Manifestation Reality

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The other day I met up with some friends who I hadn’t seen in a long time and of course we got into a rather deep conversation about life and what we are doing in our own realities. It seems like this discussion is always coming up with me wether it be with a stranger or a life partner. While having the conversation I sat back and reflected to myself about how truly amazing we all are and what makes us do what we all do on a daily basis.

I was thinking about the person who goes to his job in a cubicle, the yoga instructor who sings to her students, the business man who drives his Lamborghini to his favorite coffee shop across the street instead of walking. We are all living out our realities. We have all chosen to be here. We have chosen to subscribe to this reality and participate in its course.

Gina and I have been talking so much about the subject of reality lately that it really gets my head spinning at times.

I believe that each person lives in his/her own reality in correspondence with everyone else, but that doesn’t mean that everyone is living in the same reality. I am not talking about parallel realities here, which is another equally interesting and important concept. I am talking about people living in your reality, however completely disconnected from the life that you have created.

Have you ever wondered how others varied so much from you in their perspectives, ideals and awareness? How are people allowing problems in their realities and not seemingly noticing them. It’s as if you are living in another world. Maybe the truth isn’t so far off. Just like the colorblind man, these others can not see the colors of the beautiful butterfly or the red blood on a politicians money, because you can’t see what you don’t know is there.

We are all here to live out our realities. I believe my life is a quest to learn and grow. The wonderful truth about it is that none of us can say for certain what our purpose is here, for none of us can prove indefinitely where we come from or how we managed into this physical form. It is all simply guesses, educated or not.

I am here to learn and grow. To do the acts that bring me into awareness and a highly developed consciousness. I couldn’t imagine a life without miraculous events and new experiences. I have come too far to subscribe to someone else’s ideas of life. It is my path to explore and be me at all costs. Some people blindly follow doctors orders, where I wouldn’t blindly follow anything. It’s more than the acceptance of someone else’s view point, it’s the desire to live my path next to theirs and understand that we are all on our own paths. That path is theirs and this path is mine.

I’ve learned to love everyone for their unique journey and never worry for their safety. I find myself worrying less each minute. Worry never changed my situation, it only incorporated into my reality. Live the life you want to. I believe it is the reason that you and I are here. I hope to see you out there smiling. Enjoy your day… Always.

UnSchool of Life: Undoing the Mundane Routine

As a kid, I refused to wear jeans. From the ages of 9-13, stretchy pants were IT for me. It was a comfort thing, mostly.  I’m ultra sensitive to the touch of scratchy fabric. Still. But,  I also  needed to express my differences. I spent most of my days just on the outskirts of the “in” crowd, and was totally okay with it.  My husband grew up expressing his differences in the ways lots of boys do. I’m not at liberty to spill exactly what that means. But,  somewhere in our charts de destiny — we have been dreamily aligned to raise a “different” child. But, believe me — we didn’t set out to do anything outside the “norm” when it came to starting our family. We did the doctor appointments, the pampers, the birthing classes. Soon enough, that fizzled though. And, even before my little Dougie’s health began to decline — he was showing us that he was destined for something more. When it came to schooling, at first we opted to have him evaluated  for special services through the Chicago Public School system. It took them over a year to complete their evaluation, and by the time we had our  first IEP meeting — his label of “severely autistic” was obviously invalid. He was healing through Body Ecology, Raw Foods, and the energy healing and sensory work that we do at home.  Still,  we took the label in hopes of getting him more education. Dealing with  the red tape, “autism specialists,” and trudging through the snow to get my child to one hour of speech therapy and occupational therapy each week was draining on him.  After one year of speech therapy, he never talked for his teachers. And, just preparing him for the trip was hell on us. He tantrummed and begged not to go. When I observed Dougie in class, I noticed all of the distractions present in the public school. Bells ringing, intercom going on and off, other teachers walking in, teachers stopping to discipline other kids and more. We tried private school and absolutely loved their routine and core belief structure. But, then there was the price and the fact that Dougie still wasn’t THRIVING. By this time, we took lots more care to teach him at home. Teachers were telling me that I should be worried that he wasn’t talking. I thought, “how could he talk when his gut is a mess?” He was healing, and all of the “teachers” and “authority figures” around him were trying to put information into him, and make him do things. But, Dougie needs to express things, let go of things, be absorbed in positivity, live out loud. Dougie needs to be free. He knew from the start that only I understood that, and I think that’s why he chose me. I remember being reminded over and over how important it is for children. “especially those on the spectrum” (ugh “the spectrum”… sheesh!) to have a  strict routine. Yeah, I see how that can help settle an overactive mind. We all crave structure for balance. But, that sure doesn’t mean commanding your children to do certain things or be a certain way. Our Daily Structure is Important to Us My goal is to get out of Dougie’s way so that he can thrive without having to depend on me forever. I don’t want him fully dependent on a specific routine. Much of my own success comes from being able to handle change. It’s all I know. So, it’s how we roll here. I know many children whose stories are similar to Dougie’s, and if  one of these children calls you mama or dad — just know that they chose you for a reason. If the homeschool or unschool bus is honking its horn at you — you can jump on.  Remember, I was told to worry because it’s well known that our  kids crave even more structure than the “norm.” Worrying has never done me any good. Ever. The Routine of No Routine Unschooling is reteaching my family how to live and be  with each other in deeper love and more productive ways. We feel we lost a lot of time worrying and working hard to do what was normal for our child. Here’s a glimpse into our day. maybe it will help you to:

  • Make and eat breakfast together (Dougie helps cut veggies, scramble eggs, pour smoothies, push blender buttons and choose what he wants. He also helps clean up).
  • Get dressed and spend some outdoor time at beach or park. We often bring toys or books and “work” outside.
  • Go to the store or market (Dougie fills his own cart, asks for what he wants and orders at the juice bar or deli. He also pays the cashier and talks to the workers at our local store. We often eat lunch outside.
  • Come home, light cleaning all together and play time for Dougie (he plays puppet show, Toy Story toys, paints, this is his alone time).
  • Nap time
  • More outdoor time, outside class like yoga or music, park or playdate.
  • Reading, art, music, math through games, puppet show or whatever we feel like — so long as it’s fun and creative.

We sign Dougie up for a few low-key activities where he can get time away and explore. He loves his yoga class. We also try to help him forge relationships with other children. He has his favorite friends and loves to play with his cousins. We take trips all over the city, show Dougie how to use the bus and read the signs, allow him to experience the different cultures we have here, and visit beautiful places. We walk, we climb, we never stop enjoying. Dougie is kindergarten age, and has learned all of this kindergarten lessons through play and fun. What a life! xoxo Gina