Posts Tagged ‘Intention’

Wandering and Wondering … Further Along the Labyrinth

So many people are going through massive shifts right now! It seems like every single person I know, whether friend, family, client or remote acquaintance has found their ordinary world collapsing and reorganizing in February and even more so this week. Welcome to the whirlwind! I actually read that the devastating February 27th earthquake in Chile shifted the earth’s axis in such a way that days have sped up. No surprise there. Well, at least not to me … everyone seems frazzled lately, and intensities continue to climb.

On the positive front: those intensities seem to be pointing towards people’s dearest hopes and dreams coming to fruition. I have lost track of the number of people I know who have recently encountered or reencountered their “twin flame.” The implications of so many people finding and generating so much unconditional love at the same time are huge. I find this extremely encouraging for everyone, because energy works kind of like a rocket leaving the gravitational pull of the earth. We just need “enough” to push through the old restraints. The more people pulsing with massive amounts of pure love, the faster we, as a planet, will shift.

I also know so many clients, friends and loved ones poised on the precipice of changes for which they’ve prayed seemingly forever. Many had long ago lost hope of ever seeing these changes come to fruition, and yet, they have suddenly reappeared on the radar. Money seems to be the remaining holdup, but I see that shifting soon for a lot of people, too.

So … what to do during the waiting period? Ah, what to do? Two of my favorite and most productive things to recommend sound least productive:

wander and wonder.

There’s actually a song called, “I Wonder as I Wander,” that used to haunt me as a child. Whatever your religion, though, wondering and wandering under the sky can provide keen insights into all sorts of difficult concerns.

The act of wandering, moving aimlessly, puts you in touch with the world in ways our left brain doesn’t recognize. When a client feels stuck I often suggest they take a walk in the woods. Barring the availability of woods, though, a “wander” through familiar territory can bring similar synchronicities and clarity. The key is to let your legs lead the way. Listen to nudges telling you to turn right or left, and don’t let your mind convince you otherwise. Before I wander, I always say a little prayer that I be led exactly where I need to be in any given moment. And boy, do the synchronicities come!

Wondering makes a fine companion to wandering, but you can also practice them separately. Taken together, they bring the mind into alignment with the body, inviting even greater transformation and insight. The words “I wonder” are themselves very powerful because they present a challenge to the subconscious mind. Saying, “I wonder what would happen if …” and then adding in your dearest hope or dream, sets your subconscious working on how such a thing could come to pass. Your subconscious will work on that conundrum morning, noon and night, constantly running that as a background program until it finds some sort of solution, rational, magical or otherwise. If you really want something, wonder how it would feel to have it! Wonder how it may come to pass! Wonder how glorious and surprising your life can be. ūüôā

I spent yesterday wondering and wandering around Hyde Park. I had not ventured onto the University of Chicago campus in almost fourteen years, despite having now lived in Hyde Park for a few weeks. Yesterday felt like the right day to do so. I set out with several questions, a sunny afternoon and an open mind and heart. Holy synchronicities! I always have a lot, but wow. It felt very healing to stroll down memory lane. On a fun note, the U of C presents a fun place to wander, with its Gothic architecture and interconnected, labyrinthian hallways. I don’t know how anyone knows where they’re going, but if you’re not attached to a particular destination, the experience feels enchanting rather than frustrating. Perhaps a good lesson for life.

I’m in a whimsical mood, so I’ll leave you with a few quotes from “It’s a Wonderful Life”:

Jimmy Stewart (George): What do you want, Mary? Do you want the moon? If you want it, I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for you. Hey! That’s a pretty good idea! I’ll give you the moon, Mary.

Donna Reed (Mary Hatch Bailey): I’ll take it! Then what?

Jimmy Stewart (George): Well, then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve see, and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair… am I talking too much?

Many blessings through your wanderings and wonderings!

