Kate Loving Shenk

Dear Goddess, Today I want to write about my father’s watch, pictured here. I have been wearing it. I find that it has a mesmerizing quality. I am not sure whether tuning into a watch slows or quickens the concept of time.Time is, after all, only a concept. It is exactly what you make it, no more, no less. I suppose you could say that about everything, but time lends itself to a perceptual model for everything that happens to you in this lifetime.

First of all, there is your time,  my time, the world’s time, and intergalactic time, and all the time in between.

And then there is no time. That is where we dwell  when we are creating art, writing or dancing prayers, or listening to or singing opera. I called the pharmacist last night at the hospital, and she was listening to opera as she was filling medicine orders. The experience of listening to opera while talking about a drug order, had a time stretching effect.

My father used to meditate on jazz music. The watch that you see here today was on his arm as he contemplated the music. When Dad disappeared, we knew he was sitting in front of his stereo system, listening to one of the Jazz greats. Duke Ellington was his number all favorite.

Last week, my dad’s 102-year-old sister passed on. I received the watch two days before her death. The first day the watch stopped at exactly 510 in the afternoon. The watch stopped at exactly 510 the following day.

That was the day and the time of death of our aunt’s passing. The watch has been functioning flawlessly ever since.

There is no rational explanation for the story. But it does offer insight into the subtle communication that exists between all worlds. Be open to these. Time warps exists everywhere.

Can a simple watch unlock the secret meaning of time?

Om Peace Amen

Dear Goddess, Today marks the end of a very successful week of my Prayer Prescriptions virtual book tour. Now I have to figure out a launch date, and propel it to best selling status.

I’ll figure out how to do that this weekend. I have to write a May Day speech this weekend, too. The speech is about single-payer healthcare delivery.

I just heard that Connecticut abolished the death penalty and legalized medical marijuana. Perhaps they will be the next state to enact single-payer healthcare delivery.

Abolishing the death penalty is quite the statement reinforcing the need to live in a civil society.

The death penalty poses an ethical dilemma which needs to be remedied immediately. How can a so-called Christian nation allow the death penalty to continue?

Sometimes I think that the death penalty needs to be abolished before single-payer can be enacted.

As long as the death penalty is in place, trying to enact humanitarian programs is a joke because it underscores the meaning of the word hypocrisy.

My prayer prescription today is to abolish the death penalty. I will ask the angels, all of the unseen helpers, goddess, god and all the holy saints and apostles.

What is your Prayer Prescription, today?

Om Peace Amen

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Dear Goddess, Tomorrow night on my radio show Samantha West will be telling us about dreams. Hers have mostly been waking dreams. But she can crack those hard to fathom sleeping dreams as well.

Samantha told me that when a person needs healing, she is able to conjure up colorful images and archetypal, heroic solutions to those frustrating life challenges that deal with illness or  dis-ease.

Her dog Gandalf is her healing partner. We need to take a video of the two of them at work, with his massive paws on top of her hands, both of them with eyes closed, seeing into the souls of their subjects.

I wonder if Pearl will be a healer dog? Right now she is fully into her puppy-ness. She reminds me of Mukunda when he was a puppy. Mukie did not like it when I was on the telephone. He would bark incessantly until I would get off the phone. Pearl is doing the same thing these days, and the good news is, I know she will outgrow it.

The life of the puppy has a certain charm. You know they will settle down in time. So why not just enjoy the full tilt  puppy acrobatics, live in the present moment with it, knowing that all will be well. Pearl likes to stay pretty close to home, which is more than Mukunda used to do.

Ulysses was always a laid back dog, except when it came to other dogs. That alone caused so much stress. Pearl just loves other dogs. What a tremendous gift, perhaps from Ulysses himself?

Does that mean that we have to get another dog for Pearl?

Om Peace Amen

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Dear Goddess, The beauty of Spring is all around us today. I took a few pictures of the beautiful green, and I will put these up on today’s post. Pearl was gallivanting along the rivers edge, looking exactly like the puppy that she is.

New beginnings are everywhere around us. Just when you think  everything has settled down, another opportunity arises. That’s what happened to me today. I made my mind up about one thing, and the next moment I was offered something I could not resist.

