EnergieGal

We’re Doing Our Best

The more my heart expands, the less offended I am by people working out their particular stage of being human.

People can be absolutely maddening, can’t they? Oh, how easily someone can get under my skin and grind mah gears. Anyone relate?

And don’t get me started on how I can self-sabotage….

One of the biggest and most helpful perspectives that I have chosen on my journey of Peace is also one of the most challenging. It can be difficult for my ego to concede this particular point of view that I share here, but I must say that it has lent to very great healing in my life and so I offer it…. And it’s this:

In my relationships with others as well as the relationship I experience with myself, I hold the perspective that each of us is doing the very best that we can in that moment. And at the moment that we know better, we will do better.

I am doing the best I know how.

You are doing the best you know how.

At the level of awareness at which I am seeing feeling hearing sensing knowing, this is my best.

Ditto for you.

So, I allow myself to feel my feelings but understand in my head and feel in my heart that this is the best we know at this moment. Amen.

Breathe. Shoulders relax. Hug yourself. This being human thing… it’s great and awesome and adventurous and hard and abrasive and maddening. And worth it.

Keep on, My Friends.

Life Coach

Professional Listener

Lover of Peace

Love you.

Hugs.

Lis xxx

Prince Says So

What jazzes you? What sets you on fire, speaks to you, makes sense, and gets your attention? Movies? Parties? Cookbooks? Shopping? Yoga? Scrolling?

For me: words.

For me: music.

I am a lush for lyrics! Every day, I start my day with a walk (FurButt Gigi needs to poop and smell every single fire hydrant around the block. Every. Single. One.) Then… coffee and read. Then… lace up the sneaks and pop in the ear buds and go for a run.

I think it is less the feel-good of the run and more the yumminess of the music that gets my feet out on the pavement. I just love songs! The words speak to me… it’s like, somehow magically, mystically, the rock gods know which lyrics my soul needs to hear… 😉

This morning, it was Prince. His song Cream just did it for me today… the ultimate in sassy-ima-badass. I’ll take two, or three,or eleven, of these slices of pie, thankyouverymuch.

I’ve been doing some super duper brave things lately and I needed to hear that I was headed in the right direction… God speaks in the most unique ways for me. Which jazzes me big time.

“This is it… it’s time for you to go to the wire… you will hit… because you got the burnin’ desire.”

“You’re so cool… everything you do is success…”

“Take a chance… it can only make ya stronger… it’s your time!”

You’ve been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens.
Louise Hayes

We’re always thinking something… and every cell in our bodies believes every single word… so why not think BIG, KIND, and HOPEFUL?

How about you? Is there a song that makes your heart sing along? Do you have a fave? Or a fave artist?

I’m so thankful to be doing this big, wonderful, precious adventure with you… “you’re filthy cute and baby ya know it…” 🙂

I love you.

Hugs,

Lis xxx

I CHOSE THIS

Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it.
E. Tolle

True story:

Just returned from a long walk downtown and all was cool but then began to feel that same vibe of discouragement and disappointment that I’ve felt so often throughout my life — I think it’s in my genes, thank you Mom n Dad but hey also thanks for my pretty eyes and inquisitive nature — and instead of entertaining it, listening to it, I took a deep breath and voiced, “I chose this. I am choosing how I feel in this moment. And maybe I’m feeling discouraged and maybe I’m feeling disappointed… but this is not happening TO me or AGAINST me… I’m choosing this and it’s happening FOR me.”

Always work with it, not against it. Make it your friend and ally, not your enemy. This will miraculously transform your whole life.
E. Tolle

It stopped me in my feel-sorry-for-me tracks, oh that rut!, and kept me “here now.”

Hubs walked in from work at that moment. I told him, “I am feeling some rough vibes but they’re happening FOR me. I just can’t see it yet. But I’m staying. And accepting.”

And it made me feel more powerful.

Just to acknowledge how I’m feeling and my accepting the moment as is rather than making it wrong and needing to be fixed. The moment was uncomfortable, but not wrong. I needed to be hugged and assured, but not fixed.

Ah, this earthly journey. So rich in experience!

Love you.

Hugs.

Lis xxx

Why Giving Up Works

Surrender – The Bravest Act

You’re afraid of surrender because you don’t want to lose control. But you never had control. All you had was anxiety.
Elizabeth Gilbert

STAND YOUR GROUND!

Sounds like such a good and noble act… “Do not give in! Do not give up! Stay with the ship – yea, yeah, it’s sinking but… go down with it! Let them drag you out, kicking and screaming! Show them who’s Boss! Get a spine, man!” and other such gobbledeegook.

