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Gale Minchew, PhD

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Time to let love in...

For many, February is celebrated as the month of love and romance. You see it everywhere: along the candy aisles, the floral shop, and in advertisements for romantic dinners. The mantra is the same every year: love is in the air. It has been marketed this way for as long as most of us can remember. As children, one of the first “angels” we encountered was really no angel at all, but rather the Roman god of romance …Cupid. We made valentine cards in primary school and decorated them with cute little cherubs with bows and arrows. Classrooms were filled with construction paper hearts in pinks and reds while cookies and cupcakes awaited excited little hands. We delivered our valentines with shy giggles, hoping the one we adored felt the same way, too.

But then, as we moved through life, we began to realize that this was not really the way “love” worked. A cherub doesn’t swoop down from the heavens to shoot an arrow of love into our hearts. Indeed, some found themselves in bad situations, failed relationships, or partnerships that weren't meant to be...searching, praying, bargaining, and hoping... 

While some found lasting love, others found only learning experiences. Many felt frustration as disillusionment began to set in. Some moved from relationship to relationship trying to find “the one”…their soul mate or twin flame...while others moved beyond the disillusionment only to live with indifference in their hearts. Unfortunately, still others fell into deep despair.

But this isn't necessary. Although myriad myths and legends about love abound, it's important to remember that love is a gift and a Divine right afforded to all of humanity. The Universe does not exclude anyone from this gift; rather, we choose to exclude ourselves. Some have a deep seated feeling of undeserving…or fear…or unworthiness…or embrace an overall limiting belief system.

For those who carry feelings that suggest you are not deserving, worthy, or good enough for love, it is time to release this baggage. For those who allow only negative relationships into your life because you feel that you cannot have anything better, it is time to release this, as well. And for those who fear love, it is time to put your trust in something bigger than yourself…confront your fear, and allow love into your heart.

But, for those who embrace a limiting belief system, we have a little extra work to do. Harboring a limiting belief systems means that you put restrictions and limitations on how, when, and in what form love comes to you. You may dictate the character and attributes of love, at times without even realizing you are doing so.

Additionally, you may wish to decide the time and location that love will appear. If this love isn’t convenient for you or does not fit into your timeline, then you may believe it is not an acceptable love. For example, you may say to yourself: after I graduate...once I pay off my bills...I only want someone who lives in my hometown.

Forgoing the limitations you have set does not mean you must settle for less than or second best, however. Instead, removing these limitations means that you put your faith in God’s hands…allow the Universe, Source, or the Divine to work out the details for you and have confidence that all will be done for your highest good.

Once you begin to understand what may be affecting your ability to attract lasting love in your life, it is important to set your intention. You might say: As of right now, I set my intention to welcome real love into my life.

Once you set this intention, commit to releasing past hurts and memories of failed relationships. For truly, these experiences represent not failure, but learning experiences…examples of what you do not want in your life so that you can welcome in what you truly do want in your life…real love. As you release the past, you will find that you have more room in your heart…and more space to welcome in the love you desire.

To encourage this process, you can pray, use affirmations, or offer spiritual requests to the angels…real angels such as Archangel Chamuel, the angel of love and peace or Archangel Raphael, the angel of healing. An example  of such a prayer or request might include:

Please help me open my heart to love. Guide me to this love, and allow me to see the signs pointing the way. Remove from my path all illusions of love, all facades, all individuals who do not have intentions of the highest light. Remove from my mind all demands or limitations that I once harbored about this love. Illuminate for me only those hearts of pure intent. Help me welcome love into my life now and always. With love and gratitude...

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The Sidewalk Ends Here…

May 11, 2011

I don’t remember any books from my childhood.  At least, that’s what I thought.  When I first tried to conger up memories of reading, I drew a complete blank.  Yes, I couldn’t think of one single book!  So, I decided to delve a little further into my mind and came up with the cute teddy bear board book my mom read to me as a toddler, Cinderella, and The Princess and the Pea.  I still have that little teddy bear book and will always cherish it.  But, can that really be all I remember reading as a child?  Pulling those memories from the frayed edges of my mind soon buried me under a wave of book covers and authors.  Oh!  What about the Sweet Valley High series by Francine Pascal?  I read that series incessantly during my teen years.  I remember spending so much money on those books…and it became a challenge…buying, reading, and arranging all those books on my shelf in chronological order.  Then, a little further back I remembered some required reading from middle school…Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume and the life and writings of Edgar Allen Poe.  I admit, I didn’t care for Judy Blume, but I was fascinated with Edgar Allen Poe…The Raven, The Tell Tale Heart, The Masque of the Red Death, The Pit and the Pendulum, and so on.  But, I still wonder why they had Poe as required reading for a 13 year old!  It was probably my fascination with Poe that led to my interest in crime/suspense/mystery novels.  So, it was only logical that by high school, I had moved on to Dean Koontz, Stephen King, and Anne Rice. 

I continued to ponder the books I read as a child and found that with all the authors, titles, and genres flowing through my mind, I continuously returned to fourth grade.  It was a magical year, I suppose…a time for trading stickers with my friends, staying out of the clutches of boys chasing girls on the playground, and my first introduction to poetry.  Now, I admit I would have done almost anything to not go outside for recess, as you can imagine!  Quite coincidentally, my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Joyce Sigler, had an exciting project for me and a friend in lieu of play time.  At recess, she would tape a large sheet of white paper on the wall and place the overhead projector in just the right spot for maximum size.  She would then place a transparency on the overhead glass, and my friend and I would carefully trace the letters and drawings onto the plain white paper.  That simple job made me feel important!  And, unbeknownst to me at the time, I learned about poetry and how to make that funny little lower case ‘a’.  I mean, who really writes an ‘a’ like that?  Ultimately, I ended up reading the entire book from which the transparencies were made.  What an exciting experience at such an impressionable time in my young life!

You may wonder what poetry could possibly fill a fourth grader with so much excitement.  This poetry was magical, complete with funny drawings…a book filled of stories such as Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who would not take the garbage out, a crocodile who went to the dentist, and little Peggy Ann McKay who was so sick she could not go to school today!  Yes, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein became my favorite book that year.  That year became one of my most memorable years in school and, by my estimation, served as a catalyst for my growing love of books.

I now share Mr. Silverstein’s books with my own children.  Not only Where the Sidewalk Ends, but A Light in the Attic, Falling Up, and The Giving Tree, as well.  Will my fourth grader have the same memories about reading these books as I have?  Probably not, but I hope to make an impression as great as that given to me all those years ago by one very special fourth grade teacher and Shel Silverstein!

*This entry first appeared as a guest post on basicallyamazingashley.com in May 2011