Laura

Mendocino/Fort Bragg Vacation

Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything! Last week, my friend Tania Marie and I traveled to the Mendocino Coast for some much needed rest and relaxation. She had just finished the fourth in a series of five major paintings, and I still hadn’t officially celebrated the release of Schizandra and the Gates of Mu. I only had a few days for this getaway, so we picked somewhere close and dear to my heart. (Some of you may remember how much fun I had in Fort Bragg/Mendocino on my birthday last year.)

We truly experienced a magical, mind-blowing trip this time, much of which I am still processing. I’ll give you a bit of a recap here, though:

The Food

OK, first and foremost, Tania and I wanted to eat. We had originally planned to go to Santa Cruz, CA, but when we learned that their raw food restaurant had closed, we opted for Fort Bragg, home of the Living Light Culinary Institute. For those of you who’ve never heard of Cherie Soria, the founder, she has trained most of today’s top raw food chefs. You can find an interview of Cherie and her husband Dan here. I’m a bit spoiled in Sonoma County with both Cafe Gratitude and Seed Restaurant in close proximity, and Tania frequently visits L.A. with its enormous raw variety. We wanted to enjoy ourselves this trip and not worry about the food.

We began with a gas stop in Healdsburg. Yes, Tania has a hybrid, so maybe we didn’t really need gas, but we did fill up — both the Highlander and our bellies. Cafe Gratitude in Healdsburg called. We each got a large juice (I Am Worthy and I Am Healthy) and then noshed on our favorite: I Am, I Am — chocolate ice cream inside chocolate cookies. Sufficiently fueled, we hit the road for the two hour drive to our ocean getaway.

We arrived forgetting where we planned to stay, so we stopped at Harvest Market to “use the facilities,” buy some lusciously fresh figs and figure out our next stop. I must note here that Harvest Market is perhaps the friendliest, loveliest place I have ever grocery shopped. The staff literally escorted me to the restrooms, held open the door, and later directed me knowledgeably through the aisles to find water and MSM. Everyone smiled, and the store offered a nice combo of both natural products and reasonably healthy “normal” items, so a family could conceivably do all their shopping in one place. The staff also gave accurate directions to our hotel (we found our reservations but still didn’t know how to get there). Yes, Fort Bragg’s fairly small, but I always appreciate good directions!

Once settled, we headed over to Living Light for a pre-beach-meal. We ended up eating at Living Light’s Cafe at least once per day, guzzling Green Giant Juice and their “tuna” sandwiches. Holy wow, do those taste real. Better than real. I never liked tuna sandwiches until I went raw, but these really hit the spot. Their Taco Salad was yummy, too, but we kept returning to the tuna. And the cacao. Oh, dear me, do they ever have a delicious cacao pecan bar!

On the first night, we ate at a place in Mendocino called Raven’s, because we had heard they offered one raw entree, appetizer and dessert per evening. The food was OK, but the atmosphere exquisite. We felt grateful to have any raw options at such a classy place with a view. From our window seat, we watched hundreds of ravens fly in front of the sun as it set above giant redwoods and the pristine coast. As we continued our dinner (flax crackers with a carrot spread, a delectable gazpacho, sprouted quinoa “enchilladas” and a very satisfying peach cobbler), the staff lit a cozy fire, and tiny white lights outside illuminated the archway leading into Raven’s and the Stanford Inn. It felt like Christmas! We went to our hotel and slept like babies.

The Lodging
We stayed at Shoreline Cottages, on the outskirts of Fort Bragg, closer to Mendocino. Truth is, we got a screamin’ good deal and our little trip only cost us $111 each for two nights’ lodging in a 2-Queen room. A little wink from the universe. We would stay there again. I loved all the eco-toiletries, and natural fabrics. I have never slept in a more comfortable bed!

