Disconnect to Connect

The theme I keep seeing arising within myself, and the ones close to me is disconnect to connect. Wanting to be more detached from social media, television, and not be so dependent on a cell phone. To reconnect with the things that makes life worth living. Building real face to face relationships with people we care about, making plans and sticking to them, taking the time to visit a loved one for no reason expect to see how they are. To connect to the things we have lost sight of, the things are parents and grandparents were raised on. Principles, morals and values.

Personally my usage of social media has declines dramatically over the past several months. I started to see what it was, and had done to me. I would be in this amazing space, surrounded by all this light and love from the universe and our beautiful mother; I’d get on Facebook and I could feel it all get sucked away almost instantly. Leaving me feeling icky, and just not in the same way I had come in. Facebook can be a great platform for many beings coming together to share, and spread light and love but most of the time (at least by what I see) it is just another way for hatred and negativity to grow stronger. It is draining, and exhausting so I decided to take it out of my life. If it isn’t serving my highest potential, than I don’t need it.

I do still have a Facebook account, (I kept it for the spiritual group that I am apart of) but now I only check it once a month to see whats in my notifications and move on quickly. It has been quite freeing actually, which isn’t what I expected to get out of this. I no longer feel the need to post or share every aspect of my life with the world. My options are mine, and if I believe that sharing them will help make a difference than I will, otherwise I will keep them to myself. The moments I share on vacations and the photos I take should be kept private, they are beautiful moments that should only be shared with those you love; not posting them to see how many “likes” you get. Remember the days when friends or family would have to come over to see the photos of your wedding, vacation or of your new born child. You’d have coffee or a cup of tea and share stories, making it this whole experience; yes, that is what I want to get back too. That is what we should all get back to, actually enjoying the human experience. Step away from idolizing “famous” people and discussing how you think someone’s new look is this or that, it really makes no difference what you think about them; what matters is how you feel about yourself.

There is many things wrong with the way we live, and the way we have become but we cannot focus solely on that. We must focus on the love that is around us and within us. We must focus on the light that radiates throughout the planet; in all the animals, and in all the plants. We must come together for a common cause if we want change. It brings tears to my eyes to watch so many stand up for what they believe is right, such beauty and power in that.

Take the time to evaluate what excels your growth and your light, and what dims it. Don’t be afraid to let go, or to love from a far, you have to do what is best for yourself before you can help anyone else.


Bless it be.


Where do you come from?

A few years ago I got interested in my family history; I wanted to know where I came from. At that time my grandfather was still alive so I asked him everything; I knew he was my link to all the history that would be lost when he was gone. He was happy that someone was taking an interest in our family history since no one had before. My father and I took months, and months digging up every ounce of information we could find. We took trips to graveyards, to libraries, and the archives. It got to a point where we became stuck, we hit a dead end and that is where we stopped. Soon after that my grandfather passed away and completing the family history seemed like something that I could put off.

Well yesterday I went with my parents to visit my great-grandparents resting place; my mom had never been there. Visiting the graveyard has re-sparked my interest in finishing what I had started years ago. So here I am again, looking through census records and death records trying to piece the puzzle together. I’m learning a few things I never noticed before, which is always exciting. I still am at that dead end I was at before but I’m hoping that looking at everything with fresh eyes and a new perspective will help me find the information I have been searching for.

Family is an important part of our lives; they imprint so much on us at such young ages. They are a part of us, all of them, how can we know ourselves if we do not know where we come from.