Sometimes life feels precarious.
You know what I mean: those moments when something you thought you could count on is no longer there. As a result, you begin questioning everything you didn’t even realize you’d accepted as true.
My house will be here in the morning.
My parents (children, spouse, beloved, friends…) will always be around.
I know who I am.
But what do you do when life happens, and suddenly, the ground you were standing on is shaky (or gone altogether?)
I’ve found that creating rituals for myself and my family helps us move through precarious times.
A ritual is an action imbued with intention. It’s a way of honoring the profound reality of your inner life by giving it form in the physical world.
Ritual acknowledges the ancient truth of “as within, so without…as without, so within.”
Rituals don’t have to be complicated.
They can be something as simple as lighting a candle to mark a beginning or an ending, as my family did at breakfast Sunday morning to mark the beginning of advent. As I watched the flame and listened to my shaky voice singing “O Come o Come Emmanuel,” I thought about the power of rituals handed down, and the connections that happen when we pause for sacred space.
Rituals don’t have to be connected to old traditions though.
Here are some ways you can create ritual for yourself, in precarious times:
* letting go of something as you watch the sunset.
* surrendering a problem to a higher power and then taking a walk, or patiently working to unravel a ball or yarn or a tangled necklace.
* holding healing thoughts as you prepare a meal for a sick friend or a family going through a difficult time.
* singing a mantra or a prayer throughout the day.
* reading a poem out loud.
Our daughter Bridget has had a hard time processing the death of our cat Hermione, who transitioned about six weeks ago.
Seeing Hermione’s body, and trying to grasp the idea that a spirit can be embodied one moment, and not the next, has raised all sorts of questions for her.
Where did Hermione go?
Is she with Grandpa?
So, we are all going to die?
And then what happens?
These existential questions make for a precarious time.
They don’t have simple answers, yet, I knew that a simple ritual might help bring a sense of peace even in the midst of not knowing.
So Bridget and I created a little cairn (a pile of memorial stones) in our backyard. We took some rocks my Mom had given us from her old house and placed them, one by one, in our backyard garden, next to the bird bath my Dad’s siblings gave to Mom when Dad died. We placed the largest rock first, as it stood for all of our ancestors and those who had touched our lives yet did not have rocks of their own. It provided a base for the rest. And as we set the smaller stones around and on top, naming our beloved people and animals who had died and thanking them for the ways they had touched our lives, I felt something shift inside each of us.
The ritual took all of five minutes.
It was simple and small.
And it helped.
I’d love to hear about rituals you are creating to bring peace to yourself and others through precarious times.
And if you’re looking for another tool to support you, I hope you’ll take a look at my new spoken word CD, Terrible Beauty: Poetry and Reflections for Precarious Times.
The CD contains several original poems as well as my reflections on how precarious times are ripe for making miracles.
I’ve been offering the CD at workshops over the last few months, and the response has been warm and enthusiastic. And, as a thank you to my readers, in these first few days that the CD is available online, you can get it for half-price–and get free shipping too–when you order five or more (holiday gifts, perhaps?)
If you prefer, the CD is available as a digital download as well.
You can listen to a sample track and read what others are saying about the CD here:
I’d be honored to be part of your journey through life’s precarious times.
Blessings to you and yours,
The Manifestation Maven
Thanksgiving is one of my very favorite holidays. I love to slow down, to tend to nurturing myself and my family with festive, nourishing and comforting foods, to focus on relationships and count all of my blessings. I’m smiling now, writing this and thinking about it.
Of course, by this time of the year you’ve probably noticed that although Thanksgiving has yet to pass, the cultural focus on the commercial side of Christmas is in full swing. The lights are already up at many shopping centers, I heard Bing Cosby singing in Starbucks two weeks ago, and some of our local radio stations converted to a 100% Christmas music format right after Halloween.
This used to really irritate me.
Now it makes me smile because I realize that the desire to jump ahead to the celebration of winter holy days is a reflection of my own difficulty with waiting.
I’m just not that great at waiting; are you?
Think about all the opportunities life presents us so we can learn to embrace waiting:
- Picking the longest line
- Sitting in traffic.
- The cashier in training.
- Children who have their own timetable on school mornings.
- The delay in the test results.
- An impending birth.
- Chronic illness.
- Wondering when we’ll find the right relationship.
