Bunny

Last night on a small bunny was in our garden.  I knew that there was meaning in this, so I looked up the meaning 

This is what it had to say:

“Bunnies: fear, timidity, nervousness, humility
Medicine includes moving through fear, living by one's own wits, receiving hidden teachings and intuitive messages, quick thinking, strengthening intuition, and paradox. Bunnies also represents humility, because he is quiet and soft and not self-asserting. Rabbit reminds us not to be afraid. Fearful thoughts reproduce (like rabbits) and bring the very thing we fear. Rabbit people are so afraid of tragedy, illness, and disaster, that they call those very fears to them to teach them lessons. If you see Rabbit or in any way feel attracted to him, it may be telling you to wait for the forces of the universe to start moving again, to stop worrying and to get rid of your fears. It always indicates a need to re-evaluate the process you are undergoing, to rid yourself of any negative feelings or barriers, and to be more humble.”

This was a very timely message for me as I had been thinking and expressing some fears earlier that day which had caused me to self-sabotage. 

1. Meditate – by meditating, greater creativity comes in
2. Passion – get more clear about what you are passionate about right now. We are all powerful. No one has an edge on being powerful.
3. False belief, ideas and concepts – Those are the things we repeat to ourselves: “I’m not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, etc.” These are all false beliefs and she suggested to do “The Work” of Byron Katie who asks four questions:
1. Is it true?
2. Can you absolutely know it is true?
3. How do you react when you attach to that thought?
4. Who would you be without that thought and then turn that thought around.

Obviously, I need to focus on #3 “The Work”! Thank you Great Spirit for giving me the sign I needed to reinforce this. I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams and I thank you for the gentle nudges you give to me to do the work that I need to do.
In gratitude,

Hanging with the Gilhooly's and the Stafford's

Good times...

First Day of First Grade

Dearest little Ryleigh,

It was with a mixture of joy and sadness that I kissed you goodbye outside your classroom this morning. Thank goodness you made it easy for me. Your confidence and excitement about this new chapter were infectious, and your words of reassurance filled me with pride: “Don’t cry, Mama,” you said. Then I heard you whispering to your little brother, “Guess what! Today I’m going to school and I’m so excited.” And you kissed his head. 

You are ready, I know, and I have no doubt that you’ll tackle school with the same intensity with which you approach life on a daily basis. It’s just a bit hard for me to let go. School will teach you many things, and these are the ones I hope most for you.

• May your innate curiosity never be quelled or shrunk by curricular limitations. Please keep those random, adorable, and intelligent questions coming for the rest of your life. Never stop wondering “why” aloud.
• May you love learning, revel in the absorption of knowledge, and always hunger for more. Think of school as giving you the tools for learning that you will use for the rest of your life.
• May books be your best friend forever – an escape in times of sorrow, a source of information when you have intellectual cravings, a friend when you’re feeling lonely. Books are a way to learn the lessons of a thousand lives without doing it all yourself, so never underestimate their power.
• May you learn that people are wonderful. I hope you don’t meet unkindness along the way, but if you do, may it not sour your opinion of others. Everyone has their burdens to bear and their reasons for being the way they are. Be patient, loving, and kind yourself.
• May you always be proud of who you are. Your father and I have raised you to the best of our ability, pouring our hearts and souls into making you the wonderful little boy you are. Remember: There is nothing you can do that will ever stop us from loving you. You’re stuck with us for life!

Your little brother and I will be there to pick you up in a few short hours. We watched you in the playground. You were playing soccer, and – you were right – I suddenly felt happier. Your brother, on the other hand, keeps trying to run across the street to go get you. He is very confused about why we ‘forgot’ you at school this morning.

I love you so much and am honoured to be your mother. What a privilege it is to watch you grow.

-Mama