As I struggle to understand the recent events in Paris, Beirut, Syria and other parts of the world, it is very difficult NOT to be angry and fearful. I have been asking myself, "What is a better way to understand and deal with this." I do not want to come from a place of fear and hatred, but from a place of hope, love and tolerance.
Scrolling through the hundreds of Facebook messages, most of them negative, I came across this Facebook post from Neale Donald Walsh,
author of the Conversations With God
It brought me great comfort and hope that there is a possibility for a better world, and solution to all the turmoil. It is a very long read but one I encourage you to indulge in, and if you are so inclined, I also encourage you to read the Conversations with God
series as reading those books changed my life and perspective.
A simple yet powerful message in the Facebook post is this: If we all understood and accepted this it would be the end of all war, poverty and suffering. So I invite you to send this message out, as Neale has, to everyone you come in contact with.
If we want our children and our children's children to know the beauty of the world and not its ugliness, we can start by sharing this:We are all one!
Ours is not a better way, ours is merely another way.
Click here to read the inspirational words of Neale Donald Walsh
Inspired by the "Million Acts of Kindness Tour"
founded by my friend Charmaine Hammond
, I wanted to share a personal story.
Last year my sister Diane was diagnosed with breast cancer. She underwent a unilateral mastectomy, and for over a year endured chemotherapy, and radiation. She remained very positive throughout her ordeal and had little side affects other than losing her hair. She is now in remission and is cancer free.
Two years ago, the women in my family decided we would plan a tropical vacation for this coming February. Diane, like the rest of us, were planning and praying to go on this once in a life time vacation with our 'girl family'. She has never been on a 'tropical' vacation in her life, and likely hasn't been outside of Canada. Unfortunately, this dream was shattered for her when she heard the dreadful words, "You have cancer!"
When it came time to booking our trip, Diane had not worked in over a year because of her treatments and has a very limited income. She knew she would not be able to afford to go.
My niece Kari, daughter of another sister, came up with the idea for us to pitch in and pay for Diane's trip. We knew what she had been through, and saw her courage and determination to beat the odds. We knew that she would likely never in her life be able to afford a trip of this nature and this would be a once in a life time opportunity for her.
With the financial help of my mom and a few of her sisters and Kari, my sister Diane gets a trip of a lifetime to celebrate her bravery and recovery from breast cancer. What better way to make a difference in someone's life!
When we told her what we were planning all she said was, "I am so grateful! I have the best family in the world! I am going to Mexico! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
It didn't take much from any of us to make this happen for her, but coming together and giving her this gift made her so happy and excited. This random act of kindness not only meant the world to her, but also meant the world to us being able to give it!
If you have a random act of kindness that you would like to share please go to http://charmainehammond.com/
Yup, my typical day has certainly changed since Hailey and Tyson came to live with us. I went from thinking only about myself, doing what I like, and having "my own" time to getting them up and out the door for school, ensuring they have all their "stuff" for the day, going to the school to deliver what they forgot, attending award ceremonies, Christmas concerts and Parent Teacher Interviews; running them to taekwondo and swimming lessons, to friend's houses and the library to get more books for them to read; taking them shopping for Halloween costumes or school projects or more clothes and shoes because they are growing out of them; encouraging them to go outside to play and get some exercise rather than sit at a screen all day; catching up on so many more loads of laundry and dishes; ensuring their homework is done, lunches are made, baths are done, and that they have brushed their teeth; then giving them a hug, "I love you" and kiss them good night.
Ahhhh.... now I will return all the texts, emails and phone calls; do all the owed visits and blogging that I have neglected to do.
And I wouldn't change a single thing! <3
With all the bad press health care gets its good to share things like this. A lot of loving caring people do this every day and don't get the recognition they deserve. This really touches my heart and I am proud to be part of this organization for 27+ years. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_BAAeBtEX8
The last few weeks I have written about how I was able to overcome depression and find joy and happiness in my life again. I wrote my book in hopes to help others who suffer from this dreadful disease; many in my own family. This post is done with a heavy heart and dedicated to my nephew Trevor.
When I was seven years old my mom and dad came home one day to tell me I was an aunty for the first time. I was so PROUD! I couldn’t wait to meet him. I practically grew up with my oldest nephew. I babysat him, I gave him his first cigarette; not good I know. We went out on Saturday nights. We had many heart-to-heart talks. We were more like friends then aunt and nephew. Not long ago he spent a few weekends at my house renovating my kitchen for me.
