The e-book is completed! Pulled from my favorite entries here at this blog, with tons of new material written and new lessons learned, here are 50 tools to help you tame your sensitivity and use it as the gift it is. Go here to snatch up your copy.
This is a great companion piece to the Care of the Sensitive class, where you will learn how Nature tools can support your sensitive system.
It’s too cold! Today has been a great day to snuggle up to my girls, make some warm foods, and read and learn. It’s the perfect time of year for that. And coincidently, (great segue in, don’t you think?) the e-book I’ve spent over a year compiling, living and writing, will be ready tomorrow and I can’t contain my excitement. I love how our tough experiences in the end can benefit others if we share what we have learned.
Help! I’m Sensitive! 50 Tools to help you thrive and survive is located in the bookstore here at this site. Official announcements for the book come out tomorrow, but I couldn’t contain myself.
I’ve learned valuable techniques to help with my sensitivity including techniques like Mouse Theory and Psychic Vampires, filling in holes, turtle shell, changing aura pictures, dealing with other people throwing their fears at you, taking care of the number one need for empaths, why panic attacks can happen in malls, and much more. I’ve included my favorite entries here from my blog and included a great deal of tools from my arsenal given to me by my helpful team of Guides in the past year.
You can order the book now here today and start empowering yourself right away and have warm reading material for those cold nights.
As healers of the world, we want to take care of everything and everyone and make it better. But sometimes, we neglect to take care of ourselves. We think that makes us good people and good healers. We are so selfless. Look at Mother Teresa! She gave up all conveniences and even nice fashion just to dedicate herself to help others. There’s too much giving out and not enough receiving. I’m noticing this syndrome lately in myself, my loved ones, and even in other healers.
The first symptom you are deep in the syndrome? Resentment. You’ll hear that inner little voice saying, “Hey, what about me?” It’s not selfish to consider yourself in the equation. In fact, the word “selfish” needs to leave the dictionary for healer types. There needs to be balance and we are too on the other end of the spectrum! I am learning that the Universe isn’t withholding all that I need, I’m just replaying my childhood learned syndrome.
Other symptoms of this dreaded disease:
So, how do you get heal the syndrome?
Be “selfish” for a little while. Take really good care of yourself. Draw a bath. Read your favorite book. Reward yourself now. Be there for yourself like you would a friend. Believe in yourself and your talents & see yourself, even though others might not have.
And get angry! Your needs do need to be met! It’s not entitlement or because you are more special than anyone else. It’s that you are just as special as everyone else and deserve the same good things in life. What you were taught early on was the Mother Teresa syndrome.
There’s only one Mother Teresa and it works for her, not for anyone else.
To read more posts visit my new website’s Sensitive Artist blog here. and do check out my Help! I’m Sensitive book series there.
I’ve been creating this line of cards with empowering sayings lately. I then came across a blog with very un-empowering words and I thought, how much of us have been pelted with these kinds of comments in our lives? You know what I am talking about…words that bring you to the knees into shame.
So, here’s my Sayings for Greeting cards We Never Want to Read. Ever.
Okay, now that you feel like total poo, don’t EVER believe any of that.
Here’s something to raise your spirits where they belong.
It’s a beagle riding a bird. Can’t be cuter than that. Smiling, eh?
(* Have any more beauties to share you’ve been pelted with? Unleash their power here in the comments).
Steps to Reawaken Your Authentic Inner Fairy Self:
STEP ONE: Reintroduce the Fairies into your life and learn how to heal with your own backyard.
FB101 Fairy Beginner & Flower Essence Class
F101 Fairies 101 Introduction Class
COM101 Animal & Fairy Communication
STEP TWO: Connect even deeper with your animals.
(Fairies have a deep connection to animals.)
COM102 Animal Communication
HA101 Animal Healing with Nature & Fairies
AM101 Animal Mediumship: After Death Communication
STEP THREE: Take care of your developing sensitive self.
(You may be an empath already and need tools, or by doing this work you find you are becoming more sensitive.)
CS101 Care of the Sensitive
RT101 Healing with Rocks & Trees
STEP FOUR: Bring back joy into your life and rediscover you, your authentic inner fairy.
FJ200 Fairy Joy class
STEP FIVE: (COMING): Go deeper: become a fairy detective.
Sign up for Fairy Online School classes at the Online Class page.
I think my heart is closed down.
I just came back from a dance class at the college, which felt glorious and fun. Doing fun dance steps, swaying to the beats of the music, brought me back to the olden days when dancing was nurturing for me. I practically grew up in a dance studio from the time I was four or five. My second home, is what my Mom would call it. The poor woman had to play taximom to my sister and I back and forth to the studio. I grew up with the owner’s daughter, Haley, and I have fond memories of playing with Dawn dolls and dollhouses in her room at the back of the studio.
There are some bad memories too, when I got older in high school, still dancing, but then battling body image, a tough teacher now saying curves were not good, and as a result, the beginning of an eating disorder. Some of those memories are coming back as my older body has entered the dance class among the young ones, but I don’t want those memories to override my joy.
The coincidences are overpowering right now in regards to this class. My one dance teacher was Russian and called me affectionately “Runny.” This teacher at the college is also Russian. When I heard her call my name the same way, mixed feelings swept through me.
Old loves and lost joy are the themes coming up for me now. I used to adore writing and took every class at the college I could. My first writing class I met one of my best friends and felt a delicious belonging I hadn’t felt for some time. I am now taking a class in play and screenwriting, which brings me back to my acting days, more times of belonging and happiness.