My only complaint is that the “beach within walking distance” involved some substantial hiking down slippery, semi-flooded out steps near someone’s house. We had perfect weather — seventy degrees and sunny our whole trip — but large pools of water still made the steps a bit difficult to navigate. When we did arrive at the “beach” we found we could see the ocean, but a giant pool of water separated us from the actual coast. It looked like we could possibly walk the long way around, but the area felt isolated for two 100-pound-ish women walking alone. In the distance we noticed two large men drinking and eyeing us, so we promptly flitted up the steps and drove to Mendocino’s headland trails along the coasts.

I had never seen the headlands on a sunny day, and I would just go straight here next time. Absolutely stunning! We walked for hours each day, and often marveled at our “luck” in choosing Shoreline Cottages for their low cost proximity to Mendocino’s amazing views.

The Experience
For all our fun and relaxation, Tania and I both felt some sort of calling to the Mendocino Coast specifically at this time. We had planned to go earlier, and events intervened to make that impossible. We had planned to go later, and intuitions intervened to make that really not seem wise. We planned to go other places, and information came through via email about various restaurant closings. It sounds mundane here, but the number of nudges we received had become so diverse and so frequent that by the time we arrived, we felt an air of expectation. Just what might happen to us on this strangely orchestrated getaway? Tania wanted information for her next painting, and I had reached a point of “stuckness” for Schizandra and the Peruvian Jaguar (book 2 in the series). I felt like I had too many plots and too many characters and how in the world would all of this integrate into a single novel?

The first night, when we returned from Ravens, my laptop died. I have an odd relationship with my laptop. It’s almost like a “familiar,” responding to my moods, insights and energy. It died when I released my first ebook, first book and second ebook, only to be resurrected by a new Motherboard, a $111 computer repair, and a new power cord. I’ve found that whenever I start to “download” a bunch of potentially overwhelming information into my brain, my laptop goes funky. Well, my laptop died. I suspect I caught a trojan due to the hotel internet system’s lack of a firewall, because I just landed on a website and the laptop froze, then shut off, then on, then off, then on, until I could manually turn it off. Annoying, yes, but I also experienced it as a blessing. Having the laptop offline made me feel more cocooned in the magic of the Mendocino Coast.

After a juice and lunch at Living Light, we made our way to the headlands and walked for hours along the cliffs at water’s edge. We sat down and took off our shoes, rooting ourselves into the rocks and earth. Tania did her own meditation/intending, while I sat on the cliff breathing the sea, feeling the wind and engaging in a version of the sa-ta-na-ma meditation. This is an ancient kundalini meditation that works with the roots “Sat” and “Nam,” meaning “I am truth” or “Truth is my true identity.” Divided into the syllables, it roughly translates: “Infinity, Life, Death, Rebirth” — essentially, the creative process itself. I asked that whatever creative block I had reveal itself and disintegrate, so that I could integrate everything coming at me for book 2. I learned later that Tania had asked that she and I receive some sort of sign about our paths and confirmation of the next creative projects coming through us.

When finished, we stood up and hiked back to town among the golden grass, turquois waters and rocky ledges. We began talking about the movie, “The Neverending Story” and the main character, Atreyu. I don’t remember the context of the conversation because I really had to pee! LOL, that was a theme for me this trip. We got back to town and I felt we must, absolutely must get to this one street where I was sure I would find the right spot to go. Since I had to go so bad, Tania pointed out a variety of places along the way, but something made me keep heading in the direction of the street I felt sure we’d find. Sure enough, a public bathroom stood on that corner. Relieved on multiple levels, we turned up the street, wondering what to do with ourselves. For as much as we’d craved a vacation, we felt a bit adrift with nothing at all on the agenda, no creative project to manifest, and no sessions for me to offer. Just us. Just Mendocino. What, we wondered, lay in store for us, since it seemed so very insistent we spend these three days here.

