Legacy Letters and Spiritual Awakenings

I recently attended a Sisterhood Retreat at Camp Chesterfield. I have been curious about that place since finding out about it a few years ago. When a friend casually mentioned Camp Chesterfield during our conversation, I couldn’t believe I had no idea that a spiritual camp existed (since 1886!) just a few miles from my beloved Mounds State Park that I go to all the time.

I wanted to visit Camp Chesterfield immediately, but I hesitated because of my conservative religious doctrine where seances are taboo! Instead, I signed up for their mailing list and went on about my life. When I received the email about the Sisterhood Retreat, I thought it would provide a perfect opportunity to check the place out. So, I signed up with an open mind.

My adult daughter attended opening night with me, but when the spirit of past powerful women like Eleanor Roosevelt, Margaret Thatcher, Mother Teresa, and Kuan Yin spoke to us through the Mediums, it freaked her out and she refused to return!

I, on the other hand, was fascinated. I mean where else would you ever get the opportunity to hear words of wisdom from saints and women who have paved the way for us to stand on equal ground? Even if it was inspired by the Medium’s meditation on these women, it was divine messages delivered in the most entertaining format I have ever seen. I was spellbound. It literally felt like I was in a vortex. I thought they should record it for millions to watch on YouTube or take their show on the road to enlighten the world!

The whole Sisterhood Retreat was about light and love. The leaders of the event came across with authenticity and authority. Gentle spirits with a fierce passion for helping us be the best version of ourselves we can be. I can best describe it as a spiritual awakening. None of us would ever be the same. We came face to face with the infinite possibilities within us and the calling to shine our light in a world of darkness.

One of the event leaders, Reverend Vicki Corkell, did a presentation on Ethical Wills also known as Legacy Letters which, as a writer, was something I was eager to learn about. How had this not come across my radar before either?!

Rev. Vicki shared some examples of legacy letters with us, including President Obama’s touching letter to his daughters. Her presentation inspired me to create my own legacy letter to my family. I started by writing in the journal we made in the previous workshop!

I’m glad part of my legacy is a passion for learning, a cat’s curiosity, and an open mind to discover the fun experiences and life lessons that awaits on the other side of the comfort zone!

 

Write Through Tragedy

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“Write every day, even if your house is on fire and your grandmother just died.” ~ Tom Robbins

I saw this quote on a copywriting course I am taking with Kaia Van Zandt and it stopped me in my tracks. I had to share the quote with my writer friends and talk about how writing has saved my sanity. Both of those things in Tom Robbin’s quote have happened to me.

My grandmother was my rock. I held tight to her as she clung to her faith and somehow by osmosis her faith transferred to me. It is a beautiful thing to leave a legacy of faith. My grandmother (who I am named after) almost always had a notepad in her lap when I would visit, especially in her later years. I often wondered what she wrote in those notebooks. I happened upon one years after she went to be with the Lord. She kept a journal of mostly who came to visit her that day, upcoming birthdays and anniversaries. I was a little disappointed as I wanted to see the juicy stuff. What was she thinking? That’s what I wanted to know! She was such a quiet person and didn’t go out much except to church. I knew she had to be expressing her thoughts somewhere, but it didn’t appear to be in her journals. She loved to write letters to her family. She had six children that lived in different states so she sent a lot of letters. Writing letters is a lost art!

I’m glad that in addition to her faith, my grandmother modeled a love of writing. It has kept me sane over the years, especially in 2014 when our home, business, vehicles, pets, everything we owned, burned to the ground. Everyone kept asking me how I was staying so calm and optimistic throughout the ordeal. I didn’t really know in the moment, but in hindsight, I can clearly see that it was faith and writing!

Welcome to Oz

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The Wizard of Oz is my favorite movie. When I was a kid, I loved the technicolor and the idea of getting swept up in a storm to visit a magical place. As an adult, I appreciate the subtle message of the movie and I see it in action every day.

Many of us are looking to the great and powerful OZ, whoever that may be, to help us achieve our dreams when the ability to make it happen resides within us. We just have to believe in ourselves as much as we believe in Oz. After all, Oz turned out to be human with just as many insecurities and flaws as the rest of us.

So click your heals and skip along the adventurous, sometimes scary, road to make whatever it is you are searching for in someone else come alive in you!

Write on.

WriterKat

Back Talk

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It was beautiful outside today but inside my mind a storm was brewing. My nature is quiet and peaceful, but when too many negative things happen at once, something goes haywire in my brain and I feel like a volcano about to erupt. Usually, I can get control of it, but today wasn’t one of those days. It seems like once you let that one thought through that says I’m having a crappy day, the Universe conspires to confirm it by releasing a meteor shower of more crap.

I am a peacemaker and when my environment is chaotic without any sense of control, the lava flows. My calm demeanor turns to angst. My smile turns upside down and when mama’s not happy, ain’t nobody happy! My quiet, flower-child self turns into a drill sargeant barking complaints and commands to regain order in the household.

Am I the only one who can pick up after themselves or the dog who insists on relieving himself inside at random places (like my grandson’s original one-of-a-kind painting of Einstein) even when he is taken outside to potty¬†multiple times a day and has a puppy pad? Am I the only one who can do laundry or cook? Am I the only one who can run errands? Am I the only one who can work to pay the bills? Am I an enabler who has bred a sense of entitlement by my passive personality? Those thoughts were clanging into each other in my head when my IP training kicked in…

BREATHE I tell myself. Take a deep breath and find something to be grateful for. It was pretty hard at first because my mind was on a roll confirming my “bad mood” by naming more reasons to justify my frustration.

What are you grateful for? My coaching self asks.

I just don’t feel the love today. Lord give me strength to deal with everything.

One thing. Find just one thing.

Fine. Whatever. I say to to my coach self like a rebellious teenager (that I am being reintroduced to since taking my nieces in to raise a few months ago). I’m grateful the sun is going down and it’s cooling off outside. I’m grateful this day is almost over!

The sun. Yes. It is cooling off outside. You are cooling down inside too. Feel it?

Thoughts become things,” I hear my mentor Mike Dooley say in that positive part of my mind conditioned by years of personal development.

Okay, yes I am a bit calmer, but you know what would really cool me down? A McDonald’s sweet tea and a Mocha frappe. I have a $1.55 in change and five McCafe points!

You realize that’s over 80 grams of sugar? My skinny self buried beneath layers of inflamed adipose tissue says.

Yeah, well I need something to put the fire out.

Try water. You know your moodiness could be caused by dehydration!

Water isn’t touching the flame today baby.

The happy-go-lucky side concedes this round. Sometimes, you have to pick your battles. Some days aren’t wrapped up with a sweet ending like a sitcom.¬†Fortunately, a day is only 24 hours and HOPE for a brighter tomorrow is hard wired in my brain.

Write on.

WriterKat