I haven’t lost drawing, which I am grateful for. Through the years, however hard they may have been, I kept at it. Paper and pen flowing.
Ironically, I taught my Fairy Joy class this summer for the first time. I needed the class most of all. You see, I had lost my joy and closed my heart. I know this now. We are raising a very sweet and charming kid, who has lots and lots of issues from having a very tough beginning. That beginning colored her world and made it a place of hard survival and trauma. The problem is, she doesn’t differentiate between then and now. She has the same tactics: manipulation to get what she needs, lying, false accusations, splitting, triangulation, creating drama, etc. It’s way above even the normal teenage stuff. But what she shows others is a perfect young girl, so we look like the bad guys. As you can imagine, it’s been very, very hard for us to give while not feeling anger.
So, I am exhausted. I’m spent. My husband and I meet with several therapists a week to learn how to parent her and try to undo the exhaustion, the lack of joy, and the misunderstood & uneducated comments from the outside world.
Which brings me back to my joy and the classes. What I wrote first here is the most telling. Dance was nurturing. Through trips to the studio I spent time with my Mom, who has since crossed over too early. Mom was nurturance growing up. Writing is from my soul–a gift from me to you. Drawing connects me to that little girl unaffected by the losses and pains of the world. In the process of trying to heal our little girl, we got caught up and began to live in the rollercoaster of her world–a very dark, hurting place. And much worse, those who were meant to be helpful, hurt us much more, by not witnessing us or honoring our needs. From this dark place, we forgot how to nurture ourselves. We may even have felt we didn’t deserve to be nurtured. The message we repeatedly got: Parents only give selflessly and have no needs of their own. I’ve seen this dynamic lately mirrored in my outside world by not getting what I need–the very basics. But I had forgotten the food for my soul, the very basics for my inner world’s needs–the art, the words, the movement, the mothering!
God, the Universe, my spirit helpers, brought me to these classes and gave me the coincidences. This has led me to the understanding that we can not give from an empty place. As parents we have a right to our own needs too. As healers, artists and teachers, also. We need to open our hearts again and we can only truly do that when we are fed.
(If you are needing your joy back, consider the Fairy Joy class to rediscover what feeds you. Sign-ups are happening right now.)
I went to sleep upset with my life and wishing I was someone else.
Halfway through the night, I journeyed and had an amazing dream message.
I was at a school taking different classes. I was traveling with a friend between classes when I looked down and noticed I wasn’t me! I was tall, larger, and had light, black skin. I panicked!
“What color are my eyes?” I asked my companion. “Brown,” she answered. “Where are my green eyes? I like having green eyes?!”
We wandered around the campus with me feeling steadily uncomfortable. As this new body, I noted that I was less visible than in my short body, realizing now, being little garnered much more special attention. Being taller I was lost in the crowd, even invisible.
I missed the way my rings looked on my fingers. How my hair curled naturally in little ringlets on the ends. Where was my little pug nose? I realized I liked my face, if even for the familiarity of it. Maybe even missed it, which was weird because it was my face I’d find the most imperfections!
“When do I get my old body back?” I pleaded to my friend. “This doesn’t feel right.”
“You don’t. This is yours now.” she told me flatly.
When I woke from the dream, I was so relieved, and for the first time in awhile, I was happy to be me. This was an unusual lesson learned, because I spent most of the summer wishing I was something I was not. I saw myself in others’ eyes–being inferior to others–which, perhaps now, wasn’t real at all. Where I was short, I thought I should be tall and long. Where I was fair, I thought I should be tan. Where I was curvy, I thought I should be slim and narrow. Trips to the pool made all of this thinking worse! I thought I was not enough and invisible as who I was. And now with this dream, I realized whether it was others’ perceptions or wants, it didn’t matter, because deep down, it wasn’t mine. Being all those things–short, curvy, fair–is who I am right now, and who makes up Ronni.
How many messages do we receive on a daily basis, or, even messages that replay over and over from the learned past, that tell us who we are is not enough? That someone or something is better, so we should try to be what we are not. As if we could? How often do we stop to really look at ourselves and see the beauty we are and the superior gifts only we possess?
I remember when I was in college–a huge campus in Maryland–a much younger Ronni. Where I thought I was special, there were now hundreds of folks that were just as special. If I could draw, there were those who could draw expertly. If I could dance, you guessed it, there were amazing dancers. The worst of this equation happened when my small group of pals let in a new friend. She was also little and funny, and even, brown hair and green eyes too. My pals seemed to like her better! Why, I wasn’t special at all now.
Tears rolled down my face when I relayed the story to my Mom, and it was there that I learned where my “not good enough’s” originated from. She didn’t say that I was special just because I was me, or anything like that. There was only silence on the other end of the line.
I’d like to go back to that college girl and tell her, “We aren’t our parts, or, because you are short, have green eyes, and will later teach fairy stuff. You aren’t your special abilities or your talents either, or even what you do. You don’t have to be something you are not–such as tall, narrow, or dark–to please someone else, or to be loved, or even wanted. You should never have to work that hard for love or acceptance. Like an individual snowflake with it’s own combination of beauty, you are unique. Love what you are right now. Accept and revel in it! All of it is you. Enjoy every bit of it–whether, the crooked nose, or the juicy thighs! You don’t have to try to be someone you are not, because, when I was, I wasn’t happy. I missed me. ”
And for Mom, and her Mom before that, I wish you heard the same message long ago.
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