By Jennifer Elizabeth Masters
Driving through the Ontario countryside, witnessing the beauty, Maple trees and fields of corn, wheat, smelling the freshly mowed hay I was reminded of the contrast between the dry tan colored desert and my beautiful homeland. My heart filled with feelings of love for this country that I left so long ago.
On my very first morning waking up in Canada, my mother was irritated with me that I had to locate an Internet cafe (Tim Horton's) to write my blog. Her desire to control me is still present after sixty some years. I have changed, but she hasn't. Her issues aren't mine. My independence and self-love guide me. Instead of trying to please my mother, I do what is best for me. My inner compass is stronger than my need to make her happy. I recognize that her issues aren't mine. I love my mother, but I love myself even more.
Mom is ninety-four. Although she has mellowed in many ways, she is still who she is. I can choose to accept her the way she is, or fight with her. I choose to accept her as she is. I cannot change her and have no desire to. I choose to love her as she is and be true to myself.
Our family of origin take us back to our roots and remind us of how far we have come. Celebrate your successes. Enjoy the ride, however, bumpy it may be. It is up to us to make good choices, react, or witness. I could complain about my mother or enjoy her company. I choose the latter.
The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border? Pablo Casals
Yesterday I flew from Denver to Toronto, Canada, the place of my birth for a family reunion. My flight was delayed before we were able to board. After boarding we had mechanical difficulties which caused us to sit for an hour and a half in the blazing sun, stifling onboard our aircraft without air conditioning.
The high temperatures affected each of us differently. In difficult situations, I like to make light of them. Seated with a group of Burlington firefighters, a mechanic, an IT guy, all from BFD (Not Big Fu**ing Deal, but Burlington Fire Department) we made light of our ordeal and discomfort enjoying each other's company. I was reminded of my roots and the camaraderie of being with fellow countrymen.
Though I have lived in the US for 36 years, more than half of my life, and love the United States, and those that I share this beautiful country with, I recognized that the roots of our early beginnings, country, parents, and programming have a profound effect on our lives. In fact, our earliest programming can affect us for the rest of our lives.
We can love the place we live, those around us and our family. We have the love for our partners, our pets, and friends. We can love our work, what we do and have a love of nature. Going home to the place of our birth brings us back to old memories of growing up.
Driving through the Ontario countryside, witnessing the beauty, Maple trees and fields of corn, wheat, smelling the freshly mowed hay I was reminded of the contrast between the dry tan colored desert and my beautiful homeland. My heart filled with feelings of love for this country that I left so long ago.
Though many years have passed since I left Ontario, the feelings of love I have for its beauty, expansive fields, and countryside, are part of who I am. Our past is part of who we are and will always remain so. Rather than attempting to cut out those parts of our past that contain pain, or sorrow, they are woven into the beautiful tapestry of who we become and who we are. Loving ourselves and forgiving those who have given us life, even if it wasn't the kind of love we wanted is imperative for us to be able to fully love others.
Love of those who have been a part of our experience is always with us, long after our divorce, breakups or death finally separate us.
Memories of learning how to swim, water ski and sailing a boat by myself began to stir from deep within. My father has been gone now for twenty-six years, a very long time. I still remember how he taught me how to swim in Lake of Bays, backing up away from me, while I shrieked, encouraging me to keep swimming. That never giving up attitude and to keep swimming continues to serve me today.
Memories of learning how to swim, water ski and sailing a boat by myself began to stir from deep within. My father has been gone now for twenty-six years, a very long time. I still remember how he taught me how to swim in Lake of Bays, backing up away from me, while I shrieked, encouraging me to keep swimming. That never giving up attitude and to keep swimming continues to serve me today.
Our parents instill in us programs both positive and negative that can encourage or block us in our lives. Programming from childhood is the deepest ingrained in our unconscious. Energy clearings and hypnotherapy can be used to clear the negative limiting beliefs that block us from being and having what we desire.
Recurring Patterns
Acceptance of Others
Mom is ninety-four. Although she has mellowed in many ways, she is still who she is. I can choose to accept her the way she is, or fight with her. I choose to accept her as she is. I cannot change her and have no desire to. I choose to love her as she is and be true to myself. Our family of origin take us back to our roots and remind us of how far we have come. Celebrate your successes. Enjoy the ride, however, bumpy it may be. It is up to us to make good choices, react, or witness. I could complain about my mother or enjoy her company. I choose the latter.
Jennifer is a healer that clears limiting beliefs, blocks, and self-sabotage from the past so that you can have the life, love and happiness you desire. A healed healer herself, she helps others overcome anxiety, depression, low self-esteem, guilt, shame, insecurities that block you from having healthy relationships and happiness.
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