In another “must do” moment, I got the sense we should stop for a Mate Latte. Tania had never had one of these concoctions of Yerba Mate, and Moody’s Coffee Shop on our “special” street just happened to offer Mate Lattes with steamed Oat Milk. We asked the barissta what she thought we should do and discovered that aside from kayaking or driving or eating somewhere else, we had pretty much “done” the highlights. So … we sat down and enjoyed the stunning weather. We again voiced the magical words, “I wonder …” and Tania started staring off into space while I blissed out on my slightly stevia sweetened Mate Latte.

At that moment, a long-white-haired, long-white-bearded man with a cane crossed our path. He walked past us and then spun around, trying to see whatever Tania seemed so intent upon. Finding nothing of startling interest, he asked her and she said, “Oh, I’m just looking at nothing, but now that I see it, I really love your necklace.”

“It’s Atreyu’s necklace,” he said. “Do you know Atreyu? He walks the Middle Way.”

Tania and I glanced at each other and replied together, “We were just talking about The Neverending Story. Where did you get your necklace?”

“I ahsked for it,” he said. “Not ask, but A-S-S-K. Ahsked.”

“We were just doing some asking ourselves,” we giggled.

I happened to be wearing a jeweled bindi sticker over my third eye and an Om necklace, which the man noticed. “Om is older than Sanskrit,” he said.

“I know,” I said and smiled.

He stared at my bindi and said, “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God and the Word was–”

“Om,” I said. Tania and I looked at each other, having heard me pontificate on such things before. ūüôā

Back to the necklace. Tania asked again where he got it, and then noticed some other jewelery on his wrists, for which he had also “ahsked.”

He asked us, “So what are you doing in Mendocino?”

“A-S-S-King,” we said. “We’re on vacation but we wanted to know the next step in our projects.”

“She’s a writer,” explained Tania.

“A writer,” said the man, “do you know about the 22 male runes?”

“I do,” I said.

“And do you know about the female runes and all the corresponding words and numbers?”

“I do not,” I said.

He asked if he could sit down, which we eagerly encouraged him to do. He then proceeded to whip out a hundred-or-so page notebook filled with double columns of runes. Each page looked the same, but with different sets of correspondences. “The Code,” he said, then talked to us for about 2 hours. It was fascinating. Then he had to pee — yes, the theme! — and so he left us. We tossed our drinks and went on another walk at the headlands. On the way back to the car, we ran into him again, “Down the road …” as he liked to say.

Then we headed back to Fort Bragg with the idea of renting a movie. We stopped at Harvest Market Shopping Center wanting to find the nearest Blockbuster. A store called “Music Merchant” caught my eye, but I went into the hardware store instead. I learned that the nearest Blockbuster was in Santa Rosa, two and a half hours away! OK, any other rental spots? Everyone directed me to a place downtown until someone literally ran up to me, interjected himself into the conversation and said, “No, you have to go to Music Merchant. They rent videos now, too.”

I told Tania, and we parked the Highlander and entered the Music Merchant. I bought Led Zeppelin’s “Mothership” and we rented “The Matrix” (thoughts on those some other time). As I put them into my bag, we heard a jolly laugh behind us, followed by, “Third time’s the charm!” Our white-bearded, Atreyu-necklace-wearing friend. Tania and I had just commented how we wished we could have spent more time with him, and (poof!) he appeared. We wound up spending another five hours with him in the atrium of Living Light’s Cafe. Holy download.

Suffice to say, the writer’s block has left. You haven’t seen a blog post in over a week because I’ve been typing and/or reading practically non-stop between sessions since I returned. Tania experienced the same phenonmenon with regard to her next painting. Layers upon layers of encoded meanings and associations. We’re loving it. I have not done justice to the otherworldy feeling of this encounter. I suppose I could have begun, “Two fair maidens met a werewolf on Full Moon’s Eve” or “the shaman and the faeries walked together and down the road” or “a person’s word is bond.”

But I think I’ll just say, “we tiptoed into the Pomegranate Garden, tasted the fruit and smiled.”

Blessed Be.

