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The Beauty of a Woman

Posted in JOY, ROMANCE, SELF LOVE on August 2, 2018 by Kashi


“I need a serious social life change, starving
for something solid, real and present.
Especially when it comes to a woman.
Yes I am proud to say woman I need you like the flowers need sun, rain, air.
You give me life and fill me with energy.
Without you I do wither in spirit.”


The statement above was written by a male friend of mine. It touched me deeply because it reflects the state of mind that most of the men around me have been expressing to me in different ways. I am hearing from many men that they desperately need the feminine energy near them, with them, in their life in some way.

I began asking this question a few months ago, curious about what drives most people – their creativity or the idea of love. I soon realized that almost every maN answers these questions with a similar response.

“What are your predominant thoughts about finding the “One”?

Are you focused, in the back of your mind on finding the “One” someday or does your mind entertain thoughts of your creativity and direction in life? What holds the most weight in your thought process?

The answer is almost always the same. In fact, only two have answered differently than the rest. Most reply that they are looking or waiting for the “One” female who will come into their life and complete them. Many are looking for that special girl who will come into their life, light up their heart and end their search.

When I hear these responses I am touched. I am also surprised that so many men feel this way. It is not so obvious and it’s a rather unexpected response in a heavily conditioned world that has trained us to view man as an unfeeling being who works hard, provides and who has been taught not to show emotion or “so called” feminine traits.

What I am seeing now, at this point in my life is that man truly needs woman, a woman who will love him, nurture him, create a home filled with beauty, good food and keep the life organized as she supports his efforts. These are also the attributes of a mother, which brings me to the significance of the beauty of woman.

It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning as Annette made her way down the dirt path that led to the quaint, little home where the wise woman lived at the end of the road. Annette was looking forward to her visit. The wise woman seemed to have answers to almost everything. Perhaps the wise woman could answer Annette’s question that had been brewing and mulling in her mind for months.

Annette knocked on the kitchen door, “Where art thou, my dear friend, wise woman?” she softly spoke as she slowly opened the door.

“I’m back here, sweetheart”, the wise woman replied as she made her way to the kitchen where Annette was standing. “What brings you on this fine day?”

“I am curious about some things”, Annette replied, “I have a few questions.”

“Ahhh my dear, come with me to my bedroom while I make my bed and finish preparing for the day”.

Annette followed the wise woman into her bedroom. “I want to show you the new coats that my friend gave to me. I am so excited. They are perfect for me”, she spoke as they walked down the hall to the bedroom. The wise woman opened her tall, mirror door to her closet.

“I’ll cover my eyes as you put on the coat. Let me know when you are ready to show me”, Annette giggled as she sat down on the bed and covered her eyes with her hands. She felt like a child again as the wise woman put on her coat and when she was ready replied, “Ok, I’m ready, open your eyes!”

“It’s beautiful, it’s perfectly you!” Annette cried out with joy as she took her first glance at the wise woman in her new coat.

“Yes, yes, I love it! It is as if it was made for me! Now close your eyes again, I have another coat to try on and model for you.” Annette closed her eyes, giggled and waited. “Ok, open your eyes!” said the wise woman when she had the coat on and in place.

“It’s perfect for you! My goodness, these are definitely your coats!”

“Yes, yes, they are! I love them! replied the wise woman with excitement and joy. The two women were like little girls playing dress up in the bedroom in front of the tall mirror door.

The wise woman took off her coat and hung both of the coats neatly on their hangars and in their respective places in the closet. She closed the closet door and walked over to the side of the bed.

Annette quickly moved to the opposite side of the bed where the wise woman was pulling up the sheets, fluffing the pillows and smoothing the comforter. Annette grabbed the sheet and cover on the side of the bed opposite of the wise woman so that she could assist her in making her bed. She fluffed the pillows, smoothed the covers and placed the shams just like the wise woman had done on her side of the bed.

“You usually place a lovely cloth in the middle of your bed for your meditation pillow and crystal, yes?” Annette asked looking up at the wise woman who already had her elegant cloth in hand and ready to spread in the middle of the bed for the meditation pillow and crystal. It was her bed altar where she held the symbol of love for herself and the space of power where she cleared and regenerated. Her bed was very sacred to her.

Annette smiled and assisted the wise woman with placing the cloth in the center of the bed and smoothing out all of the wrinkles. The wise woman tossed down her meditation pillow in the middle of the cloth and smiled, “Now, lets place the crystal on the pillow too. She reached for the crystal sitting on the table beside the bed and gently placed it in the center. “The altar is complete”, she said with a smile and a soft, gentle, happy sigh.

