found myself challenging her to look around and find something (maybe just one little thing?) to be grateful for. Yes, her challenges were greater than I could even imagine, but still… I hoped - almost ashamed at myself for suggesting it, fearing I might be wrong - there must be a hint of sunshine somewhere.

In the following weeks and months, letters from prison started arriving with gratitude lists. She was grateful when she could afford a little Lipton tea to enjoy in her cell. She was grateful when the light bulbs that were never turned off dimmed at night. She was grateful for envelopes, stamps, and tiny “golf pencils” to write with. She was grateful for her one small blanket. And when a nighttime fire alarm brought her to the yard, and she saw stars for the first time in many months, she called me with tears of gratitude for the beauty of the night sky.

I recently came across one of her old letters, and it reminded me of the necessity of always recognizing “the good stuff,” yes, during the hard times, but at all times. In a culture addicted to complaints and always seeking “more, more, MORE,” it is a transformative action to habitually declare the good we are experiencing each and every day.

Today, I am grateful for a new home that meets my needs perfectly. I am grateful for my daughter. I am grateful for the taste of yoghurt, text messages from my new boyfriend, a small summer electric bill, and a client’s breakthrough. I’m grateful that my friend is no longer in prison, but is on a sailboat adventure in the Pacific Ocean right now. And most of all, I’m grateful for gratitude, that miraculous little mind-shift that has the power to change absolutely everything.


Kate Phillips of Total Wealth Coaching helps people go from frustrated, fearful, and freaked out about money (feel free to add your own “F word” as it applies to money) to wealthy, worthy and wise. You can find her at http://TotalWealthCoaching.com




Friday, November 4, 2011

Operation Iraq - Afghanistan

www.operationiraq.org


Calling all Christmas elves, concerned citizens, and otherwise cool people who would just love to help!

“Bringing the Spirit of Christmas to the families of our real American Heroes on the frontlines.”

Operation Iraq-Afghanistan is excited to support the families of our American Heroes here on the homefront! 
Our authorities in Washington DC blessed us with the good news of a downsized presence in Afghanistan as well as a real surplus of packages received on the frontlines last year.  We are excited at the opportunity to focus on the families here at home with the emphasis on bringing “The Spirit of Christmas” to the children.
We will unite for our 9th year and touch the hearts of our children here at home by filling thousands of Christmas Stockings for our very special military families.  We all know they deserve nothing less than the very best from us.  We are looking to collect Christmas stockings,  toys, games and more for the ages infants thru 18 years of age.

How You Can Help

We will be packing up our heartfelt Christmas Stockings November 18th at 6:00p.m. daily at the Totem Commercial Center located at 12700 NE 124th St, Suite #8 in Kirkland, WA. We will have an Operation Iraq-Afghanistan banner across the front of the building so that you can easily find us. Please make all efforts to car pool with others as we want to take full advantage of space available for parking and keep everyone safe. If you would like to volunteer to help pack, bring a few Christmas stockings and join us at 6:00pm. Email us to let us know how many are in your group.  Thank you!

Here are some ways you can support Operation Iraq-Afghanistan: The Spirit of Christmas:
  • Send an email to family and friends, letting them know this is your charity of choice for the Christmas season.
  • Volunteer to help fill Christmas Stockings.
  • Volunteer to write thank you notes on greeting cards included in the care packages.
  • Make a donation using PayPal by clicking the “Donate” button in the left-hand column.
  • Help procure merchandise (“wish list” items, holiday greeting cards, artwork by kids, etc.).
  • Donate beverages and/or snacks for the volunteer packers and work crews.
  • Add our link to your website (www.OperationIraq.org).
  • Distribute or display mini-posters in storefront windows, churches, clubs and organizations that you are involved with.
  • Contact your favorite radio or tv news station aware of our project and invite them to join in the fun!
  • Ask your church, club or favorite organization to get involved in collecting items needed for these special Christmas Stockings to bring the “Spirit of Christmas” to the families of our military here at home.
Operation Iraq-Afghanistan: The Spirit of Christmas
PO Box 646
Kirkland, WA 98083
Phone: (425) 885-0796


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Adam and Eve...another perspective


We have all heard the story…the big bad serpent came along and deceived Eve, and she ate of the forbidden fruit. As if that weren’t bad enough, she then gave the fruit to Adam, who also ate. As a result, they were both banished from the garden of Eden, and the entire human race after them was plunged into the black pit of imperfection. Sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it? But there is a catch: the Biblical story tells us that Eve was deceived. She was tricked, manipulated if you will, into an act of disobedience. Adam then came along and ate also, but without the element of deception. Eve did not have to deceive him as the serpent did to her, she simply handed him the fruit and he ate it seemingly without protest. The question that begs to be asked is clear: “Why did Adam choose to do such a destructive thing?” He could have walked away…he could have told Eve to stay away from him as he did not want to join her in her folly…he could have just high-tailed it the other direction and let God deal with Eve with no input from his side….but he didn’t. He ate. In so doing, he joined her on the path to death.

