Haiku No. 460: Healing


When pain overtakes
And heartache knocks on your door
Listen to your breath

Float in the ethers
Rest the weary soul within
Keep only what serves.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Image from Unarium Wisdom via Google Images


SoCS Prompt: Soul/Sole Traveler

Note:  The prompt for today’s SoCS prompt is Soul/Sole to be used separately or together, however we choose.   SoCS is hosted by Linda G. Hill, at https://lindaghill.com/2019/03/15/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-16-19/

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The picture above is a picture of my soul traveler crystal. It is one of my favorite crystals of the many that I have. It is about 3” tall, about 1 ½” in diameter, terminated at one end. In the center is what is called an inclusion, a single black dot, which looks like it’s floating. That little black dot is what makes it a soul traveler.  (In order to enhance the picture enough to see the black dot, I had to cut off the terminated end of the crystal.)

I bought it at a place in CT, where I bought almost all my crystals, called Nature’s Art. I became good friends with the woman who managed the crystal and mineral store. Her name was Barbara, and she was a wonderful resource for all things crystal. She was 10 to 15 years older than me.  She had a wise countenance, and it went perfectly with the bun of white hair on top of her head. I once bought a crystal ball from her, though I had no idea how to use it. She said even though she normally only did this for family members, she would show me how to use it. Though I’ve never been able to see anything in it, I was honored that she showed me. I’ll try again one of these days.

In one corner of the store, they had a row of buckets, which were labeled $1, $2, $3 , and were full of crystals, which you could just pick through.  Barbara never minded when I came in to the store, sat down on the floor in the corner and went through the buckets.  I found some really cool crystals in those buckets. If I couldn’t identify them, I’d take them to Barbara and most of the time she could tell me right off the bat what kind of crystal it was, metaphysically speaking. Inner child, channeler, soulmate, tabby, stargazer, abundance. There are so many, so many more.  If she didn’t know what it was, or did but was unsure of the metaphysics of the crystal, she had the resources behind her counter to look it up.  But when I took this one to her, not knowing what if any signifcance it had, she looked at me wide eyed, and told me it was a soul traveler, on it’s way through the ethers. I asked her, “Is that soul, or sole?” Because obviously this tiny dot of inclusion was alone in the crystal. She smiled at me, and said, “Both, I would say.”  It was a somewhat unusual crystal to find.

Through the many years since then, I have collected more than my share of crystals. I have a few favorites. One of them is a dolphin crystal, so named because it is a larger crystal with a smaller one attached to one side, the way you see dolphins carrying their babies on their backs. Dolphin crystals are supposed to be very protective. This particular crystal also is a channeler, meaning one face of it has 7 sides and connects to a 3 sided triangle at the point, it is also a time-link, and a window, and is what is known as self healed, meaning it healed itself when it broke off from the main body. There are no jagged edges where it separated, they are all rounded and smoothed. Another favorite is my phantom crystal, which appears to have ghosts of the crystal inside it. Over the millenia, the same fluid which created the original crystal, poured on top of it, over and over, to create the outline of the previous lives in the crystal.

Dolphin Crystal                                                Phantom Crystal

Personally, I believe we are all soul/sole travelers. We are all making our way, evolving our souls, learning our lessons, and if this crystal’s energy somehow assists me in that journey, I’m happy to accept that assistance. It’s maybe part of the grand design of the universe, one of those markers you have to think about to get the message. After all, I’ve come to believe that nothing in the universe happens by coincidence. Which extends to the energies found in different crystals.

At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Maybe it’s just my way of justifying all the money I’ve spent on crystals but hey, but I don’t think so.

Love and light to all.


If you wish to take part in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, the rules are:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. I will post the prompt here on my blog every Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The,’” or will simply be a single word to get you started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read all of them! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later or go to the previous week by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

FIB No. 20: Belief



Smiles on

Me today


Of desires dreamed of long ago

I waited impatiently but I always believed


By Deborah E. Dayen

A FIB is a poem written in keeping with the Fibonacci sequence which is prevalent throughout nature.  Each line has the number of syllables in the previous 2 lines added together.  I love the organic feel of this form of poetry.

