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  • Embracing the Flow: Living in Harmony with the Universe

    Hey there, fellow seekers of inner peace and spiritual alignment! Today, I wanted to share some musings on the concept of living in process and its profound connection to our existence within the universe.

    Have you ever paused to consider how much of our lives are dictated by the relentless pursuit of control and security? It’s a rat race we’ve all found ourselves in at some point or another. We get caught up in the whirlwind of our daily routines, our jobs, our responsibilities, and somewhere along the way, we lose touch with the very essence of our being—the living process that intertwines with the universe.

    It’s as if our busy lives act as a barrier, separating us from our spirituality and faith. We’re constantly bombarded with messages telling us that we need to be in control, that we must secure our futures at all costs. But in this quest for stability, we inadvertently distance ourselves from the natural ebb and flow of existence.

    Think about it. We expend so much energy trying to make our lives static, to keep things exactly as they are, that we forget to embrace the dynamic nature of the universe. We resist change, fearing the unknown, instead of embracing the beauty of each moment as it unfolds.

    But what if we shifted our perspective? What if we surrendered to the flow of life, trusting in the inherent wisdom of the universe? When we tune in and participate fully in our own process, we find that living becomes infinitely easier. We become attuned to the rhythm of existence, dancing gracefully with the ever-changing currents of life.

    For me, personally, connecting with my process means connecting with the very heartbeat of the universe. It’s a profound sense of oneness, a recognition that we are all threads in the intricate tapestry of existence.

    So, my fellow journeyers, let’s strive to release the shackles of control and embrace the flow. Let’s relinquish our grip on certainty and instead surrender to the unfolding mystery of life. In doing so, we may just discover that living in harmony with the universe is the most natural state of being.

    Until next time, may you find peace in the process.

    With love and light,
    Dana

  • Navigating the Parenting Community: A Return to High School Dynamics?

    Entering the realm of parenthood often brings about a sense of camaraderie and mutual support among individuals facing similar challenges and joys. However, for many, the parent community can sometimes resemble a flashback to the social hierarchies and cliques of high school. The parallels are striking – the pressure to conform, the judgment based on superficial factors, and the exclusion of those who don’t fit the mold.

    In this modern era of parenting, where choices about everything from diapering to vaccination to career paths are scrutinized and debated, it’s easy to see how these divisions can arise. The “mommy wars” of yesteryears, which pitted mothers against each other over parenting philosophies, seem to have evolved into a more nuanced landscape, where not only parenting choices but also personal identities and ideologies come into play.

    The parent community, like any social group, can be prone to forming cliques based on perceived notions of coolness, wokeness, or conformity to certain standards. Whether it’s dressing a certain way, being part of the right social circles, or espousing the “correct” beliefs, individuals who deviate from these norms may find themselves on the receiving end of exclusion and ostracism.

    The pressure to prioritize one’s own child above all else can also contribute to this sense of division. While it’s natural for parents to want the best for their children, this shouldn’t come at the expense of empathy and solidarity with other parents. Viewing parenthood as a competition, where one must outdo others in terms of achievements or adherence to certain standards, only serves to reinforce these harmful dynamics reminiscent of high school cliques.

    At school drop-offs and pick-ups, instead of fostering a sense of community and support, some parents find themselves facing cold shoulders and judgmental glances. The fear of not measuring up to the expectations of the perceived “cool kids” can create a toxic atmosphere where authenticity and vulnerability are discouraged.

    But it doesn’t have to be this way. Parenthood is a journey filled with both struggles and triumphs, and no one has all the answers. Embracing diversity of thought and experience within the parent community can enrich everyone’s journey and foster a sense of belonging for all.

    Rather than succumbing to the pressures of conformity and competition, we should strive to cultivate empathy, understanding, and inclusivity. We must recognize that each parent is navigating their own unique challenges and celebrating their own victories, and there is no one-size-fits-all approach to parenting.

    Let’s break free from the shackles of high school-esque social dynamics and embrace a more compassionate and supportive parent community. After all, the only true loss is perpetuating a cycle of bullying and exclusion into adulthood, leaving behind a legacy of regret instead of connection. Let’s choose understanding over judgment, empathy over exclusion, and solidarity over division. Because in the end, we’re all just trying to do our best for our children and ourselves.