Amazon Reader Reviews of Schizandra

Schizandra’s getting some really interesting reviews on Amazon. Test readers noticed more vivid dreams, too. I’ve also been hearing from clients who bought the novel but haven’t finished it yet that their dreams and thought patterns are becoming noticeably more creative and fluid.

Cool! I edited the heck out of this book to help people feel and experience a sense of oneness and movement in and through¬†different realities on the edge of their current consciousness. With my¬†soul readings and medical intuitive work, “dimension hopping” as Shazzie calls it, comes naturally to me. Moving in and out of ancient memories forms an everyday occurence. I’m happy to see from these initial reviews that Schizandra and the Gates of Mu¬†has begun to weave its magic in others’ lives.

Here’s a HUGE thank you to everyone who has ever had a soul reading, intuitive life path assessment, animal communication session, Reiki class/session,¬†or medical intuitive reading from me. I didn’t know it at the time, but providing those services was honing my brain to write a book about conscious expansion into freedom and bliss. Much love!

Laura Bruno

www.internationalrenaissancecoaching.com

Finding Time to Write

I coach a fair amount of writers and would-be writers, and lately many have asked me how I found the time to write Schizandra and the Gates of Mu while running a busy coaching practice, blogging and creating The Lazy Raw Foodist’s Guide. I thought I’d share some of my secrets here and also invite any aspiring writers to join me and some of my clients on a special challenge we created yesterday.

1 ) Find Your Most Productive Writing Time in the Day. For me and a lot of other people, that happens to be first thing in the morning. If I turn on the computer, open up Word, and leave my email off, I can write some good quality stuff at a faster pace than later in the day when distractions have begun to mount. It also helps me to have that connection with dream time, since I often dream of my characters or plot solutions. As the day wears on, those details lose their freshness, but first thing in the morning, they come out strong.

Some people just aren’t morning people, though. My husband writes best between 1 and 4 a.m., and I’ve had a number of clients who “thought” they should write in the morning because they read that some famous novelist got up really early to complete his draft. Unfortunately, for these clients, writing in the morning created more frustration than inspired writing. They needed massive amounts of coffee or cacao just to open their eyelids, and the words simply did not flow. Some of them had given up on writing altogether by the time they contacted me. When we discovered their most productive writing time, though, their writing began to flourish — even if that meant eating dinner an hour later or spending two hours on the computer before bed.

It doesn’t matter what other people do. If you’re trying to squeeze in writing time, then doesn’t it make sense to maximize that time as the most productive possible?

2 ) Decide What You Want to Write. No, you don’t need to know exactly how things will turn out. Few, if any, authors truly know that when they begin a project. But it definitely helps to have some idea of what you’d like to create, along with your most deeply desired timeline.

I got the idea for Schizandra and the Gates of Mu in October 2001. At the time, I thought it would be a short story, because I still couldn’t read after my 1998 brain injury. The story percolated in my mind as the brain damage healed.

By 2003, I realized it would be a novel, but I still hadn’t started it. In 2004, my husband and I spent two months in Sedona, and that’s when I really began writing Schizandra because I suddenly knew the story’s setting.

It was my dream to write a novel (OK, many novels), but from a goal standpoint, I sensed that was much further away. I decided to finish my non-fiction book If I Only Had a Brain Injury and just let Schizandra continue percolating. Because I felt clear on my writing priorities — finish the brain injury book, write some helpful articles, then work on the novel — I felt satisfied and fulfilled by the writing I produced.

Yesterday I spoke with two aspiring writers. Really, they are already writers; they’re just aspiring to finish and make something of their projects. Both struggle with finding time and discipline to write. We took some time in sessions to discover what would feel like an accomplishment in terms of weekly, monthly and seasonal writing. One wants to write a short story by summer’s end. The other wants to finish a book review, write an article and then get started on her own novel, which she would like completed by April 2010. By vocalizing those goals, both were able to step back from an amorphous “I need to write more” and see what they actually need to do.

