Tuning forks and how they can save us all

Dear Friends and Family,

As a small child, I thought, if you live in a condo then you are rich. My understanding of a vacation home was limited to condos but still I understood money and access was something to strive for at 3 years old.

As a small child I loved the sound of the piano. I don't even know where I had even heard it. But I loved it and when I found out you could be a professional piano player I was stoked.

I told my father. "Daddy, Daddy! When I grow up I want to be a penis and live in a condom" Completely sincere you could imagine my fathers reaction.

Pure comical genius, and when he laughed at me I took personal offense.

"oh, no baby, when you grow up you want to be a pianist and live in a condo?"
"Yes! that's what I said"

Well, needless to say we never could afford those piano lessons and I found myself not even desiring to own a house, let alone two.

But this story is one close to my heart because I still love the sound of the piano and more importantly I love puns, analogy, metaphor and drawing conceptual parallels in any discussion.

All of this to say that the Piano is still teaching me important lessons. For example, during an essential oil workshop I recently attended the instructor asked if we knew how a piano is tuned?

Answer: with tuning forks. The tuning fork is struck and the piano strings are plucked and the string meets the frequency of the tuning fork.

Pure vibration genius.

We humans are the same way. Made of matter, we all fluctuate on frequencies and the hurts by which we function determine if we ride on a high or low frequency. Positive people and things like fruits and vegetables produce higher frequency. Rose essential oils being one of the highest.

I think of my grandmother with her rose and honey suckle garden, her little slice of rapid hurts, a burst of positive energy.

I encourage us all to think about this idea of tuning our selves daily. When we receive, in our ears, our eyes, our stomachs, our hearts, low frequencies we instinctively tune ourselves there.

Let's not be confused, I am not advocating to ignore the challenges in the world, I am not advocating to avoid the lows.

I am asking all of us to transmute these energies within ourselves. To take notice of where and when and what we are matched to and actively engage in raising our selves. May it be eating and thanking a glorious piece of fruit after a session on your face book feed.

Or after watching something upsetting, searching for at least 10 positive images to remind yourself that the world is good still and so are Americans and so are humans. And when there are no social media or media out puts of high frequencies, creating them, and sharing them and loving all who you love and cultivating your garden. Listening to happy music and making happy music too.

All of this to say, Tuning forks can save this world, if we take them and use them as the spiritual and emotional tools their fundamental purposes teach us.

I know I'm still learning and I hope you are too.

lots of love,
Amelia

Do you and the universe will take care of the rest.

Dear Family and friends,
I've been thinking a lot about this. Do you and the universe will take care of the rest. There have been many words to break down exactly what I mean. Faith, devotion, alignment, your path, God's grace, Beauty way.
And I used to take offense to this idea. "Do you" but I learned it wasn't a mean or accusatory  statement. It's honoring the individual to be who they are meant to be. To follow in the way of their human equation. To find and fulfill their lives gifts and medicine. To help heal the earth.

I keep having dreams I'm speaking my mind without hesitation. In some I'm yelling at people, in others I'm gently letting them know in a clear manner what it is that I understand. There is always risk to speaking the truth. The truth is never wrong or unsafe. The truth is absolute.

So I write to you now beautiful friends and family because the universe will take care of us. We can not live in fear of the future. These days seem dark, These days seem scary. But the American people have been complacent for too long. And although the movements are ramping up. I want to be clear and say.. the individual must ramp up as well. We are only ever limited by our individual work.

I believe in each and everyone of us. I believe in myself. I believe in you. When we learn to center ourselves, the universe will take care of the rest. If your soul made a contract to learn love. The universe may have given you a life time of feeling unloved in order for you to learn what it means to be truly loved and to live in love.

The front door to happiness is the back door of depression.

Perhaps this blog wasn't on your list of things to read today but you found yourself here. Thank you. I am grateful you are reading if you are.  And happy to be on the earth and in a body during the same life cycle as each and everyone of you.

Warmly,
Av

What do you say to the white snow?

Dear white snow,
What do I say when your soft cold hands silence all the work I intend to do? How do I tell you I am in a land with community values I do not know well enough to avoid stepping over boundaries that aren't meant for me. White snow, I brought my snow shoes, you know? I am prepared in many ways, but not for this...
This new feeling, this new regime.

I wonder white snow, how I must look to you. Covered from head to toe in black. I see the way you blow around me, the way the rez dogs act.

They run in front of the car, they want your attention, they want mine. They refuse to come inside. They wait in the same spot everyday for you to come home and they stay alive despite the odds.

I wonder white snow what it means to have a school with no children and no teachers? How the work isn't going according to plan. How I guess nothing ever does or ever can.

I think about the individual. I think about myself. I think about the work to do and how to get there. I hate being useless. Sometimes you make me feel useless. I must huddle in my coat to protect my face and still there is skin I can not cover. Scars I can not erase.

This seems true for you too snow. The banks on the road so high, the ice on the ground. That feeling yesterday. The one that came all the way from Washington. You were meant to fall a day ago, but today I see your face. Your round face.

I slept all day you know. This heavy feeling in the light white snow.