<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432</id><updated>2011-09-23T08:24:17.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill Fromelius</title><subtitle type='html'>Life. Handmade Art. Hope</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-5075604823538537095</id><published>2011-09-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:24:17.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilting</title><content type='html'>I am starting a quilting class and I am really excited about it. I am making a story kind of quilt with hand embroidered pictures I designed about my life with my dogs (only have one, Sammy died 7 months ago)and maybe other things too. I never do easy first projects, what fun would that be? Wish me luck, I will post photos as I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-5075604823538537095?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5075604823538537095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5075604823538537095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/09/quilting.html' title='Quilting'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-6560698431655780215</id><published>2011-09-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T12:00:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Green Paradise</title><content type='html'>It is green in the Burgh. Ireland may have more than 300 shades of green, but it has nothing on Pittsburgh. Not right now anyway. It has been a wet summer and fall and it is a lush green. I am loving this green beauty. It is very healing and soothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-6560698431655780215?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/6560698431655780215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/6560698431655780215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-green-paradise.html' title='It&apos;s a Green Paradise'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-5677079479684741</id><published>2011-06-16T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:28:33.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay, jump</title><content type='html'>It can be really scarey to face change and it can also be really scarey when life throws change at you without asking you first. I have been forced more than once in my life to let go of who I was and allow who I am now to be. It's still scarey even though I have experience that shows I will be okay, somehow, I will be okay. And experience that shows my life ends up being better and or happier as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faced this new precipice and eventually found wings. Not sure exactly where I was when the wings appeared, but they have. I have started to feel better the last couple of days and that has allowed my wings to unfurl even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the awarenesses I have had, things I have been able to let go of and for a new start. It's never too late to start over, again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-5677079479684741?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5677079479684741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5677079479684741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-okay-jump.html' title='It&apos;s okay, jump'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-9057521473162030253</id><published>2011-05-26T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:03:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creating fun again</title><content type='html'>I am having soooomuch fun creating small hand quilted projects with embroidery work. I can make them just about anywhere and I don't need much mental with-it-ness or physical energy to do them. I am getting lots of ideas for more. Will post pictures eventually, no ability to do that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-9057521473162030253?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/9057521473162030253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/9057521473162030253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/05/creating-fun-again.html' title='creating fun again'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-3022799044469509273</id><published>2011-05-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T05:41:13.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Pause</title><content type='html'>This is not the first time that life has given me a long pause. What do you do in that space? It would be different if I was able to do anything I wanted ot had energy to do something actually, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life speeds by and I am stuck on pause. If the weather had been nicer it would have been much more bearable. Being cooped up inside is not pleasant. Now that I am able to walk a bit and the weather is nicer, it makes the pause much more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time life gave me a pause I had lunch with a friend who said she would love to have months off from work. So would I if I felt better. Months off from work with no pay and no ablility to do anything is not fun. It's not a vacation. My pause button seems to be stuck. It keeps getting extended. One thing after another holding up my recovery. Now waiting again to see if the iron intervenous therapy works. I just want to feel well enough to go on vacation. Not even to do much, but be strong enough to go somewhere other than here. Somewhere where the weather is nicer and I can see new things, be in nature and perhaps enjoy a beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said I would feel so much better after my hysterectomy. Who could have guessed that 2 months later I feel so much worse? Life gives us unespected turns, loss and pause when we least expect it. Even if we were expecting it, it's not usually what we think. I thought I would have a pause for about 2-4 weeks, not 16 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy I do have I try to use in staying positive and just getting through the day. Trying to find some joy or pleasure and to share some love or comfort to someone else. Saying prayers for others at this time has been so rewarding for me. I can't do much else to help others, but that I can do and I can do it now. Receiving prayers, help and energy from others has helped alot too. How would I have survived without them? Feels like I am hardly surviving with them, but I am. And I am comfortable, warm and safe- that is alot. Times like this challenge us to focus on what we do have, what we are getting and not what we have lost or don't have. Certainly a challenge for me at times. But I do catch myself. And that's what counts. Catching ourselves, getting back up, even if we can't move forward atleast getting back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-3022799044469509273?