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Dear Sister – Part I & Part II

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I want you to know that you mean the world to me and no matter our differences I would stand with a sword and dagger to protect you from any harm.  I would be there for you at a calls notice, if you were facing a life challenge that required loving support.  You are my only sibling and no matter what, that will always matter deeply to me.  Remember this. Feel it within your heart and soul and know that anything said or experienced beyond this truth, is merely the muddy waters that often complicate family relationships with a tainted history.  

It is my belief that relationships don’t work, don’t come together or have a mutual love for one another, because one of the people in the relationship do not have a desire to do the work that is required.  That work requires self-awareness & accountability. An honest, deep look into your internal life and how it affects you and those around you.  

This being said, I write this letter for myself.  To heal, to be able to disconnect (in what I hope is a loving way) from you.  This pains me deeply and I can feel the congestion of emotions that I have stifled far too long as I write this.

It is clear to me that I am not of importance to you. Our relationship is not a priority in your life. Much to my own denial, as I shuffle through the archive of memories, it never really has been.  Sure, there have been a few moments where you were there.  When my life was deeply troubled and I was inferior to you, then you were there briefly to support me.  

But as a whole picture, I recall far too many times when I stood alone.  I was bullied, triangulated by our mother, used, laughed at, criticized, verbally abused, and left alone on many occasions, with purposeful intent on your behalf.  These few distasteful actions were a few of many.  

I have made many attempts to reason with you.  To work through our differences.  To be accountable to one another and heal the wounds of our relationship.  I have invited you to counseling sessions.  I have written letters asking for what I need, stating how I feel and expressing what I felt from your ill actions, in a respectful way.  I even had professional counselors review every word of my letters to you, before sending them, to ensure that it made the point I was seeking to say, as well as be respectful. 

But most of all, and what I have come to realize, is the decades I have spent  pursuing  you. Longing for you to place our relationship as a priority in your life.  Longing to have that special sister bond, in time and in person, that I see so many families have.  I had this vision of how I wanted to have my sister in my life.  I envisioned this close sister bond, even as life drew us apart, in its normal life cycle’s.  But, it was my vision, it was not yours. 

Even though this came to my awareness on many occasions,  & I stopped the pursuit for me to be a part of your life. That awareness would slip away time and time again. The desire was far greater then the truth.  But, I was sadly reminded, it was only an illusion. It was only something I desired and it was a wasteful expenditure of my energy and time. 

This brought me deep sadness. For where am I without my sister. The only person in my life that I share an entire history of my life.  The only person that mimics a piece of who I am, a piece of who we are.  Despite how we share the same DNA, and we share the same upbringing. Thinking – being alike in so many ways, yet with those distinct differences that make us individuals.  

But it is the pain that brings me here today. It is the distance, avoidance, the lack of accountability on your part that effects me.  

Did you know that the only time you contact me, is when you need something?  Or when there is a social family gathering?  Did you know that I experience chronic criticism ongoing each and every time I see you?  Did you know that I experience  actions you chose each time you see me that is ridiculing, discounting & undermining the parts of my life that are my highest achievements. The things in my life I am most proud of.  Things that others see as noble, inspiring parts of my life.  

Did you know this is considered ‘bully’ behavior?  

It is only over time and with confidence, that I am able to stand up to you and say in a respectful way, to stop this bullying. Stop criticizing what is important to me.  Yet, you continue.  

I walk around you carefully, waiting for that next dig, that next insult, or put down.  Afraid to respond, afraid to hold you accountable for your actions, for I will hear your wrath bellow back at me in disrespectful ways. Often afraid to say anything, for you will easily disown me as your sister, and you will play the silent treatment for years.  I will be left out of the family gatherings. 

As I hear your justifications that it is my mistakes and how I harmed you. Or go on about what a horrible person I am.  Mistakes that happened decades ago. Mistakes, I have made my peace with. Mistakes I have been accountable to you and to others for.  Mistakes I have made my sincere apologies for.  

But, others do not hear that part. The story of my history is told by you.  A story that is not yours to tell!  You have no right to tell your friends, your kids, your husbands, your boyfriends and all others!  It is MY story to tell, and I never gave you permission to tell anybody that.  

I always wondered when I met your new boyfriends, why they treated me with such disrespect. Why they acted as if they hated me so much, and they didn’t even know me.  I then learned the vicious words that were being spread about me, by you, to everyone!  