Sitting With It, or Him, or Her, or Them

At a meeting of my “Spirit Girls” a few weeks ago, one of the members told us about an interview she’d seen with Oprah and Adyashanti. He’s the author of the book “Falling Into Grace” and spiritual teacher. He had an interesting exercise to help deal with emotional energy that gets in your life from a relationship, past or present. This can be anger, a grievance we have not let go of an old resentment or a new one. It can be grief. But it has to be dealt with. Remember that there are no bad emotions, only bad ways of acting on them. We know that those feelings you bury don’t die, but will fester and rot and make you sick. We can deal with them in a productive way, and take back the power that they are trying to take from us.

Adyashanti suggests we sit down in a chair, and pull another chair up to us, so we are knee to knee. Focus on the empty chair, with a clear mind and see who shows up energetically, and have a conversation with them. I don’t think that it necessarily needs to be someone who has passed from this life. I think it can be someone from our past, but who is still alive, but with whom we have not resolved relationship issues we had with them.

I decided that I would try doing this exercise and then writing about the experience because it seemed like it might be very interesting. I mentioned this at our last writers group meeting. Then….weeks passed, life happens, I totally forgot about it. Now, my writers group is meeting in a couple days, and I haven’t really written anything to share, much less done this assignment I gave myself.

Then, this morning, I went to a guided group meditation. One of my good friends has been suggesting this meditation, led by a friend of ours, for some time now. Since I was home this morning, and not up at Dan’s, I decided to give it a shot. I always enjoy group meditations anyway, because the energy is so different from doing it by yourself.

During that meditation we were guided through a path in the woods to a cabin. Once we got to the cabin, he guided us to sit down in a chair in the cabin, and see if anyone comes to sit in another chair. He said, “Maybe you want to have a talk.” Which reminded me, was meant to remind me, I think, that I hadn’t done the assignment. I vowed to begin it as soon as I got home, which I did (after I changed the sheets on my bed, lol.)

During the meditation, as I looked at the chair, I realized no one was coming forward to sit there. But then, I felt a few people’s presence, kind of wanting to take up the chair for a moment. I do believe that in that state, people who pop into your head are people whose spirits want to communicate with you in some way. I also have had a bit of experience at this with a medium/psychic and also in meditations and a past life regression. My experience has always been a non-verbal communication from whoever shows up. I might talk (imagine that!) but the other spirit rarely does, but somehow the communication is clear in my head.

The first was my dad. I wanted him to sit down, and he did. The conversation that came was me, thanking him, expressing gratitude, for all he did for me in his life. He died at 67, and so it seems to me to have been way too short a life. I felt so grateful I almost cried, grateful that I had a father who, although he was a quiet man and found expressing himself to be uncomfortable, always made sure I knew he loved me. He set a good example of how a man should take care of their family. Working hard at work, working hard in our house at night and on the weekends, taking me to baseball games, and fishing, and driving the whole family over to an island in the Mississippi River on weekends in the summer for picnics and water-skiing. I realized much later in my life how Norman Rockwellian my childhood was. This morning, as he sat in front of me, I just told him. He did not speak, he just glowed, literally. He smiled at me in a way that told me he was happy that I got it. Happy for me, that I have been able to glean wisdom and joy from what I thought for years was just an average childhood.

Then my mom came forward. She did not stay long, but she has not been gone long (about 3 years.) She and I left nothing unsaid between us, there was no unfinished business that we needed to resolve. I think she just came to say hi and let me know she is still around, still watching over me.

The last person to take to the chair was my niece Aster, who died 15 years ago in a car accident at the age of 24. She and I had a close relationship, even though we saw each other rarely. But a few incidents in my life before and after she died have convinced me that we were and are connected in a very deep way. She was beautiful, smart (valedictorian of her class), full of life, and one of the funniest people I’ve had the pleasure to know. Her life, and our relationship, is another story for another day, but I will say that I believe she is a literal angel in my life now. She came in with her silly sense of humor, putting two fingers behind both my parents heads like rabbit ears. She was bouncy, she was glowing, and loving just kind of impishly dancing around, taking in the cabin, and me and the sights. She sat in the chair for a moment, she was ethereal, and then she just danced away. Again, just saying hi, I’m still around.

Then, the meditation was over. We were guided back to the present moment (even though I was complaining when he brought us out, I wasn’t ready to come back yet.) But I had a smile on my face, and felt very peaceful. My friend Pat, who had suggested I come to the group, had told me before that the energy in this venue was very special, and for me, she was right. I felt that the veil between the spiritual and physical worlds was thin there, and that spirits moved in there easily. I wondered if it was the massive strong wood, which was once alive, combined with the big windows letting in tons of Florida sunshine. I realized in the next hour though, that while the wood and the sunlight add to it, it is the group that creates the basis of the energy. It makes such a difference to have a number of people who are taking the same path, but imbuing it with their own experiences.

