How to Survive being Sensitive - The Real Truth Uncovered

We were driving in the car when she leaned over to me on her 16 year old elbow and asked “Are there lots of sensitive people?” She turned and looked at me, then back to the ocean in our view ahead.   "Hmmmm" I said thoughtfully. "What a great question."  

And away we went. We dove in talking about how only 10% of the population would probably be outwardly sensitive and what mass mind is and how do we fit into all of this… and what it means to be wild and free and how does one survive being sensitive anyways.

So how does one navigate the tender landscape of sensitivity. That place that many want to wipe away as if it doesn't belong to being human?

The skill of woman-oeuvring this innate ability is not always an easy task and it is one that we are taught very early to often ignore or be ashamed of. This aspect of ourselves, that many call Sensitive with a flavor of disapproval, comes with a 'sense' of being something that might not be okay. But in reality, the 'sense' we feel is more of an awakening to a skill being honed. Not something we need to hide or be ashamed or scared of.

How many times did you hear growing up… 

"Oh, you're just too sensitive . . . " 

I know I heard it a lot. And when I heard it, I felt like there was something wrong with me. But the truth was, nothing was wrong with me. I just needed a guide, like the women in the red tents use to do, and just know that this was a skill I needed to hone and use as a guide in my life and also as an indicator of my path.

For the Wild Woman being sensitive is part of her landscape. And woman-oeuvring is delicate and raw, deep and cut throat, necessary and niggling and sometimes feels like a nuisance. I know, sounds dramatic. But sensitivity is something, we as women, need to navigate.

For the Wild Woman... sensitive is being responsive, aware, conscious, alive and highly feeling. She strives to be strong in her vulnerability, to allow her delicateness to shine through and to be raw in her bravery. She knows her subtly, her ease, her emotive nature. To some in society, this is called being sensitive. 

To me, is it called being alive and a blessed skill helping us to navigate our true path.

We must stand up in this innate power with attentiveness as she is mindful in her service to us. To help, I've created a Sensitive acronym to help you along your way and help you to hone your divine and wild skill. As she is here to help us navigate our path. 

Let's look for a moment at what "being sensitive" really means and how it really is a survival skill and magical talent of the most extraordinary proportions. 

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The Wild Woman Sensitive Acronym

S = Soulful

E = Elevated

N = Ninja

S = Sensory

I  = Imperfect

T = Telepathic

I  = Investigative

V = Vulcanish 

E = Enough

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What does this mean?

Soufful

The Soulful woman is a woman who really needs to be aligned with her soul. She can not step into the mass stream and follow unconsciously where they take her without any thought to her heart and destiny. Some think, she’s sensitive because she can not fit into that box...  

Some tell her "You're just too sensitive" but  for the Wild Woman, it just sparks that place in her that acknowledges her need to be soul driven instead of manipulated or shoved into what is not in her own best interest or into the mass mind consciousness. She knows that she is here to be herself. That's where her gifts lie. And that is what is important. As that is what the world is waiting for. 

She is soulful, with a soul that is whispering to her and guiding her way through special signals. This sacred skill of sensing, feeling, and interpreting helps her to stay on her path which thrives when attended to.

Elevated

To be in the norm is not the path of the wild woman. She must elevate herself into the light, and surround her self with those who also travel this path. It is imperative that she moves in a way where she can rise up and where she can empower others to rise up with her. 

She desires to be with like-minded souls, to stretch out of the patterns keeping her stuck, to bust open the habits that don't expand her. Tolerating is not something she is good at and to some, this is considered a good thing. The Wild Woman knows to raise herself to the vibration that is more fitting for her, to seek that which is in alignment with her being and to feel where this exists in her. This is what is important. Realness. Connection. Truth of being. It is honing her vibration and setting the course of her mission here on Earth.

Ninja

Being a Wild Woman is sometimes like running underground on a covert mission. She infiltrates and observes and honors the path.The popular way of being is not in her folklore. She instead strives to zone in on her martial art, searching for the origins of her soul and her meaning here on the planet. She is skilled in self-defense, attack, and unarmed combat with incoming information and learns to nourish herself through her sensations and perceptions. 

Her energy barefoot, she trains herself mentally as well as physically to listen to what is presented to her and take the action she needs in service to herself and the world. Her senses specifically tuned, she holds great honor on her path and stays open to the legend of the Wild Woman Tribe.

Sensory

The Wild Woman has antennae. For real. Her physical feelings and perceptions result in her capacity to contact the feelings she has in her body. She is inexplicably aware and possesses a wide range of perceptions allowing her to sense things before they sometimes happen or that are happening but can't be seen . . .  like the sensation that something is about to happen. She can spot someone across the room who is in need, depressed or alone. She can feel into what needs to happen.  