When Stephen and I moved to Petaluma, CA in May 2008, we did so with the goal of me finishing Schizandra during our 13-month lease. I vocalized this goal every time someone asked me, “Why Petaluma? Why now? You really seem to love Sedona.” (We moved to Sedona again in October 2007 for my research.)

Why yes, I did love Sedona and still do, but I did not even open the Schizandra file the entire second time we lived there! In Petaluma, I couldn’t walk to two raw food restaurants, two juice bars, two natural food stores and three crystal shops/metaphysical bookstores. Nor do I drive, so I was pretty much stuck in our little condo with no excuses or distractions. My tummy was not the happiest camper, but, boy did I write! I figured I had 13 months to finish, and I uploaded the final draft to the printer literally the day before we left Petaluma!

3 ) Create Some Supportive Accountability. This can be from someone who totally believes in your writing gifts, a friend who thinks you’re a fantastic manifestor who gets everything you desire, a life coach, or a writing group/partner.

Having others know my novel goal helped keep me on track. I took a two month total break from Schizandra after I wrote The Lazy Raw Foodist’s Guide. I figured I had earned this break and I might have just rested on my laurels a whole lot longer. I had a blog; I’d written two books. Come on, wasn’t I pushing myself a little too hard with this whole novel in a year thing?

I really owe Cecilia of http://www.rawglow.com for her big kick in the butt! We were walking one day and in the nicest way possible she mentioned how it amazing it was that I had made peace with not finishing Schizandra before our lease ended. “When do you think you’ll finish it? Two years? Three years from now? Isn’t it a series? How will that work with the 2012 theme?” I admit, I got a bit defensive — at least inside (Cecilia claims not to have noticed my reaction) — but her comments really got me thinking. The next day, I hauled myself out of bed at 4:30 a.m. and started writing. With the exception of Christmas week, I think I spent about 6-10 hours per day at least five days a week writing or editing Schizandra and the Gates of Mu until we moved.

Does everyone need to do that? Nope, but I really wanted that novel done in Petaluma.

4 ) Commit to Something. It need not be as ambitious or demanding as finishing a novel by 2010. Maybe you want to journal three times a week. Maybe you want to write five articles. Maybe you want a short story to show for your efforts.

Take that goal and break it down into tiny bites. What does it ultimately take to write? Um, some time spent writing. ūüôā So, commit to that. I’ve found for myself and coaching clients that it’s more effective to commit to something small and keep it than to commit to something huge and feel like a big loser for not meeting your obligation.

5 ) Don’t Edit While you Write. You will have a hard time flowing from your right brain if your left brain won’t stop criticizing your grammar, style and concepts. Leave the editing for an editing time and the writing for writing. They are vastly different processes, both important, but both better off kept apart, especially in the beginning. Especially if you have a history of writer’s block or getting discouraged with your early drafts.

Let the drafts come out. If you want to compromise, you can read books on writing in your free time so that your first drafts come out better and better. I particularly like Elements of Style and The 38 Most Common Fiction Writing Mistakes. If you know how to create good writing from the beginning, you’ll feel happier with your drafts.

Seriously, though, don’t edit while you’re inspired to get things onto paper or into the computer. The muse can be fickle. Honor her and celebrate when she graces you with her presence. She will visit more often!

6 ) Create Some Community. Writing can be lonely work, especially if it means 4 a.m. dates with the computer before heading to the gym or out to work. The idea that other people — somewhere — are also committing to their craft can help you feel a sense of community and joy. That’s one reason National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) has become so popular. Thousands of people set themselves the “impossible” task of writing a 50,000 word novel in one month. Does everyone finish? No way! But they have fun doing it, and they get a heckuva lot more writing done than they would have on their own. The insanity of the quest creates bonds that last beyond the month, and many people participate year after year.