- Trying to teach something that seems simple to you, when the other person just isn’t getting it.
- Listening to that story your family member is telling again. You know, the one you’ve heard one thousand times.
I’m sure you can think of many other circumstances in your experience where you’re being invited to make friends with waiting.
I was raised Catholic, and that tradition anticipates the coming of Christmas with the season of Advent–several weeks of waiting in expectant hope. It’s the spiritual equivalent of a thorough house cleaning and preparation for a big party. You don’t put up the party decorations or eat the feast before you’ve spent weeks sweeping, dusting, sorting through piles and throwing things away. You have to set the stage.
The earth’s relationship shows us the wisdom of waiting. It’s not summer all the time. The light comes after a season of darkness. As Annie Dillard wrote, “if you want to see the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary.” When we become willing to align with the quiet energy of the long cold nights leading up to the “rebirth” of the sun at the winter solstice, sometimes we are lucky enough to feel a rebirth within ourselves too.
I suspect that I’ll have lots of situations that try my patience as long as I’m alive, so this year for advent I’m going to consciously make friends with waiting.
I’m going to look for the longest line.
Smile and pray while I’m sitting in traffic.
Let people go ahead of me.
And take a breath and remind myself that nothing is really as urgent as I think it is, as I marvel at our youngest daughter’s capacity to slow down just when I feel we need to hurry.
Whatever holidays you are celebrating this winter, I invite you to join me in making friends with waiting.
As we slow down and breathe together in the space between our busy thoughts, perhaps we’ll discover something new.
Perhaps we’ll make space for more peace in our hearts.
Perhaps we’ll create a little more peace in the world.
Happy, Happy Thanksgiving.
May the blessings you discover in the quiet of your heart bring a smile to your face.
The Manifestation Maven
Happy Halloween/All Saints/All Souls week!
I’ve got a Halloween/Samhain prayer to share with you (below), and I also want to remind anyone who is interested in coming with us to Ireland next summer that the final early bird special (a free updated cottage upgrade–$200 value) ends October 31st. If you know you’re coming, go ahead and register now! You can find out how to enroll or get more info at
The nights are suddenly much colder here in the central United States. Leaves are showing off their brilliant colors before the trees move into their seasonal bareness. We’re picking up the last few boxes of bounty from Kraut Run (the local farm where we get our veggies and meat), and daylight savings time ends on Sunday.
The dark time of the year approaches.
This Thursday at nightfall it’s Halloween, of course. And in our house we also celebrate Samhain, the Celtic New Year, along with All Saint’s Day and All Soul’s Day on November 1st and 2nd. I set out pictures of those we love who’ve passed on, light candles for them, and look forward to the nearness we feel to them as the veil between the worlds grows thinner.
Some parts of me dread what I know is coming in the winter months: heavy coats, grey skies, biting winds. But I also know that the stillness that the long, cold nights bring with them is necessary for my soul. If I can surrender to the barrenness of winter, I’ll feel rejuvenated next spring.
At Samhain time, I draw strength from the story of the Greek goddess Persephone. Growing up I always heard that she’d been abducted into the underworld. But I’ve learned that in the original version of Persephone’s tale, she chose to enter the shadow realms, because she wanted to help lost souls. And while she lived there during the winter, she found her power, and became a Queen in her own right.
We too, can grow in power when we allow ourselves to move into the rhythms of winter, taking more time for quiet and contemplation and rest. When we tend to our own lost souls, we emerge with deep knowings we could not have attained any other way.
I hope you enjoy this Samhain prayer poem, and that it encourages you to make space for your inner silence and shadows.
Prayer to Persephone on Samhain Eve
I am not afraid
to bid farewell
to the greening time,
the growing time,
the harvest time.
This year, Persephone,
let me join your descent.
Open the hidden door
to the earth’s very womb
and let me slip inside.
Lift the veil from my eyes
and reveal to me the Otherworld.
Lead me through the realm of Faerie:
the glittering, glistening, gossamer
world of enchantment.
I am not afraid.
Take me further still
into the darkness.
Whisper sweet words in Charon’s ear
and hush the snarls of Cerberus
so that I may come
to the silent place,
the winter place,
the waiting place.
I am not afraid, Persephone.
But lend me your strength
when lady death greets me
with a frosty kiss,
and grant me your courage
when the soft sweet pool of nothingness
Remind me, Persephone,
that Winter will come—
whether I want her,
and that she bears gifts
for those who are willing to receive her.