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3022799044469509273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3022799044469509273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-pause.html' title='In the Pause'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-2626318996271634592</id><published>2011-04-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:54:26.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Glorious Spring</title><content type='html'>Oh, the feeling of the sun on my pure white skin, drinking it in as if it was the most delicious water it had ever had. The magnolia tree pregnant with blosoms ready to burst forth in fuscia and white. I couldn't resist the feel of the velvet pods and the lure of the white pine needles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-2626318996271634592?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/2626318996271634592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/2626318996271634592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-glorious-spring.html' title='Oh Glorious Spring'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-1252062374921048505</id><published>2011-04-06T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:46:31.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and time to heal</title><content type='html'>I was rushed back to the ER last week for my second emergency surgery. My blood levels plummeted and I have been very weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put trust in God/Godess/Source/The Universe and the medical professionals who are caring for you, it's disheartening when expected/anticipated outcomes do not come. What do you trust? I am trusting that I am getting what I need, not what I want, what I need. I don't understand why the series of events have happened the way they have and I don't have a way to understand it. What I do have is the ability to choose to trust that I am taken care of and have what I need. Trust that I am safe. I cannot control these things. I cannot control how my body heals. I have to trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-1252062374921048505?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/1252062374921048505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/1252062374921048505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/04/trust-and-time-to-heal.html' title='Trust and time to heal'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-5100919827259782009</id><published>2011-03-29T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:25:44.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics of Sammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUbhVcLazEU/TZH550qLqJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r_2hdM-MfFM/s1600/IMG_0041%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUbhVcLazEU/TZH550qLqJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r_2hdM-MfFM/s320/IMG_0041%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589523384326924434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-91ZemhTq8/TZH5w1akAAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8j0fqLfZJOk/s1600/IMG_0058%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-91ZemhTq8/TZH5w1akAAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8j0fqLfZJOk/s320/IMG_0058%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589523229911023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-5100919827259782009?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5100919827259782009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5100919827259782009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/03/pics-of-sammy.html' title='pics of Sammy'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUbhVcLazEU/TZH550qLqJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r_2hdM-MfFM/s72-c/IMG_0041%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-8175321627218229337</id><published>2011-03-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:23:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Heal</title><content type='html'>An underlying wave of exhaustion has found me. Just trying to wade through this. I had thought the worst of the surgery was over. Feels like my brain is fast asleep. Maybe I need to move around more. Not really cleared to be able to do much yet, but maybe a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-8175321627218229337?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/8175321627218229337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/8175321627218229337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-heal.html' title='Time to Heal'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-7968523293797740134</id><published>2011-03-11T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:06:52.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved Sammy has passed</title><content type='html'>The love of my life, my beloved 4 legged Sammy, has passed. He truely was the love of  my life. I got so much joy and love from him. I couldn't wait to see his face when I would wake up in the morning. I can't imagine how hard it will be to go home and not have him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom would say that I should have had a bunch of kids to shower all of my love on, instead of one dog. But that's not what God gave me. And I didn't have Sammy for very long, only alittle over 5 years. Every moment was precious. If I was busy or tired and didn't have much time to play with him and just adore him, I missed it terribly. He would soak up my love like a big sponge. And he would shower it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely heart broken and filled with so much love at the same time. He is comforting me where ever he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-7968523293797740134?