The Beautiful Answer

Reframing the Future

I can’t believe it, but this is my 365th post. It’s been a year since I started this blog,  beginning with a line from an e.e. cummings poem as my inspiration: 

“Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.” 

In the year I’ve been writing, I’ve asked a lot of questions. It began with wanting somehow to release some of the negativity I felt surrounded me, to let go of some aspects of myself that I had outgrown, and release some people who weren’t really making my life a more loving and rewarding place to be. 

As I began to actually go out of my way to search for the beauty, I found it. Almost immediately I could feel my heart and spirit becoming lighter. Which is not to say that all of a sudden, everything got amazing and better. But I started looking deeper and even deeper. I started noticing more. Stuff that used to bug the crap out of me, like the endless whining for more love, more attention and more … whatever someone didn’t have, began to sound like background noise. 

In reframing my present, I found. I was reframing the future as well. 

There is no real way to tell where any of us are going, even though I work in the realm of the intuitive every day, and have seen first hand how much this stuff works. But I know that I am headed in a far better direction than the one I had going a year ago. I don’t have to search for happiness now. It’s sitting right in front of me.

I can take my  camera and find a shaft of sunlight, or a little kid blowing bubbles, and everything changes. In that moment, I have found contentment, all on my own, not counted on someone else to determine my mood. I have claimed an entirely new set of tools to work with, broken them in, and even shared them with some of my clients. 

So on this last day of this blog, I want to say thank you to the people I have met. You are a cool bunch, with lots of interesting things to say. You’re funny and human and endlessly searching for that one perfect photo, or post, or joke to share with others. Because blogging is nothing but sharing, after all. So in that spirit, I invite anyone who wants to stay in touch to join me at http://www.sassypsychic.com. Think about signing up for the mailing list (don’t worry, I don’t overemail, and you always have the choice to unsubscribe), friending me on Facebook, or following me on Twitter (links on the left side of the Sassy Psychic home page). 

I hope your journey is made happier for being here. 

Why Do Families Suck?

Been blowing off blogging in order to support my husband, who had to do some family stuff this weekend. You’d think something like this would be easy. But it never is, no matter where you come from. 

We went up to Northern California with little time, and everything planned out, sometimes down to the half hour. There was little time to rest or even relax for a few moments to take a breath, and both of us had work to do, so that part wasn’t fun. 

But we both went with the attitude that we were there to support the family, to see what fences could be mended, if there were any (and there always seem to be), or even to catch up with people we hadn’t seen in years. We did that, I’m happy to say, but there are just some things you can’t really reframe about family, including: 

1. The older brother who has almost single-handedly drained all the family’s resources, with no intention of paying it back, sitting around and bullying everyone at the table, meanwhile taking up all the energy and attention of the guests. 

2. A series of siblings who shrank into corners and didn’t talk to anyone. 

3. An errant brother who called in the middle of the meal. 

4. A mom who preferred cats and quilts to actual human contact. 

Sigh. These are just a few of them … 

We all want more from our families, it seems. They don’t serve us, notice our accomplishments, or love us enough. I haven’t figured out if that’s just their nature, or if that’s what we see in them because of our perspective in wanting more. 

Whatever the case, we’re both glad to be home. Los Angeles has wide open arms sometimes, a big enough embrace to fall into when you’ve dared to leave her boundaries and come back a little bloodied, but still unbowed. 

Ah, the Healing

Short post tonight, because after so much work for so many days in a row, I haven’t had much time off. Of course, it’s for a good cause — the stuff I care about, my life and career. But I find that as I near this little blogging experiment, I am drawn more and more to self-care, and find that I need to get better at it for myself. 

I spend a lot of time helping others to heal. I love this work so much that I’ll probably do it in some degree until I leave the planet. But sometimes, you need to blow off the world a little, relax, read a book in a field somewhere. Today I took a long drive with my husband, saw The Convert at the Kirk Douglas Theatre in Culver City and grabbed some late lunch on the way back home. 

These are the rhythms of a normal, laid back life. I don’t get to experience these very much, with the schedule I’m currently keeping. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I am glad to be here, healthy and vibrant, building what I want to see in the world. So pulling away a bit doesn’t come from any resentment I may feel about working too much. Rather it comes from the need to restore and regenerate, for a few days at least, until I’m strong enough to give as much to myself as I give to others.