Even though, I can reason through this.  I can understand that this is about you, this is not about me.  I have done my part to change myself, to make peace with my past, and to offer my apologies to those I have harmed, including you.  

It pains me deeply.  But know, I will work through it. I will come to peace with it. I will not love you any less for it. But, I also will not stop feeling because of it. 

It is through this journey that I have also seen how the betrayals, the abuse, the bullying have become a regular part of my life.  I continued to choose friends that were like the relationship I had with my sister.  Seeking the love and understanding from friends, that I lacked in a sister relationship.  

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With each friend I chose, it was an illusion.  They were not true friends.  I mattered as much to them, as I do to you.  I meant nothing to you.  I meant nothing to these friends.  I didn’t matter. But you and they mattered deeply to me.  

Then I realized how I had been doing this to myself.  I had been pursuing those, like you, seeking what I desired from you. Putting those friendships as a priority in my life. They mattered as deeply to me as you matttered to me.  They were important to me and I took the time and energy to make sure they remained a part of my life.  

But, what I discovered, is I did not matter to them.  Just as I do not matter to you.  

I was not a priority in their life.  Just as I have not been a priority in your life. 

I was placing importance on relationships that had no desire to offer any reciprocation of that quality I so longed to have.  This of course, brought me great sorrow and caused much pain.  

When I realized that I had to walk away from these endless pursuits that offered no reciprocation of importance back to me, I found myself standing alone.  

Life long friendships, new friendships, old boyfriends, they all didn’t have a care in the world for me.  I was NEVER of importance to them at all. There was no loyalty.  There was no mutuality.

This deeply saddened me.  And I had to make some serious changes in my life.  I had to make ME as most important!  I had to value myself as much as I had valued you, as much as I had valued those friendships.  I could no longer pretend by pursuing those that continualy walked away. I had to pursue the love for myself, and place that as priority. Just as I had placed you (and many others) as a priority for so many years.  

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You are my sister and always will be.  I will always love you deeply. But, I can no longer be a part of what creates your reality for you.  I must stand up for myself, no matter your wrath.  I must keep distance yet keep in tact a small strand of connection.  But not at my expense.  Not for your pleasure.  For me and only me.  I must come first!  Or else, it is only me that I can blame for being a part of this cyclic dysfunction.   

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Part II

History, of course, plays a deeper part here.  A history where choices were not possible, as young girls. As teenagers.  As young adult women.  

I have suffered deeply for that history.  For that darkness cloaked over me for so long.  So much suffering.  And it is I that suffered much deeper then you.  

I see how the deep dark secrets of our history have escaped your world.  Because it has been locked away, not to reveal itself to you.  And I see how your life choices all coincide in keeping that darkness locked up.  

Walking around as if the world is always happy and ok.  When it is not.  But that is how you keep it locked away.  For to reveal it, would change your world forever.  It would be unbearable pain and suffering.  The consequences would mark a wrath more consequential then any wrath you have bestowed upon me.

I understand that now. 

I was forced to open that dark world.  To unlock the door of evil and face it head on.  It was a matter of life and death for me. I could not avoid it.  I have paid deeply for that darkness, even in it’s revilement.  

You, my dear sister, have escaped it’s consequences.  There have been some struggles for you, no doubt.  I have seen the similarities between some of our struggles.  From work places to boyfriends and husbands, I have seen how you have not escaped it entirely. 

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Yet, because of how tight that darkness is locked up and that awareness remains hidden away, you have been able to thrive.  To find happiness, love, friendships, financial success. To enjoy life, to be loved and admired by friends.  To travel the world. To enjoy the life you desired. To enjoy some of the riches of financial security. To know security. To know life as one should.  With a magnificently rewarding life, filled with love and respect. To enjoy it’s beauty in all that you place importance upon in your life.  To be able to smile, laugh, love & be loved, and more.   

Yet, for some reason, you continue the need to diminish my worth in every way possible.  To bellow what a dreadful person I am.  How nothing I do that is important to me, is any kind of an accomplishment, but rather just a poor decision.  

I see you stand behind this so called religious sanction. Bellowing back at me how I am going to hell because I do not believe what you believe.  From a metaphysical mind to a rigid, religious person, I have seen you become.  As you sit upon your all mighty throne, speaking to me (and others), of how my choices are far inferior to yours.  

Distasteful as this is to me, I never speak a bad word of what your choices are.  I support your need to have a God in your life. That is what is important to you and I acknowledge that.