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/7968523293797740134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/7968523293797740134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beloved-sammy-has-passed.html' title='My beloved Sammy has passed'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-4854634314245025345</id><published>2011-03-10T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T07:30:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week and a few days later</title><content type='html'>A week and a few days since my hysterectomy. The pain gets more manageable everyday. I feel better every day, I even recognize myself in the mirror now. Was scarey there for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the rebirth and it's fun and exciting. Birthing a new me. With the release of all of that old stagnant energy in my womb and abdomin my heart is opening more. I cry easier and it's not just the hormones, it's heartfelt good tears. Not the crazy I can't take it menopause tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move very slowly and get tired really easily and at the same time I feel lithe and streamlined- probably he weight loss from having the flu and then surgery. In some respects I feel like I could do what I did before surgery, but the reality of actually doing it would tell me something different. Just noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad to be back on line and writing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-4854634314245025345?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/4854634314245025345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/4854634314245025345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-and-few-days-later.html' title='A week and a few days later'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-7757928170938363671</id><published>2011-03-07T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:28:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Later</title><content type='html'>It's been a whole year since my last post and I apologize for this. I had intended to share my journey with you but I found out that by focusing on sharing, it took away from my process and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced big changes in my menstrual cycle which caused me to be overwhelmingly exhausted during my silent retreats and because of heavy flow, I developed anemia, which made it worse. So my 13 months of silent retreats has culminated in a hysterectomy not a vision quest. Perhaps my vision quest has been the hysterectomy. It has been a big life changing event and full of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days before my surgery I picked a card from Caroline Myss's, Healing Cards that said, "it's never too late to have a new body." I took that as a good sign. Just one week after surgery, I am paitiently awaiting my new body, I feel it transforming and evolving. I am being reborn in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-7757928170938363671?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/7757928170938363671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/7757928170938363671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2011/03/year-later.html' title='A Year Later'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-3326813682453672017</id><published>2010-02-28T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:09:10.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>The healing that I have experienced so far in only 2 months is so profound and deep it's so amazing. January's Clan Mother is, Talks With Relations, and she helped me to see where I needed to work on my relationship with myself on more than one level. February's Clan Mother is, Wisdom Keeper, one of the things she does is help us to recall memories we need to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January helped me to see the false self I had created to be safe in this world. February has helped me to see the true self I have always been; kind, gentle, deeply connected to nature, appreciates beauty and creates beauty. I had wanted to have joyful memories from before a painful event happened as a child. The memories I received was of me and who I was and that deep love and connection to nature. Unmasking the false self has not been easy. It's something I have been working on for many many years. My silent retreats and my intention have really sped up this process. I have had a lot of anger and sadness to acknowledge, heal and release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo grateful to shed those old skins of the false self. My ego attachment to it has been very strong. When I first started my silent retreat in January, I heard, "Welcome Home". I really have come home to myself. It's been a long and arduous journey at times, but a truly healing, powerful, wonderful reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves is to quiet our minds. Cut out all of the deistractions in our lives to see who we really are. It may be painful at times, not because who we are is bad, because who we are is so pure and sweet. The pain is in the remembering and what we have done to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the purest place of love inside me, I recognize that in you, from this place may we live in peace, Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-3326813682453672017?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3326813682453672017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3326813682453672017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-3528553393578622268</id><published>2010-02-28T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:55:07.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the Silence, month 2</title><content type='html'>An excerp from my notes this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a month makes. Last month I was forced indoors for very cold, wet weather and winds howling outside, this month it’s almost 80 degrees and pure sunshine and I am spending as much time as I can outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No expectations. Last month was perfect, so is this one. Each one will be different and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I packed up food, art supplies, clothes, water, lots of things for my 3 days. This month I am at home, no packing!! I did clean the house, it was nice and clean, that felt very nourishing; getting the gunk off of the window frames and out of my life! It’s good to set an intention like that when cleaning, “What I am doing for my home, I am doing for my life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More contrasts, this month I am taking long hot soaks in the sun, last month, long hot healing baths. This month I am typing my thoughts, last month I wrote them and incorporated more of them into art. I am missing the out pouring of artwork, but since I am home, I am working on art projects I have here that I have wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun feels so good on my skin. I am sooo grateful to be outside relaxing. I am hearing the birds, looking at the beautiful pine trees and flowers in my back yard, a gentle breeze is cooling me and that deep blue sky, I could drink it in, it’s glorious. Thank you Mother Nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-3528553393578622268?