7 ) Get Creative. At least two of my clients and I have decided to apply the above principles in our own lives. We have each committed that on five days per week we will begin our days with thirty minutes of writing. One of those five thirty-minute periods can be for editing, but the other four must be straight writing. We can write for longer than thirty minutes, but we must commit to at least thirty minutes per day, five days per week, starting today. In our cases, that writing will occur first thing in the morning.

I meditate before I write and consider that part of my process, but today I hopped on the computer right afterwards and began this post. My personal goal is to finish the first draft of Schizandra and the Peruvian Jaguar by January. There, it’s public. Oh, Lordy, that will be quite the feat, but with the commitment I feel towards my clients and my readers and myself, I know it’s etched in my brain now as an intention.

So … are you an aspiring writer? Do you wish you had more time to write? Always wanted to release a cookbook? A novel? A memoir? Start a blog? You’re welcome to join us. At least three of us will be writing first thing in the morning for at least thirty minutes for five days per week. Whether you tell us your goals or not, we’ll be holding that space for you!

Cheers and Blessings,
Laura Bruno
http://www.internationalrenaissancecoaching.com

“Synchronicity, Intuition and Intention”: Laura Bruno on YouTube

On April 3, 2009, I spoke at the Petaluma Raw Food Potluck. I’ve included the videos of the talk below. In addition to the topics indicated by the title, this one covers raw food and increased spiritual awareness, how to get out of your own way, overcoming fear, how the body works to support the soul’s path, connections to the Alaskan wilderness, finding abundance in today’s economy, the heart chakra and where we’re headed as a species. I also talk a little bit about 11:11, Schizandra and the Gates of Mu, The Lazy Raw Foodist’s Guide,¬† and If I Only Had a Brain Injury. I hope you enjoy the talk!

If you liked this talk, you might also like “Maximize Your Brain Function.”
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Upcoming Events and Classes with Laura Bruno

Laura Bruno is an Intuitive Life Coach, Medical Intuitive, Reiki Master Teacher and author of¬† the award-winning “If I Only Had a Brain Injury” and “The Lazy Raw Foodist’s Guide,” recommended by Steve Pavlina as the best raw food book for beginners.¬†Residents and visitors to Northern California have several opportunities to¬†meet Laura Bruno at talks, book signings¬†and workshops this spring:

Free Talks

Monday, March 9, 2009, 7:30-8:30 p.m. at Cafe Gratitude in Healdsburg, California.

“The Strangest and Most Common Things Seen by a Medical Intuitive.”

Laura’s talk is part of the ongoing Monday Night Live! Come early to order some terrific tasting raw vegan or vegan vittles. Cafe Gratitude consistently wins “best of ” awards, and it’s certainly one of Laura’s favorites. This evening’s talk will be tailored to the audience, so bring your curiosity and questions.

Friday, April 3, 2009, Petaluma Raw Food Potluck, Azure Apartments Clubhouse, Petaluma, CA. 7:00-9:00 ((Food before the talk; please bring a raw vegan dish large enough to serve 10 people; for more details, click here.)

“Awakening to Synchronicity, Signs and Intuition”

This will probably be Laura’s last talk¬†at the Petaluma Raw Food Potluck. In her October 2008 talk at this packed venue, many people asked for exercises and techniques to increase their own awareness. Tonight’s talk will build upon those questions and include much more information about the increased synchronicities and clarity so many people experience on a raw diet and/or spiritual path.¬†¬†

Upcoming Reiki Certification Classes

Tuesday, March 3 OR Saturday, March 21, 2009, 10 a.m. – 6 p.m. Accelerated Reiki 1 and 2 Certification Class.

Please click here for details.

Intention and Animal Communication: Rusty the Dog

Today’s post comes from The Intenders, and I just had to share this sweet, symbolic story of Rusty the dog.¬† Many of my clients subscribe to the daily emails from The Intenders and find them uplifting reminders on their journey.¬† Enjoy!

The Bridge ~ Reminder #3
Freeing Our Spirit

How do you nurture the growing light?
You keep believing it will continue to grow.