She has a 'sense' of humor, a 'sense' to leave the room, a 'sense' of meeting you before, a 'sense' of impending danger, a 'sense' of purpose. This sense helps her intuition and her skill is highly attuned.

Imperfect

She knows that all she is in this moment, is what she is. She knows that the past is the past, the future has not yet arrived and that she is always becoming. This gift is transferred without any conditions having to be met. There are no requirements except to feel what she feels and be what she is. Her flawed global traits are what makes her what she is. Her broken places allow her to crack open into her heart. And she knows, imperfection is the perfection. Broken is Whole. 

She sits in the cadence modulating into structure, or simply part of a sequence of moments comprising the whole of who she is. She accepts the rhythm of her own beat, in her own time, in her own way. She senses into it. 

The laws of life and destiny of her spirit keep her beautifully arriving into herself everyday, never to stagnate or stay the same. Listening always to the movement. She feels and senses her way through. This is the glory of imperfection.

Telepathic

She is a visionary, an oracular pendulum of rare second-sightedness. She does not need to be told, for she feels, intuits and senses. Her way of tracking herself and her world are designed for her particular purpose. 

She has an ability to transfer information from a sensation to a feeling and following through on what to do or to a 'knowing' without words. You might see it as thinking of a person and then seconds later, the person calls on the phone and she says "I was just thinking of you" … That's the sensitive Wild Woman, aware of communication we can not always see. 

Investigative

The Wild Woman has a private eye skilled with many ways of seeing. Always the best when she is curious, she is rare in her ability to allow for all to present itself. She is inquisitive and naked when it comes to wanting to know the truth. This truth leads her to places many others can not necessarily feel and see. Some call her wise, but it is her investigative qualities and fleshy way of feeling her life. 

She makes formal inquiries with herself through that which she experiences in her body, mind, soul and energy and uses this skill for informed decision making. Her agency is to uncover the information she receives through her many sensitivity skills of which she has spent a life time learning and relearning.

Vulcanish 

The Wild Woman can mind-meld, cut through the crap and see what is real. Her ears are pointed to her tender vulnerability and she knows without a doubt her enchantment with her life and her complete and absolute perfection with her journey. So therefore, anything else, doesn't matter. She observes her sensations in full awareness, thus allowing her to have first contact with any kind of outside influence. 

Reasoning and logic follow a slightly different path for her than the ordinary world. For the Wild Woman, it means consciousness (reasoning) and validity (logic). She views sensitivity as her best friend as this skill in monumental in her help for the transitioning Wild Woman in crucial stages in her life. 

There is no BS when you know what you know and fell what you feel. That's reality. That's truth.

Enough

The Wild Woman never follows a script, and sets out on her mission knowing she has what she needs. Her spidey senses guide her knowing so that with every move she is sufficient and she doesn’t need to be more than she is. She doesn’t need to compare. Her ability to sense into what she needs to complete her self is what her senses tell her. 

She does not tolerate well those who say she needs more or something different or the same. This can throw her into a spot of unbalance. Toleration is not part of the enough equation. Rather, she welcomes the presentation of all that makes her who she is, nothing more, and nothing less. 

Her sensitive ways confirm that which she already is and it's up to her to decide if more is less, or less is more, or if she is enough the way she is in this moment. She knows she has a choice. Her tuned in skills provide her with the path that is hers and hers alone. 

And she walks in this place, with confidence as her senses guide her way. It is enough to know this.

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So the next time you are told "you are too sensitive" or "that it's just because you are sensitive" . . .  instead of falling into a place of judgment or past historic stories of not being good enough or 'right' enough growing up . . . 

Say instead . . . 

"Thank you so much. I'm working on my skills and talents and I really appreciate you noticing!" 

Then walk away into the sunset with a deep smile. 

With love, 

~Elizabeth xo

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About Elizabeth MacLeod, BMus, BEd, CPC

Founder of Wild Woman Enchanted

Hey Wild Woman. Welcome! I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. I write, illustrate, teach and make Wild Woman books and tools for your beautiful and wild heart. 

My calling is to let every woman know it's your birthright to be who you are. I'll help you connect to yourself and your power, grace, wisdom, beauty, glory and wildness. 

I love big screen movies, meaningful words, anything sky blue and I'm passionate about helping women living their best and most authentic life. 

For a better life, go to www.wildwomanenchanted.com and pick up your free guide to living a happier life. It's FREE!

Where Joy lives

Today, watching the Big C on TV while eating dinner, Cathy, the main character, was in a workshop where she was told to go inside and find her joy. 

While she did that, I found myself exploring in my mind's eye about my joy and oddly enough, as often happens in these exercises, I found myself standing at the pulpit at my mother's funeral 10 years ago, talking of her, of our journey together through her illness, of what it was like to be her daughter, of the things she taught me and the things I had learned from her in this profound time that is suppose to be 'sad', but that was infact, so intimately real, and so beautifully connected, and so ultimately caring. I looked out from the pulpit, tears in my eyes, and I looked into the pews and saw my oldest neice, then 10 years old, smiling right into my eyes. 