For the candle makes no magic
in a warmly sunlit room,
and departed souls don’t come to visit those
who won’t acknowledge death.
Take me with you, Persephone.
I am not afraid.
Only promise me
I may return with you
copyright 1999, Kimberly V. Schneider
May the peace that comes with stillness dwell in your soul this winter.
And if you’d like to deepen into the rhythms of nature and the elements through the lens of Celtic Cosmology, I hope you will join the intimate group of spiritual adventurers who will be meeting me in Ireland next summer!
As the nights get cooler here in Missouri and the leaves begin to turn, I am thinking about letting go.
My Mom is getting ready to move out of the home she and my Dad shared for their last fifteen years together, the home they rejoiced in because it meant they were back in St. Louis with family after living away for most of their married lives.
It’s the home where they welcomed my friends and loved ones to celebrate my engagement, and where they later watched our girls when I was at work. Their house was the gathering place for Easter Egg hunts, baby showers, meditation groups, and family parties. It’s where David and I told them I’d had a miscarriage. It’s where we carved the turkey for Thanksgiving and opened presents after Mass on Christmas Eve. It’s where we welcomed my Dad home after his heart surgeries, and after he lost his leg. And it’s where we celebrated Dad’s life after his Memorial Service.
Like so many homes around the world, the house has been a safe place where people gathered in celebration and in heartache, and in countless moments of prayer, togetherness and the simple contentments of everyday life.
Next week Mom will be moving out of that house. And watching her process of letting go has been inspiring and humbling for me.
Mom is giving away almost all of her furniture. She’s thrown out or recycled legions of photos, letters and memorabilia, saving a precious few things to take with her to her new home. I would estimate that she’s releasing 90% of her worldly possessions.
At a relatively young age and in good health, Mom is choosing to let go of so much that ties her to the past she’s experienced–a past that has been rich and full and happy in many ways. She’s following an inner prompting that says it’s time. Time to move on to the next phase of her journey, even though she doesn’t really know yet what that will look like.
What I’m learning from watching my Mom is that letting go means trusting Life. It means understanding that the Divine can show up for us in wonderful new and expansive ways when we listen to the quiet and clear soul urgings to let go of the ways we’ve known love before, because we know that Love is always available for us.
The lesson is especially timely for me because we lost our cat, Hermione, yesterday. She died peacefully at home after a relatively short illness.
We are all feeling sad and a little empty without her sweet white face, her purr, and her cries for us to open the backdoor so she could watch the birds and chipmunks.
And yet, as I meditated this morning I also felt deep gratitude for Hermione’s presence, and for my Mom’s example, and the innumerable ways I’ve come to know love in my life. I trust that, as I allow myself to feel the tenderness and vulnerability that comes with loss, I will continue to be blessed with sparkling moments of joy and wonder.
Because there is no end to love. There is no limit to the ways in which we can experience our connection with All that Is.
So today I’m choosing to release my resistance to letting go.
Here’s to trusting Life!
May you be surprised today by how much love you can feel.
The Manifestation Maven
Several years ago, during my first visit to Ireland, my Mom and I met and just fell in love with the music, voices and joyful spirits of brothers Owen and Moley O’Suilleabhain.
Owen and Moley were just beginning their professional journey as performers back then. We believed they had the potential to capture the hearts and minds of Americans in a huge way, because we saw the effect they had on everyone who experienced them. We were laughing and crying as we listened to their songs and stories, and we were all trying to figure out what we could do to spread the word about their magic. It made us feel so good to be around them that we wanted to find ways to get as many as people as possible connected with that experience.
Since then, Owen and Moley have been making their mark on the world. They’ve released a few CDs, offered countless concerts to both large and intimate audiences, workshops and retreats, performing at festivals and even creating music for Hollywood. They’ve sung and played with Sting, Russell Crowe, Alan Doyle and The Chieftains. Their clients and fans include Steven Spielberg, poet/author David Whyte and Boston College.
Meanwhile, I’ve continued to look for opportunities to bring the lads here. I’m delighted to announce that Owen and Moley are coming next spring, thanks to the sponsorship of the Sisters of St. Joseph of Carondelet and their initiative to bring spiritually rich, transformational experiences to the St. Louis area.
