It’s still me!

Changing one’s name is an interesting phenomenon. I have done it a few times in my life. Not always did I tell all, or the most compelling reasons. After all, what anyone knows about anybody else is only their illusion of who we are. Barbara Grace Schadt at 1 year At birth I was named... Continue Reading →

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The Sweet Zone

I am sweetly in the zone of allowing whatever IS to simply BE, without any resistance or judgment. Any physical symptom I notice I just aim and gently tap knowing my unconscious will release its resources with the manifestations. I loved Robert’s rephrased concept, “The mind holds the memory and replays it in the body.”... Continue Reading →

Nothing To Tap On

It’s still brutally cold, near 0°. For a week it’s been like an Alaskan winter with snow on top of snow and no melt in between. I’m not in a good space or a mood to write. I woke up again with TMJ head stuff, and my back is still tense. My massage was mainly... Continue Reading →

Reflection In The Flames

I feel good, relieved and ready for whatever the day brings, or I decide to create. This is the third day in a row that feels like Sunday, only today it is. I’m okay with having three days of doing very little. I watched videos and engaged in a bit of conversation on FaceBook, both... Continue Reading →

Gift of Love and Passion

The days I sit with myself and the house are a balance between the days I pushed full-speed. I take it easy and slow with no pressure. I sit in a place of accepting and allowing. Balance within the day is better. I am in The Great Whatever but it feels different than in the... Continue Reading →

Stories Create Our Lives

What to choose today? I worked on the book yesterday and felt peace. The process was okay, I read and transcribed without triggers. I simply notice how I created my life then and how it’s not what I want to create now. In 2002 I felt like I was in a dead heat on a merry-go-round.... Continue Reading →

My Big Toe

At the turn of the New Year I read from my 2001 journals. It set me on an emotional edge that I haven’t adequately released. I have not worked on my book since. I need to get rolling, but I mainly allow myself to be wherever I am in any given moment and do whatever... Continue Reading →

Mining For Gold Nuggets

...we are emotionally conditioned to automatically feel certain ways about everything in this world. We think it is real, we think this mind/body is who we are, but it is not. It’s only a temporary journey on this planet and then we will be off to other worlds of experience.

Keep My Own Counsel

I talked about Alaska in a dreamy, romantic tone of voice as if I was absolutely head-over-heals in love with a man. Well the truth is, I do love Alaska as much as any person.

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