Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Healing a Broken Heart: A Second Chance

Healing a Broken Heart: A Second Chance

A healer has a broken heart.
And many days have passed.

With sleepless nights spent searching
For the questions never asked……


The doctor said he wanted to do a cardiac catheterization. He said he’s 99% sure there is one or more blockages. He spoke of straight metal stents and medicated stents and open heart surgery. He gave me prescriptions for nitroglycerin and warned me to take it easy until the procedure:
“This is your heart
We’re talking about,” he said calmly and deliberately.
It couldn’t be physical, I argued in my head. My numbers are so good.
Good cholesterol. Good triglycerides. Great ratio of good to “bad” cholesterol.
What, then?

In that very instant an inner voice said:
You have a broken heart.
Oh that’s crazy, I thought.
How could the squeezing pain in my chest be a broken heart?
People don’t actually have “broken” hearts.
That’s just a romantic notion invented
by some lovesick poet long ago in a land far away.
A fairytale.
An enigma, at best.

The thought persisted:
You have a broken heart.

I paused to listen. There was more to this.
I had known about the mind –body connection
With regard to disease.
I was also aware of the phenomenon that all that is evident in the physical realm originates in the spiritual realm.
Did I have dis-ease? Perhaps.
Was I aware of it? No, not consciously, at first.
Did it exist? Well, yes, it did. It became apparent in my physical body.


So I set out to learn what brought me to this place.

I had to ask what I’d done or
Not done
That left me in this condition.
Through the course of introspection and reflection I came upon the question of my own mortality. That’s not so surprising considering the nature of the situation. My heart is involved.

I asked myself a few questions, but not very far into the self-exam did THE question present itself.

If there was one thing in the whole wide world that you could have, do or be before you die, what would it be?

Aha! I see where this is going.
THIS is headed in the direction of regret or remorse.

This was not an indication to me that I felt I might die, but something much more profound.

This was a revelation about what I truly wanted, something that I absolutely, without a doubt had to do before I leave this world, something I had, in fact, left undone.

And in not so graceful fashion it became clear to me:

I had stuffed my feelings and hopes and dreams into some remote corner of my heart. I had stuffed them there for safe-keeping, for some distant day when the time was right, for some someone to give me permission to be who I am, live the life I was meant to live, and to love with all my heart. My heart. My heart is swelling with those improbable hopes and inflamed with the slow-burning embers of my once white-hot dreams. My heart is now filled to capacity and the flow of life is being blocked, literally.

As long as live, there is time to fix it, I thought.
There’s time! There’s still time!
There’s still time to take action.
It’s not too late…yet.

So the cardiologist will do the procedure.
Will he find a blockage? Can he see a broken heart?
Will it be mended before he gets there?

It started as an intangible, ethereal experience: unresolved feelings, unrealized dreams, stifled hopes,
That has, over the years, translated into physical pain and damage….but damage that can be mended, if given the chance.

I have been reminded of these words time and again over the last several years and never have they made more sense to me than right now:
“Guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it spring the issues of life…” Proverbs 4:23
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.” Proverbs 13:12

I know now what I must do.

My life is depending on it.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

The Spirit of Giving: My Online Charity Benefit Party

The Spirit of Giving:My Online Charity Benefit Party

I wanted to help my BigCrumbs friend, Jessica, by hosting this party but I wanted to do something more....

This online Charity Benefit Party is on behalf of the many homeless and less fortunate people in the community.

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My goal is to present a large gift basket to the local City Mission that will be auctioned off in a Chinese auction.

The proceeds from this auction will help, in part, the men, women and children who come to the shelter everyday for meals, and clothing, and a warm, dry safe place to be.

This auction will be done just in time for their annual Thanksgiving Dinner which serves hundreds of people a hearty Thanksgiving meal that these folks would not otherwise be able to enjoy!

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Please know that your purchases will help make this possible!
Not only will you be getting some great gift items for yourself, your friends, loved ones and co-workers but you will be doing a great act of kindness as well!
I thank you in advance for your support.

Please visit my online Charity Benefit Party here.


The New 2008 Holiday Catalog is now available!! Start your shopping early and get it out of the way!

Check out all the new items here.

Give someone the perfect gift this year, an e-gift certificate ~ Perfect for weddings, birthdays, holidays, or for that person that you just don't know what to get!!

Let's kick off this Season of Giving in the grand Spirit of Giving!

May you all be abundantly blessed for your support and generosity!


Robin









Turbo Tagger

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

A Candidate For Fun

A Candidate For Fun

Friday, August 15, 2008

Love Me Now While I Am Living

Love Me Now While I Am Living

~ Original Author Unknown
modified by Robin Lee Sardini


If you're ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings,
From which true affections flow.
Love me now, while I am living.
Do not wait until I'm gone,
And then chisel it in marble,
Tender words on ice-cold stone.
If you have loving thoughts of me,
Please, tell me now, I pray.
No, don't wait another minute,
We may only have today.....
If you wait until I'm sleeping,
Never wakening here again,
There'll be walls of earth between us,
And I would not hear you then.
So, if you ever loved me,
Even just a little bit,
Let me know while I am living,
So I'll feel and treasure it.


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