The exercise of filling the empty chair was an interesting, fulfilling, peaceful experience which I will do again when I feel the need. I think it’s a wonderful way to resolve feelings and emotions that we just don’t know what to do with. It’s so important to honor our emotions, and allow ourselves to feel what we feel. This exercise is a productive, yet personal way to deal with those things that we might otherwise try to bury, only to have them show back up at time that might not be of our choosing.

As ever, love and light to all.

Are We Doing The Best We Can?

Doing the best we can.

I was involved in a conversation the other day about whether or not people are doing the best they can. One person said (I paraphrase), “It’s such a cop-out, when someone screws something up, to say they did the best they could. As if that excuses the screwed up result. It’s really just a way of justifying their lack of effort to do better.”

I get that. If I’m making cookies, and I allow my attention to get snagged into something else, and let the cookies burn, did I do the best I could? I would have to say no. I could have set a timer and paid attention to it, and not let the cookies burn.

Suppose, though, that you hurt someone, or caused a situation to get ugly, through thoughtless actions, or just your selfish inattention to something you should have attended to. Did you do the best you could? Maybe.

Why maybe?

Because we are all evolving creatures, whether or not we acknowledge it. Perhaps what we did is make a bad choice, based on a bunch of things, like our life experiences, or our lack of sleep last night. Maybe we have a child/sibling/friend who has taken our attention and bogarted it so that we are just trying to get through everything else. (aka “creating drama”)

Brene Brown has a whole chapter in Rising Strong about people doing the best they can. She goes into it thinking NO, THEY DON’T!!! But she comes out of it saying that she now believes most people actually do the best they can.

There is a caveat, and when she added that, I agree with her. That is: People do the best they can from their level of consciousness at the time. Think about that. When you got frustrated, causing you to be unkind, or uncompassionate, or just rude…..what was underlying that? Where was your consciousness at the time? Was it in the present moment, or was it lost in the slight you felt from your significant other earlier in the day? Was your inability to take a breath and not fight with your mother, because you were still holding on to resentments from long ago? And were those resentments caused by a desire on her part to hurt you? Or was she then, doing the best she could, based on her consciousness at the time? Had she evolved enough to see the future implications all those years ago, of her actions?

Like I say, we are all evolving. So….a reasonable statement, if our evolution is a given fact, is that when we know better, we do better. I think those might be Maya Angelou’s words.

I’m beginning to realize that the people who have hurt me the most were stuck in an emotional loop that they couldn’t find their way out of. Some of them stayed in denial of what they’d done, and what had been done to them to cause the loop. They repeated the same behavior over and over, hoping for a different result, which we all know is the definition of insanity.

I have said before that the Universe will spit out a lie, it will come back and smack you upside the head. At that point, you can look at it, and know that you could do better, that you now know better, that you are better, and change. Evolve. It’s what we’re meant to do.

Or not. Some people just go on, blaming others, blaming external circumstances. I have to feel sorry for those people, that they cannot see that they had the ability, the freedom, to make choices that would have landed them in a different place. People who are so used to being a victim, that they are fearful of taking control of their own lives. They have so much fear over what they will do if they alone are responsible for the way their lives play out that it freezes them in place. Sadly for them, inaction is also an action. Doing nothing to evolve means you chose not to.

But even then, as a human being, as a spiritual being, all we have to do is be willing to change, and the Universe will do the rest. Willingness. Whole-hearted willingness is all you need.

There are those who are able to sift through all the horrible things that have happened to them. They are willing. As one person very dear to me said, “I realized that the common denominator in all of it was me.” That person spent as much time alone as was needed to be able to let go of most of those old resentments, and grievances, and take responsibility for their own life. To evolve. That person now has a richer, more honorable, and more full life than was ever imagined, and is still willing, every minute, to evolve into a better human being.

If we truly want to know that we are doing the best we can, then we have to have clarity with ourselves. Our level of consciousness will rise, with each action and reaction we own, and follow through with our eyes open.