Why?

I believe there are many reasons for Adam’s actions, but they all boil down to one basic theme. He loved her. Completely and without limits, no holds barred. He loved her with every fiber of his being and his actions portray a greater lesson of devotion than had ever been witnessed. Many people say they love someone…but do they? When the chips are down and the buffalo is standing there in the field empty, is that person who professes such love really still there through thick and thin, through every storm, through every sickness…through death itself, if need be? Rarely. It seems to be the pattern of humans to nurture an invisible line within their hearts that they will indeed refuse to cross, even for the one they profess to so deeply cherish. Adam had no such line. When the time came for him to lay it all down in order to stand with his woman through the mysterious darkness of death, he stepped up to the plate, took the bat…and swung.

Sin is a destructive force. It is an archery term that simply means “missing the mark”. It doesn’t matter how far off from the bull’s eye an arrow may land…any variance is imperfection, termed a “sin”.  Before such imperfection’s entry into the world, the garden was a beautiful place free of pain, death, hatred, fear, all the common negatives now associated with life on planet earth. Existence was idyllic, peaceful, pure and lovely. There was no sin scarring the face of the garden, the animals, the towering trees or dainty flower blooms…or Adam’s beautiful bride. Eve was pure in her heart, and likely beautiful of form…there is no reason to suspect God would have made her flawed. Knowing this, let’s imagine the scene when Adam sees the effect on Eve of her disobedience. Was there an immediate change? A visible shift, however mild, in her appearance or her demeanor? Did fear flutter through her eyes as she realized what she had done? Did her physical body weaken in any apparent way, or did shame become evident on her face? Probably all of these things occurred, and more. The woman God fashioned from Adam’s own rib stood before him marred for the first time in human existence…no longer perfect, no longer pure, knowing pain for the first time. What did Adam see?

I believe that what Adam saw was his lovely bride fading before his very eyes. However slight the changes were, he noticed the effects of sin insidiously weaving darkness through her being. It was no mystery, he knew what God’s command had been and he knew what the result would be of Eve’s disobedience. He had never experienced death, but I am sure that God would have been clear as to the horrific nature of it in order to impress upon Adam the importance of obedience. Adam knew it was too late to undo Eve’s actions…her future was clear. Death would come to her. In that moment, he made a choice.  He chose to stand with her no matter what, to be her protector, to never leave her to suffer alone. He ate the fruit, sealing his own fate as well. He chose his own death rather than allowing his bride to suffer alone.

“Now, wait just a minute”, you might say. “We don’t know what really went through Adam’s mind, it may be that he simply used poor judgment or was brazenly disobedient just because the fruit seemed appealing”, you could argue, and you might be right. But that would mean that Adam was either willfully rebellious all of a sudden, or that he was an absolute idiot who didn’t know how to think. Neither seems very likely, as he had resided in peace in the garden and would have had no reason to act as he did were it not for Eve’s actions preceding his own.  My belief is that Adam was neither rebellious, nor inept. Rather, he was enmeshed in the definition of true unity with his bride. She was indeed flesh of his flesh and bone of his bone. They were one. He could no more allow her to die alone apart from him than transform himself into an orange elephant. In his eyes he would have had only one choice: to remain at her side, bound to love her through whatever would now come.

Spartan warriors would have readily understood such a concept. They were raised from their mother’s knee to become men of battle, men who could face an adversary and focus on the goal of victory for the entire army, holding his own personal safety in a secondary position. Spartans were known for their valor and their unshakable dedication to protecting their land and their families…and their fellow soldiers. Their training included an exercise wherein two men were tied together back to back and then defended each other from outside attackers. There were several points to this exercise. One was to develop trust in their fellow soldiers even if they could not see them. A Spartan warrior knew that his brothers in arms would defend him to the death, would watch his vulnerable areas and “cover his back” as it were. Another point was to develop the idea that the battle was never within ranks. Soldiers did not fight each other; they stood united against whatever enemy approached. A warrior’s weapons were meant for slaying the enemy; they were never intended to be turned against a fellow soldier. The third point of such training was a very simple concept: No retreat. A Spartan soldier’s life embraced certain unchangeable elements: Train for battle. Engage and defeat the enemy when attacked. Never run. Never abandon the defense of your land, your people, and your fellow soldiers. Never leave those who are depending on you unprotected. These were non-negotiable standards that governed the life of a Spartan warrior.

