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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A Night on the Farm

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After I had finished feeding the horses, my gelding, Jay walked out to the darkness of the night. Maya (my mare) remained in her stall. I grabbed my stool and took a seat to begin my meditation. When I closed my eyes the sounds around me became more apparent. The steady crunching of Maya eating her hay and the soft landing of her hooves hitting the stall floor whilc she walked about her stall, on some given moments.
My mind is chattering, trying to quiet my thoughts. I open my eyes and see Kichi (barn kitty) perched on the hay, next to my side.
I close my eyes again, to once again attempt to quiet my thoughts. I find peace in knowing, even though Jay walked out to the pasture out of Maya’s eyesight, she remains quiet and calm from her stall. I find peace in knowing the warm glow of light from the barn. In this peace there is the knowing that each of my animal family freely has found a comfort in their place on the farm as the day has come to an end.

As I slow down my racing thoughts, I could feel the tension of the week being released.

I sit in mediatation for several minutes and then I feel a presence near. I open my eyes and glance over at Kichi. Her eyes are clearly fixed on something. I turn around to face the front of the barn and there is the tom cat, that appears for a visit from time to time.  When I turn, he doesn’t move, but surprisingly, lays down, and tucks his front legs close to his body. Lying on the ground without any fear. He looks like a Lynx with the mane around his face. He lays there, with no concerns of my movements.
The movements, the noises, the choices the animals bring about, all in the night, speak the language of a night on the farm.

By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright November 4, 2017

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The Favors in the Roller Coaster Ride of Life

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Life is like a roller coaster ride. Sometimes you are at the top of the hill. So very high that you feel as if you can reach the sky. You breathe in the moment of exhilaration and every cell in your body can not ignore the beauty of these moments.

Down the hill you go, with a speed beyond anything you fathom. It is exciting in these blissful moments. Not knowing, just trusting all will be well in your descent.

Then comes the coasting along. The ever secure moments of just floating along in life without any hills to climb. No barricades, no drama, no life changes. Just life as it is in the moments. Taking in all that you have been blessed with and enjoying the tranquility of coasting along.

Without warning, without planning, without any knowledge your coaster goes off track and crashes. Like a ton of bricks. You look back, forward, all around in shock. Wondering what happened. What could I have done differently? What decision did I make that brought me to this crash site? Is everyone ok? Am I ok? What will become of me? The questions of why become everything in those following moments. Devastation. Turmoil. Chaos. Uncertainty. Loss. Grief. Confusion. Surrounded by this life moment of what is much perceived as destitute.

But the coaster still lives on. There is no choice but to get back up, and rebuild what was lost. Perhaps you rebuild it differently this time. Perhaps you keep what works and the rebuilding of it restores your faith in the track again. Perhaps new doors open, and slowly your coaster finds connection with the track again. A new track, an old track, makes no matter, because there you are, in this moment, alive and well. You made it through the crash. There is no denying it.

Soon life blossoms again and you are able to coast along and enjoy the ride of your life at the top of the hill. That which motivates all of us to go on, to relive those moments that take our breath away. Those moments that offer no match.

Honor the moments of the roller coast ride of life. They are as varied as the actual roller coasters we choose to ride. It is this moment, these moments, that make up the tapestry of our life.

Laugh at them. Cry. Throw a tantrum. Jump with joy. Scream with anger. Sleep. Eat. Love. Pray. Give. Take. Remember gratitude. Change. Be humble. Enjoy it all!

Because this is what we get, the NOW.

And remember……This too shall pass…….

Hold onto the blessings that this roller coast ride of your life offers to you. Grasp them as if there is no other like them again.

By Diana Wanamaker

Oct. 22, 2016

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Find Marvel in the Moments

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Sometimes you just need to escape and unravel the marvels of the world. Step beyond the boundaries of everyday life. Do what teases your mind. Unleash the fun, mystery and adventure of life! Live on the edge for a handful of moments. Sometimes all it takes is to walk to the cliff and look below, and imagine stepping off and flying away into an adventure beyond the mundane of life. Stepping over to the other side allows more perspective to the life that is lived. There is only today, this moment. Live it to the fullest! Do what calls out to you, even if it is for handful of moments.
By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright Sept. 6, 2015

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The Window to Our Souls

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I had watched a documentary movie called ‘UnBranded’, about a group of young men that train wild horses and together they ride from the border of Mexico to Canada. 16 wild horses, 4 young men and 3,000 miles.

Their story begins as they choose mustangs from the Bureu of Land Management (BLM), that had never felt the touch of a human hand before. They have never known the tragedy of neglect or abuse, they only knew the wild, as free as one could ever be.
Then the selected horses were taken by a mustang expert and together they trained these wild horses for 30 days. They showed them working with these highly unpredictable animals. As they filmed the placing of a halter on one horse. The trainer slowly put that halter on, careful to keep his distance, just in case the horse went into sudden flight mode. As one of the cowboy’s placed a saddle on his horses’ back, the horse backed up and slightly snorted at this item that was soon to be placed on his back. As they worked the horses in a small round pen, keeping guard and alert to what was going on with each step that horse took, for the horse could turn at any given moment and attack the trainer/cowboy.
I couldn’t help but notice some similarities between what they were doing and some of the same cautions and lessons I had been thru with Sadie (my mule). The fear that you see in their eyes, the uncertainty of the next movement they will make and the months it takes to see a small step of progress forward.
It was a timeline of progression, documenting each milestone as they trained the wild horses, preparing to take them thru the most rugged and untamed country of the United States.  As the training progressed you could see the relationships and bonds that were developed between the cowboys and their horses. The personalities of the horses emerged, and this once wild horse who only feared and hated the thought of a human, now was enjoying the warmth and love from a person’s hands, that had offered them something beyond the wild. It was a beautiful and amazing transformation that took place. The cowboys became emotionally attached to the horses they had spent months training. A partnership where leadership was offered to the wild spirit of an animal, that once only knew leadership from its own kind.