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3528553393578622268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3528553393578622268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/entering-silence-month-2.html' title='Entering the Silence, month 2'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-5499469983657867717</id><published>2010-02-24T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:10:53.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S4V4_CIzTxI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_IT-6IJKbk/s1600-h/Quan+Yin+edited+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S4V4_CIzTxI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_IT-6IJKbk/s320/Quan+Yin+edited+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441888749047992082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little I am learning to have compassion for myself. Quan Yin, the bodhisatva of Compassion is my guide. My dear friend Cher gave this beautiful statue to me. I have it right outside my dining room window where I can see her all day long. My understanding of compassion deepens as new awarenesses come to me about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to learn what I have about myself, life, others and compassion. I am becoming a better person in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-5499469983657867717?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5499469983657867717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5499469983657867717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S4V4_CIzTxI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_IT-6IJKbk/s72-c/Quan+Yin+edited+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-2956473694200305747</id><published>2010-02-17T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:59:19.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art work from January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKjcbYMUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x8AIH4_MJwk/s1600-h/Talks+with+Relations+color+2010+edited+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKjcbYMUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x8AIH4_MJwk/s320/Talks+with+Relations+color+2010+edited+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439304422743617858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKi0EnTRI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsxBz6Bf1Ck/s1600-h/Talks+with+Relations+close+up++edited+1+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKi0EnTRI/AAAAAAAAACs/GsxBz6Bf1Ck/s320/Talks+with+Relations+close+up++edited+1+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439304411910720786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKiTkrGiI/AAAAAAAAACk/efwfqTY4EJs/s1600-h/Talks+with+Relations+2010+edited+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKiTkrGiI/AAAAAAAAACk/efwfqTY4EJs/s320/Talks+with+Relations+2010+edited+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439304403186817570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-2956473694200305747?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/2956473694200305747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/2956473694200305747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/art-work-from-january.html' title='Art work from January'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/S3xKjcbYMUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/x8AIH4_MJwk/s72-c/Talks+with+Relations+color+2010+edited+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-3297520122297176616</id><published>2010-02-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:50:12.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change to the focus of my Quest</title><content type='html'>My Quest was for my healing, but already, in month 2, the focus has changed. With my new awareness (see the previous post), I see that it's for my deep love and connection to the Earth Mother and Mother Nature. My quest is for them and all of Our Relations, which includes me. My focus has changed from receiving to giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-3297520122297176616?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3297520122297176616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/3297520122297176616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-to-focus-of-my-quest.html' title='Change to the focus of my Quest'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-4004487313092223174</id><published>2010-02-14T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:02:15.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound healing</title><content type='html'>I have had the awareness that a long term illness that I have had was put in my life because I was on the wrong path. I am so grateful for finding my way home. At times I have had a very difficult time coming to terms with this illness, but for this I can truly be grateful. It was hard to lose so much at the time, my health, my husband, my long bike rides every day, my home, my career, my ability to support myself, my independence in some ways, but now with this new awareness I can let it all go finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been so much more than that, that I have lost. So many ideas and beliefs about myself, who I am and what I am here to do. I feel so much more at peace, knowing why this has all happened and to truly be grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much happier the person I am today. I am so grateful to/for my Earth Mother, to have connected with her the ways that I have, to deeply love and appreciate her and all of our relations which includes every living thing on this planet, including the rocks, yes, they are alive and they like to stay in their rock families- just like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up alot over the past 17 years but what I have gained is so much more. I am much more loving, compassionate, forgiving, kind and gentle and aware that kindness and gentleness are some of the gifts, part of who I am and what I am here to, and share with the world. Honoring that in myself and others has made a huge impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live as fully in the present as I can and coming to terms with my life and being grateful for all that has been, and all that I have become will help me to accomplish that. Gratitude is a very potent healing force. Gratitude and forgiveness go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo very grateful, thank you!!!!!!!!! