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Share Your World Sunda 20012


MARCH 4, 2012

Good March to you all good people, and for those of you experiencing Spring, Then I say; “Lucky You!” I’d love to see those purple tiny heads of little crocus’ peeking out from the ground about now.

Here where I live, and garden.. the ground is sill not accepting of being tilled, and the night temperatures are still quite often so frozen that to put any new kind of starts  in the iced ground is a sure demise of those plantings. We have snow on the ground right now.

Happily, since I am unable to garden I am able to answer Cee’s “Share Your World Sunday’ 2012” questions of this weekend. It’s a very doable trade in my mind.

Thanks so much Cee!


  1. What is your favorite month of the year?

March. Not just because it’s a birth month for someone I know pretty well, and it’s also the gateway to Spring!

2 What is something you learned in the last week?

My Epiphany.  I even blogged about it this last week.

I learned that when I ignore the warning signs that are not subtle, but ones that I actually know well; that Spirit has a perfect way of getting the message to me;

“` Missy, you’re not listening. There for let me help you slow yourself down, let me show the way to take better care, let me show you exactly how to; “Whoa It Up Girl!”

(Finding a sprained ankle was not enough. Nope! Instead I was to keep pushing the shoe until I learn from the Orthopedic Doc. that an MRI resulted in pulled tendons and ligaments from the ankle to the Achilles only to be literally grounded for weeks has me listening.)

3. What color looks best on you?

Definitely blues. With blue eyes and being a natural brunette that was a natural blonde I like blue on me.

4. If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

Easy. The Superpower of an Empath.


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Spirit, Mind & Body Say; ” Whoa it Up Girl!”

Knowing when to listen is just as important as knowing when to speak. I’ve been doing a lot of speaking through out my days of late, but little listening.

When Spirit, or mind, or body tells you its time to slow down one should listen closely. Very closely, and with intent to quiet yourself long enough to also absorb.

Not listening to my Spirit, my body and my mind is sometimes a problem I have. I get smug when feeling well and forget even just for a moment’s time how important it is to be mindful of each passing moment. I forget, get caught up in living life-like someone who is well and soon my body is telling me different.  To be running on ahead of my days whether in just my mind, or my plans, stops me from listening to what I should and need to hear.

And it stops me from listening to what my body, mind and spirit should be hearing.

Spirit, mind & Body have a funny way of getting my attention. The loud and firm; “Whoa it up Girl” was not enough.At least not enough on its own.


Not for not for this Baroness who sometimes forgets that she is no different from anyone else.

Apparently to get my attention, speaking loudly and firmly was not enough. My ego was not to have the last word this week. The painful swelling in my left ankle that I have ben putting up with is now diagnosed as a very severe sprain. Yep!

It appears despite not having any recognizable injury, meaning I do not recall injuring it I have a pretty messed ankle anyway. The doctor said that she was shocked I’d not been in earlier. I was promptly scolded for ignoring the pain and swelling. I get it. I did not know the symptoms mimicked PAD. Peripheral Artery Disease. Not that an ankle sprain when you are in your 5th decade of life is anything to be messed with, compared to a diagnosis of PAD I was on my knees thanking God for such huge favors.

I did sprain this same ankle, same spot 5 years ago. I went to sit in a deck chair on our split level deck. I had not even given it a thought as to whether or not all four legs of the deck chair were planted firmly on just one level. Preferably the same level.  BUT>>> you see it coming don’t you? Yep, you guessed it, down I went out of the chair. Falling from just the chair to the deck floor might not have been bad….. But the chair just happened to be seated at the top of 14 stairs and I headed head  down those 14 stairs the gymnasts in me jumped into action and instead of continuing to fall I broke it by rounding my body and tumbling down instead.

Once I started the motion of gravity my poor husband jumped literally out of his house slippers trying to catch my fall. Not in time. There was no time – it happened so fast. His slippers laid alone  right where his feet had jumped out them, leaving us laughing about that aspect much later. We just found that so funny.

Once I had stopped, the sudden shock had worn off, and the wind returned  to my lungs we saw my ankle. Already a bright angry purple bruising while continuing to swell right in front of our eyes. My husband who is my knight in shining armor always picked me up and laid me gently on the sofa -all the time seemingly to all in one bring ice to my screaming ankle.  The moments were surreal. The swelling despite an application of ice and elevation continued on until soon the entire outside of my ankle had disappeared no ankle bone showing any longer.

I know a sprained ankle when one happens. This is why when the diagnosis was a sprain yesterday and I knew that I have no clear memory of hurting it or re injuring it that there was some kind of Divine Intervention happening in my life. It was so unlike anything that ever goes on with me it got my attention. I became prayerful and mindful of what I was feeling. What I was experiencing.

I’m not claiming I now what it is. I am also not trying to convince anyone of anything.

I do know after some internal reflections in looking back over the last couple weeks that I have not been as tuned in as I normally am. that includes being tuned in with the people in my life who fill out and compliment my world. I have not been the devoted dedicated friend to myself or anyone who loves me. I then start feeling guilty, the guilt rapidly turns to shame, and I close up. Close off. And I all this time I’m feeling so smug because I got this done, m almost finished with that, and got “you know what” started. All the while forgetting to be mindful of each moment ticking by.

Yet I know what I know. And I know that somewhere. somehow, something is screaming at me loud and firm;

“Whoa it up Girl!”

“It’s time to slow ‘er down. Time for reflections, prayer, mediation, and even time for the soul to know what the soul knows. And high time that I stop and hear what is so important to be listened to.To be heard.

By the way; It should never have to take a sprained ankle to get my attention.

                                                                                      ©tjhelser 212

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