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The Best of Staying Awake Ezine 2004

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JANUARY 2004

A Gem for Michele
by Michele Lisenbury Christensen

I was dating this penniless but soulful architecture student. One day, he said, "If I were to ask you to marry me, you'd need a ring, right?" "Well, yeah... but..." He would brook no discussion, saying he wasn't yet asking, as he had no ring. Instead, he took me to Seattle's premiere purveyor of antique jewelry.

We found a ring we loved: platinum with filigree, smaller diamonds around the edges of a beautiful center stone. It was old, gorgeous, and, as we said, "It could only be better if its family history were our own." Kurt, undaunted by the astronomical price tag, quickly sketched the ring on a coffee shop napkin and wrote, "Thank you, God, for this ring or a better one." Visions of diamonds dancing in my eyes, I was nonetheless skeptical of his capacity to garner the funds for this beautiful bauble. He didn't seem worried, however.

That weekend, we went camping. Upon our return, Kurt checked his voicemail. "Honey, it's mom. I know you're planning to ask Michele to marry you. We hoped you would from the first time we met her! I don't know if she likes antique rings, but if you think she might like it, I'd love for you to give her my mother's engagement ring..." When he slipped the ring onto my finger a week later, it wasn't the ring we'd seen, but it looked JUST like the picture Kurt had drawn. The fit was perfect. How could I say no?

Ours has not been a smooth path, but any time my mind questions our union, I think of the student who manifested the exquisite ring, and I remember how richly endowed and infinitely supported we are.

Michele Lisenbury Christensen
Michele@Successmadefun.com
http://www.successmadefun.com
http://www.lisenbury.com
206 729 8497

Dale's Divine Distraction
by Dale Kurow

My mother died last July, very suddenly. She was okay one day and then gone in an instant. I can still picture her sitting there smiling, her eyes sparkling and full of love.

One of Mom’s passions was classical music. She was crazy about Bizet’s Carmen. When she heard the first notes of that piece, her face would light up, and she would become enthralled with the music. To her, it symbolized beauty and the joy of life.

A few days after her death, I was getting ready to go to her memorial service and feeling grief stricken and alone. Looking for something to distract me, I turned on the radio. And there was the music from Carmen. 'Hello Mom,' I said. And I knew she was telling me not to be sad and that she was with me. How grateful I was, and am, for being able to hear her speak to me.

Dale Kurow
dale@dalekurow.com
http://www.dalekurow.com

Roz Gets Grace Plus Some
by Roz Van Meter

Understand, I don't believe some bearded Daddy in the sky fulfills my wishes like Santa. Still … there is Something … there are times …

One day I sat in an antique store, looking at old handkerchiefs, some monogrammed. I thought, "I hope I find one with an R." The last one was embroidered R V M. My exact initials.

I said aloud, "Thank you." A friend later asked me who I thanked. I answered, "I don't know."

On a plane the next day my seatmate was a statistician. I showed him my hanky and told the story. He was amazed. "Even in a warehouse filled with monogrammed hankies, the odds against finding three in that order are astronomical!"

"You're in a state of grace," said my priest friend later.

"I haven't done anything to be in a state of grace FOR."

"Dummy, that's what a state of grace IS."

The magic continued. The next week I visited friends in Virginia, and as we drove into a small town, I said, "I hope I find an old ceiling fan." First shop, no fan. Second shop, closing time, the lady said, "I think there's one stored at home. Why don't you follow me over? I have an ante bellum house with some lovely antiques you'd enjoy. We can have tea."

Pulling up to her house, I said to my friends, "I hope she gives us a memento of our visit." At the time, they thought me a bit presumptuous.

Over tea, our hostess said, "Leroy, go look underneath those vines in the garden and bring what you find." He returned with old octagonal bricks. "When they tore down the courthouse where John Brown was sentenced to die, I bought those bricks. I want you-all each to have one as a memento of your visit."

She also had the antique ceiling fan.