But, I know the truth behind some of these actions.  These choices in your life. That awareness can never be your reality.  For, if you were to really take a wide view at your inner world, that would require much more then making judgements of me.  Criticizing and bullying would not be a part of this sisterhood we share.  It would require a self awareness I beleive you have never really fully viewed.  

For, if you do, it will unveil that deeply locked away secret.  The secret that your reoccurring dreams tell you.  To NEVER, EVER open the locked door. For behind it lurks something very evil.  

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It is true my dear sister. And I agree.  Keep it locked away.  Keep it far from your reality.  Never unlock it.  

Unfortunately, because of that, it comes out in sideways effects.  As I experience your behavior of superior thinking and coping skills with your religious ways.  Blame has become an escape for you.  As well as placing me in an inferior position is one of many coping mechanisms, in your world.  For then one never has to look at the reality of it all.  

It is me that has suffered in ways you did not have to, because your secret remains locked away.   The consequences of having to face all of that history, I have suffered deeply for.  In more ways then you could possibly comprehend.  In ways, that you are not even aware of.  

So, keep this in mind.  I have been your fall person.  I took the outrage of this evil, so you didn’t have to.  I have been your shield and that is what has allowed you all the gifts of life you have received.  

But, as your religious world says.  “One never is given what one cannot handle.”  And I am this incredibly determined person. Often described by others, through my years of life, as the “strongest person I know”.  

My descent out of the hell of darkness has been a journey that is my story. And one day I may even share that story in its entirety.  It has made me who I am today. Each piece of it.  

It has taught me many lessons.  But the greatest lesson of all, is to place value on myself.  To love myself fully.  That my life is as important an any other.  I too offer value to this world. My life does matter.  Not because someone else says so, or doesn’t say so. I matter, because my life too has value.  

So, keep that dark secret locked away and live your life to the fullest. But know that your life does not have the value it has, without me suffering the burden of that dark, evil secret.  

From your religious world you find peace. And that is fine. Each person must find a way to find peace in their world. But know this. It was not christ that was nailed to the cross and died for the sins of others, in our world.  It was I for you.

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I am the reason you have been able to live the life you live.  To enjoy all you have enjoyed.  

And in my world, that means my life has great value.  

Love always,

Your Sister

By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright October 21, 2018

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Have the Courage to Start Again!

Graphic -Peacock Pet Cafe FB cover photoHello Pink Elephant Followers (and to all who spark an interest)!

It’s been awhile since I have been over here to read everyone’s blogs. I haven’t been writing blog posts here and I have been missing it.

I am now following my biggest passion and dreams.  Natural health for pets, with a special interest in the area of CBD oil and Essential oils.

It has been my dream for many years to have a business that offers natural remedies for people with pets.  To educate others on the alternative choices of caring for your pet in a natural way.  To understand that natural care offers your pet a quality of life, as well as longevity.

I am all about saving money, and healing using nature’s way. Trusting that when the body gets the tools it needs, it will heal itself.

I have been practicing natural health with my pets for 17 yrs.  Until the passion grew so huge, it naturally evolved to teaching others what I have learned.

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I had started an essential oils (Essential Oils for Pets & Their People) business several years back and it was moving forward and doing well.  Then the company I was a distributor for was hit by the FDA.  I was one of the first to get notice, I had to change my posts or shut it down. It was impossible to delete or change hundreds of posts in such a short period of time. After over 2 yrs. of building a business, everything had to be shut down.  My blogs, my FB page and all social media, my website, etc.  Everything GONE…just like that!

I was devastated!  But, I eventually let it go and moved on.  Everything I had worked for was gone, but the calling to do what I love did not stop. You know that inner calling that won’t rest till you pursue it?  Because it is a part of who you are, it is what you are here to do. You must follow your passion, your heart, your soul!

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*This beautiful watercoloring is by hatakeyondaime – Link to this artist: 

https://www.deviantart.com/hatakeyondaime/art/Devastated-413130942

I had to think how I could start again.  How could I approach this, when I was SO limited on what I could say about the oils. I was frozen in fear to start again. For years I wasn’t sure how to get started again. I made some attempts, but fear often won it over.   I had to get the courage to start again, even if it failed, it was better then not pursuing my passion.  So, I started again.

I don’t have it all figured out and it is MUCH harder this second time around.  Being a solopreneur is HARD work.  Working several different jobs, caring for my animal family of 6 (2 horses, 4 cats, all rescues), managing a household, and doing all that a new business requires!  It can be a bit overwhelming!