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-4004487313092223174?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/4004487313092223174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/4004487313092223174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/profound-healing.html' title='Profound healing'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-1248968727779078177</id><published>2010-02-14T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:05:56.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Silent Retreat #2</title><content type='html'>It's time to nourish myself again. The time went really fast since the last one. I so love this time and am so happy to spend it in silence and create, relax and take care of myself. This time I am spending it at home, so we will see how that works. My fiance Reed happily agreed to go camping since the weather is gorgeous for the next week, high 70's and pure sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave and received very loving Valentine's Day cards with Reed and my heart feels very full of love with him and my friends and family. Wishing you a very happy, love filled Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-1248968727779078177?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/1248968727779078177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/1248968727779078177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-silent-retreat-2.html' title='On Silent Retreat #2'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-5479652116823092038</id><published>2010-02-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:18:11.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Authentic</title><content type='html'>Awareness hits me at seemingly odd times. I was picking a leaf of sage from a sage bush,asking for it's permission first, when granted, I selected a lovely leaf to smudge my home. I thanked the sage bush and sent love to it. As I was walking away, what I got was, "needing to fit in has robbed you of your authenticity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, anyone who knows me, pretty much knows I am not "normal." I was never meant to be "normal." I am someone who was always meant to cherish nature and luxuriate in it's presence, be it a flower, a rain shower, a forest, the sky, rocks, the sun or the ocean. I am someone who was meant to dance with the fairies my entire life. Not someone who has done so only on occassion and usually when no one was looking. I am someone who was meant to cry at a glorious sunset, someone who would rather talk to trees than people. I am someone who loves nature so much that I live in the "sticks" as they call it-- high in the mountains of Jamul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived just outside of New York City and worked there for about 10 years and honestly, it almost killed me. At the time I had no idea that I avoided the subway, not just for obvious reasons, but because I needed to be outside. I needed to be in fresh air (not that there was much in that city!)and walking the 1-2 miles to work, more than I needed to be crammed in a tiny car with a hundred other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who jumps for joy when I see a dog, a bunny, a stand of trees or wild flowers. I am someone who was meant to live and speak from my heart my entire life, not spend 40 some years peeling away the chains around my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told most of my life that I am "too sensitive." I am someone who was meant to use my sensitivity to help myself and others. Thankfully I realized that I could not be as intuitive as I am without it and everyone has been trying to get me to be, well, different. For many of us it's uncomfortable to be around someone who cries when they are hurt or sad, someone who cries when you are hurt or sad, someone who is so full of joy sometimes that they can hardly stand it, someone who is present and alive in the moment. So I put on the mask of "normal," because I fit in better. People liked me better, or atleast I thought so. They only liked me when I acted how they wanted me to or did what they wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally giving myself permission to BE WHO I AM! It feels great to believe in me again. Not everyone is going to like it, there may be changes in my life, but I can no longer tolerate the pain of being what other people want and need me to be. I need to be what I need and want me to BE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-5479652116823092038?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5479652116823092038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5479652116823092038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-being-authentic.html' title='On Being Authentic'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-9191413125248118457</id><published>2010-01-28T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:05:39.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Sacred Rocks Reserve</title><content type='html'>A special thanks again to Sharon Courmousis, the owner of Sacred Rocks Reserve for gifting me with 3 days in one of their mountain homes. They are brand new with all of the modern conveniences of home. I was very comfortable, safe and warm while the winds of time, change, rain and snow raged outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a beautiful quiet place in nature to relax and unwind, check it out! It is in the high chaparral, in Boulevard, CA. Only about 60 minutes from San Diego. It is an RV park, so most folks bring a place to stay in, but they do have 2 mountain homes and an RV for rent, as well as, a bunk house and club house for groups. They also sell the mountain homes for use on site or to be taken where ever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For relaxing there are acres and acres of hiking trails, a salt water swimming pool and Jacuzzi and usually clear nights to star gaze. When it's grey in San Diego, it is often warm and sunny there. The website is, www.sacredrocksreserve.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-9191413125248118457?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/9191413125248118457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/sacred-rocks-reserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/9191413125248118457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/9191413125248118457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/sacred-rocks-reserve.html' title='Thank you Sacred Rocks Reserve'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-830008209393746460</id><published>2010-01-26T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:16:45.