Sigh.

Maturation knows when to stay and when to go, when to hold on and when to release. I’m not sure any other person can tell us which is our personal journey. We must see it for ourselves.

Sometimes, it’s not the times you decide to fight, but the times you decide to surrender, that make all the difference.

I ask myself, during those times in which I feel myself trying to control situations or people: what is my controlling getting me? Why am I trying to control this person or this event? What does it profit me to control?

It usually comes down to a few things:

I think I know best.
I’m too afraid to let the other one fail.
Because that might make them feel badly about themselves.
And then, especially if it’s my child or a best friend, I’ll feel badly.
And I don’t like feeling badly. Feeling badly feels like shit.

So, basically, I’ve learned about myself that I try to control situations and people so that I feel comfortable. Validated. Appreciated. Intelligent.

But, mostly, comfortable.

I’ve dichotomized the concept of how I feel. Comfortable = good; anxious = bad.

But what if “comfortable” and “anxious” are just feelings? What if they’re not good or bad, but just experiences?

Not feeling in control makes me feel anxious. Anxiety is a rough vibe, man. There’s the wacky breathing, the sweating, the blurry vision, the feeling of claustrophobia, the free-fallin’ can’t-predict-what’s-next, the can’t breath-talk-walk… yea, anxiety sucks.

Unless, it doesn’t. Unless, it’s a messenger.

Could my anxiety – these feelings of out-of-control – actually be trying to tell me something?

Where am I trying to maintain status quo?
Where am I trying to know the future?
Where am I trying to be sure everything around me is smooth, easy, peaceful?
Where am I trying to be sure the ones around me are happy, safe, secure?
Where am I trying not to rock the boat?
Where am I forgetting that God has my back?
Where am I forgetting that this life isn’t all designed for my comfort?
Where am I forgetting that in difficulties and obstacles lies some of my greatest opportunities for growth and revelation?
Where am I forgetting that breakdowns often offer my biggest breakthroughs?
Why am I so averse to admitting that I’m just freakin’ scared?
When did I start forgetting to be gentle and kind, compassionate and patient with myself? others?
Am I trying to control so that others view me as awesome?
When did I forget what others think doesn’t matter and that what I think about myself is vital?
When did I forget I came here – slipped into some skin – for the purpose of a journey, for experiencing the full gamut of all that Life has to offer?

Surrender is deeply misunderstood as an act of weakness. Surrender is the bravest and most lucid thing a human ever does, and that’s why it’s so precious to the Divine.
Andrew Harvey

And so… how to surrender?

Well, if it were a cookie-cutter, step-by-step, we’d all be doing it… clearly, this is not the case. Surrender is one of the highest bits of Wisdom. We learn Wisdom, we grow into Wisdom, we mistake ourselves into Wisdom. We patience ourselves, humble ourselves, and ponder ourselves into Wisdom.

Here is my response to a precious friend who confessed her recent bouts of anxiety:

So many of us are feeling incredibly anxious as well… there’s a lot going on in the world and has been… so our reaction – anxiety – is actually very understandable. WHAT IF WE CHANGE THE NARRATIVE? What if we ALLOW ourselves to feel the anxiety – oh God, so uncomfortable! – without trying to figure it out or push it away or shame ourselves for its appearance… maybe, just maybe, it’s like a friend who is super duper annoying but you keep around because, dagnabit, in and amongst their difficult countenance is a message… So, anxiety comes knocking… breathe. Reframe. This is here FOR me, not something that’s happening TO me against my will and wishes… this will not last forever… I give myself permission to be CURIOUS about what’s going on in my body, in my mind, in my heart… I remain COMPASSIONATE towards myself and others because feeling shit is really hard and I’m not used to it (let me just eat or drink or watch TV or scroll social media, distract distract distract) and then, I allow COURAGE to flow from within me… to remember that this life is an EXPERIENCE, not something I’m trying to figure out… but something I GET TO LIVE. The good, the bad, and the ugly of it all… maybe feeling scared and anxious is part of the journey… feelings to feel, without judgment… so, let me own it all, grateful… you, my friend, are not alone – and you are loved. Here’s a hug. My intention is to have encouraged you, so I hope you feel seen, heard, validated. Love you. -Lis xxx

To all of us who have been struggling in a space of anxiety, I am sorry. I feel us, I hear us, I see us, and I love us. Take heart. This passes. Do your best to see the good, feel the power of Love vibrations in your body, and make sure you’re not watching too much social media… eat well, drink lotsa water, find reasons to laugh with friends, and be on the receiving end of daily hugs.