"Why was she smiling." you ask? In fact, beaming!?

Because when we were in the room with all our family before coming out into church with everyone, I had started to cry. "I've never seen Lizzie cry" she said to everyone. She asked me how I was going to do my talk to everyone in the church and lead the ceremony. 

I looked at her, love in my eyes. I told her all I had to do was look into the pews where she'd be sitting and see her there and I would remember all was good and all was okay. And I told her I would smile at her. That she was beautiful and I loved her. And I would remember that. And it would help me. And all would be okay. Crying or not.

So we all moved into the church. My niece placing herself strategically beside me. I walked up to the stage, bowed to everyone in prayer position, and walked to the pulpit. Tears moved within me. I took a breath in and then out and looked up. 

And there she was amongst the community of people who loved my Mom, leaning earnestly forward in her pew, smiling at me with such intent, that I couldn't miss the beam. It was a grin so big, you might think she was at a birthday party or a celebration so grand it meant incredible smiling! And I guess in a way, she was, as my mother had left here to be birthed into her other world as we all acknowledged her time here and we were celebrating her. 

I couldn't even help it. I smiled back at her. And began. And each time I felt something going on, a little movement of uncontrollable tears, I looked up and over at her. Partly for me. And partly for her. And it was so obvious at one point, I stopped what was planned and told the congregation what was happening. That she was smiling to help me through the rough spots.  You could almost hear everyone smile with us.

Every time tears would start, I would put my head up and and there she was, smiling at me with her little 10 year old body, with the grin of the Universe so big that the only thing that could happen was love. And the congregation came with us.

There was something so special, so real and so very wild . . . seeing all the people from my mother's life sitting before me, over 250, including my friends from childhood, who had traveled the journey with me, those who traveled from far away to be with us that day.

And I remembered how in my self I was that day. It was a good place, filled with everything life is. Connection. Intimacy. Unwavering Support. Understanding. Love. Beauty. And smiles. Funny that it would be at a funeral. Or should I say, celebration of someone's life. And interestingly, so many came over afterwards to say how much the loved the ceremony, how beautiful my talk was and even how I even should publish the eulogy it was so good!

This is where we should always live. In that place where the drama falls away and love prevails over everything. Where the wild is free and the heart is open. A place inside that is so real and so clear that it makes you really know who you are. And a place to feel that and share it with one another.

I stood there knowing exactly what I needed to do, what I felt and how to move. I dared to say what I thought, felt moved with the presence of being, and loved and loving in the awareness of my own self, my own freedom to be, and my own divine spark of wild abandon.

And it made me really think about what that place of connection with the deepest essence of who we are comes from. And I thought about the Wild of the earth, the wild of my heart, and the wild of my ancestors and all their wisdom.  

 And, I thought about being a Woman and that divine spark within us that shines with all that is genuine and authentic and real. I thought of the forests, of my cats, the ocean and the smallest flower that knows exactly who they are and what they need to do and their meaning and purpose in their life. 

I wondered how I allowed myself to be there  . . . and how I forget and move away.

In that heart of who we are, we are our own wild selves, and know how to feel, see, hear, touch and express who we really are. When in the wild of our heart, and the untamed guts of our soul, undomesticated strength of our spirit, and vitality of our energy animated in whatever form that is, we are our true place, and natural state of being…that place of connection with the deepest essence of who we are.

Bringing out the wild knowing in ourselves, that wisdom that knows exactly what it needs, and where to find it, is our part of the natural divine plan. Knowing that what is true is what is simply arising and you find yourself speaking it, walking it, dancing it, feeling it, or just simply being it.   

This is the clarity of being free. We owe it to ourselves, our children, our nieces and nephews, dogs and cats, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, to be in that heart of who we are . . . 

And to smile. Because that's where joy lives.

With love, 

~Elizabeth xo

PS Coming soon . . . my new e-course, enlivening the wild in us all, as individuals, as a community and as a world of women, where we will explore these places of divine smiling and be okay with ourselves as we are, in the moment we are in, no matter what is going on around us. 

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About Elizabeth MacLeod BMus, BEd, CPC

Hey Wild Woman. Welcome!  I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. I write, illustrate, teach and make Wild Woman Books and tools for your beautiful and wild heart.

My calling is to let every woman know it's  your birthright to be who you are. I will help you connect to yourself and your power, wisdom, glory, beauty, grace and wildness.

I love big screen movies, meaningful words, anything sky blue and I'm passionate about women living their best and most authentic life.

Want more? Go get my "great wonderful wild woman guide" to help you live a better life. It's FREE! 