So, back to Adam. Definitely no Spartan…or was he? In many respects, he bore the weight of Eve’s sin even more heavily because it was not his own. He was supposed to have protected her…he should have “had her back” when the serpent began its stealthy attack of deception. Instead, Eve somehow had time and space to engage the enemy on her own without the safety of a fellow soldier guarding her back…and she blew it. Adam no doubt felt some level of responsibility for having not been quicker on the draw, but nonetheless the damage was already done. So now what? Adam couldn’t save Eve from her folly, he could only watch as she handed the fruit out to him. Was there a plea in her eyes in that simple act? Did she too know that she would soon be torn from her beloved’s side to endure the horrible thing called “death”? Was there a moment of imploring Adam to help her somehow? We can’t know for sure, but one thing the story does tell us is that Adam ate. I imagine the tears rolling from her eyes as she watched him take that fateful bite…perhaps knowing that her man was by that very act destroying himself alongside her and joining her on the path to whatever their doom would entail. Together. She stumbled unwisely onto a sword that forever changed her course…he chose death by the same sword still bathed in her blood, simply because her own wound was mortal…he knew she could never recover.

He simply would not leave her to suffer alone.

On another note, perhaps it was not only Eve’s suffering alone that Adam was worried about. Perhaps he preferred death with her to remaining in the garden without her. Sometimes the thought of the person we love leaving us is more than we can bear, even when circumstances are dire. So while Adam may very well have been acting with steadfast devotion, he may also have had just a shred of personal agenda at work. He may have looked around the garden and thought, “This just won’t be Paradise without her here”, and that thought alone may have held more pain than his human heart could handle.

Of course, all we can really know for sure is what the story says…and it leaves much to conjecture. There are many possibilities of what may have occurred, the thoughts that may have run through Adam’s mind, the confusion or rebellion in Eve’s heart. We may never know the whole truth. But of one thing I am certain: we too, like Adam, have choices. I choose to believe that the human heart really can possess a spirit so devoted to another that even death is not enough to sever their bond.  I choose to believe that the heart of a Spartan warrior truly does beat within the chest of a man. I choose to believe in the good, and in the existence of a love as powerful as Adam’s.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Friday June 17, 2011
Fitness Goal Day 3...
All right, I'll admit it...today's ride hurt at the end. Perhaps it was the distance increase I convinced myself I could accomplish (Rode a total of 30.2 miles, a 1.7 mile increase over yesterday's ride), or maybe it had something to do with a slightly wonky eating schedule as I adjusted meal times yesterday...probably a combination of both. Nonetheless, I was happy to be done and my legs will definitely need a walk later this evening!
Knowing I burned off 1,690 calories sure rocks my little world, though!
Under the advice of someone far more knowledgeable than I on these matters, I will rest some this weekend...though I am quite certain I will still do SOMETHING, I do see the benefit of allowing the body time to rest and recover when it is being pushed hard on a regular basis.

“The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.” ~Amelia Earhart

Fitness goal day 2...

Thursday June 16, 2011
Well, today was a great day! The bike ride felt good for the most part, and the cool-down walk afterward was a relief.
Here's how it played out:
~Burned 375 calories by the 30 minute mark
~Burned 775 calories by the 60 minute mark.
~Burned 1,000 calories by the 80 minute mark, shaving off 4 minutes from my earlier goal.
~Rode a total distance of 28.5 miles
~Burned a total of 1,605 calories!

I think the daily pushups are helping, as my obliques are not hurting so badly at the end of each bike ride. Yay!!

Thanks to my Personal Fitness Guru who has helped me work out my food intake and scheduling of meals around certain times that I ordinarily fast. Working out hard the day after an almost total fast is draining, but I think the new plan we worked out is going to keep me comfortable even on/after those days of extremely low calorie intake.

As a side note, I have also noticed that I am sleeping more. I have typically slept no more than four, maybe five hours a night at the most for many years, but recently I have noticed that I am sleeping more hours and more deeply than I have previously. The last two nights I slept seven hours a night, which is quite unusual for me. Good changes!

A few words of inspiration from a movie I liked..."Enough". It is the story of a woman who fought back...who took charge of protecting herself...who grew into a woman of strength and courage...who refused to accept defeat. A little different context than my own current challenges and goals...but in many ways not so different at all. This exchange occurs during one of her training sessions:

Trainer: "So, how do you win? How?"
Slim: "I attack."
Trainer: "And what do you do after you attack?"
Slim: "Nothing."
Trainer: "Why nothing?"
Slim: "I never stop attacking."
So, I'm taking these words with me into Friday, with that attitude in mind: Go forward. Do something, no matter what, to achieve my goals today. Press closer to that finish line I have stretched in front of myself. Reach further, push harder, require of myself that which I know I am capable of...and NEVER STOP ATTACKING.

With 4.5 more pounds gone, and the need to wear a belt to keep my jeans from falling down, I am looking forward to every bit of forward progress! Blessings to everyone, and may YOU all reach YOUR goals, too!
‎"Be brave. You are the only thing you can control. Really. 
So focus on what you can do, what you need to do, 
to move yourself forward."