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the Silence</title><content type='html'>My first silent retreat was truly amazing. Life changing actually, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:  When I finally got settled, set my intention and did the visualization I noted earlier, the journey began. It was only a few moments when my intuition carried through the message, “Welcome Home.” It was a powerful and tearful reunion. Shortly afterwards, I saw myself going down a deep and long tunnel. I have done things like this when going on an “other” world kind of journey. Usually you are guided by someone, a healer, who is with you, I guess I was too, only my guide was silent. Once down there I saw a crystal skull on a tall stick. It was the first of 13 crystal skulls, each of which represent one of the 13 Original Clan Mothers. The skull turned a bright orange and I felt a jolt in my body. And then I was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little restless because there were terrible storms for the first 2 days, that did not let up and I was pretty much captive inside for that time. Rain, sleet, hail, wind, snow, thunder, more rain. I was really tired and couldn’t wait to indulge in a long very hot bath. I lit a couple of candles and drew a bath. I think I was in there for about 2 hours. It was pure heaven. I am a bather and I don’t have a bath tub right now, so I was over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time starting a journal, I had a couple of magazines in the car and looked at pictures that were inspirational. I thought it would be okay since I wasn’t “reading”. I pasted them down and started writing, but I wasn’t happy with it. I have always wanted to do “art journaling”, but couldn’t really get started. I really loved the colors and textures of this one picture of a chocolate pudding sundae with bright hot pink raspberries on pink fabric. The fabric had embroidered spirals on it. It really drew me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a big pot of nourishing lentil soup, ate and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  I woke up excited to be in this lovely mountain home with this time for myself. And then some thoughts about my ex-husband came to me. How he broke my heart and that my heart was still in pieces from it. It’s been 18 years since we were separated, 17 I have been divorced. I instinctually went into forgiveness, of him, but also of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my journal and decided it was time to add some color. My journal was not a water color paper journal, but I got out my water colors, and carefully started painting some shapes and color for background. Then I put on some music (without words) and danced ecstatic dance for 30 -40 minutes. Then moved right into yoga and the pain associated with my heart break came out on my mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that, this month’s Clan Mother, Talk With Relations, is about all of our relations, including with ourselves. She was working with me or perhaps on me, not sure which. I let the energy run it’s course, did more forgiveness and gratitude work. It left me feeling uplifted instead of wiped out, as I normally feel after something like this. I decided to settle into another long hot healing bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some writing in my journal, added more color and started to unwind and loosen up artistically. It was fun! Then it started snowing and I became really excited. You don’t get much snow in Southern California. So I went out and wrote some notes in the snow, like “I love U” except with a heart instead of the word love and I couldn’t help myself, I sent it to my fiancé, Reed, in a picture message on my phone. Then another that said, “Love from snowy SD”, and sent it to Reed’s daughter Alexis, and to my sisters. It was so much fun I was giggling. I kept giggling, until my giggler was sore. It was the snow and the fact that I was sending them a message, and that they couldn’t communicate with me. (I turned my phone off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started a valentine to myself about my ex husband. Somehow in the process I broke free from my artistic inhibitions. I found my creative voice. It was exhillerating! I was very tired and couldn’t sleep. I was drawing, coloring or thinking about it. I was up in the middle of the night for a couple of hours, drawing. Then I started a piece about my silent retreat and another art piece. So much fun, energy and passion in them. They aren’t colored yet, but when they are (which will be soon), I will post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:  I couldn’t stop working on my art pieces and spent a long time designing a font for the front of my journal. I was particularly driven. When the drawings and the font were finished, I took my last long hot bath of my retreat and a short nap. Then I took a nice walk around since the weather was mostly hospitable. The rain had stopped and the sun was poking it’s head out from time to time. Shortly afterwards, it was time to pack up, clean up and go home. I had mixed feelings about going home, but it was time. I could feel the energy coming to a close, so that let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-830008209393746460?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/830008209393746460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/entering-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/830008209393746460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/830008209393746460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/entering-silence.html' title='Entering the Silence'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-5760148187346369870</id><published>2010-01-19T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:33:19.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is interesting</title><content type='html'>As I prepare for this month's time of silence, my moon has come early! I am doing my best to rearrange things to begin my silence as soon as possible, and know that everything is perfect and it will as it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My menstral cycle has been 28 days to the day for the last couple of years. So, isn't that interesting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-5760148187346369870?