Being human, this earthly journey, is hard, but it’s also really, really magnificent.

I love you.

Hugs,

Lis xxx

Risky Business

What’s In YOU?

That risk you are afraid to take might be the one that changes your life completely.
Kylie Francis

Ran 12 miles this morning.

At the start of the 12th, told my partner that I wanted to walk the last one. No shame in this… but he asked me if I would consider pushing harder — and my last mile was my fastest.

Who knew I was capable of this?

I’m so thankful for his encouragement and kinda-dare-ya….

I found within me a beast I didn’t know was there.

How about you?

Maybe, at the edge of breakdown… is breakthrough.

Meet ya there.

Thank You

You’ll be amazed at what you attract after you start believing in what you deserve.
OUI,WE

True story:

I kneel down at the edge of the bed every night as a last act of gratitude to Life and all that I was allowed to experience that day, the good-bad-ugly of it… the fun-scary-uncomfortable of it…

“Thank you.”

I’m not fancy, just a simple acknowledgment… and then I ask for the grace to be healed in the yet hurting areas of my being.

Worthiness is my personal journey… the realization, the remembrance that I am completely deserving of the fullness of Life – we are…

Don’t know why I struggle in knowing my worth… but I am joyful to report I am on the journey of remembering who I am, who we are.

Thankful indeed.

HEAVENLY THOUGHTS

“Mrs. Glasier, how do you get to heaven?” asked the kindergarten children.

“How do YOU think you get to heaven, children?” and each had an answer…

“Be nice to your sister.”

Yep!

“Be sure not to lie to mommy about who ate the cookies.”

Yep!

“Help my babysitter with my little brother because he cries alot.”

Yep!

“Ya gotta die.”

This was Shaness. Oh, we laughed in the faculty room about that answer. At the time, I agreed with little Shaness. You do indeed need to die to get to heaven.

I don’t believe that anymore.

I think, as Jesus did, that heaven is right here.

On earth.

Right now.

If.

If you have eyes to see it,

A heart to embrace it.

Love.

Love as a frequency, a dimension, a realm of possibility

That’s right here.

Now.

I’ve become less curious about what happens after I die and where do I go and how do I get there… and more intrigued about what happens while I’m living. The Here, The Now. These are the things that are occupying my attention and intentions lately.

Yesterday, Husband and I attended a most beautiful wedding. He and I arrived early to the reception and had the divine pleasure of watching everyone enter. The music was playing, the banquet table was literally laden with foods – cheeses, crackers, pizzas, cookies, drinks, cakes, olives, did-I-mention-cookies – and the chandeliers were stunning! Each table was set with fine china and goblets, the wine was flowing like a river, baby, and there were big green plants on every table and hanging from the ceiling.

It was like heaven, man. Paradise-on-earth.

As each guest entered through the big set of doors, everyone clapped, raised a glass, hurrahed and ran over to greet and hug-n-kiss… the energies of Love were palpable. Each one who joined the party was celebrated… as if a long-gone-been-waiting-all-this-time Beloved had returned Home.

HEAVEN ON EARTH.

Needless to report, I cried during most of the service as well as the reception. I am easily moved by energies and these were big and mighty and joyous and full. The two making vows of “I sure do!” held high vibe fo sho. Humor, tenderness, passion, hope. They were so attracted to each other and their energies lit up the whole room.

Heavenly.

I dunno how it all goes down when we slip out of this skin and earthly dimension and into the next leg of the journey. I only know that there’s something. I’ve attended a number of “transitions” which is to say that I’ve held hands and sang over those who are experiencing their last few breaths here on this side. And it is magical. Mystical. You can feel it – one moment, they’re here and the next moment, they’ve left and that it’s good. All good.

I’ve decided, however, that rather than wait for death to get to heaven, Ima going to celebrate life and live it to the fullest. Because I think heaven’s vibe is here on earth, if not also Somewhere Else or Over There or On The Other Side. Maybe it’s not either-or, but BOTH.

AND.

You, should you choose, can experience Heaven here AND there.

Like Heaven here is a warm-up for Heaven there.

Like Heaven here is a marathon, and when you “cross the finish line,” you get to keep racing and running and being cheered on and eating m-n-m’s at the aid stations.

Like Heaven here is friendships, laughter, tears, sorrow, cookies, cleaning the bathrooms, doing homework, swimming in the ocean, walking through the woods, and even grocery shopping… because making memories is a GIFT, experiencing the good-bad-ugly of being in skin and on earth and among The Collective is a GIFT, and starting to remember that we are Divine and One is a GIFT.