That was years ago. Now the fan is gone, I gave the brick to a collector friend, and I lost the hanky. No matter. Maybe someone named Ruth Virginia Miller found it and exclaimed, "Those are my exact initials!!"

Love,
Roz Van Meter
roz@coachroz.com
http://SexualityCoach.com
214 361 0500

Precious Pennies
anonymous

I walk a lot for exercise / solitude and occasionally I find a coin here and there. I received an e-mail once about pennies being from heaven, and the IN GOD WE TRUST on the coins reminder....

Anyway, I was having a particularly difficult time with my two girls, estranged from them by their choice, and I said a simple prayer if I could just find a coin, I would know that it was a sign that everything was going to be okay. 'Walked my three miles and just a short distance from the house, there lay TWO SHINY PENNIES, side by side!

I never really thought about the concept of "Staying Awake" but you are right. There are things that go on all the time around us that if we would only be more receptive and SLOW DOWN!


FEBRUARY 2004

Cosmic Kava
by David Moorhead

Recently, a friend reminded me of my fascination for cosmology, and gifted me with a CD-rom video of a familiar philosophical lecture series chronicling a story of our universe.

About two hours into the lectures of our cosmic origins, galactic neighborhoods and how we humans fit into it all, what chimed all around me were these (paraphrased) thoughts the physicist spoke:

Our sun, like Earth, is a living conscious organism, capable of pouring joy, that is, pouring super-colossal amounts of cosmic joy into all of creation. Moreover, we humans are capable of receiving joy, and are uniquely designed to gratefully play in the beauty of our magnificent collective creations provided here on Earth.

Those thoughts were like a double orchestra playing Mozart's zingiest and loudest music in my chest! A celebration of my own seemed a good idea, and maybe a fresh brew of kava would do the trick.

Yes! Zipping off to the kitchen, I carefully but hurriedly measured the aromatic brew and powered up the coffee maker. Now, dashing back to the computer, I began listening again to the story of the universe.

Moments later, I heard something unusual. I looked across the universe of my desk to the coffee maker, and what did I see? The luscious coffee was splashing onto the hot plate instead of pouring into the carafe which had been left thirsting on the counter top.

I was suddenly awakened to spring back to the kitchen to put the carafe where it belonged. In that timeless moment, I was the carafe, and had unknowingly created an incident to remind myself that I might do well to put myself back where I urgently belonged -- to catch the pouring joy!

David Moorhead

Carol Rescues Children
by Carol Stromatt

I had just finished a personal growth workshop in which I declared my intention on paper to mend my relationships with several people including my three siblings, with whom my relationship had been a bit rocky in our younger years.

I took my list home and started contacting all the people with whom I wanted to make amends. Each time I got to the sister I felt it would be most difficult to talk with, I would skip her and go to another person.

Finally, there was no one else to call but my siblings. I met with my brother and the meeting went well. I dialed my youngest sister, to whom I was closest, no answer. Nothing left to do but dial my middle sister and get it over with. She picked up the phone, and I froze.

She said, "I'm so glad you called, I had a dream last night. You were injured and I asked the nurse if I could take you home and take care of you. She said yes, and when I picked you up to take you home, you turned into a baby in my arms!"

By then I was crying hard and trying to relate to her a dream I had one week before. I dreamed I was in the house with my mom and there were children in a little house in our backyard crying. As I ran out the back door toward the house, my sister was standing by the door. I said to her, "We've got to rescue the children."

We both agreed we were in the process of "rescuing the children" we were, and bringing them forth with love to the present time. My siblings and I are close now, and especially my middle sister and me. Thank you Spirit for healing dreams!

Carol Stromatt
The Woodlands, Texas

Carol owns and operates a commercial real estate management, leasing and development company with her husband. She travels, and delights in their 4 children and 7 grandchildren, and being with their respective 6 siblings and families.

A Lesson in the Delivery Room
by Agneta Dyck

On January 22, 2004, my first grandchild was born. I was thrilled that my son, Matthew, and his partner, Joanna, had invited me to be present during the labor and delivery.