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/5760148187346369870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-interesting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5760148187346369870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/5760148187346369870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-interesting.html' title='Life is interesting'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-8894371986023859049</id><published>2010-01-19T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:26:30.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visualization</title><content type='html'>I just love the following excerpt from Jamie Sams book, The Thirteen Original Clan Mothers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The woman visualizes opening her womb to receive the fertilization of the Great Mystery's love, giving life force to the seeds of her dreams. She opens herself to receive the Earth Mother's strength and nurturing to replenish her body. She opens her heart and mind to receive visions and creativity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I will do each month as I start my retreat. I will begin packing some things and preparing for this months silence which begins tomorrow evening. Will let you know more about it when I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-8894371986023859049?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/8894371986023859049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/visualization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/8894371986023859049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/8894371986023859049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/visualization.html' title='Visualization'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-220960664238132996</id><published>2010-01-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:55:59.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence and Trust</title><content type='html'>Some people seem to think it's impossible to be silent for 3 days without music, tv, books, computer, etc. Sometimes it is challenging. I have purposely been spending silent time for a day or 2 by myself to start to prepare. Sometimes I would like to put music or a movie on when I am home by myself, but if I have set the intention of not doing so, then I don't. If it starts to feel uncomfortable, just sit with that feeling. What is it trying to tell you? (You can listen to music without words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's great about not giving into outside influences is that we remain open to inspiration or messages from our intuition. Inspiration that we would not have otherwise. Creative ideas that might come to us, only we wouldn't hear them because our mind is busy with other things. We want to think that we can do two things at once, however, our brain can't be open and receptive and preoccupied at the same time. Our brain can only focus on one thing at a time. And this process is about getting out of our everyday mind, to see what is and what is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have fear of being too still. Our society tends to keep busy. Sometimes keeping busy is a defense mechanism or a sabatoge to our true selves. We think it's better to not hear the longing in our hearts, to stay the same, to not dream, to not try. We have that fear or failure. But what about the fear of not trying? Of not really living, of missing it? We can be afraid our lives will change and not trust that we will be enough to handle the change. Being silent is helping me to develop trust with myself, trust in who I am, what I truly desire and that it's possible. Because I'm not alone and neither are you. We aren't doing it by ourselves. We start to develop trust in your partnership with God/Goddess/Source/All That Is/Your Higher Self, what ever your name for it. That it's not just you spinning your wheels everyday. That there is a purpose and that you have a purpose. And you owe it to yourself to figure out what it is if you don't know already. And if you do know, then this process will create more fire for your dreams, more clarity and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is starting to happen for me, is that I am starting to feel supported, held in loving arms, I am getting the sense of a big safety net. I feel comforted, supported, encouraged, heard and cared for. That who I am is okay and that it's safe to be who I am, to have the dreams I have and to pursue them. And that I have help, seen and unseen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-220960664238132996?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/220960664238132996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/silence-and-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/220960664238132996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/220960664238132996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/silence-and-trust.html' title='Silence and Trust'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-8832321592963238680</id><published>2010-01-15T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:20:18.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January, Talks with Relations</title><content type='html'>I am preparing for my first 3 days of silence and starting to get very excited about it! Sharon Courmousis, owner of Sacred Rocks Reserve and friend, is gifting me with the use one of their beautiful and comfortable park models for this months' 3days. I am looking forward to taking a long luxurious bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading chapter one, the Clan Mother for January is, Talks With Relations, Mother Nature, Keeper of learning the truth. She teaches us to have right relations, respect and honor with/for all of creation (the plant and tree people, the stone people, the cloud people, the 4 leggeds, the winged ones, the finned ones, the creepy crawlers, the elementals and many more), ourselves, our bodies and our spirit essences. Her medicine is already working on me. It's interesting how different parts of her message speak to me each time I read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask her for help with my relationship with money. In the middle of the night I couldn't go back to sleep and what was on my mind were some investments I had made 20 some years ago, that didn't go so well. What I received from it was that I needed to do some forgiveness of the people involved, with the energy of money, myself for my niavete, etc. I am still looking at it to see if there is more to it for me. I guess I should ask that help comes during my waking hours, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-8832321592963238680?