Why is it that the stream of life takes you contentedly along, and suddenly great change erupts right under your feet?

Last night on my radio show, Stan Goldberg and I discussed the world of care giving, and whether we want to face this or not, all of us one day will be on the giving or receiving end of taking or giving care to a loved one. One day that loved one may very well be you and me.

Taking care of a beloved dying person can be a gift as hard lessons are learned about yourself. I know I learned some hard lessons as I watched my father go downhill year after year right before my eyes. He did not want to die, and I refused to believe that he would ever die.

That is because he’s is with me still: Not just in memory, not just in spirit, not just in heart, but he is here, now.

Soon I will be getting my fathers watch. I may have to  write a book about this. It is that momentous of an occasion.

Dad died with that watch on. From that moment on, the watch stopped working.

The watch still holds my father’s vibrations. There is no mistaking it. He loved that watch.

Obviously, he still does, on some level of Reality.

Om Peace Amen

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Welcome to day 13 of my Virtual Book Tour. Lawrence Ball was scheduled to interview me on Blog Talk Radio, but our wires got crossed. Lawrence lives in the UK and I live in Pennsylvania.

But, not to worry. I rambled on for 50 minutes, talking about Prayer Prescriptions, and what that may mean to you.

How can we define a Prayer Prescription? What works for me may not work for you. So making a philosophy, a doctrine or a dogma from this body of work is fruitless.

We go with the flow, and discuss, experience and live the full meaning of what a Prayer Prescription is. Pearl joined in the fun, as well!!

Enjoy!!

 

 

 

 

Listen to internet radio with Kate Loving Shenk on Blog Talk Radio

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Dear Goddess, I got Pearl a nifty pink harness today, and we took a 3 mile walk in the park.  I woke her up to take the picture that is on the blog today. She looks a little sleepy, for sure.

We went to the pet store to buy the pink harness, and there was a scale there and we weighed her. She is 41 pounds.

How is this possible? She looks exactly the same as she did the day we got her from Tennessee. There’s only one difference. It is almost  impossible to lift her up. She is longer and taller, and has the same proportions as she always had. She is six months old. She might end up being a 60 pound dog.

Maybe Pearl is a magician. She reminds me of the little white dog in the Taro card, The Fool. She takes the leap of faith right alongside the rest of us. I probably could have taken a few more leaps of faith in my lifetime, but there is no time like the present to begin.

What is your leap of faith today? Getting Pearl was a leap of faith. People tell me I am lucky because she is such a good dog. But that’s not the way it works. Ulysses and Mukunda chose Pearl for our family. That’s not luck, that is destiny.

Om Peace Amen

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Dear Goddess, The thought of retiring from the profession of nursing makes me wonder about my identity.

To identify oneself with any profession feels like a losing proposition. Change is in the air. One week you are firmly entrenched in doing one thing and the next week everything changes. Or the next day. The next minute.

Is that the way of 2012?

Life is all about change. But change seems to be happening more than ever before. It is hard to feel secure and restful and calm when everything is in turmoil  everywhere you look.

Is this true? Is everything really in turmoil? Or is  the change happening rapidly within myself?

Probably a little bit of both.

But in this moment, I am sitting on the bank of the Conestoga River with Pearl. She is leisurely chewing upon a stick. She seems to prefer sticks over balls. She chewed up my glasses again for a second time this morning. I couldn’t be mad at her for too long.

Right here, right now, we are hanging out and enjoying the setting sun. The birds are preparing for their night of sleep. I am taking a break from housecleaning.

It is a cool day here. Yet Springtime is upon us. My virtual book tour is in full swing. In the not too distant future, my book will be published on Amazon.

Have I always wanted to be an author? So many authors say that being an author is their dearest dream.

My dearest dream is to do exactly what I want to do whenever I want to do it. Read, write, play with Pearl, and be spontaneously led in an inspired direction all the time.

I don’t need to be labeled an author, a nurse, or anything else.

I just want to be free.

Om Peace Amen

Soon after writing this post, I a kindle book I contributed to was published, and I am now a Published Author!! Get It Here!!

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