Owen and Moley will be performing on Friday evening March 7, 2014, along with special guests Joe Stickley and Sean Canan. Then on Saturday, March 8th, I’ll be facilitating a Celtic Spirituality retreat with Owen and Moley! It will be a fantastic way to prepare for St. Patrick’s Day, and the renewal of spring.
I’ll be following up with details as the events approach, including how to get tickets, where to stay if you’re coming from out of town, and more info on the retreat. For now, I hope you’ll mark your calendar to spend the weekend of March 7 and 8, 2014 with us in St. Louis!
And if one weekend of Irish music and spirituality in Missouri isn’t enough to satisfy your Celtic soul,consider joining my family and me and a small group of spiritual adventurers in Ireland next summer! If you enroll by October 31st, you can get a free updated cottage upgrade (normally $250).
Hope to see you in March in St. Louis, and in Ireland in July!
And meanwhile, may you live the joy of watching dreams come true.
The Manifestation Maven
A few weeks ago my friend Deirdre Fay, www.dfay.com, a highly skilled psychotherapist and workshop facilitator who teaches others about Becoming Safely Embodied, invited me to do an interview with her where I would present an experiential exercise for her podcast listeners.
Right away I knew what I wanted to do: the embodiedmeditation practice I teach when I take people to Ireland on dissolving The Five Illusions of Separation, Form, Time, Duality and Control.
I developed the meditation as a personal practice over many years, through my work with manifestation, dailymeditation, Celtic Spirituality, embodiment, mantras and consciousness.
In the meditation, I lead you through the Five Directions of Celtic Cosmology, drawing upon the energies of those directions, images and sensations I’ve anchored into my experience from my trips to western Ireland, and mantras I’ve learned to associate with each of those directions. Over time, the practice has the effect of dissolving the Five Illusions, allowing you to be more consciously present in your life, acting out of an experiential connection with your Source rather than habitual patterns arising from the Illusions.
I hope you enjoy the meditation, and I’d love to hear what happens for you if you feel drawn to practice it on a regular basis. And of course, if you’d like to practice it in Ireland with me next summer, I’m going back in July. http://www.
Deirdre’s podcast, which includes a short interview followed by the meditation, is available here:
you can listen directly from that link, or, if you prefer to download the Mp3, just right click (PC) or use your computer’s control and left click buttons (Mac) to “save as” to your desktop once you get to the link.
And if you’re looking for a resource to help you Become Safely Embodied, I highly recommend Deirdre’s twice monthly newsletter! You can request it here:www.dfay.com
Let me know if you have questions about the meditation, or the trip to Ireland!
Peace of a clear mind and heart to you,
The Manifestation Maven
Last week some Tibetan Buddhist monks from the Drepung Gomang Monastery visited St. Louis to create an interfaith mandala for peace.
The word “mandala” comes from the ancient Indian language of Saskrit and means (roughly) “circle,” but in order to capture the fullness of its meaning, it could be more accurately be translated into English as “wholeness” or “unity.”
A mandala is an integrated symbol organized around a unifying center. It represents the unity of all things. Swiss psychologist Carl Jung came to see mandalas as an expression of the totality of the Self.
I’ve been interested in mandalas as an “as within, so without” sort of meditation tool for many years; in fact, one of my favorite things to do with our daughter Bridget is to color mandalas (did you know there are mandala coloring books? http://www.amazon.com/
Mandalas-Every-Coloring- Children-Adults/dp/0982091508 Very cool! I always feel more centered after I complete one).
Anyway, I was fortunate to see the opening ceremony of the monks’ mandala creation at Macro Sun in downtown St. Louis, thanks to my friend Ria Sharon of www.HopefulWorld.org, who told me about the program.
The monks gathered around the paper where they would create the mandala over a period of four days with naturally colored sand, one tiny grain at a time. At the end of the four days, they would dissolve the mandala and walk in procession to the Mississippi River, into which they would pour the sand so it could go out and bless the world.
But before they picked up one tool or set down one grain of sand, the monks blessed us and the space with chanting and prayer. They consecrated their work ahead, so that the mandala would create a vibration of peace that would be felt all over the world.
Seeing the monks in their saffron and red robes, with a picture of the Dalai Lama looking on, it was easy to spot that this was a Buddhist ceremony from somewhere in Asia. And yet, what struck me most powerfully was all the evidence of how humans are connected beyond religion, country, culture or creed.
