My First Blog Post

I have wanted to write one for umpteen zillion years but could never settle on a topic. Curiosity for so many things has driven me to watch too many videos on YouTube, get hooked on my stream on Facebook, sign up for classes from brain functions, brain dysfunctions, healing with tuning forks, vogel crystals, taking even more hypnosis classes and more spreading me thin.

I believe this blog will be more on my metamorphosis into the person I feel is really me from the person I was taught I was supposed to be from what little childhood I remember. The Now Me is more in the spiritual world than ever before, entering into the mystical world of dream interpretation, various forms of hypnosis and using my channeling, clairvoyance, clairaudience, and clairentience gifts in fresh and novel ways.

Losing my husband, who was my rock, and other family members, I found myself feeling lost and unsure of my future.

“What do I now?” became my mantra.

But, maybe I need to slow down and give you some back story.

I was born into a Navy family in Huntington, West Virginia.

“How is that?” you might ask since West Virginia is nowhere near a large body of water for which the Navy is known to do most of its work. But there I was, the only one of four siblings to be born in a civilian hospital. Being the third of the bunch, there was no excitement like with my other peers.

Daddy ran down the outside stairs of the little apartment mom and he shared when she said my brother, the eldest, was about to make his entrance into the world. Down he went, smack into a sarsaparilla tree, and knocked himself out as the story goes. Yes, they got to the hospital in time.

My older sister, next in line, was going to a hospital across a water way. This time Dad got a neighbor to drive them as he was afraid he’d drive off the ferry into the water he was so nervous.

Then there was me. The only excitement I brought to the household was when I was maybe one and crawled out into the street and sat there, apparently. The story goes mom looked out the kitchen window and saw the cars veering around something in the middle of the street. Mind you, they weren’t stopping, just going around. But, that was back in the day when fear of being kidnapped never entered one’s mind.

Taking a better look, she ran out the back door to fetch me. Somehow I had managed to crawl from the back yard to the middle of the street and sat, waiting. Who knows what was in my tiny little mind. But rescue came and I was fine and life went on.

Then there was Phyllie, four years my junior. By then we were living in Morocco, Africa. The hospital for this little darling was across a desert. Daddy had a driver take them as he was of the mindset that he would get lost in the desert and have to deliver the baby alone. They made it which gave Phyl the opportunity later in life for dual citizenship.

Roda, her parents and her brother and sister and newborn aboard the SS Constitution coming back from Morocco.

So, then there were four plus the parents. I am of the belief that we choose our families, parents, siblings, for which we will have lessons learned and growth shall occur. Well, guess that is so but I don’t know for most of my childhood is a blur, very little memories. Thank heavens for photographs for those are about all I have.

A few experiences I do recall: there was that time I fell out of the front seat of the pickup when a soldier was driving me to kindergarten in Tuscumbia, Alabama, after leaving Morocco. Yes, Daddy was still in the Navy. I do also remember the time I sat in an ant bed at someone’s birthday party after I had eaten ham salad sandwiches and got sick as a dog. I think I was in maybe 2nd grade and it was across the street from Helen Keller’s house. At least that’s how it is in my memory banks. To this day I have never eaten another ham salad sandwich.

There are other flashes that pop up but mostly it’s all gone. And therein lies the beginning of a tale without a opening narrative. All I know is I’ve searched my life for answers and am finding it really isn’t important. The critical factor is learning who I am and falling in love with her, which, trust me, has been hard to do. I was taught so diligently how not to like me that washing away those old belief patterns has been a tricky and sticky thing to accomplish.

However, I feel now is the time to start my tale of how I found my way down the yellow brick road, reference here to the Wizard of Oz, and am finding my way back home. . . to Me!

I’m sure I shall veer off course, share favorite anecdotes, recipes, aha moments, lessons learned and whatever else seems appropriate to share with the world. Tag along if you wish. No matter what happens, I aspire to make it light and lively, perhaps with side dishes of melancholy leading to enlightenment.

One of my favorite things is to turn a negative occurrence into an adventure which turns the angle life is throwing at me in a whole new direction.

Come on along and let’s see how we can discover this thing called life and new ways to live it.

Roda

Wizard in Training