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My Super Power-Laughter

By Fran Mysti Hafey

“Laughter is an instant vacation.”~Milton Berle

Every now and then, I may write something here that is a bit deep and dark, because we all have light and dark within us and we must strive to keep the balance.

Many people on the internet and even in my personal life, know me, but they do not really know all of me. What we choose to share with others is our choice. I am an upbeat person, but I also go through darker times when I need space and to figure things out. My super power is laughter! When my body aches, I am tired and life gets very busy, laughing always helps me. I am very blessed to have a quick wit and I not only enjoy laughing, but making others laugh too. I am also very addicted to “the movie or song” game. When I see an actor in something, I have to figure out where or what else I have seen them in! When I hear a song, I will try to figure out who it is singing it! Some people think I am obcessed, but if you look around, a lot of people do that or something similar. LOL. I am also very expressive. I laugh, cry, make faces, use my hands and body to talk and express myself and I can immitate sounds and voices. I also whistle and sing… all the time! I live to my own rhythm, music and beat!

I think “who” I am has come from being very sensitive about everything. I feel things deeply and laughter has been my way to lighten up my life for a long time. I know when to use my super-power and when it is needed most. I am very grateful I have been given this ability and I will always use it for good.

We will always have to keep the balance between light and dark in our lives, so choose to laugh as often as you can and be grateful. Laughter is a gift.~

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I was a good thought, planted with love and nurtured, many years ago. I have grown and seen many things in my lifetime; the sunshine, the rain, families come and go, the changing of history. I have seen many storms, but have also heard birds sing. I have seen war and peace, love and hate. I remember when the skies were clearer with less noise. I could see the mountains and smell water. I continued to grow, learn and love, think and share. I have a purpose. I am not sure how long I have lived, perhaps hundreds of years. I have been home to wildlife and shade for others. I can no longer smell fresh air, see the mountains and there is so much noise all around me. No one stops to just sit by me and talk anymore. I continue to do what I came here to do and do it with love and a watchful eye. I have so many stories to tell. I am a beautiful old wise oak tree and today, I died. I was cut down to build a house in my place, or yet another road or city, instead of being left to continue my life, sharing clean air, shade, beauty and loving energy. My roots went deep and my branches reached out to the sun; a child of Mother Earth. Even trees can die naturally once they have lived a good long, happy life filled with memories. I had a purpose and each seedling after me will have a purpose too. Please remember the trees and let them live. Thank you.

Written and shared with love, Fran Mystiblu Hafey~

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DadsLastSunsetAug27-2014

“Dad’s Last Sunset,” by Fran Mysti Hafey-Copyright2014

By Fran Hafey

I learned some time ago to pay attention to my dreams, especially the ones that stood out or seemed to have a message for me. These are usually dreams I could remember easily or played out more than once. Each one has taught me valuable lessons.

Three months ago I had a powerful dream about snakes. I’ve had snake dreams before and I knew snake medicine can and usually does foretell of big change.

Some dreams are like puzzles, needing to have the pieces or information put together as we remember them or as other signs and pieces come to us, either in more dreams or in messages when we’re awake.

Snake not only came to me in my dreams, but I also received a visit from one in my physical home. I shared this in my June blog entry here called, “Snake Energy.”  (I quote: For now, I know I’m going through some big transformations inside and out. Perhaps I’m shedding my old skin and getting a newer, tougher one.)

Snake told me to expect very big changes in my life, ones that would cause huge ripples of changes in my own life and others around me. I thought it may have meant about my health or my husband’s health, or both. I didn’t know then, just how big the changes would be and that they had already begun. So many things are stirring and happening in our lives, behind the scenes, even before we’re aware of them.  I think my snake visitor was also trying to tell me just how fast things would happen because he came so soon after my dream. How I reacted to the snake being in my house and that I was alone when he came, are also clues to how life would unfold for me in my near future.

Just two months later and being very mindful of life events occurring around me, my family and I became very concerned about my Earthly Father, my Dad. He became weaker, losing a lot of weight and forgetting people in our family; faces and names. He began asking about loved ones that had already passed on and his energy shifted, being in two realities or realms, at the same time. Sometimes he was with us and other times he was with those on the other side. In May, we had a family gathering, in his honor, to basically say good-bye to the man we once knew. My Mom knew he was fading, maybe she already knew he was dying; she just didn’t know he would be leaving us in this reality so soon.

Dad was admitted into the hospital August twentieth with complications from illnesses he’d had for years, plus pneumonia and a severe bladder infection. The doctors ran tests and more tests and found he had cancer throughout his whole body and bones. Within just a few days Dad was brought home, where he wanted to be. We weren’t sure how long he had, but I suppose he decided he had had enough pain in that body of his and he shifted once more to crossover sooner. Hospice told us they felt he had days to hours. This news certainly got our attention fast, and it brought our world’s all a bit closer and into perspective for the sake of our Dad, who was leaving this world soon and bringing into focus how much our Mom needed all of us to help in this process of letting go of the physical, with love.

My Dad is dying. He is in his home, surrounded by those he loves and all who love him. We share good memories, strive to keep him comfortable, as we all say our good-byes. It won’t be long; his journey is almost done here, as we begin our new one.

As I finish writing, I have been called to my childhood home to be with my immediate family. When I arrived, everyone was busy with something, but someone was always with my Dad. He was not moving anymore, struggling to breathe as his body was letting go. We all gathered around him, showing our love for him and each other. We touched, we cried, we smiled and laughed. The love there in our home was  and is, incredible. It was this love that helped my Dad leave this life so peacefully and gently. As he took his last breath, we all were touching him and each other; My Mom never taking her eyes off of him. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had; the most loving moment of my life. We comforted each other, crying but feeling so blessed. We stayed there a long time, together, one in love and now helping our Mother whose husband of sixty six years, sixty seven in less than a month, was now gone from his body, but his spirit never dying, but living within all of us forever.