For me, it was not a choice. No matter how hard it was, I had to go after it.  It was better then sitting at a 9-5 job, with a idiot boss, and toxic co-workers!  Being in a regular job would be as final as death itself.  I couldn’t bare to think of it!

So, here I am, going for it….again!

This blog just might become one about starting a business of your dreams!  Following all the challenges and ups and downs of being an entrepreneur.

For now, I hope that it inspires you to pursue what sits in your heart. Follow that intutition I have spoke about in my Pink Elephants blog posts.  Just quiet that noise around you, and do what comes to you.  No logic, no thinking about, just follow it.  As you listen more, that inner voice will become clearer and clearer.

Image -intuition quote by Albert Einstein

I hope that you will come over and visit my FB page, and my website. Especially, if you have pets!  If you like what you see or hear, go ahead and follow my page. I would be so pleased to have some of my Pink Elephant crowd join me on my newest journey!

FB Page:  The Peacock Pet Cafe

Website:  www.peacockpetcafe.com

Hope all is well with everyone!  Missed you all!

Cheers to you following your dreams!

By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright  August 22, 2018

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Being Yourself Makes The Greatest Impact

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I had stopped into Pet Supplies last night to pick up some cat litter for my house kitties.  Walked over to the aisle and began reading the many prices and sales that were displayed for cat litter. As I was shopping, trying to make a decision, a young woman (employee) walked up to me and asked me if I was finding everything ok.  I sighed. Groaned. Finally my words rolled off my tongue.  “I am just trying to make a decision”.  She said, “Can I help you with that?”.  At first, I was thinking, yes you can help, by just going away and leave me to get this done.  Then I stopped, and my thoughts shifted. 

My week and day had been yet another challenging one and over filled with too much activity. It was the last day of the week, I was on call at my driving job, and I was running weary.  

I got up from my crouched position near the floor, and said, “Yes, you can help!” “Where are all the litter bags or boxes that are on sale?” “Do you have any of those in stock?” 

“We don’t”, she said. “Some lady came in and bought them all up”.  It was about 5 shelves of different litter, all gone, all on sale.  “Bought them all up!?”, I asked her.  A young man at the end of the aisle way was stocking and said something to the young woman (which I didn’t hear) that was helping me . She repeated it to me. “She had 8 cats”, another woman who also worked there, was joining the conversation.  “8 cats, that’s allot of cats!”, I said. “Probably a rescue”, I said.  The two women nodded their heads. The other woman disappeared into the back room, and the young courteous woman stood near, determined to help me come to a decision. 

 “8 cats, ok, well, I have 4 cats, so I guess I can’t say too much about her having 8 cats!”, as I chuckled at my on awareness.  Chattering on,…..“2 house cats, 2 barn cats,”, I said, “Course I didn’t want those  barn cats. “They just show up at my barn”, I said. 

Starving to talk to someone and enjoying this young woman and how helpful and kind she was, I began to tell her the story of Kichi and then Mr. Mustache.

I just got a new cat, that I did not want, I told her.  He showed up at the barn one day, and I did not feed him for 2 days. I was hoping he would go find another barn. He was very friendly but was very skinny. When I laid my hand on his body, I could clearly feel every detail of his rib and his spine. 

I am single, I don’t need or want another mouth to feed. I’m struggling as it is!  I need someone to rescue me, not rescue yet another cat! I laughed at my predicament. She laughed along with me.

Then I said to her, “Find a man and get married!”. “And make sure he has money!”  And if you love him too, then great!”  “But find someone who has money, you DO NOT want to be single!”  I laughed, and then my face became stern and solemn. I looked directly at her.  “I am serious”, I said. She said, “Oh I know, my dad tells me the same thing”.  “Really!”, I said.  “Well listen to your dad!”.  We laughed it off and then I went on to tell my story of Mr. Mustache. 

2 days passed, in my hopes he would go to another farm.  Then my whole body slumped, and softened in demeanor.  “But I couldn’t do it”. “I couldn’t turn him away and he became mine”.  

But, it didn’t stop there, I told her.  For he was a male and needed to be neutered.  I told her that is the first thing I plan for, as I had done with my other barn kitty.  I get them neutered or spayed.  “No more kittens”, I bellowed at her.  She smiled and agreed with me.  Listening intently with her body moving to each language my own body spoke. From the emotional expressions of weary, to the frustrated, to the kind hearted. She just had this great energy about her, I couldn’t resist.  

