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Elizabeth Vierra Hall
They say that we should never look back when trying to heal and move forward with our lives. I beg to differ. Although I completely understand the concept and agree for the most part, I feel that it is imperative that we, occasionally, look back for one specific reason; and that is to see how far we have come on our journey. Looking back on occasion can be uplifting when we feel like our growth is taking us forever, or, we feel stuck and anxious to move forward faster than our present circumstances is allowing.
Keeping a journal as we go through our individual journey of life can be one of the healthiest things we can do for our growth and support. It makes looking back a little easier to experience without wallowing in the past or constantly spinning in our heads. I think the fear of looking back is that we will “vacation” there, which is not healthy. Looking back can always cause us to maybe feel a little sad or depressed, but I feel that if you are hell bent on making some serious changes and growth and go to into it with a positive attitude, looking back on what you’ve learned, how you have chosen to handle it, and how far you’ve come can be such an uplifting and supportive part of your “healthy” journey of life.
Part of our journey is to make sure we have a balance of recognizing our lessons already learned, remembering them for future “tests in life”, and trying to be disciplined to not going back to the way things were while you are growing. Having your accomplishments written down is your own personal support unit that you can have available anytime you need it. Sometimes the best support we can have is reading about where we’ve been, how we gotten through it and compare that person then to where you have come today. Friends, family and counseling can be support to us as well, but not on such a personal growth level as your own story you experience and write yourself. There’s a special feeling of accomplishment when reflecting.
Not everyone is fond of keeping a journal and I must admit, I don’t do so on a regular basis, but what you can do, is jot down in a notebook, your phone, computer or whatever suits your needs, anything that comes to your mind and/or heart that you feel is like an “ah ha!” moment. You may even want to put it in an email and email yourself. Make a folder with your name on it in your email account and keep it all there. Keep your written thoughts somewhere you can refer to when you need a little reassurance. Just try it. You’ll see what I mean.
Everyone’s journey is different; as it should be. Life is tough and seems to be getting tougher these days and while everyone seems to jump in on the madness of this life like kids trying to jump in that jump rope going backwards as we did when we were kids, we tend to struggle through life by just going along with whatever is happening instead of taking time to experience our journey. No one is perfect, not this side of heaven. Everyone has something to learn. Everyone has growing to do. Find what works best for you and live it. Shake things up. Try something new. You just may be surprised.
Have a wonderful journey! Until next time.
by Elizabeth Vierra Hall
Photo by Elizabeth Vierra Hall
A thought to ponder: Is there someone that is absolutely driving you crazy? Annoying you to no end? Feels like it gets worse day after day? You just want to rip your hair out? So what are you doing about it? Have you taken them aside like a good friend (or family member) and talked to them about it? It’s kind of difficult to do, isn’t it? So what’s the alternative? Think about that for a moment or two. If you think about it, most people who annoy you are not doing it on purpose. Chances are they have no idea something they’re doing bothers you. I mean really…who would want to alienate themselves from society? We’re all so different in our thoughts and actions. It would be nice if we could all read each other’s minds (well, to a point maybe) so that we could correct whatever we’re doing “wrong” in that person’s eyes. If it continues to be a problem and you’d like to correct it, maybe set aside a little time and say, in love and friendship, what it is that is driving you so crazy. It will certainly make you feel a lot better and, the other person could certainly learn and grow from it – not to mention they will quit doing whatever it is that frustrates you; at least they will be aware and try THEIR best. Sometimes it’s just their personality or learned habits. If that’s the case, it could be very difficult for them to change no matter how hard they try. Think how they would feel. If not taken care of in an up front and caring way, you could explode and chances are, you could hurt that person beyond a certain point. No, it’s never easy to have those conversations and you probably think you’re saving everyone a lot of hurt by just holding it in, but chances are if you are becoming more frustrated and less patient as time goes on, then it is inevitable that it will not end well. Take a deep breath. Heck, take several deep breaths, think on it a bit, but make that move. Your health will thank you, and in time, so will that other person for helping them grow.
Have a great day!
Timing & Blessings – A “What Just Happened Here?” Experience
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by Elizabeth Vierra Hall (originally written February 25, 2017)
Yesterday, as I was driving down what has been deemed as the nation’s worst highway, the 99. I asked for God’s blessing, and my guardian angel’s (my Mom), to safely get me to and from my destination. My destination was the Barnes & Noble book store in Fresno to attend the book signing of Hanford’s own Tyler Henry. After my quick request for safety from above, I happened to glance at the clock in the car; 11:11. Many people believe that anytime you see same digits, it is a sign from above that your loved one is with you. I happen to see that occurrence a lot lately. An overwhelming heart feeling just squeezed me, then peace. Before I knew it, I was driving up into the parking lot.
