I stood in my kitchen. Before me, the recipe and all the ingredients to bake a pie. My Gram made the most amazing pies and as a little girl I would stand between her arms and place my hands on hers, I would move in synch with her to the motion of the rolling pin. We’d take turns placing the apples wedges in the shell. I would follow her fingers as she crimped the edge of the pastry. Her hand over mine she’d guide the pastry brush dipped in egg and we’d paint the top and then in a mimicked fashion I too would sprinkle a little sugar over the egg wash.
I stood in my kitchen. I had decided to bake a pie. Gram wasn’t there. I closed my eyes and I went into the energy of the memory. I linked to Gram’s energy and I began. I bake a beautiful pie; just like Gram’s.
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My friend Diane and I had made plans to get together. Her day was going to run late, so she left me a key. Diane had been decorating her bathroom. I took advantage of the time on my own to freshen up – I used the bathroom. While doing what you do in bathrooms, I scanned the room checking out her changes and my eyes stopped at the door and the hole, where a doorknob would have been. Diane was apparently not finished painting the door and had taken out the hardware. I of course, had shut the door. No doorknob meant I was locked in.
Now just for the record – I’ve grown since this original moment. But at this time, in this moment, I was more of a, “Oh yoo-hoo, this is broken, could you please fix it for me”, type. However, Diane had long been nicknamed, “Tina the Tool Woman”. I had a choice. Either remain in the energy of Sharon (sad and sorry) and wait to be rescued or move into the energy of Diane and rescue myself. I choice Diane. I went into her energy – the find a solution mode. There tucked behind the sink facet was a round-handled paintbrush. “Diane would do something with this.” I started working with the inside gizmos of where the doorknob should be. It worked and I was free!
Diane opened the front door and I immediately shared with her what had happened. Before I could finish, she jumped in with, “You must have found my paintbrush!”
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Tristan is Simon’s supervisor. Simon works best when things stay the same – he likes a pattern. When the work gets slow or speeds up too much, Simon is no longer at his best. He is even worse when Tristan isn’t working.
“I just don’t know why, but when you are here I do so much better. When you aren’t everything falls apart.”
“Simon, when I’m here, I encourage you, I compliment your efforts, I take notice of your accomplishments.”
“Yes, that’s right. I find it so much harder to do my job well when you aren’t here.”
“Well Simon, try this. When I’m not here, pretend you hear me in your head, telling you, you are great, you are doing a good job, well done… After awhile instead of my voice in your head, you’re going to hear your voice, cheering yourself on.”
Tristan had been off for a few days and when he returned to work, Simon was smiling. “It worked. I now hear myself. Thank you man, thank you.”
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Janine had been pretty sad. She had been struggling as to how to find her way back to being happy. Her friend Shelby, put together an album with motivational quotes, photos that were of happier times. Shelby felt if Janine looked at the album when she wasn’t feeling so hopeful, she’d smile and the memories off good times would surface. She turned the pages of the album, went into the words and the photos and she did – she remembered what it was to be happy – even if just for a page or two – the energy was beginning to take hold.
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I’ve always wanted to sing. Hmmm, I wonder if Celine would mind if I walked around in her energy for awhile. I think I’ll go practice some scales. You just never know. Oh the possibilities!
Photo by Sharon Cooke; Nova Scotia 2008