The rugs the monks sat on reminded me of the prayer rugs that Muslims use in their daily devotions.
The monks wrapped fabric around their shoulders that seemed very much like the prayer shawls I’d seen friends don for Bat and Bar Mitzvahs.
The mala beads in the monks’ fingers and the bells they rang between chants brought Catholic rosaries and Mass to mind.
And as I closed my eyes and felt the vibrations of the deep and powerful chants moving through my body, I thought not only about the Hindu mantras I like to listen to throughout the day, and the Christian chants I’ve heard at Glenstal Abbey in Ireland, but also about the neuroscience of prayer—the evidence that ceremonies like this one change our brain waves and our cells.
The monks worked on the mandala for several hours each day, and the completed work contained images of twelve world religions, with a peace dove in the center.
Mandala photo courtesy of Henry Lohmeyer instagram.com/henrylohmeyer
I have been thinking about the ceremony ever since.
About the transformational nature of beauty.
About the monk’s willingness to invest many hours in something, only to release any attachment to what they had created, letting it go to serve a higher purpose.
About how tangible acts, performed with intention, can create changes in consciousness.
That’s the power of ritual, ceremony, meditation, mantras and collective prayer.
They create change.
I feel even more hopeful for the world today, thanks to these generous monks.
And more deeply mindful of oneness.
I pray that we may each know how we are called to serve.
That we look for ways to create beauty.
That we experience the power of shared intention for peace.
And that we know when it’s time to let go, trusting that new forms of beauty will emerge out of the emptiness.
May you remember that you are part of the oneness of all things, today and every day.
The Manifestation Maven
Where are you from?
What people and experiences have made you who you are?
This is a question that has always intrigued me, and it has stirred more deeply and urgently in recent years, as I have grown older and lost more of the people who came before.
When I participated in a class created by Ria Sharon and Jen Lemen of HopefulWorld.Org a few months ago (if you ever feel drawn to take one of their classes: just do it!), they gave us a wonderful exercise of writing about “where I’m from.”
I loved the exercise because it brought back so many memories of how I grew up and what made me who I am. Here’s what I came up with:
I am from dancing boots
From cats and windows
I am from the house on the corner
And the neighborhood of friends
I am from the lake
Whose soft, warm embrace buoyed me through endless summers
I am from boats and basements
From Schneider and Johnston,
from Walsh and Doyle and Durbin and O’Flynn
I am from secrets and laughter
And praying for each other
From equal parts fierce love and frustration
I am from the magic of a child in a manger
I am from Honora and Mary
From barbequed chicken, scrambled eggs and crab Rangoon
From Melba losing her mother
And Irene dying too soon
I am from those moments I took for granted, the hugs
and the welcome and the uncles walking me to the car,
aunts and grandmothers waving
from the porch,
And from always knowing
when I was
copyright 2013, Kimberly V. Schneider
My origins have been on my mind because five years ago yesterday I lost one of my best friends and my most enthusiastic cheerleader: my Dad.
He was extraordinary in so many ways, far from perfect yet the perfect Dad for me. And as the years have passed and the pain of losing him has softened, I have begun to really honor and celebrate the traces of him and all of my ancestors I find within myself.
Four years ago this week I was in Ireland with my Mom. My Dad had never explored his Irish ancestry and yet I felt pieces of him there all around me—in easy laughter, the love of a good story, the propensity to break out in song, the sparkling eyes and the immense hospitality we encountered in so many people. It was a healing way to remember him, and to rediscover him in the world around me.
One of the questions I hear often in Ireland is some version of “who are your people?”
I’m sure the Irish in the tourism industry have caught on to the fact that so many Americans are searching for their roots, and love talking about their ancestors. And yet, there’s more to it than that.
I see it in the way the people there talk about the history of the land and the families who have been there for centuries, and the way they work to find some way they are connected with every person they meet.
And in case any doubt remained about the importance of knowing where you come from in the Irish mind, I met one man who said his uncle could list the genealogy of their chickens, going back 14 generations.
I’ve come to appreciate and revel in the exploration of where I’m from, and who my own people are.
Because understanding how my life experiences and the people whose DNA flows through my body have shaped me (for better and for worse) helps me make more conscious choices about who I want to be.