My first sight was the line that was starting to wrap around the building, and I was even a little over an hour early. Oh boy, look at the cars in this parking lot! Something tugged at me to quickly look to my right. There it was, front row parking; the only one available in that area. Another sign (blessing). As I exited my car, I could hear something being announced over a speaker about the book signing, but with the constant noise of the parking lot traffic, I couldn’t hear what was being said. Starting to panic a little that I missed an important directive about the event, I quickly walked up to the end of one line and asked the ladies what was just said. They told me it was about the numbered wristbands for the particular lines. What? What wristbands? This is the first I’ve heard of this? One of the ladies looked over to her husband and said, “Get that other wristband out, now I know who I’m supposed to give it to.” The three of them, the lady, her husband and her mother, all looked at each other, then at me, with a look like I missed a joke. I felt like I just walked into the middle of a movie. My head is thinking, “OK, what just happened here?” I asked what the deal was and she told me, “Don’t worry about it.” “Something told me that this extra wrist band I got was for me to give to someone who was going to need it”, and then she winked and said, “It’s all good, don’t worry about it.” Standing in line in amazement, she tells me that there are 8 groups of 50 people each; we are in group 3. She said, “It’s all about timing. You were meant for this.” Timing. I’ve been hearing a lot about that lately.
With one hour left to wait before lines began to move into the store, we discovered how much we had in common, down to the very little things in life that usually one keeps to themselves. We connected. We shared, we laughed; it was such a peaceful, enjoyable blessing. Positivity. Something there doesn’t seem to be enough of lately. She had such an incredible energy about her and yet peace and warmth as well. It felt like…home. A home one doesn’t have, but longs for.
As our group is finally escorted inside the store, I see Tyler sitting at a table with a few people standing around him. His mom, Theresa, was off to the side speaking with a few people. I’ve never met her in person; but we’ve messaged each other several times. Such a lovely woman. I was hoping to get to talk to her. As I stood in line approaching my turn I’m thinking, “I wonder if Tyler will recognize me from the two readings I’ve had back in 2014.” With all the people he’s been in contact with, I didn’t think it was likely. As I am one person away from my turn, Tyler happens to glance up in my directions, sees me, and with that big warm smile, waves to me. What do you know; he remembered. Well, at least recognized my face, so I’m thinking. When it was my turn, he stood up from his chair and gave me a big hug. He asked me how I’ve been and that he thinks about me and my mother. From this point on I can’t remember the exact words in our conversation because I was so surprised that he remembered the reading that was about my mom who passed when I was three years old. Now what does one do? Not wanting to hold up the line, I kept the conversation to thanking and showing support for what he’s doing and for making time for this local venue. “What just happened here?”
Walking away, or should I say floating away, I noticed his mom was having a conversation with someone and I didn’t want to interrupt, so I walked passed to catch up with the kind people I stood in line with. As I walked passed, Theresa touched my arm to get my attention and said…what did she say? I can’t remember. I was still in another realm. First thing she did was give me a big hug. She mentioned that it was so nice to finally meet me and thanked me for supporting Tyler. We talked for a bit, and then took a few pictures together. It felt like family. “What just happened here?”
The thing about all these moments; the clock, the parking space, my wristband friends, Tyler remembering me and my reading, the warmth of his mother…at each moment there was this warm feeling that came over me, like a hug from above. Since January, I’ve been having these moments. They usually bring an emotion of tears, which Theresa saw and then gave me another hug. “What’s happening here?”
I’ve discovered that this is how I am being directed to move. To write. To help others. To, hopefully, bring inspiration. And at that moment it hit me. Something Tyler said to me back on March 18, 2014 on that park bench where I had my first reading. As my reading came to an end, he said I was going to live a long time because he feels that my purpose in this life is to help others. “What just happened here?”
The hardest thing for me has always been not having my mom here on earth as my guidance growing up. It’s supposed to be your foundation. NO ONE can replace your mother; that guidance, love, support. Someone to hug you, love you like ONLY a mother can. That was stripped away from me at 3; never to be replaced. But maybe, just maybe, in a nontraditional sense, she has been trying all along to be there for me. Tyler thinks so, and after that first reading it has opened my eyes, and heart, to another way of connectivity. And so I say to all of you stuck in traditional beliefs, open up your heart and minds. Be aware of the blessings that are happening all around you. Get out of the negativity realm. Break away from the humdrum just for a bit and see what you’ll discover. You just never know what is waiting for you. A chance to grow. A chance to love. A chance to say, “What just happened here?”
A BIG thank you to my wristband friends, Claudia, Claudette and Erin, and to Tyler Henry and his mom Theresa. You were all a part of another “What just happened here?” moment in my life. God Bless You!