  • Leap Day

    On Leap Day’s dawn, time takes a twist,
    A bonus day, not to be missed.
    A day that sneaks, then swiftly goes,
    A secret that only the calendar knows.

    It’s like a wink from Father Time,
    A moment to savor, a moment sublime.
    We leap ahead, we don’t conform,
    Embracing this day, a break from the norm.

    A day for daring, for bold pursuits,
    To chase your dreams, to follow new routes.
    For on this day, when time’s a-fiddle,
    The world seems ripe for a daring riddle.

    Leap into action, with courage and flair,
    Make your mark, if you dare to dare.
    For Leap Day whispers, with a playful jest,
    “Seize the moment, and be your best!”

  • Why God Gave Us Dogs

    In the tapestry of life, a thread divine,
    God wove a creature, pure and kind,
    With eyes that gleam with loyalty’s flame,
    And hearts that beat without a claim.

    In gardens green and fields of gold,
    God fashioned dogs, a joy untold.
    With fur that whispers tales of grace,
    And paws that guide in any chase.

    Why did the Creator bestow this gift?
    A question pondered, spirits lift.
    For in these beings, a lesson dwells,
    A truth that in our hearts swells.

    For in their bark, a song of love,
    Sent from the heavens, from above.
    In every wag of tail and playful leap,
    God’s laughter echoes, soft and deep.

    They teach us patience, teach us care,
    With every moment that we share.
    In their eyes, reflections of our souls,
    Guiding us towards life’s goals.

    With gentle nudges and joyful barks,
    They lead us through the darkest arcs.
    Through trials, troubles, and moments bleak,
    They’re the comfort that we seek.

    So, why did God give us dogs, you see?
    To show us how to love unconditionally.
    In their presence, we find solace and peace,
    A bond that time can never cease.

    So let us cherish these angels on Earth,
    Gifts of love, of infinite worth.
    For in their presence, we find divine,
    A glimpse of God’s own design.

  • Embracing Vulnerability: A Path to Authentic Connection

    Vulnerability, often perceived as a weakness, is paradoxically one of the greatest sources of strength and genuine connection. It’s the raw honesty of showing our true selves, imperfections and all, to others. However, many find it challenging to make space for vulnerability in their lives. Here’s how you can begin to cultivate it and foster deeper connections with the people you long to share it with.

    1. Understand the Power of Vulnerability: Recognize that vulnerability is not a sign of weakness but rather an act of courage. It requires self-awareness, acceptance, and a willingness to step out of your comfort zone.

    2. Practice Self-Compassion: Start by being kind to yourself. Embrace your flaws and acknowledge that making mistakes is a part of being human. Treat yourself with the same empathy and understanding that you would offer to a friend in need.

    3. Cultivate Trust: Vulnerability thrives in an environment of trust. Surround yourself with supportive and non-judgmental individuals who create a safe space for you to express yourself freely.

    4. Start Small: Begin by sharing your thoughts and feelings with trusted friends or family members. Start with low-risk situations and gradually work your way up to more vulnerable conversations as you become more comfortable.

    5. Practice Active Listening: Foster vulnerability in your relationships by being an attentive listener. Create opportunities for others to open up by demonstrating empathy and understanding.

    6. Set Boundaries: It’s essential to establish healthy boundaries to protect yourself emotionally. Be discerning about whom you share your vulnerabilities with and avoid oversharing with those who may not respect your boundaries.

    7. Seek Professional Help: If past experiences or trauma make it challenging for you to be vulnerable, consider seeking guidance from a therapist or counselor. Professional support can help you navigate and heal from past wounds, making it easier to embrace vulnerability in your life.

    8. Reflect on Your Desires: Are there particular people you long to share more vulnerability with? Reflect on why these connections are significant to you and what fears or barriers may be holding you back from opening up to them.

    9. Initiate Honest Conversations: Take the initiative to start open and honest conversations with those you wish to share more vulnerability with. Express your desire for deeper connection and ask if they’re open to engaging in more vulnerable dialogue.

    10. Be Patient and Persistent: Building the courage to be vulnerable is a journey that takes time and practice. Be patient with yourself and others as you navigate this process, and don’t be discouraged by setbacks or moments of discomfort.

    Learning to make space for vulnerability in your life is a transformative journey that can lead to deeper connections and a greater sense of authenticity. By understanding the power of vulnerability, cultivating trust, practicing self-compassion, and setting boundaries, you can create a supportive environment that allows you to express your true self openly and authentically.