It was a long and difficult night, but everything progressed well until we came to the moment in the early morning when we knew the baby was ready to slip into our world. What a shock to see a little blue body with the cord wrapped tightly around her neck!

Instead of being handed to her mother, my little granddaughter was rushed to a medical table where oxygen was administered. But there was no reaction. That’s when our wonderful doctor said loudly, “Talk to her! Mommy, daddy, grandma, talk to your little girl. Tell her you want her.”

And so we did. Unable to get close to her, I spoke to her from where I was. “I love you, little girl,” I said. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you and I really want you in my life.” Meanwhile, Matthew was able to push one of his hands through the group around the baby and grab a tiny fist. With his other hand he reached over to take Joanna’s where she was still on the bed. Thus linked, they poured their love into that little girl.

One little gasp, one heave of her chest, and we were ready to cheer. But there was no further movement. “Keep talking to her,” ordered the doctor as she administered more oxygen. And so we spoke our love continually, repeatedly, until finally the baby sputtered, gave a cry and decided she was going to stay with us. What a powerful lesson we learned that day in the power of love!

Agneta Dyck
Agneta@pathways-training.com
http://www.pathways-training.com
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
604 929 0166

Read Agneta's entire newsletter which requires Acrobat Reader here. Agneta has been a recognized management consultant in the human resources field since 1985 and was trained and certified as a Louise Hay Workshop Leader in 2000. She is also a Certified Holistic Health Practitioner and a Reiki Master. Her focus is the wholeness of the individual ­ emotionally and physically.


MARCH 2004

A Banner Moment
by Ginger Cockerham

My wonderful Aunt Virginia died peacefully at 94 last year. Several months after her funeral, my brother and I decided to have a grave side service with just the immediate family.

My Aunt loved animals and would adopt the mangiest most disagreeable pets and transform them into lovable creatures. We wanted to put something memorable on her headstone, so I immediately thought of James Herriot's book, "All Things Bright and Beautiful."

I knew a line from the book was perfect, but I could not remember the exact quote. I jumped in the car headed for Border's Book Store to find the book and the quote. As I drove down Greenville Avenue, I passed an Episcopal Church where a bright purple banner caught my eye. On the banner were the words, "All Creatures Great and Small."

I whipped in at the corner, made a U turn and swung into the driveway of the church. I sat there and read and cried. I honestly could not believe it. I was stunned to see the quote on the banner:

"All Things Bright and Beautiful
All Creatures Great and Small
All things Wise and Wonderful
The Lord God made them all."

I came home, called my brother and told him, "Aunt Virginia REALLY wants this quote on her headstone." It is the perfect tribute to a precious lady.

Ginger Cockerham, Dallas, Texas
ginger@coachginger.com
http://www.coachginger.com
214 342 3346

A Vision Review
by David Moorhead

With you in mind, here I sit at my quiet computer in a quiet home in a quiet neighborhood with the sun warmly smiling on everything in sight. This is peace, I love it, and want it to flourish, everywhere!

For many of us, the heated political scenes in America, as well as all around planet Earth, make for field after field of curiosities. And, just now, my tears flow imagining what some of our global neighbors are experiencing.

From myriad options in the "What's Next?" field, two essential inquiries pop up about this ezine's purpose :::

Are we remembering our innate capabilities?

Are we able to be surprised? I hope you've said, "Yes!"

Our wonder-stories of manifestation remind us readers of who we are ::: spiritual beings boasting human garb. Within a highly seductive, commercialized world that might distract us from who we are by strutting every level of imaginable fear before us plus a plethora of spotlighted deceptive patriarchal practices, the vision for this ezine suggests :::

Our capability for creating is not an illusion.

Our capability for creating comes out of intention, spoken or not.

We want to be surprised by elegantly orchestrated manifestations.

Let's stay attentive to and sense a responsibility for our collective creations as we, in our best socratic form, discover an intention is all anyone is capable of creating out of -- including patriarchs. Let’s create being in a state of staying awake!


January — March, 2004
April — June, 2004
July — September, 2004
October — December, 2004

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what’s being created.
~ David Moorhead