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What Does the Wild Woman Need to Remember?

I received an email from a beautiful Wild Woman requesting if I knew of any prayers to help in hard times and for support. One of the prayers I shared with her, was the prayer of gratitude in my Wild Woman Mystery Card book and card set. Many have told me they have it on their walls. One woman told me she has it by her bedside.

Prayer is a beautiful connection, a direct communication, a sacred healing and a symphonic concert to your Soul path and deepest desires. 

I've been thinking more about this as we come out of our winter caves, return to daylight savings time, and emerge more into the light and thought it would be a good time to share more.

Marianne Williamson would say:

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us."

As we open to the light of Spring and shift back into our power in a different way and head toward the light with elation and fear and maybe even a deep feeling needing a new perspective on life there is only one thing we really need to do and that is 'to remember'.

What does it mean to remember?

Let me show you while at the same time, giving you ways to remember, starting with a prayer from me to you.

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Here is my prayer to you, for you, with you:

Wild Woman . . .
The Divine is always with you
She is always around you
She is always holding you

She awaits your remembering
Knowing that is all you need to do
Little nudges, synchronicities, or a-ha's
will lead you to her

So listen deeply Wild Woman
Watch. Notice . . .
And remember . . .

And so it is.
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By remembering, we can enter a new place. A new inner landscape. A new surroundings. Because it is with the thought, that we can begin to feel more calm, peaceful, loved.

Remember there is a part of you that is so alive with knowing that all you have to do is remember.

What does it mean to remember? 

It only means, all that you wish for is just a thought away. For that thought, will bring a consciousness. What you need is consciousness . . .  and that consciousness, will help you to arrive into the kind of life you dream for.

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Say this prayer to your Self to remember:

Remember
You are not alone
The Divine is always here
She is around you as the air is for you to breathe
The only things you need to do is remember . . .
in your own way, your own time, in whatever way you want to.

Blessed be.
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And as you head into slumber in your nights, I have written a prayer for you to use below along with the ones above. Feel free to use it (or the two prayers above) in the way that suits you for your own personal use.  Change it up, read it aloud or silently as you settle or just read it here so you can remember.

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Say this prayer when you go to sleep. 

Now I lay me down to sleep
I see the moonlight beyond my feet
The window lights into my room
And I see the reason to sleep soon

For in this time is when I fall
Deep beneath the mellowed brow
Of a day that kept me well
And serves to teach things I can quell . . .

And so dear Earth
Slumber deep with me
I'll hold you near
And dream by the sea

And when I wake
I will know
What steps to take
To help me grow ...

Blessed be ... "
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Be well. Sleep well. Remember well Wild Woman  . . . 

With love, 

~Elizabeth xo

PS I will be teaching more about Wild Woman prayer, practice and ritual, in my new e-course coming soon. I'm just putting it together now. If you have anything you would like to see in that course, do let me know and I'll do my best to include it in the teachings for you.

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About Elizabeth MacLeod BMus, BEd, PCP
Founder of Wild Woman Enchanted

Hi, I'm Elizabeth and I"m so glad you are here. Welcome!

I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. I write, illustrate, teach and make Wild Woman Books and tools for your wild and most precious heart.

My mission in life or my "savoir faire" is to let every woman know that it's your birthright to be who you are and it's powerful, graceful, wild, loving and beautiful to live your life from your own authentic place.

I love big screen movies, meaningful words and anything sku blue and I'm passionate about women living their best life with their true selves.

So passionate, I created what many call "Life's Cheat Sheet", a "great wonderful guide" for the Wild Woman. And it's FREE! 


http://www.wildwomanenchanted.com/

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copyright 2014 Elizabeth MacLeod. All rights reserved 

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The Other Side of the Wild Shy Girl

"What's the matter, cat's got your tongue?" he said as I hid behind my mother's legs.  Jerk. As if that's going to help. He was loud, obnoxious, and in my space when not asked. So I hid and was condemned as it was something bad to do.

Wrong.

When my mother was dying, I went back to Montreal to help her with her transition. One day I went to her church group at her request to give a workshop. My grad 5 teacher, Miss Bishop, was there. She looked exactly the same right down to her blond beehive bun. I felt like I had been transported back in time.

"Do you remember me?" I asked. "Oh yes" she smiled as she responded. "How do you remember me after all this time? I inquired. "You were painfully shy" she said. “Wow” I thought.

Sometimes people come to me and say, "Oh but I'm so shy" I say, "that's okay. Me too." I just look like I'm not shy! Doing my passion overrides it all. Searching deep down provides me with the push that takes me over the edge of my shyness and places me front and centre with my mission from the great, most high divine order. And with that, my shyness can exist as I step out and make my way in the world.