  • The Art of Letting Go

    Today, amidst the chaos of my thoughts and the relentless pursuit of what I believe my life should resemble, I stumbled upon a profound realization: the art of letting go.

    “Just let go,” the words echoed in the caverns of my mind, resonating with a depth I had not encountered before. How often do we cling to the illusions of our desires, the meticulously crafted blueprints of our futures, only to find ourselves tangled in the intricate web of our expectations? How many times do we stubbornly hold onto the fragments of what we believe should be, blinding ourselves to the beauty of what actually is?

    In this moment of reflection, I am reminded of the inherent beauty in surrendering to the ebb and flow of life’s unpredictable currents. There is a certain grace in releasing the tight grip of control and allowing the universe to unfold its mysteries before me.

    “Let go of how you thought your life should be,” the whisper persists, urging me to release the shackles of preconceived notions and societal constructs that confine my spirit. It is a call to liberation, a liberation that stems from embracing the inherent fluidity of existence.

    And as I stand at the precipice of this revelation, I am met with the gentle embrace of acceptance. For in letting go of the illusions of my mind, I open myself to the infinite possibilities that dance on the horizon of my consciousness. I welcome the serendipitous encounters, the unforeseen twists and turns, knowing that each moment holds within it the potential for growth and transformation.

    So today, I choose to embrace the life that is trying to work its way into my consciousness. I surrender to the rhythm of the universe, allowing its symphony to guide me along the path of authenticity and self-discovery. And in this surrender, I find solace, for I am no longer bound by the constraints of expectation. Instead, I am free to wander the vast expanse of my existence, embracing each moment with an open heart and an unwavering trust in the journey that lies ahead.

  • Wynonna Judd: Back to Wy Tour

    Friday night was a memorable one as I had the incredible opportunity to attend the Wynonna Judd concert at the North Star Mohican Casino in Bowler, WI. Wynonna delivered a remarkable performance that left me in awe, and I couldn’t help but be transported through time and emotions as the night unfolded.

    As I took my seat and the stage lights dimmed, the anticipation in the air was palpable. The moment Wynonna took the stage, her presence filled the room with a sense of magic and electricity that set the tone for the evening. The show began with an energy that resonated with the audience, and I couldn’t have asked for a better start to the weekend.

    Wynonna’s setlist was filled with some of my all-time favorite songs, including “Rock Bottom,” “No One Else On Earth,” “Love is Alive,” and “Grandpa.” Her voice was as powerful and soulful as ever, and the way she connected with her audience was truly remarkable. Each note, each lyric, seemed to come straight from the heart.

    However, it was when she sang “Mama He’s Crazy” that I felt a surge of emotions like never before. This song holds a special place in my heart, and hearing it live was a powerful experience. It brought back memories of my dear childhood friend, Melissa Haferman. Melissa had a voice as beautiful as Wynonna’s, and she had a dream of making it in Nashville.

    Tragically, Melissa’s life was cut short just as her career was taking off. She had recorded her first CD in Nashville and was on the cusp of a promising musical journey when her lifeless body was discovered in a vacant lot near the Louisville, Kentucky bus depot. It was a devastating loss for all who knew her, and it still feels surreal to think about it.

    Seeing Wynonna perform “Mama He’s Crazy” was like a bittersweet reminder of the times when Melissa used to sing it for karaoke in our local bars. Her passion and talent were undeniable, and I have no doubt that she would have made it in Nashville had her life not been tragically cut short.

    Wynonna’s performance was a tribute not only to her own incredible talent but also to the resilience and spirit of those who dare to dream and pursue their passions in the world of country music. The way she belted out the lyrics with such authenticity and emotion was a touching homage to the dreams that Melissa and countless others like her once held dear.

    In the end, I left the concert feeling grateful for the experience and blessed to have witnessed such a captivating performance. Wynonna Judd is an amazing performer, and I am thankful for the opportunity to see her live, even if it brought back some poignant memories and emotions. This night will remain etched in my heart as a tribute to both Wynonna’s artistry and the memory of my dear friend, Melissa.