She quickly arranged the items on her bed stand and wiped the crumbs from her nighttime snack. She placed a clean, folded, laced napkin at the corner for when she returned in the evening to enjoy her snack while reading before falling to sleep.

Once the bedside tables were neatly arranged, she walked over to her dresser where she organized her pearl necklaces and other trinkets lying near. As she placed each item into the crystal bowl on her dresser, she spoke where it belonged and how neat and lovely the space on the dresser was becoming. Annette smiled. She enjoyed watching the wise woman create beauty with every thing she touched. She was truly magical.

“You are a joy to be near, dear one”, Annette spoke as the wise woman finished clearing the dresser.

“Follow me”, the wise woman said as she turned and started walking toward her bathroom. “You see, what is important is that you create a beautiful space where you can love yourself, nurture yourself. By cleaning, organizing and creating beauty in your most sacred space, you can easily move into other places and create more beauty. But it has to start here, in the bedroom and then in your bathroom. And it is not just cleaning the bathroom that is important, it is the beauty that you create in this environment that provides a calming, relaxed place where you can nurture yourself. So you put elegant things in key places that make you smile and feel special. It’s your own magical ritual for you”.

Annette smiled. The wise woman was already answering her questions before she had a moment to ask. That is how it is in when you are in the flow of life. Everything comes in a serendipitous way. It was one of those moments.

The wise woman walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Annette followed her as she made her way through the bedroom and down the hall.

“I think I will make apple strudel today with the apples that Diane gave me yesterday. They need to be used before they spoil and an apple strudel is sure to put a smile on each persons face who stops by today”.

Annette smiled again thinking of the delicious snack that would be prepared soon. The wise woman was an incredible cook and baker. Each day she had fresh baked, delicious snacks on her counter for visitors who would stop by randomly seeking her company. Most of them were men who needed a little nurturing and love. They didn’t really know why they would come so often, they just knew it made them feel better when they visited.

“Pour yourself a cup of coffee dear, there is enough here for both of us”, the wise woman said to Annette as she walked into the kitchen and over to the pitcher of coffee resting next to the crystal bowl of sugar and crystal creamer.

Annette smiled again, this magical wise woman loved to use crystal everyday. It made her feel special when she lifted the crystal lid to the sugar bowl. “Crystal should be used everyday”, Annette thought to herself as she emptied two spoons of sugar into her coffee.

By now the wise woman had walked out to her patio and sat down in her chair. Annette followed her out with cup in hand and sat down in the chair opposite of her at the small, garden table.

“Mmmmm, the birds sound so beautiful this morning”, Annette spoke out as she smiled and looked up from her cup after taking a sip.

“Yes, and I see that the some of the birds are slowly making their way to the bird feeder. See how some of them sit on the fence and take their time. I can just hear them saying, “I’m going to take my time and make sure that it is safe to fly down to the ground”. They will figure it out one of these days. Nothing has changed”, the wise woman said with a soft giggle as she watched them flutter about.

After a few minutes of light conversation, the wise woman rose from her seat and walked over to turn on the garden hose to water her flower garden. She didn’t miss a day in her watering and you could tell. All the plants in her tiny garden seemed vibrant and glowing and as if they were singing. They were happy plants.

The wise woman laid down her garden hose to soak the ground beneath the plants. She walked over to grab her broom to sweep her porch. There were a few peanut shells lying on the floor from feeding the wild Blue Jays earlier in the morning. She reached around to the inside of the door and grabbed a container filled with more peanuts. This time she tossed them off the porch and into the yard. “These are for the squirrels that come to visit and live nearby in that tree over there. Bizby has found a mate and they are eating much more food now with two of them preparing for their young that will be soon to come.”

“Oh look, the Lilacs are beginning to bloom!” the wise woman exclaimed as she walked past her tiny lilac bush at the end of the porch. “Soon we will have beautiful fragrant bouquets to fill the house with!”

“Spring has sprung!” laughed Annette in response.

The two women sat down at the table again to sit and chat some more.

“Did you attend finishing school?” asked Annette, “It seems as thought you have. You do everything perfect for the home. You are such a wonderful hostess as you tend to each little detail around you”.

“Oh no, dear. I didn’t even finish high school. I quit school in my seventh year. I was too unique to follow their rules. I did not enjoy school at all”, replied the wise woman.

The two women laughed and shared stories as they sipped on their cups of coffee and watched the birds play in the garden next to the porch.

As the women shared the conversation naturally led into the discussion of romance and love, men and their ways, women and their needs. Both women were not in a love relationship but surrounded by men who enjoyed their company and who were looking for that special “One”.