I continued on to tell her he needed to be neutered, and I really didn’t have the money for another cat. But, there he was, I had taken him on, and he was just irresistibly cute. I said, “they choose us, these cats that come from who knows where”.  My other barn cat was probably dumped, and I believe she was a housecat, before she was a barn cat. She too just showed up one day in the barn. She wasn’t as starving as Mr. Mustache was, and she had no issues, plus when I took her in to be spayed, she had already been spayed.  Her heart sank, as I told her how they had probably been dumped. I told her, that most farms take on cats that just show up one day. They choose the people and the farm, whether feral or friendly. The young woman’s face lit up with delight, as she heard of the stories of my barn cats and the lives on a farm. 

I began to wrap up the story, as I felt I had taken up enough of her time and I had to move onto the next duty of the night.  “Do you want to hear the best part of the story?”, I said.  I told the story of Mr. Mustache on my FBook page, and the struggles I had taking care of yet another cat.  I just did not have the money to do it all.  And I had to have him neutered, soon! So, two people from my FBook page donated the money so that I could get him neutered.  “Isn’t that awesome!”, I said, “They did?!”, she said. “That is so wonderful!” “You don’t know how much that means to me!” “It restores my faith in humanity”.  “I know”, I said.  She put her hand to her chest, and she almost shed a tear of joy, by the story of Mr. Mustache. “That means so much to me”, she said. “You don’t know how much that meant to me”, she said. “Especially today and how the world is today”.  I said, “I know”.  “I am so glad the story of Mr. Mustache helped you!”.  Now you can tell others on your FBook page all about a woman who came into the store and told you of the story of her barn cat, Mr. Mustache.  She smiled and offered to carry my cat litter I just purchased, to my car.  

The impact of one cat, Mr. Mustache upon my world, my Fbook world and the world of this young woman.  

But, in the moments following this simple exchange of conversation with this young woman, and the story of Mr. Mustache, I realized, it is not the # of followers I have, or how many people I know in the society of life, it is the impact I make in the world around me.  It is just being myself that I make that impact.  And with no expectations of what I should or should not be doing, as I ran a simple errand, I was able to be myself, and tell the story of being myself. All from a cat that chose me, simply because I am who I am.  And in this story of Mr. Mustache I realized that is when life is at it’s best. When I am just being me, doing what I do, with no expectations of the moments.  Living life, as I live it, being me. 

By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright Feb. 24, 2018

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Let Love Prevail!

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My senior cat (Lexi) is partially blind and deaf, in addition to having Vestibular disease (similar to Vertigo in people), where balance is a problem. She lost her long time cat companion (Thea) of 16 years, nearing 2 yrs. ago.

After Thea passed on, Lexi became extremely needy and dependent. She cried for hours and hours, while I was home and when I was gone, and through the night as I slept not far from her. I did all I could to comfort her, but the crying continued. I thought perhaps after some time had passed she would improve, but she continued to cry no matter my efforts to comfort her.

A year and a half passed, and the crying continued. I decided to get a new kitten, in hopes that it would somehow comfort Lexi, and be a solution to her crying.

The kitten arrived and Lexi was not very accepting of the new kitten, but the crying stopped.

Lexi’s home is a smaller apartment that allows enough space for wandering, or enough space where I can disappear out of her sight, and she will cry wondering where I have gone. I come to her field of vision, to let her know I am here, still by her side. For, I can only imagine, how scary it must be to her to live in her world where she exists in near silence, and where her vision is limited. For over 17 years she has been my companion, and I hers.

Even though I have done my best to comfort her in her crying days and nights since her companion passed, it was not till this week, that I truly understood the loneliness and devastation she must feel, when I am all she has left in this world.

She lives in this silent world, with not being able to see me at all times, she cries out, unknowing where I am, awaiting for me to return to her side. Despite the limitations of her world and her not knowing where I might be, or if I will return, she lives a life of consistent routine, her only true security.

With this experience one might realize there is a quiet understanding that there is nothing visible or audible to be known of one’s future, there is only one thing left, the inner knowing of faith.

As Lexi cries out to me, in fear she has been left, amongst the blindness and in her silent world, I wonder how many others of this world are left in the seclusion from others, and there is no one to answer their call. How many oI those truly understood the fear she must feel, each time I disappear out of her sight. For she has no understanding of faith. I am all she knows.

So, I stand now, sometimes recognizing a world that does not always answer our cries. Yet, if I can not walk away with anything else, I can know that I was there to answer many calls of those that called in distress.