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/8832321592963238680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/month-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/8832321592963238680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/8832321592963238680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/month-one.html' title='January, Talks with Relations'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-2894961294324337409</id><published>2010-01-15T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:13:49.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>A call went out. Through the ripples of time it made it’s way to my open heart and my willing mind. I’ve heard if before. This time, I am answering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am embarking on an adventure, a Healing Quest. It is the Native American woman’s version of a vision quest. I have done the male warrior version but always felt there was a different way. I have found guidance about the kind of vision quest that my heart has always known; that women are different and that we need a different kind of quest. That seeking our vision requires connecting with our creative, nurturing, compassionate spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Healing Quest requires a year long commitment of preparation and I am committing 2010 to my Healing Quest and my intention of creating a retreat center for women. The year of preparation entails-- 3 days of silence every month, the first 3 days of your menstrual cycle (your moon) if you are still bleeding  or the full or new moon if you are not.  This is the time you are the most receptive and these 3 days of silence are a time for you to be nourished, to rest and to be creative with no outside influence. No reading, music with words, tv, computer, etc. You can use this time to write, cook, garden, spend time in nature, paint, make art, etc. It’s a good idea even if you aren’t wanting to do a Healing Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired by a book that I have had for probably ten years. It has traveled across the United States with me a couple of times and yet I hadn’t really read it, until a few months ago. A book about the ancient stories of the feminine, the Legacy of Women and the Sisterhood as told through the teachings of Native American traditions. Stories that are helping me to reclaim parts of myself that have been silent or missing, stories that are reminding me of who I am and what I have come here to do. What we as women are and can do individually and together. The 13 Original Clan Mothers, Your Sacred Path to Discovering the Gifts, Talents and Abilities of the Feminine Through the Ancient Teachings of the Sisterhood, by Jamie Sams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also imspired by and honored by the women who created the Women’s Movement of many years ago. Women who created equality for women by saying we are the same as men, we deserve equal pay. These women have done amazing work and yet, what I have found is that the pay is not equal and we have gained the added burden of still having to do all of the domestic chores we had done before.  What we need is a men’s movement! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to offer a different perspective, one that says we are all equal because we ARE.  As women we have special gifts and talents that make us different and by honoring what makes us different we reclaim those parts of ourselves that we had separated from; our kindness, compassion,  vulnerability, intuition, creativity and our capacity as healers and leaders. We have also lost our community. Women used to form groups to help one another, to relax and enjoy each other’s company and to just BE together. Some are working to recreate this. We need to create bonds of help, support and unity and eliminate pettiness, criticism and judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we remember and reclaim our sacredness, we take back our place as equals in this world; as whole and healed women who know their true value and live in their true power. Not through fighting, competition and manipulation but through love and compassion. It’s the Legacy of Women, and a Sisterhood that was created thousands of years ago. Where women take their roles as the Guardians of beauty, harmony, equality and peace. Jamie Sams speaks of this in her book, The 13 Original Clan Mothers, the Sisterhood whose creed is, “Life, Unity and Equality for Eternity.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-2894961294324337409?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/2894961294324337409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/2894961294324337409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/2894961294324337409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2010/01/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672776933384990432.post-6551789290403663718</id><published>2009-10-06T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:09:25.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with my camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/Ssvb-YwqDvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Bz90XvhZh7U/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389643243923836658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/Ssvb-YwqDvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Bz90XvhZh7U/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/Ssvb9kD1O3I/AAAAAAAAABU/oZwKOrNAotE/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389643229777181554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/Ssvb9kD1O3I/AAAAAAAAABU/oZwKOrNAotE/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been having fun with my camera, here are a few of the pictures I have taken lately. Do you know what the top picture is?? Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672776933384990432-6551789290403663718?l=jillfromelius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/feeds/6551789290403663718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-my-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/6551789290403663718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672776933384990432/posts/default/6551789290403663718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillfromelius.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-with-my-camera.html' title='fun with my camera'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08723934017041152790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOFBczbLJlY/Ssvb-YwqDvI/AAAAAAAAABc/Bz90XvhZh7U/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