“Honesty is important in relating and bonding in love. If a person cannot look me in the eyes, I know there is fear there. And that fear is blocking the intimate connection that can occur between to two people, whether sex or friendship, the fear impacts and colors the relating”, the wise woman spoke. “If you can look into their eyes, there is integrity there but if they are not looking into my eyes, they are hiding something from me or they don’t care to connect at all. It is very simple. Look into the eyes and be authentic, be real. If someone cannot look into another’s eyes, they need to search their soul and see where they are out of integrity.”

The wise woman continued, “The truth of a person is in their behavior. That tells you everything. Just watch how a person behaves if you really want to know the truth about how they feel.”

“Go make yourself a glass of your favorite lemonade dear. There are a few lemons on the counter that Diane gave me yesterday. Take the rest with you and enjoy. And while you are in the kitchen, grab yourself a bowl of granola. There is dried fruit there too, just the way you like it and your favorite almond milk in the fridge”.

Annette was hungry and the wise woman knew. She always took such good care of her when she came to visit.

Annette got up from her chair and walked in to the kitchen to make her daily glass of lemonade and a small bowl of granola, just the way she liked it. The wise woman always knew what Annette loved and always seemed to have her favorite foods in her pantry and refrigerator. It was as if the wise woman kept them just for her visits. It made Annette feel special that the wise woman kept her in her thoughts.

Annette returned to the table. The wise woman continued, “You have to have space in your time together too. If someone is talking too much it is because of fear. There is an intimacy that can only come in the silence of togetherness. It is in the silence where love grows. If you can sit comfortably together in silence, you know that each of you are being authentically you, comfortable with each other with no fear, no hiding, no pretending, no stories, only contented togetherness”.

“Would you like to share a sandwich with me?” the wise woman asked as she rose from her chair to walk into the kitchen.

“Yes, I would love to”, Annette replied.

As the two women went into the kitchen, the wise woman handed Annette an orange, “Here dear, have this delicious orange while I prepare our sandwich”.

Annette pealed the orange and sat down at the kitchen table while the wise woman prepared their sandwich.

“If there is fear, look and see where you are out of integrity, search yourself and find what needs to be fixed, corrected, amended and then take care of it so that there is no fear”, the wise woman spoke as she sat the dish on the table and the two women shared their sandwich.

“Mmmmm….this orange is a delicious compliment to the sandwich”, Annette smiled and spoke as she tasted and enjoyed her snack.

“Yes, and I’m already onto dessert. I am having chocolate with pecans. A perfect compliment to the delicious sandwich I just ate. You finish the rest of the sandwich while I enjoy my dessert”.

Annette laughed. It was always fun visiting the wise woman and it often made her feel like a child again, playing, laughing, enjoying and moving from one beautiful, delicious moment into another”.

“Dear wise woman, I think you have answered my question before I have had a chance to ask”, Annette giggled.

“Wonderful, now lets do a little more cleaning before we relax, you grab the vacuum and sweep the carpet while I clean and organize the guest bathroom. Then we will be ready for company as they come to visit today”.

Annette got up from her chair and happily grabbed the vacuum to sweep the carpet. This time she took extra special care to sweep the carpet well. She even took the attachment and vacuumed the corners and sides of the wall. She wanted to give the wise woman a special gift of appreciation as she gave a little extra effort to her task.

“Oh how wonderful, you really did a great job, thank you”, exclaimed the wise woman as she finished cleaning the guest bathroom and entered the living room. “It makes such a difference when things are in place, clean and organized. It just feels better and you are ready to receive your guests without embarrassment or hesitation. Now do something special for yourself. What do you need to do for yourself today that I can help provide?”

Annette smiled and replied, “It has already happened. Thank you for showing what the beauty of a woman is through our sharing today. I feel loved, nurtured, surrounded by beauty and I see how you bring more of this to everyone who encounters you as you nurture and love yourself first”.


True story – only the names have been changed.


Landing in Paradise

Posted in JOY, LIFESTYLE, STRATEGY on August 2, 2018 by Kashi

I woke up one morning slowly transitioning between the dream world and the daytime world. As I was drifting in and out, I heard a voice say, “We’ve landed in paradise. We are in Maui, we have made it”

It was an echo from a video I had watched the day before. The man was so proud and so Boat on river of lifegrateful to be in Maui. I have missed three occasions where I had tickets, bags packed and ready to go but never made it. I don’t want to get trapped on an island, perhaps.

So, my version of paradise became something else as I was drifting between dreaming and waking and reflecting on paradise.

It felt like paradise this particular morning while lying in my bed.