Are there times when I have to 'cave dwell'? Sure are! But for me, that's just a gathering of energy, a refueling of my connecting to the divine, a re-orchestration of love for my self and humanity. I think I am the conductor of this mighty life, and it's true, I am. But… when I surrender to the will of the universe, all falls before me as if I was in the lap of God herself.

Now, I've made a company called Wild Woman Enchanted and I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards which was an intense experience just to create, never mind publish.

And it's a far cry from the shy little girl hiding behind her mothers legs. I step out, I step in, I even step behind . . . but I never let the cat get my tongue. I just say "Hey beautiful shy girl, what's up?" And she always says to me where she's at. Maybe I'm moving to quickly to stay grounded. Maybe I'm feeling something inside me that says, "this isn't right." Maybe I'm just not that into it, or maybe it's not safe and I need to reconfigure my foundation.

What ever it is… I know she's got my back in a serious way. I don't have to discard her, I only have to listen and partner with this wise soul that is part of me. When she shows up, I just realize I'm moving out of my comfort zone or something outside me doesn't see me in the way I need to be seen to feel safe. No need to stop. No need to go. No need to do anything, but acknowledge. No need to engage in someone else's energy. No need to fix it. Just acknowledge. Just stay present with myself. That's all. 'Cause I know, she's right there, helping me navigate my path, and keeping me in my truth.

Shyness has a bad rap in the global community. Being shy is not suppose to be a ‘good thing’. But I can tell you from experience, that is not true. She's amazing. She's alert. She's gentle and so very loving. She sees people in ways others can not see. And she loves to dance in the living room to her favorite music when no one is watching.

Does that mean she doesn't dream or step out? Hell no. She's a dreamer of dreamers just like the best of them. She just does it differently, kindly and with the softness of a feather. She will take your hand if you reach out to her and is willing to come out to play without a nudge when she feels heard, safe and passionate. She's so friggin' amazing. I wish everyone could know her.

So is she part of my Wild Woman? You better believe it. And I love her for being there. She's just as wild as the rest of them. She has a unique vulnerability that can take you places you didn't know existed. And with that, your heart can open into something so far beyond what you thought you knew, that all you can do is bend down on your knees and give thanks for having her in your wild life. Who knew?

With Love,

~Elizabeth xo

PS Tell me about the other side of your Wild Shy Girl . . .

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Elizabeth MacLeod BMus BEd PCP

Hi, I'm Elizabeth and I"m so glad you are here. Welcome!

I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. I write, illustrate, teach and make Wild Woman Books and tools for your wild and most precious heart. 

My mission in life or my "savoir faire" is to let every woman know that it's your birthright to be who you are and it's powerful, graceful, wild, loving and beautiful to live your life from your own authentic place. 

I love big screen movies, meaningful words and anything sku blue and I'm passionate about women living their best life with their true selves. 

So passionate, I created what many call "Life's Cheat Sheet", a "great wonderful guide" for the Wild Woman. And it's FREE! 

Peace be with you Dear Soul

The wild seems harsh at times. Forest fires to clear the forest randomly appear, killing everything in it's path. Heightened awareness needed to survive in the woods. A flash flood wiping out everything in it's path. 

But is it really that vicious or is it just the way nature and the cosmos works when it really lives in all its mightiness and all it's creating and all its fullness with a knowing beyond what we can even comprehend? 

And Music. The life it brings to the wildness of our souls . . . 

As I write this, I listen to a recording of William Byrds, Lulla Lullaby, that we were singing at choir rehearsal when one of our choir members dropped slowly to his chair as he experienced a stroke. Like the wild can be, it was sudden. But  surprisingly, it was also soft. Safe. Held. 

Can you imagine, falling in between the worlds while being sung to . . . hearing the words  . . . My sweet little baby . . . accompanied by beautiful harmonies, and gentle voices on the stage at a church doing something you love with others who love it too?

The choir I sing with are the most lovely individuals you would want to sing with. Our choir director too and she knows music well and brings it out of us in a way that feeds your soul. We are there, because we love it. We sing because we love it.

And this night, we were doing our thing together and sounding amazing. This piece moves you. It's just what it does. We are singing this piece in a festival soon, so we know it well. And it really is music to your ears.

Oh. Ouch. My heart hurts. Sharp.  As I write this. Only because as I write this, I remember this moment, with Eric….  My heart has to stretch into the unknown realms that as a living being we don't yet know or remember. Music alone can take you there. This piece alone can open you. And witnessing the beginning of a transition from this world to another, cracks you open.

I can't imagine a better way to begin the transition though. 

As he dropped to his chair, it took a moment for us to realize what was happening, as it was actually rather gentle.  He was tenderly stopped from falling off the chair by his neighbour. We helped him to the floor where he would be safe. Someone went to call 911. I took his head in my hands and held him from behind. 

"I feel fine" he slurred as he tried to stay alert. "Good" I responded. We knew he wasn't. 