What if Heaven is there…

But ALSO here?

(How would that change things for me, for you, for us?)

In response to those inquisitive kindergarten children…

How do we get to Heaven?

Perhaps, perhaps by dying.

But, oh God yes, by LIVING.

Amen.

And, for sure, whether Heaven HERE or Heaven THERE, you’ll find me over by the cookies… because… well, cookies… Is there anything much more heavenly than cookies? 😉

Celebrating you,

Rejoicing beside you,

Hugs,

Lis xxx

Anticipaaaaation!

Lately I’ve been pondering the difference between “anticipation” and “expectation.” If there is one… and I’m feeling like there is. For me, at least.

Anticipation: look forward to

Expectation: a strong belief that something should happen

I’m splitting hairs, I know. Wordsmith, me. But hear me out. There is a definite difference in the feel of the vibration of these two words, ANTICIPATION and EXPECTATION.

Do you feel it too?

When I drop into ANTICIPATION, I start to smile and rub my hands together with great excitement… like a kid on Christmas morning, just sure there’s a puppy under the tree.

I feel ANTICIPATION in my heart space.

I feel ANTICIPATION like a flutter in my tummy.

When I drop into EXPECTATION, it feels heavier. My first response is to cross my arms and furrow my brow, even tap my foot or drum my fingers. Like, helllloooooo, come on already…

I feel EXPECTATION into my jaw and throat space.

I feel EXPECTATION into my feet, and like a weightiness on my shoulders.

Again, I get it. This is picky stuff.

But maybe it matters after all. Our words, our thoughts, they create our reality. They create the vibration in which we hang out. These words are like rudders in the boat, steering us one way or the other.

To me, there’s a presumptive feel to EXPECTATION. It feels like pressure. Pressure on me or the other or God. “I expect my birthday to be the best one ever.” I’m all for setting the bar, but what if EXPECTING is setting me up for less than God had planned for me? What if I’ve expected something out of my ego – a car would be nice – and the Universe knew that the best thing for me would be a bicycle… wouldn’t I be disappointed? Or what if I tried really hard in a relationship and expected reciprocal behavior… and it never manifested… wouldn’t I feel disappointed? Is EXPECTATION a set-up for disappointment?

(Not that disappointment is bad, mind you. We can experience disappointment and learn many things… but what if disappointment – painful, disturbing, dream-robbing – is a symptom of something not quite right in our beliefs, our thought system, our feelings… ya know, like, say, EXPECTATION. Hmmmmm.)

Does EXPECTATION narrow my view? Can I not see goodness as clearly because I’m focused on my presumed set of expectations and outcomes?

These are the things I wonder about….

Even the ketchup dudes who knew that Carly singing “anticipaaaaation” while those cute kids waited for the sweet red sauce to ooze its way out of the bottle would stir within us a happy feeling… make us crave ketchup on all our burgers and fries. Ketchup, good! Anticipation, yes! Good!

ANTICIPATION feels like expansion. It feels like youth and giggles and excitement. It feels like wide open possibilities and surprises. It feels like appreciation for whatever manifests and allowing “whatever” to be however the Universe decides. Because sometimes God knows best. 😉

If I train hard, stay focused, and ANTICIPATE a fun time at the race… it’s different from training hard, staying focused, and EXPECTING a fun time at the race. I dunno why, but it feels so different to me to stay in a space of CURIOSITY rather than PRESUMPTION.

It feels easier to hold curiosity than entitlement. Curiosity still has air, still breathes. Entitlement feels stale, abrasive, heavy, tight.

I think we’re in a time in earth’s history where the words we use directly affect the vibration at which we see and create our reality. I’m no prophet and I don’t know nature’s ways, but maybe it does count? 😉

What do YOU think?

Curiously, in childlike anticipation,

Lis xxx

PS Love you. Hugs.

A Prayer

BECOMING

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
e. e. cummings

Abba, share your heart with me. Wake me up where I am yet asleep. Bring me to life where I am yet dead. Open my eyes where I am yet blind. Open my ears where I am yet deaf. Open my heart to Love where I am yet in fear. Open my arms in courage where I am yet closed up and afraid. Heal my body where I am yet dis-eased. Bring a peace that surpasses understanding where I am yet scattered and in doubt. Soften me to forgiveness where I am yet hardened in judgment. Open my creativity and vision where I am yet pinched into a self-imposed box of logic and people-pleasing.

If yet a caterpillar, allow that I would prepare to cocoon.
If in the cocoon, allow that I would prepare to emerge.
If emerging, allow that I would patiently dry my wings.
If my wings are dry, allow that I would begin to flap and prepare to fly.
And if flying, allow that I would give glory to God for the transformation.
Lisa Augustine Glasier

And so it is.