I have a full spectrum cosmos movie theatre in my bedroom. My bedroom windows are positioned in such a way that I can watch the moon move through the midnight sky and feel its light beam in on my forehead. There are trees between the window, the moon and me that create a silhouette of artistry, telling a story and painting a mood in the shadows.

I had just spent the early morning hours watching this work of art transform in front of me while lounging in my bed waiting for daytime to come.

Paradise to me is a garden, first. A garden full of fresh food year round, abundant fruit trees, herbs for medicine and flowers for companion planting. Bouquets are essential elements in paradise, too. That is heaven to me.garden2

Second on my list of things in paradise is a septic system that doesn’t use water. I know that probably sounds really strange to you but this idea of using water to run human waste down a hole is utterly stupid, in my opinion. We are the only animals that have homes designed with toilets inside our domains and we are the only species that uses water to get rid of our waste. My cat has taught me so much about proper waste management.

My greatest joy when I landed in Paradise was finding the most artful, most well designed building on our land, which was the magnificent humanure composting house. In paradise the “humanure” composting house is lovingly referred to as “Poo Palace”, and rightfully so. It is elegantly constructed, well designed, high fashioned and appropriate for this kind of human activity.

It’s not in the house, it’s more than fifty feet away and it does not use water, a precious, rare commodity these days.

From there the rule on this land is “No Wifi”. I know that would seem so very strange to most people since many cannot live without it. But Ethernet only is used, meaning each computer directly plugged into the modem in the living room if they want to access internet. It’s “old school”, you could say.

No wireless phones are allowed in the house and no wifi Bluetooth so that there is the guarantee of an EMF free zone. The land is completely barren of electrical lines, which is an added bonus for me since I am sensitive to electrical poles and lines.

Water is abundant as springs flow throughout the property and the location is not far from the coast guaranteeing an occasional rain and lots of fresh air.

I like the fact that the house is run entirely on solar. We manage which light bulb is turned on in which room to ensure there is enough juice in the batteries to last throughout the evening while we gather in the kitchen for a snack, play on the computer, watch a movie or play and record music. We are completely off the grid.

Occasionally, the generator comes on for a couple of hours to recharge the batteries if we are enjoying the day fully into the late evening. How much we use the generator depends a lot on how much sunshine we get.

I remember my grandmother saying to me often while growing up, “Life is an attitude. Life is what you make it”. Then she would give her examples and scenarios of people who made positive things happen in their life despite their strife. She was very hopeful yet realistic about taking responsibility for where one’s mind would go when things would happen and how that created one’s reality.

“When life hands you lemons, make lemonade”, she would say when something would happen that brought sadness, disappointment or heartbreak. She would point out people who are suffering greater and how one’s own personal life was really not that bad.

It is the same way in which we create the reality that we are living in. Are we giving full berth to our Emotional Body to drive our life, causing us to surf up and down, and all around?

Or are we making calculated, strategic, pretentious moves that sometimes work out and sometimes lose terribly, pulling in the wrong people and the difficult experiences with less than desirable results?

Maybe we have decided not to do any planning, no strategic movement and no commitments as we have chosen to stay present in our process.

One must constantly let go, allow and seek the good while moving along in life’s experiences. And when we keep gratitude at the forefront of our attitude, it helps the ability to stay present in the letting go.

When we surrender to the magic of serendipity and trust in the process of living our life, everything is more beautiful, more delicious, more delightful and more divine. We naturally lead our self into beauty.

When one can be present to the moment in a state of gratitude, paradise is at hand.

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written by Kashi Stone 2016

Getting to Better

Posted in JOY, LIFESTYLE, PATIENCE, STRATEGY on August 1, 2018 by Kashi

Soul movement

When big changes come into our life, a crisis is happening or so it seems. Activations and transits occur that are shocking and cause big shifts.

Planetary impressions cause us to behave in certain ways and changes come into our life stimulating fear, insecurity, rejection and feelings of aloneness. When these transits come into our life trajectory or into the program field, we get a test or a lesson that provides an opportunity to spiral up or stay stuck in another cycle of learning.

This “shock and crisis” experience is an intimate part of our evolutionary process as a human. It is there to break old habits and traditions; transform the nature of one’s being and crack open any crystallization that is keeping one from evolving through movement and change. And it is providing a doorway, an opportunity for initiation and advancement to spiral up and out of a series of lessons.

Moments of crisis are a complete surprise. There is no time to prepare for them. That is why it can be such a shock to the system. A shocking act is so different than what one is thinking and feeling in the moment. It can be very painful. Those moments of crisis often go against what is dear to our heart, what brings joy in life, what we feel we need or so it seems.