 

Before we can have true freedom we have to be able to learn from our experiences. This means that we stop repeating the same behavior that has been causing us discomfort, and instead, change our attitudes and actions. This is how we achieve a different result, one that serves us and everyone around us better.As our light seeks for its fullest radiance we will gradually slide out from under the shadows of others who would continue to control us as long as we let them, and step into our own sovereign power, independent and strong in the knowledge that each and every one of us is free to create to our heart’s content, that we are helped every step of the way, and that nothing can stop us unless we allow it.
We can have it all. But first we must be ready to make some changes in our lives.

For the past two years I’ve taken daily walks around the lake near where I live. It’s my favorite form of exercise and, at the same time, the magnificent vistas of the surrounding mountains provide me with a perfect environment for opening up to new creative ideas.As is my custom, I walk steadily, never stopping along the way except to take occasional notes and to pet a friendly, reddish-brown dog who guards a house by the lake. I call him Rusty, although I doubt that that’s what his owners named him. He’s a part collie, part chow cross, and he’s chained alone to a small doghouse that sits away from the owner’s house, out in the middle of the yard. Snow, rain or shine, day in and day out, one thing never changed on my walks: Rusty was always there.

When I first moved into the neighborhood Rusty was younger, and he would bark and jump and run wildly toward me until the chain jerked him to a sudden halt. That didn’t stop him though. Back then, Rusty was lively and full of Spirit. But over the last couple of years something inside him shifted. Now, he’s no longer as lively. It’s as if he’s been beaten down by the boredom and he’s resigned himself to living his days at the end of a chain. His Spirit only comes to life in the evening when, for a brief moment, his owner delivers a bowl of food and a few pats on the head before going back into the house.

One day about four months ago, something interesting happened. Just before sunset on a chilly spring evening. I was walking by in my usual way, admiring the last of the season’s snow that still whitened the peaks in the distance, when Rusty’s owner came out with his nightly bowl of food. Rusty jumped up and ran to the length of the chain, only this time, instead of jerking him back into place, it broke.

I watched from a distance as Rusty pranced and danced like never before, free as a bird! At first he stayed well out of the range of his owner who called and cajoled him for several minutes, all the while cussing the chilly wind and the situation in general. He just wanted to get the dog fed and get back into his toasty, warm house.

Rusty, on the other hand, ran and played around like a young pup, enjoying his first feeling of freedom in years. His eyes, usually so sullen and sad, sparkled now with a newfound brightness. His Spirit was returning; he had come back to life, and I whispered a silent prayer that he would run away and take his chances out in the world. You see, I’m always trusting that the Universe takes care of us, as long as we intend it for ourselves. To me. it looked like anything would be better than going back to living on a chain.

It was starting to get darker, and as I rounded the end of the lake and turned back toward home, I watched as the owner went back into the house and came out a minute later holding a bag of special treats high in the air and shaking them loudly. Within moments Rusty was back on the chain. He was unable to resist the temptation of the tasty nuggets.

The following day Rusty was there as usual. The sparkle was gone as he lay there in the dirt with those sad, expressive eyes. Attached to his collar was a new chain, shorter and stronger than the first. He looked horrible, but at the same time there was something different in him, like he hadn’t completely forgotten how good it felt to be free the day before. I went up to give him a rub behind the ears, and I was talking to him like I talk to all the animals, (Hi guy! How’s it going etc, etc?), only this time my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him why he gave up his freedom to live his life chained in the yard, just for the sake of a few treats?

In an instant, his Spirit, which seemed so faraway only moments before, lit up, and his answer shot telepathically through my mind. He said, “Hey Ton, no one’s home yet. How about if you undo this heavy chain and we’ll see if I fall for that same old trick again?”

I’d better not tell you what I did.

My Intention for today is:
  I Intend that I am learning from my experiences so that I am only repeating the ones that bring me happiness.


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