How I wish I would have known it would be one of the last times I would see him. How I wish I could have talked to him once more. How I wish I could have helped. I knew he was troubled but I never dreamed he would do something so drastic.
Those of us left behind do not understand it and some may even think it’s selfish.
How could he do this to the people who loved him?
One thing I know is that he loved with all his heart. It was his wife, mother, children, brother, grandma, aunts, uncles and cousins that kept him here for as long as he was. He was likely thinking about us right to the very last moment! Having lived in that black hole I know it was out of desperation. He could no longer endure the pain.
He is the second nephew we have lost to suicide. My family has had enough! For as long as I live I will continue to raise awareness and fight against depression. I will continue do what ever I can to make other’s and my life more rosey.
I am grateful for the special times we had together. I know that God now holds you in his arms and that you have peace. Love you Trevor. I will miss you!
With dedication and love,
In the last few weeks I have shared how, for fifteen years, I suffered with depression. You may read the posts here: Part I
, Part II
, Part III
With the help of my doctor, medication, and psychologists, but also finding and nurturing my spirit, I was able to overcome it. All this happened eight years ago and I haven’t had depression since. Don’t get me wrong, there are still times in my life that I feel a little down and drift back to the deep dark place, but it is ALWAYS because I have been forgetting about ME, and as soon as I return to my spiritual rituals, life is good again, it NEVER fails!
We are so conditioned to only worry about the physical things. Eat healthy, keep fit, and look after our bodies; that definitely helps; but that isn’t all there is. We need to nurture our minds and our spirits as well, especially our spirit! Just because we can’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
It was learning who I really was and knowing I had the power, but most importantly it was finding and surrendering to something much more powerful than I, that helped me to pass through.
I share my experience in hopes to help you. I see so many people being afraid to face their demons and look within. That is where the light is. That is where the love is. That is where the healing begins. I pray with all my heart and SOUL that you find yours. Don’t be afraid to step into the light and kick the depression in the butt and find the beautiful flower you are. Through all the thorns and scrapes and scars, it is there, quietly waiting for you. All you have to do is open your heart and let it shine through.
To the beauty in you,
In previous posts I wrote about how I suffered from depression for fifteen years. I tried every conventional treatment there was with no relief. I read many books and studied many success and spiritual gurus to find the answers I was so desperately seeking. They all said the same thing! “The answers lie within. We are spiritual beings, we have the ability to choose our thoughts, and our bodies are just a vessel.
You can read them here: Part I
and Part II
I finally decided I would take a shot at it, what did I have to lose? I desperately tried to find this soul that they spoke about. I didn’t know how to go about it at first and it was really hard work but I kept at it, because the alternative was rather dismal. I started meditating and writing in a gratitude journal daily. Huh, that was hard! What the hell did I have to be grateful for? I started monitoring my thoughts and forced myself to replace the negative, ugly thoughts with good and positive ones. I started spending time in nature, just sitting and reveling in its beauty. I played soothing beautiful music; I sat in silence and just listened. And soon, very soon, my world around me began to change. I felt more at peace. I wasn’t as angry as I once was. The black cloud began to lift and I felt happier. Hmmmm, maybe there was something to this.
One day while sitting in the silence I heard a voice say loud and clear! Your happiness is inside of you! WOW! Really? Who the heck is this talking to me?
Through all of this soul searching I had many aha moments but the biggest one that came to me was that I LIVE in a physical body, I HAVE an intellect (mind), but I AM a spiritual being. My soul is my spirit, and when I took the time to nurture it, listen to it, understand it, and not be afraid of it, my whole life changed!
To be continued….
May you find your soul,
This is the second of a series of posts on how I overcame fifteen years of depression. You may read Part I here: Part I
I wrote of how I suffered through fifteen years of chronic depression. I thought that losing weight and looking good would bring me happiness but it didn’t. I didn’t understand the thoughts inside my head. Every thought I had was negative. I blamed everyone and everything for my rotten life. I wallowed in self-pity. Having my own little pity party gave me a pay back. People would feel sorry for me. People would look at me with pity in their eyes and that brought some sort of comfort to me. It was oh poor me, why do I have to go through this, not realizing that I was choosing to let my demons run my life. My husband at the time said to me one day, “Carla, you kind of feel sorry for yourself”. I said “WHAT?!?” How dare you say that to me! And later I learned that he was right.
