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This Has Been A Challenging Year

 


I know it’s been over six months since I wrote on this blog, but it’s been a challenging year. Honestly, this year has sucked ass.

Seriously.

2021 for us has been full of loss, struggles, anxiety, instability, blah, blah, blah.

BUT on the positive side, it’s been filled with extreme growth, self-discovery, and starting a new book series (The Last O’Clery Witch), but more on that in a minute.

I haven’t felt like writing or doing anything creative because of the hurdles and setbacks we’ve been going through. Hopefully, they’re over with now.

I do believe in the power of manifestation, and we get what we focus on the most.

If you’re mostly focusing on negative shit, then you’ll bring it into your experience, so I’ve been focusing on what I want instead of what I don’t want.

The trick though is to learn how to monitor your thoughts because the mind loves to tell stories.

It loves drama.

It loves to make up shit to worry about.

Meditation is the best way to learn how to take control of your thoughts. I’m not a pro at it yet, but I plan to be.

There are things in our life that we don’t have control over like just recently our 14-year-old cat fur friend (Church) died, and we had to watch the whole thing because the vets wouldn’t see him because of Covid.


They wouldn’t answer their phone.

They wouldn’t answer their doors.

And they weren’t taking new patients.

It was fucking heartbreaking! ðŸ˜­

We didn’t realize how much our decisions in life included Church until he left us.

We miss him so much.

The morning we drove up the forested mountain to bury him among the redwood trees was unbelievably magickal. ✨

I took this picture on the way up the mountain. The photo doesn’t do it justice, but the ray of sunshine was like letting us know that Church made it across the rainbow bridge.


He’s no longer in pain.

He’s no longer sick.

He’s happy now.

He’s having fun.

He wanted us to know that.

Also, the magnificent redwood tree we buried him under will look out for him and is honored to do so.

Putting Church to rest was an amazing experience that we’ll never forget.

It was as if we stepped into a different realm and were given a glimpse into it.

So yeah, there are things in life we don’t have control over. I didn’t manifest Church’s demise or my father-in-law’s death, or my friend’s death, or my ex-coworker/physician’s suicide, or my dad’s mini-stroke he just had last week.

Told ya it’s been a rough year, and that’s not all of it . . .

. . . But we won’t go into that.

I don’t like to get negative. I just wanted to give you a general idea of what’s been going on in my world this year.

Btw, we’re still on the southern coast of Oregon, and we love it here!


We have no regrets about moving here, even with all the hardships and coming close to living out of our car. 
😬

But when it comes to being true to yourself and dreams, ya gotta be all in and trust the process . . .

On the book front, Legends of Deceit #2 has been written for a couple of years now and still needs to be professionally edited and go through the whole publishing process, which costs a lot of money.

I haven’t had the resources to do that, but I believe in the future I will.

When?

I don’t know.

If you want to help out you can buy one of my books and tell your friends about them. 

https://www.amazon.com/Rebekkah-Ford/e/B00896OMB0/

 


The Last O’Clery Witch.


I’m working on getting an agent for The Last O’Clery Witch (book #1 in my Grimbrook series), but it takes time, and honestly, with all the upheavals in my life, I haven’t put much energy into querying agents as I should. Once we’re stable, I’ll get back at it. For sure. 
😉

I do want to create a bitchin’ website for my books, photos, and videos. That is a future goal of mine.

Well, my friends, there you have it. 

We’re almost through 2021. 

I do believe I’m a winner, and I can be, do, and have whatever I want. 

I’m not giving up. 

I will continue to be true to myself.

Cheers! ðŸ¥‚

 

 

The Art Of Being Here Now


It’s been a miserable hot and humid summer here. Even my sunflower has lost its energy under the weight of the brutal sunrays and thick ass, suffocating air.





We haven’t been able to work on the RV in weeks now. However, we have continued to get things for it (flooring to install, lumber to build shelves, etc.), so when it cools off next month we’ll be able to finish renovating the inside.

In the meantime, while we lounge in our perfect climate control abode, we’re practicing to be here now—in the moment.

Tomorrow doesn’t exist.

What exist is right now.

-But the human brain gets in the way. The pestilent child emerges and wants to be entertained.

It loves drama, so worrisome or stressful thoughts run rampant through the mind.

"What if we can’t get done with everything before winter?"

"There’s a lot of shit to still do."

"It figures. We buy an RV, and this summer has been the hottest and most miserable one since we’ve been here (12+ yrs.). WTF?"

"I’ve been tired a lot lately and I’ve had a headache every day. What if it’s cancer?"

"That guy the other day was such an asshole. If he ever crosses my path again and is a dick to me, like he was to the poor cashier at the grocery store, I’ll tell him to fuck off (a scene plays out of that situation happening)."

See what I mean? The brain thrives off of that shit. It’ll create outlandish scenarios because it wants to be entertained, and most importantly, it’s a protection mechanism that’s hardwired into us.

What helps silence the mind?

-Meditation.

-Focusing on the moment and your surroundings.

-And when the pestilent child bombards you with bogus thoughts, recognize them, and then push them aside.

This takes a lot of practice. It's an art, but the more you do it the easier it’ll be and a lot happier and enlightened you’ll become.

The other day Kevin told me he read this quote that I found amusing:

“I have lived with several Zen master—all of them cats.”—Eckhart Tolle




Wow. I’ve been living with a Zen master for eleven years and didn’t even know it. :)






6 Signs You're Actually A Cat

Hey Everyone,

I posted this on Facebook and had to share it with you. LOL


One Of Many Differences Between A Dog And A Cat


#Amusing

I have a big fat cat named Church, after the cat in Stephen King’s book Pet Sematary. He’s a source of amusement in my household. Last Friday, I bought a hat for him. It’s too big for his little head, but it’s still so damn cute on him and frickin’ hilarious. LMAO. He was a good sport, and later on I gave him a treat. :)






Then, last Saturday, as I was going through our Christmas decorations, I found antlers I had bought Church to wear last year. Again, he was a good sport. LOL





I was tempted to buy him a camo vest to wear, but I stopped myself . . . for now. 


I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving, had a good one. J