It reminds me that I owe all of my ancestors a debt of gratitude for just being. After all, if not for them, I wouldn’t be here.
Remembering where I’m from deepens my connection to the ancestors I’ve lost: my Dad, his brother Bob, and my grandparents—and also to my Mom, my brother and my kids, cousins, nephews and nieces and aunts and uncles, and all the family and friends I’m lucky enough to have still with me.
Beyond that, contemplating who my people are reminds me that at the deepest level, each one of us is profoundly connected.
Go back far enough and we share the same ancestors.
We’re made of the same star-stuff that created this Universe.
We’re breathing the same material that has given form to every being on this planet.
You and I are family!
May the peace of knowing that we are All One be yours today.
Oh, and a reminder: if you want to explore Celtic Spirituality in western Ireland with me next summer, and you’d like to get a free private room upgrade or an updated cottage and a $200 discount on the experience http://KimberlySchneider.com/
If you want to join my Mom and me at our Poetry as a Spiritual Practice mini-retreat in a couple of weeks http://KimberlySchneider.com/
The deadline for both of those things (the early bird discount for Ireland; the registration date for the Poetry Retreat) is this Thursday, August 1st.
I’d love to celebrate our common human and Divine heritage with you at one or both of those events!
Email me if you have questions.
The Manifestation Maven
Before we jump into our discussion of dreams & fantasies, a quick side note:
If you’ve been considering coming to the Words of Power: Poetry as a Spiritual Practice retreat, OR if you want to take advantage of the Early- Bird special for the 2014 Ireland trip, the deadlines for both of those are coming up next week so be sure to look at the P.S. at the bottom of this post if you need more info.
OK, back to dreams or fantasies–what’s the difference?
This question has been on my mind since my friend Lynn Merves, “Your Business Superhero,” called to interview me about what stops people from manifesting what they desire.
Lynn is a former coaching client (and a participant in my 2010 Ireland trip) who has become a dear friend. She empowers people to shift out of what she calls “wantapreneurship” into “entrepreneurship,” and she wanted a conscious manifestation perspective on what keeps people who want to have their own business from realizing that vision.
In a nutshell, what I told Lynn was that one of the biggest obstacles to manifesting a business (or almost anything, really) is mistaking fantasies for dreams.
A fantasy distracts you from the discomfort of knowing you aren’t doing what makes your soul sing…it allows you to keep doing what you’ve been doing (even if that means you’re stuck) by relieving pressure in the short term but keeping you from moving in the direction your soul is calling you to go.
A dream, on the other hand, transforms your life because it feeds your passion and inspires action.
Of course, if you want to create a business (or any other vision), you’ll want to learn how to feed your dreams and avoid distracting yourself with fantasies.
One way I feed my dreams is to identify the intangible qualities that pervade them (such as beauty, peace, connection, creativity, freedom—whatever I believe manifesting the dream would make me feel) and then take steps every day to put myself into that feeling experience.
For instance, if beauty was an important aspect of my dream, I would be sure to connect with beauty every day in small ways, such as watching the sun set and the moon rise, listening to music I love, reading poetry out loud or bringing flowers into the house. Those small but powerful choices might not seem to have any obvious connection to my dream, but since they honor the deepest longings of my soul, they create shifts in my vibration and inspire me to take actions that align me more and more closely with the intangible I’m seeking. Then, before I know it, the energetic match to my dream is taking shape!
I’ve gone through that process of aligning with intangible energies and taking inspired action over and over again in my life and my business. Which is how I’ve ended up creating work experiences like being in Ireland with my family, publishing a book, recording a poetry CD, and facilitating Celtic Spirituality retreats with Irish musicians. The manifested reality never looks exactly the way I imagined it, yet it feels the way I hoped it would feel. And it is always magical to watch it unfold!
If you want to hear my short conversation with Lynn on dreams, fantasies and creating a business, just click on the link below.
And, whether or not you listen Lynn’s interview with me, if you’ve ever thought about creating your own business, then you may want to take advantage of her upcoming Free Webinar,
5 Ways to Getting on the Fast Track to Starting Your Dream Business.
Lynn asked me to be a “host” for her webinar by telling you and others about it, and I am happy to do that because she has a real knack for helping people identify, launch & succeed at their business by creating efficient systems and processes that help them move forward without all the guesswork.
