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 →
Adaptability and Flexibility Without Breaking
I promised myself adaptability and flexibility toward working a job, but knowing my break point is paramount. It's better to break my promise than break myself. The interview was very different. Both doctors are friendly and interesting. Many of my qualifications fit the job description and it sounds like something I would enjoy. They hadn’t... Continue Reading →
A Safe Yoga Home
I grab the yoga mat I inherited from Linda Esser and head out the door in her yoga pants. I only used them for lounging until now. It feels weird to be in public in lounge pants. The Heart Center Studio is my third ever Yoga class. It’s my first time to experience it as... Continue Reading →
WHAT in the WORLD am I doing!?
Why am I indoors on a gorgeously sunny spring Saturday? I could be hiking the Tallgrass Prairie but instead I am vacuuming the 1894 wood plank library sub-floor of an historic old house. WHY? I enjoy the mindlessness of the work and a special feeling of being a tiny part of the restoration of a grand... Continue Reading →
Who will I be if I let go of my stories? Writers attract and create stories. Who will we be if we try to have a conversation without telling each other our stories? What will we talk about? Concepts, principles, wisdom, lessons, but sometimes it is the story that illustrates to give a clear understanding.... Continue Reading →
It Changes You — Dirty Kanza 200
I get some of the sweatiest, grimy handshakes of my lifetime, and it doesn't even bother me. It feels wonderful to be a part of something monumental in these riders’ lives. I get to hear comments to the Race Directors as riders finish and many say, “Thank you, this is the best course I’ve ever done.” One rider says, “This is the greatest achievement of my life!” I say, “Congratulations! Good work!” Time after time the riders thank me for my hard work, for being there, for being a Gravel Groupie. I mirror it back, “Thank you for your hard work. Without you we wouldn’t be here. You’re welcome.” I know they aren’t thanking me personally, because all I did was show up the day before the race. They are thanking the Race Directors, all the support staff, the entire community of Emporia, the surrounding communities that participate and all the ranchers whose front and back yards they travelled. Our contact creates a bond of sweaty gray-dirt gratitude and inspiration. So as a last minute volunteer, I am honored to receive a multitude of gratitude. It changes you.
Flip Religious Solicitors
We are created to be creatures of habit, yet the nature of life is constant change. What a conundrum! Each day is like the blink of the eyes and gone before we know it. Just go through the days as they blink along. Focus on gratefulness that the systems are working perfectly. Be in the present moment allowing the flow of life and Spirit to carry me along.
I cleared my calendar for another escape, diversion and distraction. I needed to pull me out of my isolation and loneliness so I planned a trip to Kansas City to connect with other practitioners and friends. Almost as soon as I committed to the trip I didn’t want to go. It was not resistance, it... Continue Reading →
Mindful Love After Love
Sunday I was inspired to look for a mindfulness video to give my new clients. I need to introduce them to observing their thoughts before we start. That is part of how my mind was set up to help me heal so fast when Linda first taught me to tap. I found several videos but... Continue Reading →
Don’t Hold Yourself Back
Watching Tiffany and Heather is great for a lot of people, but there will be some who cannot relate to their stories when they can relate to others or mine. My parents were mostly calm, loving, supportive and encouraging. My childhood traumas were not so dramatic. There was no alcohol or drugs, no death threats... Continue Reading →