  • The Crucible of Faith

    In the stillness of the morning, as the world awakens to the first blush of dawn, I find solace in the sanctuary of my Catholic faith. It is within the hallowed walls of this ancient tradition that I seek refuge, where my soul finds respite from the ceaseless cacophony of life’s demands and uncertainties. In the flickering candlelight, I am reminded of a profound truth that has become the cornerstone of my journey: “Your test becomes your testimony, your mess becomes your message.”

    The Catholic faith, with its rich tapestry of rituals and sacraments, is more than a mere belief system; it is a guiding light that illuminates the path of my existence. Each prayer, each confession, each moment of reflection is a thread woven into the fabric of my life, connecting me to a lineage of believers who have walked this sacred journey for centuries. It is in this continuity, this unbroken chain of devotion, that I discover a profound sense of purpose.

    As I kneel before the crucifix, I am reminded of the ultimate sacrifice made by a humble carpenter from Nazareth. His crucifixion is the test of all tests, a crucible of suffering that transcends human comprehension. Yet, from the depths of that agony emerged the most profound testimony to grace, love, and redemption. The resurrection, the ultimate testament to the power of faith, illustrates that even in the darkest hour, there is the possibility of renewal and transformation.

    In the confessional, I bear my soul, unveiling my mess, my flaws, my brokenness. It is a humbling experience, laying bare the imperfections that make me human. But it is in this vulnerability that I find the message of hope. The priest, as a conduit of divine mercy, offers absolution and guidance, assuring me that my past transgressions need not define my future. In the sacrament of reconciliation, I discover the immense capacity for forgiveness and the promise of renewal.

    My Catholic faith is not without its complexities and challenges. The world can be a turbulent sea, and at times, the winds of doubt and skepticism buffet my soul. Yet, it is precisely in those moments of doubt that the strength of my faith is tested. It is in those moments that I am called to lean on the enduring wisdom of scripture and the unwavering teachings of the Church.

    The quote, “Your test becomes your testimony, your mess becomes your message,” resounds with profound truth in the context of my faith. Through the trials and tribulations of life, my faith has been tested and refined. The moments of despair, of feeling lost, have become the very crucible from which my testimony emerges. My mess, my imperfections, my sins – they are the raw materials from which my message of redemption, forgiveness, and grace takes shape.

    In this sacred realm, I find the strength to endure, the courage to persist, and the grace to forgive, not only others but also myself. My Catholic faith has become a profound source of solace, guidance, and purpose. It is a reminder that in the darkest of times, there is always the possibility of light. And in the depths of my struggles, I find the transformative power of my own testimony, crafted from the crucible of my experiences.

  • Adventures of a Boy Mom

    The other day my single friend asked me what motherhood is like. Her question gave me pause for a moment. I could tell her how wonderful it is. I could sugar coat it and only share the good parts. But then I thought, why lie?

    Being a mom is like juggling chainsaws while riding a unicycle on a tightrope. But being a mom of not one, not two, but three boys? Buckle up, friends. That’s a whole new level of chaos! Yeah, you read that correctly – three boys. Ages 8, 14, and 19. If I survive this, I deserve a medal or at least a lifetime supply of wine.

    So, let’s start with the youngest one – my eight-year-old tornado. You know you’re in for an adventure when he’s awake. It’s like having a tiny, over-caffeinated superhero who can’t decide whether he’s saving the world or causing chaos. Just yesterday, he decided the living room was a perfect jungle, and I found him jumping across the furniture, tennis racket in hand (thanks, Aunt Kathy), hunting a lion, also known as our dog, Daley. And don’t get me started on his food preferences. If it’s not shaped like a dinosaur, he is not eating it. I tried to sneak in some broccoli disguised as “dinosaur trees” – the look he gave me, you’d think I’d served him a plate of actual T-Rex poop.

    Speaking of food, feeding three boys is like trying to fill a bottomless pit. I’m convinced they have some sort of secret compartment in their stomachs. I cook a meal, and within seconds, it’s gone. I sometimes wonder if I should just skip the plates and serve everything in a trough. It’d be more efficient, honestly.

    Our dinnertime conversations are interesting. We go from discussing the mysteries of the universe, like why pizza is round but comes in a square box, to the intricacies of Minecraft architecture. I’ve learned more about pixelated building techniques than I ever thought I would.

    Next we have the 14-year-old. Ah, the teenager. I remember when he was eight, he used to think I was the coolest person on Earth. Now, I’m just a walking embarrassment. Apparently, my mere presence is enough to mortify him. He communicates in a series of grunts and eye rolls. I recently tried to use some of his slang to seem “hip.” Big mistake. I mentioned his new shoes were “fire” and he looked at me with contempt.