After many psychologists, psychiatrists, therapists, doctors and medications – yup I have tried them all, I decided that these were only band aids to a much deeper problem. So in desperation I went searching. There had to be an answer and damn it, I was going to find it even if it killed me because living this way was as good as being dead anyway.
I read tons of books on how to be happy. I went to retreats and seminars. I studied many success and spiritual gurus and I found one common theme among all of them. I heard many times how we are body, mind and spirit but thought this was all weird hippy talk and didn’t want any part of it. It all sounded too scary to me. I learned that as humans we not only have a body, but we have thoughts, and we are 100% responsible for the thoughts we choose. We are also spiritual beings. What is this thing they called a soul? They all said, “Connect with your spirit because that is who you are, that is where the answers are, and they will never lie.” These gurus were even crazier than I was!
To be continued….
Here's to finding your soul,Carla
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I have had it. I am so angry at this disease we call depression that is robbing so many people of their lives! It is all around us. People I LOVE are suffering; people in the millions are suffering! It is as prevalent as cancer and poverty but no one wants to acknowledge it. We sweep it under the rug hoping it will go away, but it will never go away until we stand up, look it in eye, and kick it out the door for good.
This post is Part 1 of a series to tell you how I kicked depression in the butt. It would be far too long to include everything in one. It’s going to be real and raw and maybe even offensive to some. It is the only way I know to fight back and give hope to so many who are feeling helpless and lifeless. It is the only way I know how to help other’s who are suffering, just like I did.
I know this disease very well. I lived with it for many agonizing painful years. Yes, it IS VERY PAINFUL! More painful than any physical pain I ever felt. For fifteen years my life was worthless and meaningless. It was like I was living in a dark black cloud. I could see people all around me smiling and laughing and living these wonderful happy lives and I couldn’t understand why my life couldn’t be like theirs. I was jealous and envious of happy people. I put walls up around me so no one could get in. Even the people who loved me the most could not get near me. I wouldn’t let them in for fear that this bubble around me would break and I would be exposed and broken open.
Well folks, that is exactly what I needed to do to get out of the misery. I had to break myself OPEN! I had to stand up and not let the beast control me any longer. I had to open my heart and walk through the veil into the light and slam the door on the demons that over took me for so long.
When I was depressed all I focused on was my physical world and physical body. When I looked in the mirror I hated the person looking back at me! I was morbidly obese. I thought that if I could just lose some weight my life would be wonderful and I would be happy. I did lose the weight but my life didn’t magically switch to being wonderful like I thought it would. I was still miserable. I couldn’t understand it. My physical world all around me was beautiful. I lived in a lovely little cottage at the lake. I had all the toys and material things that money could buy. Life was all about the rat race; possessions and money and looking good; that’s what would make me happy..., or so I thought.
To be continued….
Carla Lindgren Coates
If you don't know me by now, I am all about manifesting and creating my own life. I know how important it is to choose my thoughts and know without a doubt that my thoughts create my reality. It has been proven to me time and time again. I focus on something and keep the faith that it will happen for me and it does time and time again!
I did it when I became a #1 Best Selling Author. I knew without a doubt it would happen. I put all of my focus on it, did the work that was required, kept the faith, and it happened.
The picture you see above is a painting of my childhood home where I grew up. This is my next "BIG" manifestation. Why do I have to manifest it? Well my parents no longer own it. I WILL own and live in this house again! Although it looks nothing like this picture. It was torn down and rebuilt by the current owners. It has not been in the family for ten years or more. Luckily though, Mom and Dad sold it to a friend of mine.
It is a little beyond my financial capability at the moment, but that does not deter me from my dream. I am constantly seeing my self and my family living there again. I see us having family reunions and Christmas's that we had when we were growing up. My mind never falters or doubts that at the time my friend is ready to sell, I will be able to buy it. Every thing I do and every goal I make is in preparation to be in a position to buy it and live there again.
I am posting this now as proof that manifesting is real and that when you ask for something, the Universe will do whatever it takes to make your dreams and wishes come true, as long as you remain focused and keep the faith. There is no doubt in my mind that I will be living here in a couple years and we will have those family reunions and Christmas's that we hold so dear. In two years, I will refer back to this post and prove to you that my manifestation did become reality. I have already made plans with my family. Christmas 2018 will be at the old farm house, "our house". Mark my words!
Keep the vision,