Preparing for Great Change


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Photo by Leah Schroeder

These words have been brewing for a bit waiting to be released in written form.  I don’t know what will emerge as I open myself to allow my thoughts to flow.

I mentioned a few months ago, feeling like I am in a process of birthing.  I have more clarity surrounding that process now. There is a big wave of change coming and I am preparing.   I could say it will be and already is a significantly defining moment in my life. I feel that within every fibre of my being.

I have spent the past month and a half engaged in some deep self-healing/transformation and have more to come in the next few months.  I have been having visions of important actions for me to take over the next while to bring closure to this phase of my life so I can move forward freely into the next.  I am fully committed to this process, not holding back any longer.  I am no longer waiting for certain things in my life to line up, or other people to let go, so that I can go forward.

There has been some grieving through this process as I acknowledged the transition to Spirit one of my mentors, a woman who has had a great impact on my life.  She will continue to have a presence and significance in my life as I move forward.  There are other forms of grief being processed within me as I release attachment to roles I have played in order to make space for the new.

In the last few weeks there have been a few events happening around me that have been in my thoughts.  I am not sure exactly how it fits into my process at the moment, but I have been able to observe without attachment.  Something that would have triggered me in the past brought to my awareness compassion and empathy.  I was very aware that I was no longer angry and wasn’t even interested in going there when others attempted to pull me into it.

When I began to feel the deep pain of the situation, instead of reacting to it, I chose to spend some time in meditation, sending love to all those involved.  It brought to my awareness that the most important thing for me to do in that moment was to shift my energy.  Doing so brought me a sense of peace.  Everyone involved had lessons to learn, including me as the observer.  I am grateful for this new level of awareness.  I feel somehow this is an important part of the process I am in the middle of.

I have an awareness that the karmic lessons of my life are showing themselves once more to challenge me to move through them.  Instead of feeling powerless, I embrace my power and create space for my light to shine through.  I embrace the expression of the Divine that I am.  I am shedding the old layers I have carried and blossoming into a new way of being and living.

As I write this, I bring my awareness to the beauty of life that surrounds me: the plants that I have been gifted to care for lined up in front of my window, all the trees out my front window that create a magnificent canopy over the road and house along the street that I live on.  I enjoyed an afternoon at the lake a few days ago, feeling surrounded by the coolness of the water and aware of the majestic sky carrying amazing cloud formations.  Life is really magical when I observe what surrounds me.

Every moment I experience is an incredible blessing.  I am grateful for the lessons, for the continuous challenge to shift my consciousness, raise my vibration, and support others as they do the same.  I am grateful to be at a place in my life where I can step fully into my divine calling, completely surrendering and trusting the road will reveal itself as I continue to take steps forward, and knowing that I am fully surrounded and supported in the process.

Blessings to you.

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Leah Schroeder is a Reiki Master, Integrated Energy Therapy® Master-Instructor, and ThetaHealing® Practitioner, www.lifeforcehealingservices.ca .  “I was born and raised in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. For most of my life this has been and currently is the place I call home. I spent 17 years working in Financial Services.  A strong sense that there is something more I am supposed to do in the world, a fascination with energy and a series of intuitive nudges have led me to begin practising Reiki,  ThetaHealing®, and IET®. I have a desire to learn, practice, and teach other healing modalities, empowering others to help shift the consciousness of humanity.  I am grateful for the opportunity to share my thoughts and stories with you.”

The many “whys”…


I have not been a member of a church for about 40 years, but have always been very spiritual. About five years ago, I had a huge spurt of spiritual growth after reading The Secret by Rhonda Byrne. It continues to amaze me how much I have learned just by looking around with my own eyes and from not being confined by the words spoken within the walls of a church building.

So, after a massive 8.9 magnitude earthquake hit the Pacific Ocean near Northeastern Japan in 2011, I sat down and tried to “spiritually” reason out why these tragedies occur.

If what I’m learning about “our thoughts create our life” is true, then it must be a fair assumption that this is true for the 7 billion+ other people living on this planet as well. That’s a lot of data to be processed in order for all of us to get what we ask for.

One could say that no one asked for these types of tragedies to occur, but if you believe that “we get what we focus on the most”  perhaps there was a subconscious fear of this tragedy occurring based upon what was happening in other countries. Subsequently, their fear created their reality.

If what I’m learning about “we are all from Source” is true, then perhaps this is just “us” living another experience within this human existence.

If what I’m learning about “love is the answer to everything”, perhaps there was so much more hatred than love being projected that a tragedy was created to bring us together in love, restoring balance to the world.

If you believe no part of what I have just written, perhaps it was Mother Nature fighting back because of our abuse of the resources she has given us.

If you believe that God is judgmental and punishes us for our sins, perhaps it really is the beginning of the end of the world.

If you compare our knowledge of the divine with an iceberg, most of us are truly standing on the very tip of it. We can see a large expanse of surface ice, but have no knowledge of there being anything else other than that surface.