    Finally, the 19-year-old – he’s supposed to be an adult, but I swear he’s just a taller version of the 14-year-old with a driver’s license. He comes home from work and immediately hides in his room. He’s in that phase where he’s too cool for everything. Conversations with him usually involve a lot of one-word answers. I’ve become an expert at decoding grunts and deciphering the hidden meanings behind a raised eyebrow.

    Let’s touch on the topic of laundry. It’s like a never-ending cycle of dirty clothes, especially with a 14-year-old who thinks that wearing the same pair of sweats for a week is totally fine. I’ve considered handing out gas masks to the family when it’s laundry day – you know, for safety reasons.

    But you know what? Despite the craziness, being a mom of three boys is an adventure like no other. It’s like running a zoo, a circus, and a demolition derby all at once. There’s never a dull moment. I’ve learned to perfect my referee skills when they’re arguing over who gets the last slice of pizza – because apparently, that’s a matter of life and death. These boys might drive me up the wall, but they’re my heart and soul. They challenge me, they make me laugh, and they keep me on my toes. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

  • The Curious Case of Laire Lightner: A Self-Proclaimed Prophet’s Unsettling Claims

    The Curious Case of Laire Lightner: A Self-Proclaimed Prophet’s Unsettling Claims

    In a world where social media can amplify both faith and folly, the story of Laire Lightner has been nothing short of remarkable, and concerning. It all began with a simple Facebook post, a plea for prayers for her son, Franky, who was tragically declared brain dead following a motorcycle accident. As concerned individuals, many of us joined her virtual congregation, offering support and prayers, believing in the power of collective goodwill.

    However, what initially appeared to be a mother’s desperate cry for help gradually took a strange turn. Laire began asserting that she was a prophet, chosen by God to convey divine messages. Red flags started waving wildly when she claimed that Jesus would resurrect her son, much like Lazarus. She declared that God instructed her to remove Franky from life support, and he passed away just minutes later. The subsequent narrative involved Franky’s body remaining in the morgue for three days, awaiting a resurrection that never occurred. Instead, Laire spun a tale of Franky choosing to stay in Heaven with Jesus, a decision she claimed she anticipated.

    The core of the issue lies in Laire’s brand of Christianity, which appears to align with the New Apostolic Reformation. This movement is notorious for blurring the lines between biblical teachings and non-biblical interpretations. Laire’s approach to prayer, for instance, deviates significantly from traditional Christian understanding.

    Historically, prayer has been about making humble petitions to God, seeking His will and guidance. Laire, on the other hand, uses the term “prayer” to mean something entirely different. She doesn’t request or ask; instead, she declares what God will do, attempting to bring her desired reality into existence through spoken affirmations. In this misinterpretation, she veers into dangerous territory, seemingly believing that her words possess the power to create, a notion inconsistent with traditional Christian doctrine.

    What’s truly alarming is that Laire has amassed hundreds of thousands of followers who mimic her beliefs and practices. This could lead to a distortion of biblical teachings and a dangerous misunderstanding of the power of faith. When her declaration of resurrection did not happen, she questions how she could have possibly “gotten it wrong.” She feels strongly that God speaks to her as a prophet, and cannot comprehend that she is wrong.

    Even more concerning is the reaction to dissenting voices. Anyone daring to question Laire’s beliefs is met with a barrage of attacks, harassment, and even blocks. She has gone as far as to contact publishers and demand that they distance themselves from individuals who criticize her. But what really concerns me is her post that calls for a curse, in God’s name, to fall upon any of her detractors (see images below). This sort of behavior not only stifles healthy discourse but also raises questions about the authenticity of the movement she represents.

    While our hearts undoubtedly ache for the Lightner family in their time of tragedy, it is impossible to ignore the unsettling truth that they have been led down a path of questionable theology. Franky’s death is undeniably tragic, but the refusal to acknowledge the glaring issues with their beliefs and practices is perhaps even more distressing.

    In a world where faith and social media collide, the case of Laire Lightner serves as a stark reminder of the importance of discernment and the dangers of unchecked influence. Let us hope that, in time, they find solace and clarity amidst the tumultuous currents of their belief system.