Live with integrity, live in ways that honor yourself. “I did the best I could” can be an excuse for bad behavior, or it can be a tool to evaluate your own actions, without judging yourself overly harshly, and decide if really, you did the best you could or if your level of consciousness at that time was not exactly where you thought it was, or where you want it to be. And, allow yourself, your level of consciouness, to evolve. Don’t dial it into some endless loop that keeps you stuck someplace where you are miserable.

As Rumi said, “You were born with wings. Why do you prefer to crawl through life?”

Love and light to all.

SoCS: Celebrate!


The SoCS prompt this week is “cele” which we can use anyway we want. Any word that contains “cele” is ok.

I first thought of celebrate, then celebration, then celery. Well, can’t imagine how to write about celery, so I’ll stick with the first couple. I am so tempted to look up more words, but then it’s not Stream of Consciousness if I do that, is it?

So for now, I am celebrating. A celebration of life.

For days now, and nighttimes too, we have lived with the windows open, and felt the cool air with only the ceiling fans turning.  The air conditioning has been off, and it seems remarkable, since it’s been warm, around 80.  The humidity has been relatively low for Florida, below 60%.  I suppose that might seem high to some people, but we are used to much higher here.  This air, coming in the windows and the screen sliders, feels like cool silk against my skin. That’s worth celebrating!

Speaking of silk, I went to a sound healing a couple weeks ago, which included a beloved gong, and crystal and Tibetan bowls and an ocean drum to simulate the sea.  But the reason it relates to silk is we all lay in silk yoga hammocks, which cover you head to toe, except for directly above you obviously so you can breathe, but you can also see the dancing colored lights the studio projects onto the ceiling If you choose to open your eyes. Although it was not the same as my old gong baths up north, it was quite a lovely experience.

We took our boat out the other day for the afternoon, and it ran beautifully, and so did we, actually.  We are beginning to get familiar with this boat after almost a year.  Something worth celebrating. Dan remarks how he is starting to get his balance, I tell him he’s getting his sea legs.  My sea legs were a bit rusty, having not been on a boat for a decade or so.  But they are back as much as they will come back.  I do find I am not quite so nimble on the boat as I was 10 years ago.  (Thank you arthritis.)  I keep in my head the old adage, “one hand for the boat, one hand for you.”  So far it’s worked.  I will be vigilant.  Even while celebrating.

I’ve had some kind of strange stomach bug the last few days, complete with a low-grade fever, but I’m happy to report that this morning I feel fine.  It’s been so long since I have had anything resembling a stomach bug that it really took the wind out of my sails.  I celebrate that it came and went and that I have a man who sticks by me when I don’t feel well.

In another couple of months, Dan and I will celebrate our 2nd anniversary. We are tenatively planning a trip to Denver this summer since his daughter and my son both live there. Then we may drive up to New England just for fun. We’d take our time driving 4 or 5 hours a day, and then stopping. We’ll take the scenic route if we do this. My bff’s son is getting married, and I know she will be horribly disappointed if we don’t make it. Besides, it will be a great party, lol! If we drive we can take a trip up to Boston, where Dan grew up, but hasn’t seen in over 30 years.

I certainly hope that life continues to be celebratory, for all of us. There’s always something to be grateful for, and once you know that, you can always find a reason to celebrate life. Toward that end, I can only wish love and light to all.


If you wish to take part in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, please go to Linda G. Hill’s website, for all the rules, and to read other’s submissions.  https://lindaghill.com/2019/03/01/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-2-19/




Dawn Breaks

In the early morning darkness
The first rays of sunlight
Transform the world
From the shadowy closeness of darkness
To the promise of another shimmering day

I sit in quiet here
In the kitchen
The songs of the birds the only sound
Watching puffy clouds
Begin to take shape
In the cool early dusk.

You are sleeping, still.
Since sleep doesn’t come easily to you
I am thankful that I didn’t wake you.
I ventured into this morning alone
But never lonely.

I sip my coffee
Dunking my biscotti
Watching the sky go from indigo|
to powder blue
And then in a heartbeat
The puffy clouds glow pink
As the sun rises.

The glow changes to rose-gold to white
And I am humbled
To be the witness to such handiwork
The universe paints the sky
In magnificent hues for a few minutes
As we continue our journeys
To places yet unknown.

When you awaken
I will share this morning with you
Just as we share most everything
Maybe this evening we will watch
As the sun sets on a picture perfect day
Loving and knowing
How many blessings are ours.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Pictures taken by me, this morning.