Some of us can step back and look at something from a different perspective, like we would look at an iceberg from the deck of a boat. We can see much more of the iceberg, yet that is only as much as about 1/8th the size of the actual iceberg.

Like an iceberg, the majority of knowledge and understanding of the divine is hidden. It contains the many “why’s” that some people believe only a few can see by using special “equipment” some of us call “gifts”, but I have come to believe that we are all capable of the same understanding and knowledge. As a parent, I want the very best things in life for all three of my children. I wouldn’t think that God is any different. He would want the same gifts for all of his children, not just the few we have selected to be our spiritual leaders and teachers of the various religious cultures we have created to help guide us through life.

My conclusion is that there is no single “why” for anything that happens. I see each moment of each of our individual lives as part of one gigantic puzzle that must be manipulated countless times within every moment just to make one tiny piece fit.

As Rabbi Irwin Kula said, “Each person, each culture, each religion has part of the truth; none has it all.”

To actually have the ability to understand the “why” in any tragedy is beyond the realm of the human consciousness, because to understand everything would give us nothing to seek.

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My name is Laura Mozer Davis, and I was born over half a century ago. My life’s journey has included raising three children as a single parent while caring for my parents who both became disabled during the last 10 years of their lives. Now that my children are grown and my parents have passed into the next part of their journey, I finally have time for me to grow as a person, not as just a care-giver. What I am learning, however, is that my destiny is to always be a care-giver. When I started writing for The Daily Sisterhood blog, I realized that I was to continue my care-giving through my writing. If my words help even just one person find either solace or joy, I know my life continues to have meaning.

Santa’s Workshop


I’ve been in California for two weeks now, visiting my parents. I seem to have developed a tradition of sitting around reading or going on Facebook, not getting out much, becoming increasingly bored. To break this mould I decided to scare myself a little, so I signed up to volunteer for the Salvation Army. The website said they needed help sorting toys.

The Salvation Army had installed themselves at a huge warehouse in the middle of the State Fair’s empty premises. I walked in to find rows and rows of numbers, bags, unsorted presents. I was a little overwhelmed and a little bit late, too.

So I walked up to the first person I could find, and asked, what should I be doing? They told me, “go get a blue volunteer’s apron and a name-tag and we’ll put you to work”. I did as I was told and was quickly given a collection of “Angel Cards” for a local family.

Each Angel Card represented a real, living, dreaming child. It stated their name, age, gender, and desired gift. In my hand I had the hopes and dreams of children at Christmas. At my fingertips there was a selection of toys for children of all ages, the likes of which would have made just about any child (including my inner child) go a little bit crazy. Dolls, teddies, race cars, books, puzzles, art kits, basketballs… and so forth.

The child represented by the card in my hand was a 5 year old girl who wanted a doll. I went to the dolls and selected a beautiful one for her. Next up, a 9 year old who wanted an art kit. I found a paint set and a craft project and gave her both. Then there was a 6 year old boy who wanted Lego. I asked the other volunteers, had anyone seen any Legos? A few volunteers grabbed some and threw them to me, I selected two small kits for the boy. Next up, an 8 year old boy. He wanted a bike.

There weren’t any bikes left. That stung. I sighed a little and got him a basketball, so at least he could have some fun being active.

And so forth, I went through the cards, trying my best to fulfill the hopes and dreams of the children, hoping and praying that those who’s dream gifts weren’t available wouldn’t take it as a reflection on whether they were naughty or nice. It is a powerful experience to be trusted with the dreams of a young child, and with the gifts and donations of what must have been thousands of people, all trying to ensure these children know that they are innately valuable.

Through this process, I realized something that shocked my cynical adult mind – Santa does exist. This warehouse was his workshop, and I was an elf.

Photo from the Salvation Army on Facebook

Santa’s Workshop, Sacramento – Photo from the Salvation Army

We need to get rid of the naughty or nice paradigm. It only suggests kids may be undeserving of love and blessings (and these in their materialistic manifestation, presents) because their behavior does or doesn’t conform to societal expectations. The truth is that nobody sees it that way. Nobody questioned whether any of the 2000 children we were serving were deserving of their presents. They are deserving, simply by virtue of the fact that they are children. A child’s dream is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Why should we pretend that there’s only one person and a lot of magical creatures delegated to the process of giving? The truth is so much more beautiful than that. The truth is that the spirit of Christmas, in its most pure authentic form, is the spirit of giving, and it lies inside every one of us. Every man, woman and child who ever stopped to buy an extra present for a child they would never meet. Every person who went an extra mile to get the exact gift they knew their loved one would adore. Every anticipating face watching that loved one open their present on Christmas morning, hoping the gift will be something they wanted. Hoping the recipient will, through the gift, feel the thought and love behind the intention of the giver.

I think when I have kids, I’ll tell them Santa is a spirit and Mummy was once one of his elves. And through the act of giving, they, too, can be elves.

May the spirit of giving be with you this holiday season.