If we don’t survive these shocking moments, we dive into darkness and deep depression. We stay stuck in the same series of lessons until we are jolted out of our lethargy by crisis. We create more hardship for our life and lose vigilance with creativity, and beauty by ignoring the opportunities to transcend and move beyond.

The shock, the crisis of change is the catalyst for leading us into this initiation. We learn to let go of all attachments and be a free agent of the universe in order to be peaceful and content in life.

This initiation is the spiral up, the graduation, a walk through a door one could say.

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There was a time when I lived in an isolated mountain community about thirty miles away from town. The winters were dark and cold and there was not much practice of eco mindfulness or conscious care on this traditional cattle farm. I had moved into the community at the ranch because I was told that they had the latest and the greatest of everything, which later, I found was quite the opposite. They were overly hopeful and seemingly boastful.

There was no recycle or waste program in place at this community, there was no alternative energy program and there were no gardens for the grand state of the art permaculture program. It was slightly confusing since nothing at this ranch was like the way it was presented to a stranger.

It made me cry watching items getting tossed into the waste can and the property dump every few days with zero sorting, recycling or reusing. I watched and participated in reckless, careless concern from my impact and the others around me.
It made me grieve.

At meetings I asked if anyone knew of someone who would take over the recycle and disposal program. My hands were already full taking care of most other things in the operations of the business. No one wanted to take the responsibility. Things continued to pile, get tossed into the dump trailer and merge into a heap of bad eco practices.

Trips to the grocery store made me cringe as I pondered products in containers of plastic versus glass, quality and price and where that container would go next when I was finished with it. It was becoming a very narrow choice in my selection of truly eco conscious product selection in order to minimize my impact.

There were a few things that just seemed a bit off and not aligned with conscious living in this environment that I was calling home and it was just a bit unpleasant for me. I also found it hard to sit and write without a clear space available to concentrate with the variety of personalities surrounding me. The dark, cloudy days on the mountain left little inspiration to create much of an engaging story.

A good time came for me to move on and choose a new community and living arrangement. It was a shocking moment when the decision was made. I moved quickly and didn’t take much time to prepare or control the direction of my movement. I was anxious to get to sunshine and blossoming flowers and out of the cold, grey days.

Destiny took over as I moved without planning and allowed to be shown where to go next so that I could sit and focus on my writing. I wanted to get my first novel published and my second novel completed and ready for editing.

When I arrived to move my things into my new community home, I was led towards a place where they had a meticulous process of handling trash. Everything gets sorted in at least six different ways.

I knew I had landed in the right place when that was at the top of the list of priorities of things to introduce me to right away. It took me a couple of weeks to get into the groove while I was often reminded of how to do things correctly.

With that introduction, the effects of the shocking changes lessened on my body and my mind. I started to relax and learn how to be more mindful with my trash. There were many things at this new place that were a step up from my previous environment that were exactly what I had been asking for: off the grid solar living, outhouse composting systems, gardens with flowers blooming in early spring through summer and autumn, lots of natural springs flowing, no wifi polluting the environment, lots of trees, vegetarian home, the list goes on.

I settled into my new home and my room at the top of the house with the tiny windows above the garden and the large skylights open to the sky. It was perfect for writing. The birds sang above in the trees as the wind blew and rustled the leaves; butterflies fluttered from flowering bush to tree and the occasional blossom in the patch.birds in fairy land

There were spring flowers blooming, bushes budding and running brooks flowing everywhere. “There must be no water shortage here, “ I thought to myself as I stepped across the little stone bridge continuing the path over a raging, small brook.

I realized, suddenly in one moment, that this country cottage where I had landed was a vast improvement over my last home and that I could relax just a bit more in life. I no longer had to purvey weddings and church retreats, which were two things far from the passion of my pen and paper.

I was amongst a very different type of people with kinder hearts and a mature, supportive, friendlier vibe. I really had stepped up a notch on the spiral and walked through a doorway of some kind. Even though I felt the effects of a shock in the change, I stayed smooth and calm, observing where life was taking me next.

When I arrived at my new place, my friend offered to make a phone call, check a few things on the internet for me and introduce me to a friend who had the goat milk and the pesto that I was seeking.

Within a couple of weeks, I found out that the program that I was looking for was right down the road. The alternative therapist that I was hoping to find was located right beside the program facility. A professional editor who could assist with my book lived next door to our little farm and the photojournalist that I was seeking to assist with the cover of my book was only three miles into town.

Everything was unfolding better than before and it was exactly what I had been asking for.

I’m so glad that I let go.
So, that I could gently flow.

written by kashi rachel stone ….2016