If looks could kill I’d slay all day. I’d knock ‘em dead like an advertisement featuring a gaggle of leggy 90’s mega, super models donning Versace with long-burn cigarettes dripping from their perfect pouts. If looks could kill hearts would cease beating, final exhales would rush out on busy street corners and multiple 911 calls would cite a vixen as the criminal. My culprit signature would be high heel footprint everywhere I struck and, though the FBI would trace my tousled mane-sightings, I would always be just out of reach and beyond prosecution. That would be if looks could kill.

When people learn that I have a devoted, daily Meditation practice they look at me with an expression that melds interest, desire, repulsion and recognition. It is like they are shocked because, after all, I look so normal. How could someone Spiritual be shopping at Barney’s New York and be jovial at cocktail parties? I’m often quizzed about this ancient art and am asked again and again, “Why Meditate?”

Responsibility takes on a whole new meaning when you become a parent. You are now responsible for a small child – feeding them, clothing them, keeping them safe, educating them about the correct way to behave…it sometimes feels like a heavy task. I’ve caught myself many times over the past years focusing outwardly on all the ways I am responsible for others; forgetting that most importantly, I am Responsible for me.

“The environment at Cosmos Tree is one of love and acceptance. There is a professionalism with which I am greeted that is gentle and reassuring for what I need to do in a new activity, in an unknown place. I am encouraged to “leave my cares and concerns” while removing my shoes and to “enter into a state of quiet and receptivity”. I know I am in a Sacred Space.

The question I most often get as a parent, from friends, family members and strangers alike, is, “whom do you think your child looks like?” By that I think they mean, “Is your child a physical copy of you or your husband?”

Visually speaking, I don’t think my children look like copies of anyone; they just look like themselves. More importantly, I know through The Teachings brought forth by Dr. Roger B. Lane that the True Focus on this Earth is not an outer one, but is an Inner One.

From a very young age, I was blessed with tender and hilarious friendships that have enriched my world to such a large degree that life changed course with my gravitational pull shifting to curve itself around these dynamic babes. We shared tandem experiences; shot through our learning curve with a matched ferocity and joie de vivre; embraced exotic lands; enjoyed love’s sweet blossom in our hearts; expanded and expressed our talents in careers that featured our strengths and tested us; entered into motherhood with wide-eyed amazement and love-defining moments that ripened us to our core and celebrated each other along the way with laughing hearts.

In a previous post, I wrote about a nighttime Prayer you can teach your children – One that Focuses them on Gratitude and the many Blessings of their life! This is a great way to set the tone for bedtime and to assist your child in Focusing on the Spirit that they are!

In this post, I suggest a way to assist your child in falling asleep. Ah, the magic of bedtime! As a parent of three young ones, I treasure the time my children are sleeping. While I enjoy their wakeful state, after 12 hours straight of baby/toddler/kid time – I am usually ready for a break.

When I was in high school I rarely connected sex to making babies or growing the heritage of families. Likely, because I was a baby myself. Fierce, frisky and a wild child I thought of pregnancy as an unfortunate side effect that could strike down even the bravest and boldest of us Generation Y-ers. Very similar to how I might accidentally ding my rearview taillight while reversing in the high school parking lot post-track meet. I was cavalier to such a point that my blasé approach to conception-free sex was how I thought the biological system worked. I figured that the world was made for enjoyment and playfulness. At least that’s how my petri-dish, microcosm snapshot of life appeared. My existence was filled with young love, laughter and exploration. This was compounded by my rapidly maturing body and an immature teenage frontal lobe.

“How do I become more Spiritual?” you ask?

A search of this question online brings up over 165 million results. If I were to make a bet less than 1% of those links point to the Truth.

The answer, in short, is you Allow yourself to be more yourSelf.

Yes. Simply by being yourSelf. That’s Self with a capital “S”, Which refers to that part of us That is Eternal. Divine. The Spirit we are.

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