But I knew more than that. I knew his journey. I continued to hold his head in my hands. He leaned hard against me. One side not being able to support itself. 

To allow him to feel safe, I told him what was happening  "Eric" I said as I told him who was with him,  "Someone is calling 911 right now. The choir is around you and we will stay here with you. We've called Carol and she's going to meet you at the hospital.  There are two waiting at the window in the front and someone else by the front door to meet the paramedics when they get here so they can bring them here to us." And in that moment as I ended that sentence, he let go. A full breath left his lips. His lower lip rattled with relief as his body let go and relaxed. His breath quiet and even. He didn't have to worry anymore. 

As I held his head in my hands, I prayed silently. And what came was not what I expected. Not that I expected anything really. But it wasn't what I expected. It was one of the most beautiful responses to a prayer I think I've ever felt. And I knew by what I saw and what I felt, that he was dyeing. I didn't say anything. But I knew. I didn't know when, or how long, but it was clear. 

I kept praying and asking for help. It came in. I asked for help for everyone. It came in. Healing energy passing through my hands to Eric's head, it came through . . . and he fell into a deep sleep, the kind of sleep I know is healing, in a normal circumstances. His breaths became deep. It felt right. Good. Healing. This was a good sign in a regular healing session.

"Is he sleeping?" I asked looking at the woman holding his right hand just to acknowledge what was happening and to be clear. "Yes" she responded. We smiled at each other. 

"Eric", one of the members said gently looking at him while holding his left hand "Stay with us" and he woke up. I was glad he slept. And I was glad he woke up. All was good. All was perfect. All was the way it was suppose to be. All was reassuring. Even though we were a little scared. We also were not. What we were, was present.

Time stopped. 25 minutes was like it didn't even exist until the paramedics took him to the hospital. It was only then that I knew it was 25 minutes. It didn't feel like anything at all. Time was not really part of my expereince. 

My experience was also soft. Alert. Peaceful. Protective. Unknown. Full.

And as I held Eric, I could not miss his gentle nature. It came through everything. His essence, fully present.  I could feel my own presence. I could feel the presence to the ethereal. I felt like I was in the presence of God. I knew this man had lived a beautiful life, just by what was here, what I felt. I still can't fully process it all. His funeral only yesterday.

But I can't help but think that death can be peaceful. Beautiful. Held. We make it something it doesn't have to be. 

Eric showed me not to be afraid. He showed me that dieing is like living. We get to wake up into our humanness because you just can't avoid the feelings. It's too profound. So while he was finding his way elsewhere, we were profoundly finding our way too. We were present. Awake. Supporting. Loving.

I see his smile as I write this. He had a beautiful one. A little light in his eyes. Like the light that occurred as he began the transition to his next place with us that night. 

To hold him for that time has profoundly affected me. I feel stretched beyond my skin, beyond my knowing. I feel held by God, by angels, by love. I feel like I know something about life that I didn't know the day before this experience. 

I can't yet go into detail as it is too much for me today. 

But I wanted to share with you another side of the wild. The Gentle, loving side. Death and severe illness may be a harsh thing to witness because we face our own mortality. And that is so much, we need to express ourselves and for me, today, I need to cry. Not because I'm sad only, but because it is a lot to witness and to have the privilege of being present too, and the energy needs somewhere to go. And because it's what we get to do as humans. Cry. Feel. Express. And be held in that.

I'm not sure how to let it all go through me. Yet. But I know it will and it is. I know that today, it might be a little too early to write. 

Or maybe, it's just that what I saw, felt, experienced . . . is only love. Eric was loved. And he loved. And what was around him that night, was love. And what was in the heavens, was love. It was everywhere.

And maybe that's all that needs to be said right now. 

That, and, I will leave you with a rendition of the song we were singing that night when all this happened. Lulla Lullaby, by William Byrd. Thank you William Byrd for your beautiful, loving music. If you only knew how you held us all that night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8mOX__A-q8

Love, 

~Elizabeth xo

PS I know the nature of this post is different. Please feel free to leave a comment, share your experiences or thoughts. I would love to hear from you.

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Elizabeth MacLeod BMus, BEd, PCC
Founder of Wild Woman Enchanted

Hi. I'm Elizabeth and I'm so glad you are here. Welcome! 

 
I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. I write, illustrate, teach and make Wild Woman Books and tools for your wild and most precious heart. 

My mission in life or my "savoir faire" is to let every women know that it's your birthright to be who you are and it's powerful, graceful, wild, loving and beautiful to live your life from your own authentic place. 

I love big screen movies, meaningful words and anything sky blue and I'm passionate about women living their best life with their true selves. 

So passionate, I created what many call "Life's Cheat Sheet" with all the resources you need in one place. It's "a great wonderful guide" and its FREE! 

www.WildWomanEnchanted.com

Why Cats Come to Earth or Why Daisy is Here.