On the webinar, Lynn will reveal:
* The 3 biggest mistakes many new business owners make that ends up costing them money and time
* The 4 vital assets necessary for starting a business
* 7 ways to keep your motivation high when your dreams seem harder to attain than you thought
* The # 1 rule you should always follow if you want to have success sooner rather than later
* The 5 critical steps you should take before you commit to any big changes to your current lifestyle.
And, as a bonus: Lynn will be offering a personal 30 minute Biz Startup Discovery Session for FREE to everyone that attends the webinar.
I’ll certainly be listening! See you there.
P.S As mentioned above, two deadlines are coming up next week for event opportunities with me…First, my Mom and I are repeating our popular Words of Power: Poetry as a Spiritual Practice mini retreat on August 10; the registration deadline is August 1st. For more info or to enroll go to
A few of the people who already know they are coming to Ireland with us next summer will be at the Poetry Retreat—if you’d like to take advantage of the Early-Bird bonus for next summer’s week-long Irish Immersion Experience (like they have), just register for the trip by August 1st. You can choose a free private room ($400 value) OR an updated cottage PLUS a $200 discount with the early bird option. This bonus is not listed on my website–if you register by August 1st just email to let me know which early-bird option you’d like to choose.
All the info about the Ireland experience is at
Feel free to email or call me if you have any questions. Here’s to transformational dreaming!
The Manifestation Maven
Whenever I reconnect with nature, I remember who I am.
In the midst of high summer, I rejoice when an unexpected cool evening breeze calls me outside. I’ll spread a blanket on the grass and lay down to gaze up at the sky.
And on a good night, a blazing bright shooting star will streak across my field of vision, as if to welcome me back to nature. As I relax into the ground, I feel the earth envelop and hold me. My consciousness sinks back into my body. Once again, I know my place on this earth.
It reminds me of a song refrain from one of my favorite movies (Love Actually):
Catch a falling star and
put it in your pocket;
save it for a rainy day.
Catch a falling star and
put it in your pocket;
Never let it fade away.
In other words, be fully present to the bright passing moments of your life. When you show up for them and let yourself feel them, really experiencing what’s happening, you can “put them in your pocket” and draw upon them again and again.
I know this works because every morning I go back to Ireland’s western shore during my prayer and meditation time—even though my feet are firmly planted in St. Louis.
Facing east, I feel the clean Atlantic air on my face and I breathe in the lavish, luminescent, lusciousness of the rainbow that sprawls across the sky.
Facing south, I feel the sun breaking out of the clouds to warm my face and I look out over thatched cottages and sleepy cows now stirring in the small village on Galway Bay.
Facing west, I stretch my face over the cliffs at Dun Aengus or feel the spray of the sea as I look out over the back of the ferry bringing me home from the Aran Islands.
Facing north I send my consciousness into the ancient limestone of the Burren and I feel the whispers of the ancestors living in my blood and bone.
Facing center I surrender all my ego’s hopes and fears to the wisdom of the Divine Consciousness that moves and breathes in my life.
With Christ before me, behind me, above me, below me, within me and all around me, I begin my day—having awakened that bit of Eire that lives in me.
I love pulling a “shooting star” in the form of Ireland out of my pocket every day—and of course, even more, I love returning in person to replenish my store of land, sea, sky, poetry and music.
I’m going back again next summer, for another Celtic Soul Experience. If you like, you can join me July 12-19, 2014 for Dancing on the Edge: Awakening Your Soul’s Call for Expansion–An Irish Immersion Experience. www.KimberlySchneider.com/
Bonus: If you register by August 1, 2013, you can choose a free private room ($400 value) OR an updated cottage PLUS a $200 discount. This bonus is not listed on my website–if you register by August 1st just email to let me know which early-bird option you’d like to choose.
We already have some wonderful new people registered—and also some wonderful friends who’ve made the trip with us before thinking about coming back next summer. This is going to be a great group!
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I hope to see you in Ireland next summer! Together, we’ll catch lots of falling stars.
Peace of the infinite sky to you,
The Manifestation Maven
P.S. I almost forgot to mention that August 1st is also the deadline for enrolling in the Poetry As a Spiritual Practice Retreat I’m facilitating with my Mom. It’s a one-day mini getaway from the busy-ness of life (10 am to 4 pm on Saturday, August 10th at Mercy Center in St. Louis). Want more info? Just go to