For in the end, all we have is what we have done to make this world a better place for others, and ourselves, along with the memories of those moments. Whether they are humans or the animals that grace us with their presence upon our journey here.

We can offer light to those in darkness, and open our hearts to listen to those who have had silence in their world. Whose cries have been left unheard.

Create a world for others, and yourself, where the light shines in. Where hope thrives, faith lives, inner strength perseveres and love prevails!

*faith | fāTH | noun1 –complete trust or confidence in someone or something:

By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright Jan, 14, 2018

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Winter’s Night

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In the cold of a winter’s night (11 degrees and falling last night), I arrived at the barn.

Dressed like a mountain man from head to toe. My boots crunched against the worn snow path to the barn. The kitties came out to greet me, stretching from being nestled in their warm beds.

I went at a slower, more relaxed pace to feed, finally being able to enjoy the company of my equine friends. Unhurried with the usual busyness of life and work.

It was time to get back in routine with Maya again, working on her Parelli games and circles. It was so incredibly quiet. Not a noise could be heard. The dead cold of winter echoed it’s name back to me, on this moonlite night.

Maya and I retrieved to the corner of the front paddock, where footing was by chance, still in good standing, for some circles at a trot. I was calm and I could feel likeness from Maya of this energy I had.

We played our Parelli games and did some circles, and she was just as quiet about my asking, as the night around us.

I then let out Jay, and we all walked across the untouched fallen snow in the front pasture. Maya willingly followed me and I encouraged and praised her with her forward movement.

The moonlight, so beautifully, offered light to our walk. The snow easily moved upon each footstep we took onto the earth’s bounty of goodness.

Across and around the front pasture we trekked. Maya and I leading the way, Jay following in our footsteps. All went so well, I took it further and went to the back pasture. The three of us creating a new path upon the freshly fallen snow. The moon lit up the entire pasture, as if the light of an angel had gleamed it’s beauty across this small patch of nature.

Upon the moonlit night, myself and my equines enjoyed the quiet company of each other, not a thought of it’s cold, but in awe of it’s beauty.

Copyright December 31, 2017

By Diana Wanamaker

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Into the New Year

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Here we leap out of one year into another!

May the blessings of this year follow you into the next!
But most importantly of all, we are still here, alive and in this moment, ready to capture and experience the next!
For this, we give thanks, for tomorrow is not promised.

Happy New Year and well wishes to all of you!!

Most of all thank you to my followers!

Diana Wanamaker

The Soulful Answers to our Healing Journey

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What is amazing about the restorative flights of the healing journey, is what unfolds  in the discovery about oneself.

What can be incredible about beginning a healing journey, is how one discovery leads to another discovery. How those discoveries of attraction can so gently guide you towards a path, to offering a life that is of more light and less darkness.

Be amazed of it’s wonder, how things that you are attracted to, things that were just soulfully known within you, were actually leading you to this healing place (or person).

It seems we can become so busy with the work of ‘attracting’ goodness and light into our world, that we can forget to stop and look at what information is coming in, to answer that very request of attraction we originally were seeking.

Treading along on the busy round-about, there can be so much information coming in, too fast, a person can become confused on what is what. It is only in the quiet moments of our week, when that busy treadmill stops, that it becomes more clear what has come from our spirit and angel guides.

In this quiet momment of our week, discover there are several things throughout the previous years and months that were actually leading us to that point of discovery. That point that was there to answer the unanswered questions. The beginning of the solution.

It is all to easy to push them away, get confused, get overwhelmed, get stressed, go into survival mode, and those angelic answers become lost in the muddle of a minds thoughts.

They are persistent and continue to appear and when it finally becomes an awareness to us, it is like watching a flower unfold, it’s beautifully colored petals open and reach out for the warmth of the sun.

Recognize these moments, realize you are not alone, you never were alone. You are being guided all the while. Your questions were not disdainfully ignored, it is just  a matter to quiet oneself long enough to listen.

Although, it seems answers are not always a BAM, here it is, it is more like a soft, gentle ride to the solution. Too much, too fast for those big expeditions of life’s answers, would be like eating ice cream too fast.

Pay attention to that what you are attracted to. Those attractions that come calling to your spirit again and again. Spend less time and energy trying to ‘do’ all the laws of attraction and pay more attention to what is already in place. The soulful answers from the guides that are already there by your side, brings you closer to your hearts yearnings.

By Diana Wanamaker

Nov. 19, 2016

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