Hugs,

Lis xxx

There’s Giving & Then There’s…

Wisdom From A Sink

I GOT A NEW SINK!

Husband installed a brand new bathroom sink in “my” bathroom today. I am thrilled…and, if you’ve read me enough then you know this, I am also thrilled for the new-n-higher-vibe thoughts roaming around in my head and through my body… all because of this new sink.

Swear to stars, I can find a pony anywhere… 😉

Husband is a sweet dude. All-over kind and generous soul. And a contractor. He’s super talented at fixing things, building stuff, creating something amazing out of nails, some glue, a bit of wood, a shoe string, and a roll of duct tape. My own MacGyver. ❤

But lately he’s been checking things off so many others’ list of to-do’s and wish-this’s… and our needs have been put last last last on the gitterdones. I understand this. I really do. And am not one bit resentful.

Okay, maybe one little bit.

I get it. This is his job. This is how we eat and pay our car insurance.

But still.

He mentioned doing yet another little extra job for yet another little friend and, well, I sighed. That’s all. I sighed. “I am thrilled for them. They are going to love your work!”

He arrived home early from work yesterday, new sink in hand. Well, not actually in hand. It was in the back of his truck. But you feel me.

“What up, Bro?” (I call everyone that.)

“New sink.”

“Where’s it going?”

“Upstairs bathroom.”

“For real?”

“For real, Babe.” (I am the only one he calls that.)

Snoopy dance.

It looks so good! The other sink and vanity set was here – and in beat condition – when we bought the house 30 years ago. As my MomJuls would toot, “That sink doesn’t owe you a cent!” No, it does not.

I figure the sink has been turned on and off some 20,000 times. That’s alotta teeth-brushing and hand-washing, baby.

The toilet and shower are shady. The floor shadier. But we’ll get there. The journey of a thousand steps… is accomplished one step at at time.

For now: sink and vanity – done.

First world prob – so perspective and loads of gratitude. It’s just a sink, but it is my sink… and for this new one, I am mighty grateful.

There for a moment, I felt guilty for taking time away from others to have something done for me. I know how many people line up to have his handiwork come to life… and I was mentally chastising myself for “being so selfish.”

“It is better to give than receive.”
I have no idea because I didn’t bother to look it up because I don’t agree so why waste my time thankyouverymuch.

In years past, I have not been a gracious receiver. It has made me feel uncomfortable. As I became CURIOUS as to why, why I have cringed at being given anything, I have realized something about myself. I have been ashamed of receiving. I have unknowingly, unconsciously judged myself for being too weak to make it on my own. All this to say: I have judged Receivers.

I have judged myself. For being too weak. I equated receiving with weakness.

But IS THIS TRUE? Am I weak because I receive? More clearly now, I see… no. More than ever now, I believe that we are designed to travel in tribes. Together. As a pack, encouraging one another along. Giving, yes, but also RECEIVING.

STRONG PEOPLE DON’T NEED HELP… said a former misled and overwhelmed soul named Me… who eventually, thankyouGod, figured out that this is a lie.

Giving and receiving are the same vibration, just different expressions.
Giver-and-now-also-Receiver Me

Giving is noble, feels awesome. Receiving holds the same feels. I’m starting to understand this now.

Until we can receive with an open heart, we are never really giving with an open heart. When we attach judgment to receiving help, we knowingly or unknowingly attach judgment to giving help.
Brene Brown

Sink received! My heart is open to receive and – now – also open to give… without judgment upon the receiver. This is actually a bigger deal for me than it may sound. Coming out of judgment upon those receiving is mighty healing. It has paved the way for me to offer freely, and the energetic transmissions between giver and receiver are pure for they are borne of Love.

Humbly flow. Sometimes you’re the giver and sometimes you’re the receiver. And it’s all good. Really. All. Good.
Sink

So… thrilled for others when they reap the bennies of Husband’s handiwork… and super duper thrilled for me on those occasions that I too get to be the receiver of such craftsmanship.

Yay for you!

Me too!

Good to know, there’s enough Hubs around for all of us. 🙂

Experience had.

Truths gleaned:

Sinks can last a really long time.
Be thankful for everyone’s blessings. After all, we are all one. Good for you means good for me too.
It is good to give.
Allow goodness to flow towards me as well. After all, we are all one. Good for me means good for you too.
It is good to receive.
I hit the lottery with Hubs. Amen.

With you all the way.

Love you all,

Lis xxx