She's wild. But differently. It's a gentle wildness. She follows me from room to room. I leave, she leaves. I get water. She gets water. I move to the kitchen from the living room and she comes too. It's an open concept, so it's not necessary. But she does. Because she's here for me and for Reilly. She's in service. I notice. I see her. 

I pick her up and snuggle her and she raises her little paw in the air. A little hmmm begins as her purrrrr reaches me and softly starts it's healing . . . and then she throws her head back in pure bliss, taking it in and going almost so limp you think she might fall out of my arms. We could all learn how to receive from little Daisy.… This little being is here to love. Love me. Love Reilly. Love you. Be loved. And love her life. Just love.

I remember one of my spiritual teachers saying that cats and dogs come to Earth for one of two reasons. One is because they need a break and so they come back to Earth as a cat or dog to get a break. And others come here to be of service…


Daisy? . . . She's here in service. She's here to love. She's here to make sure I know I am loved. She's here to tell me how cute she is so I can forget about everything else and open my heart. She's here to keep Reilly company when I'm not here. And she's here because Reilly and I need her. She's one of the cutest and softest of gentle blessings. 

Like the touch of an angels' wings. That's little Daisy.

So now, I'm going to get up and go to the living room and even though she's sleeping here beside me in her special place on my desk . . . I might just have to kiss her little forehead in gratitude first before I leave.  Could you resist such cuteness? . . . And when I do, I'll let the love trickle into my soul and ripple into the Universe . . .

And Daisy, she'll just take it in. Such a great big service for such a tiny and vulnerably soft, gentle soul.

Love, 

~Elizabeth xo 

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ABOUT ELIZABETH MACLEOD BMus, PDTC PCC
Founder of Wild Woman Enchanted

Hi. I'm Elizabeth and I'm so glad you are here. Welcome!

I'm the author and illustrator of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. I write, illustrate, teach and make Wild Woman Books and tools for your wild and most precious heart. 

My mission in life or my "savoir faire" is to let every women know that it's your birthright to be who you are and it's powerful, graceful, wild, loving and beautiful to live your life from your own authentic place. 

I love big screen movies, meaningful words and anything sky blue and I'm passionate about women living their best life with their true selves. 

So passionate, I created what many call "Life's Cheat Sheet" with all the resources you need in one place. It's "a great wonderful guide" and its FREE! 

www.WildWomanEnchanted.com

Life is such an Experience. Don't Wait to Feel the Love.

Today I've traveled with my 2 four leggeds Daisy and Reilly, over to Vancouver, to attend my friends Celebration of Life. (The picture above is a picture of the two of us. Blurry but I like it! So did she).

It was a trying experience to leave the house to get there. It required taking both my cats, a ferry and all that required. Daisy has sore teeth and suddenly let out a scream. I've never heard a cat scream before. I guess she had bumped herself and now, her bottom gum was split at the tooth. She was in pain. So an unexpected trip to the vet on the way to the ferry was now happening.

As I was loading the car, I came outside, and around my car were two, what seemed like Giant Pigs. I moved towards the car and they moved towards me. And, when I carried the food out, guess who was coming at full density my way. The pigs. Now there are not small pigs. They are big. Up to my waist, big. And Smart. And when they rub their back with the car, the car moves. That kind of pig. Heavy. And they are tame and friendly. And determined when they think you have food. Forget getting into your car. Forget that you have to cats to bring out. Forget that you can even load the car.

So, I'm going to a 'funeral', I have a sick cat that now needs a vet and I can't get into the car, I missed the ferry, and I was tired.

Is this my life?

Yup. How many people can talk about pigs in their yard? Not saying it's a joyful experience. My neighbour and her animals, well, let's not go there.

So after a call to the local dog control people, as their is not a pig control unit, to come and help me, we started to get things in order. The vet still could see us, but we were now 2 ferries behind.

One might say the syncronicities were such that maybe I shouldn't go to see Pam and celebrate her and our time together and her life here on Earth. But I don't see it as such.

Pam was very open about her experience. I asked her before her death if I could write about it and share pictures and she said yes. So here I am, not sharing in the way I thought I would. That's the joy of  letting things open before you as you move along.

Pam had told me one day, that if she had to do it again, she wouldn't do chemo because her quality of life was so bad. She couldn't use her hands or go out or do the things she thought she would be able to do. She had thought about this and I appreciated her candour. We talked long about this discovery for her.

So, now, here I was. Pigs handled. Car loaded. Cats in. And now at the vet and being told that Daisy needed surgery, that it would cost me over $1300, never mind the pre-blood test and the pain medication she needed to help her right now. . . and that Reilly just had been to the vet too, 3 days prior and after $300, had her meds upped (she's doing okay now)…. I sat there, thinking about life.