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I couldn’t help but think of Sadie Lou (my mule), even though Sadie had not come from the wild. She had known a life with people, but probably had never really experienced a connection to a person. Before her life at the rescue, I imagine that the home she came from she was asked to work long days. As history of the equines we obtain, it is quite common that there is little known of their past.

It was said that Sadie came from an Amish family, pulling a cart, and was ill treated. In the horse world, it is not uncommon to hear the stories of how the Amish mistreat their horses and mules.  They are considered a work animal, only there to assist them in their duties and providing for their lifestyles’ and living.

There is no bonding, no love, no connection. I imagine Sadie came from a place where she was horribly mistreated. She was to work and work hard, and even though she probably performed, she was abused. Any trust had been broken, any partnership had been betrayed, any possibility of love had been depleted and replaced by a hand of abuse. With enough of that, they start to shut down, they begin to fear any hand, any partnership and resolve to what they know from all that is left, their instinct. With that instinct they do what they know best, to flee or fight when fear enters their world.

What I found interesting as I continued to recall this fascinating film, was some of similarities with Sadie and the relationship I continued to build with her, was much like those wild horses. But I also took notice that even though they shared some commonalties, there was one difference.
The wild horses feared and fought the introductions to captivity and the people they encountered, not because they had ever felt the hand of abuse across their body, but because they are wild. They instinctively feared man.
Sadie’s fear and flight response’s were due to what she once knew about how people can be. She probably has felt the hand of abuse upon her body more times then she cares to feel. She feared remembering what had happened to her. The wild horses feared what they instinctively knew. They feared by instinct, Sadie fears were derived from experience. Both resulting in similar reactions.

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But with the wild horses, they learned to trust, and their bonds and personalities shined a spotlight on what we wouldn’t expect. Domestication from love and leadership was born.
However, if one offers their trust and break it time and time again, there will be a lot slower road to recovery back to trust again. So very much alike, yet so very different.

With that I could really relate to how Sadie felt. How a blow from a hand, asking for her to work again and again, and possibly abusing and neglecting her time and time again, would only result in never really being able to trust a human. I could deeply sympathize with her and what I imagined her story to once be.

I could see how easily that could be a story of my own. Too many harsh words, from too many people. Too many blows across the face, too much betrayal, too often without love, too often tears from relationships that hurt time and time again. To the point, where, like a wild horse, or like a horse that may had taken enough, would just turn and fight or flee! Push and poke long enough and an animal that used to be open will shut down, an animal that used to cower could turn and fight. Take them to that limit, and you never know what to expect, and you never know where that limit will be. Understand that it is not that much different with people.

As they say, horses or mules are the windows to our souls…

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By Diana Wanamaker

October 5, 2015

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Tell your story by Celebrating your History

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We preserve our accounts of history such as; art, sculptures, books, music, historic buildings, and much more. We create holidays in remembrance of great people and all they have done to achieve, which celebrates their history. We create scrapbooks of years past, celebrate birthdays, anniversaries and graduations of achievements and time past, as well as times to come. We share pictures of our own history and the fond memories of times past.  It is testimony of time that defines our culture and writes out story.  By preserving it, we preserve an entire culture and it’s achievements.
We are told that our own history has created and shaped who we are today. Yet in the same breathe we are told to forget the past, leave it behind, live in today. Yet those moments of our past have brought us to this moment.  If we ignore our history, and all that has been, we are saying it never existed at all.   The good, the bad and the ugly of history, whether it is personal or a part of our country’s culture, it needs to be protected.
It should be honored & respected. It is part of who we are.  Glanced at and admired, not just the beauty it has created in this moment but for all those previous moments that has shaped this moment! Just as we would visit the battlefield of the civil war and watch the reenactments, or as we marvel at a painting in a museum of time past. Knowing what was endured to create this moment is just as important as this present moment.  Yet we shun it away, pretend it doesn’t exist, speak of living in today, but many walk the planks of silence with a history that is just screaming to be released. To be acknowledged, to be accepted, to be honored, no matter the battle they fight.  But how can we escape such moments when they too are part of who we are, part of living today and all we have become today.

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Not that we should rent permanent space in those ugly times of our history, or design permanent plots in those moments of ugliness. But to sit in awe & acceptance of it’s existence. Of what we have endured and survived. Weep over the tour of pages, the missing chapters, the stories with chapter heading’s followed by blank pages. Laugh & rejoice at the pages where words leaped out at you and you could imagine the crowds cheering at the amazing accomplishments and hurdles you have overcome.  Preserve the torn and tattered pages, as well as the pages that shine bright colors and glisten in award.  Honor it all. Rarely has any personal history been created without a tragedy or a secret of shame untold.
Our distinctive and unique past is much like a museum of precious art, it’s presence in the moment as you gaze at it’s beauty, also comes with a story untold of how it was created and all that it endured to finally become a piece of beauty in a place of preservation.
Our history, is the moments that have shaped the present and are to be held up and admired!  Remember them as part of your story.

Honoring to all who struggle and to all who have achieved great things because of the struggle!

By Diana Wanamaker

Copyright May 25, 2014

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