Paula deChelly, ladies' woman, creative artist, single parent and musician, was re-born in the Spring of 2013 on Easter Sunday, March 31st.
Paula fancies nature and this re-birth only intensifies her love of going to the mountains, being in nature and soaking up the many high vibrations that are found in the Great outdoors.
She is purported to have brought even more house-plants into her small "nest" of an apartment -- particularly ones with colorful blossoms or color in their leaves. Her coffee table is graced with purple, pink and yellow, and, of course, green, green, green.
Paula has always loved the women in her life. Even though the relationship with her mother (deceased) was complicated and confusing -- Paula attributes the development of many of her passions today to her mother's generosity. Also foundationally significant were her Great Aunts -- Leonie and Marguerite. Her sister, Susanne, has been a beacon of love and life and this, with the re-birth, is bound to shine even brighter.
Paula excels at listening to people, finding treasures in thrift stores, being generous with her time, her family and friends and her resources. Creating and bringing masks into form, playing and writing music, and simply "being" in the moment will all just get better and better.
She loves dogs and has had nine of them in her life. (Mitsy, Marcus Aurelius, Tristum, Happy Dog, Hobbit, Johnie, Arty, Abracadabra and Ladybug). Paula is currently finding ways to nurture and care for Ladybug in her "Golden Years". This is teaching her opening of the heart with deep compassion and love.
Paula loves her son, Shannon, and her granddaughter, Amelia, her daughter-in-law, Kirstyn and soon to be Grandson, Finn. As a single parent she did her best to keep a steady course and now is reaping the rewards. Her re-birth will only enhance these relationships.
Despite the many challenges of many dramatic changes in her life Paula has been an inspiration to many people. Her openness and sincerity has drawn many beautiful friendships that promise to blossom and unfold now even more.
Spirituality has been an ongoing quest for Paula and she has pursued many paths on her journey toward consciousness and wholeness. The re-birth will enhance and magnify the present moment so much -- the vibrational level will get so high -- the future promises to bring many joyful experiences of Spirit.
Taking care of herself has always been secondary to taking care of others. The re-birth will solidify the recent shift of putting herself first. Her many activities: meditating, practicing Tai Chi and NIA to name a few things and quiting smoking (the hardest challenge in her life) are bound to embolden her into a greater life now.
Just what is the re-birth? She doesn't exactly know. It is a renewal. A re-directing. A new perspective. It interjects joy into every aspect of life and aligns you with your highest being and with something greater. It brings you into the moment and allows you to "be". Fully present. Re-newed. Re-born.
Paula asks that to honor her now you support equality for all people: LGBTs, women, the poor, the sick and all people who are depressed and oppressed in any way. As for Paula, she will spread her wings with this re-birth, pray, play, create, give and receive from Spirit and live with joy each moment she is given.
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Sunday, March 31, 2013
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sentimentality
One of the things about my father that both fascinated and annoyed me growing up was that he was sentimental. He wasn't mushy--it felt different than that. He wasn't gushy, maudlin, sappy, soft or schmaltzy. It was more that he had a deep emotional affect to the things that happened around him. His response wasn't extravagant--he just seemed to have an extremely large heart.
Now mind you, this never involved me directly. Because he was a typical distant 1950's father I was never the object of any sentimental emotions from him, or for that matter many emotions at all. This was more evident with people in our small farming community when they were ill or had died, the loss of things, when something changed or anything to do with animals.
I remember when I was quite small going out to our farm to find a mother calf in labor with a breech calf. After working what seemed like a number of hours the calf was born dead. My father had large tears dropping on his cheeks all the way home, although he did not say a word.
This tenderness seemed quite foreign and a sharp contrast to our relationship which was angry, rough and empty of emotions. I distantly observed his reaction to others and couldn't help but notice what I would call "sentimental reactions" to things.
Partially because of our remote relationship, I seemed to take a more "middle of the road" with my own responses to others and things in my life. This was more comfortable for my personality and also provided me with the illusion that I was different from my father. I think this helped ease the pain that I wasn't even conscious of feeling.
This afternoon I opened my Facebook and there was a picture of my son's cat. My son and his family are moving to London next week and decided after many discouraging calls to multiple airlines to find the cat a good home and leave him in the States.
I have to admit, my reaction to their giving away the cat was much larger than I would have expected. It surprised me how sleepy and almost depressed I became. I had a deep feeling of loss and a lot of sadness.
I began to wonder if the cat was a catalyst for getting me more closely in touch with the kids moving so far away. My reaction to the cat was just to big.
So, I have to admit--I am feeling sentimental. My mind is picturing all my lovely visits with my little Granddaughter over the last 16 months. I am going back into the past remembering just how wonderful it felt to be with all of them. My mind and emotions are also racing forward, tripping on the unknowns of the future. Will I get to see them? Will my grandchildren get to know me and me them? How will I ever make this situation work?
When I finally bring myself back to the present--there it is again: I am feeling sentimental. No matter how hard I am trying to be different from my father--this response is the same as his. And it somehow seems okay with me. My heart is enormous and heavy and feels as though it will burst. And, yes, tears are running down my cheeks...
Now mind you, this never involved me directly. Because he was a typical distant 1950's father I was never the object of any sentimental emotions from him, or for that matter many emotions at all. This was more evident with people in our small farming community when they were ill or had died, the loss of things, when something changed or anything to do with animals.
I remember when I was quite small going out to our farm to find a mother calf in labor with a breech calf. After working what seemed like a number of hours the calf was born dead. My father had large tears dropping on his cheeks all the way home, although he did not say a word.
This tenderness seemed quite foreign and a sharp contrast to our relationship which was angry, rough and empty of emotions. I distantly observed his reaction to others and couldn't help but notice what I would call "sentimental reactions" to things.
Partially because of our remote relationship, I seemed to take a more "middle of the road" with my own responses to others and things in my life. This was more comfortable for my personality and also provided me with the illusion that I was different from my father. I think this helped ease the pain that I wasn't even conscious of feeling.
This afternoon I opened my Facebook and there was a picture of my son's cat. My son and his family are moving to London next week and decided after many discouraging calls to multiple airlines to find the cat a good home and leave him in the States.
I have to admit, my reaction to their giving away the cat was much larger than I would have expected. It surprised me how sleepy and almost depressed I became. I had a deep feeling of loss and a lot of sadness.
I began to wonder if the cat was a catalyst for getting me more closely in touch with the kids moving so far away. My reaction to the cat was just to big.
So, I have to admit--I am feeling sentimental. My mind is picturing all my lovely visits with my little Granddaughter over the last 16 months. I am going back into the past remembering just how wonderful it felt to be with all of them. My mind and emotions are also racing forward, tripping on the unknowns of the future. Will I get to see them? Will my grandchildren get to know me and me them? How will I ever make this situation work?
When I finally bring myself back to the present--there it is again: I am feeling sentimental. No matter how hard I am trying to be different from my father--this response is the same as his. And it somehow seems okay with me. My heart is enormous and heavy and feels as though it will burst. And, yes, tears are running down my cheeks...
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