The money took me down. Yes. It impacted me.

The whole experience with the pigs was over the top… but a strangely unusual story. And taking two cats with you to someone's house, even though they love them, is not the easiest, stress-free experience.

But that's what it is. An experience. An experience of life that I still get to have. An experience of heart that I still get to feel with Daisy. An experience of appreciation for Reilly as I witness her bravery with the needles in her neck so we can get her feeling better. An experience of the exchange of money so that I can care for my little 4 legged family. I get to experience. Fully. My life.

I get to make decisions about what is working and what is not. I get to laugh at the TOTAL absurdity of pigs in my yard. Maybe a funny joke from Pam about life's appreciation! I mean, who else can tell that kind of story on the way to a funeral.

Pam told me also, as she traveled through this time and heavily into the treatment. "You know Lizzie, I really know I am loved. It took cancer for me to know it. I couldn't feel it before. But now, I know. Without a doubt. Cancer has been a gift that way." She wept. I understood. I wept too.

So on the way to the celebration of my friends life, I got to get right deep down into the wildness of life. I got to experience life. Fully.

And I got to love, and know I'm loved, with my little 4 leggeds, with my own witnessing of my heart with their illnesses, with my friends who patiently waited and supported us as we arrived. And arriving in the dark, late and having my bags, all of them, carried into the house for me. Thank you! And with the bed I slept in with two stressed cats, walking over my face in the night, just to make sure I was here.  And experiencing every moment.

Life.

It's an amazing experience. Those syncronicities? They were not for me to say I shouldn't come. Although it could have looked that way because of the enormous effort it took. They were there for me to show me how full my life was. That everything was so rich. That my heart could stretch beyond it's known capacity again and again. And yes, I was tired at the end of the day. Almost in tears from the 3 ferry late struggle. But that makes me happy. Happy as I travel to spend some time with Pam and think of the wisdom she shared with me along the way.

What a blessing for someone to be so candid, so willing to share their experience. There obviously is so much more. But I will leave you with this . . . it's best to love while you can, even love the pigs in your yard or at least the experience later! It's best to acknowledge that you have the ability to experience at every turn, no matter what it is. We get to be human, beyond our capacity. What a ride. Really.

On the way here, I stopped to get a chicken for dinner at Whole Pay Check! (Whole foods) … and the cashier said "How are you today?" as I placed the chickens on the table before her.  "Oh, I said, today I'm having a day! "Me too" she said. "It's been so strange" "Yes" I responded "and mercury was suppose to go out of retrograde yesterday!" We laughed.

"What happened in your day?" she sincerly asked as she swiped the "buy 2 chickens and get $4 off" deal.

"Well" I said. "My friend died of Cancer. I'm going to her funeral. I had to bring my cats because one of them is sick and needs a pill every 12 hours. That's another story. Then my other cat, Daisy, bumped her mouth, and split her gum only to discover all her teeth need to be removed. She's in pain. In fact, she screamed. I've never heard a cat scream. Poor little sweetie. . . So on the way here, I had to stop at the vet. So here I had two sick cats, pigs in my yard so I couldn't get them to the vet because I couldn't get in the car, money falling out of my pocket into the hands of the vets who are caring for them like it was running water,  mud all over my pants from the pigs (I showed her my leg) I got a ferry 3 times later than I thought I would and my friends are waiting patiently for my arrival. I'm here buying chicken so I can eat dinner and well, I think I'm feeling a little tired" I paused. She swiped the chicken. "But, life is good".  I said as looked at her and smiled.

We both smiled. The irony.  I said a little whisper to Pam.

"Pigs in your yard?" she said inquisitively. "Yup, I said. "I kid you not" And I told her the story.

"That's the best story I've heard all day!" she said. I smiled. "Yeah" I said. "It's pretty good story. Thanks for asking so I could share it with you." "Thanks for telling me. You made my day" she said.

We shook hands over the table, because we actually wanted to hug and the cash machine was in the way. No, I didn't know her. But love is everywhere. That's what Pam discovered. That's what her gift to me on the way to her "Celebration of Life" is. She's gifting me. A blessing to be sure. That's what I was getting to see and remember. And I was getting to experience my life fully as I came to celebrate hers.

I'm off to spend some time now, with Pam and her family and friends. I am full. And I am filled. And I am grateful. Thanks Pam. Thank you. Namaste.

With love,

~Elizabeth xo

About Elizabeth MacLeod BMus, PDTC PCC
Founder of Wild Woman Enchanted

Hi. I'm Elizabeth and I'm so glad you are here. Welcome!

I'm an author, teacher, publisher and Wild Woman living on the Sunshine Coast of BC with my 2 four-leggeds Daisy and Reilly. 

Exploring our connection with our selves . . . mmmmmm . . . 

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