While we stood holding hands and touching Dad, suddenly the electricity flickered and went out! It was afternoon so we still had light. When the Hospice person arrived, she saw we had no electricity. We told her what happened and she explained how she had seen something like this before and it’s because of his energy and our own, connecting and creating a surge as we all touched Dad and each other to complete the circle of love at his time of passing.

More family members came to say good-bye and comfort my Mom. Some of my family urged my Mom to go to another room as they took my Dad out of the house, for one last time. I stayed for a while, but then something outside caught my eye; the beautiful sunset. My Dad’s last sunset on his family homestead on the hill in Virginia. I started taking pictures; I felt compelled to as I said out loud, “Dad’s last sunset,” and I smiled and felt peace all around me.

I know this was not a good day for my Mom or my family, and my Mom would need our love and help more than ever to get through this. She has strength from God, her family and friends, her church and she talks to Dad a lot and feels comfort in it. In time, I do feel she will realize how beautiful  Dad’s passing was and she will know it was such a blessing, one that many are not given.

A long time ago I worked in a hospital helping babies come into this world. I took their pictures and saw the smiles and love of parents and family. I’ve worked in nursing homes and birthing rooms. I’ve seen birth and I’ve seen death. My Dad’s funeral was my first, and it was beautiful. A true “Celebration of Life.” He is missed, but we all smile and remember his words he uttered to us many times in his gruff voice; rough and tough, but with love, he would say as we would part, “Drive fast kid,” which was his great sense of humor and his way of saying, “I love you.” Now he flies fast with the angels.~

Blessings and love, Fran-Mysti-September 29, 2014

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Dad’s Roses and Candy Cigar. CopyrightFranMystiHafey2014

 

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Elle1(2)Have you ever had an animal come into your life that touched you so deeply you couldn’t quite figure out why at first? I’ve had a few, and all their memories are strong within me forever. They touched my soul and later, I knew why we were together. Sometimes I didn’t know until they had gone from this world, why they were meant to be in my life, and the reason, but I am better for it. We had something to do and I know one day I will be with them again and for now, they are always with me in spirit.

I don’t want to be a downer, especially with it being the new year, but my husband, Ron and our new year started off a little strange. We’re doing our best to remind each other, its not a “bad beginning” just an end to one life and the beginning of a new one. Its healing for me to write and share this story. 

On New Years day, our little Elle, or “Miss Elle,” one of our precious dogs, began acting a little odd in the afternoon. We checked her over and discussed that we would wait until morning and see how she was doing. If she was not better, we would take her to her own Vet. We truly thought she was constipated from eating rawhide. We rarely gave it to them, but for Christmas, it was a treat.

About eight at night, she took a huge turn for the worst. She went outside and didn’t come back in. I went out to find her and as she walked up our ramp, she looked right at me and stumbled, fell over and began screaming and arching in pain. I thought it was because she could not pass something, so then thought she may have a bowel obstruction. When Ron held her in the bathroom, she arched her back in pain and I said, “she’s dying.” We called our Vets office and they were not there. We called the closest E.R. and told them we were bringing her in.

It seemed like the longest drive in history and each time we hit a bump or had to go over speed bumps, she would cry out in pain. I held her close in one of my favorite blankets. When she had two really bad episodes, arching and screaming, I told her to give it to me and I begged SpiritGod and the angels to help her. It was horrible, but I had to be strong for her. After the last “seizure,” as we came to find out later that’s what they were, she found a place close to me and the door, and finally seemed to rest. I checked often to see if she was still with us. She didn’t make another sound until the E.R. tech came to the van to take her from my arms. When we walked to the front desk, I noticed she was bleeding from her mouth and I could see blood in her eyes. What I thought it had been, an obstruction, changed to the same issue she had in the summer, a autoimmune problem with her blood not clotting. They took her in the blanket straight back. We never even had to sit down before they took us into a room. A nurse or Physician’s assistant, came in and got more information, as I was filling out a form. It wasn’t long before the doctor came in and said Elle was critical and was bleeding into her brain and actually her whole body was bruised and bleeding inside. She said they would get us an estimate on what they needed to do and let us know. 
 

When the physician’s assistant came back in, she had a form showing what everything would cost. We looked at the bottom line and about fainted. Yes, we love her and yes we wanted her to get better, but something in me, perhaps my Mother instinct, became stronger and I asked, “What are you telling us, that you will not do ANYTHING until we pay this?” They told us over the phone it was a $95.00 just to bring her in and it had to be paid that night. We could have paid some of the bill that night, but it was just after the holidays and it hit us hard. I came right out and said, “The doctor has not even told us her prognosis! I need to know her prognosis before I can say what we will do next! I was not yelling or angry, but I was to the point. This was my “Princess Elle” and “I” was not ready for her to go yet… until she looked us in the eyes and said, “She will not make it through the night.” 
 

We kept hearing another dog crying and it brought to our attention that she was in pain. They said she was not moving or crying, but when they moved her, she was very uncomfortable and would cry out. I looked at Ron and he looked at me and with tears in our eyes, we said at the same time, “we need to let her go.” We told the assistant, that we didn’t want to put her through anymore pain and suffering, that it wasn’t the money, it was about Elle. She said she understood and she was sorry, as we both began to sob, not holding back. I apologized, but I knew this woman had been through this before. Somehow that helped. We said we didn’t think we could handle watching them inject her and end her pain. She said she would give her something to help with pain and bring her to us to say good-bye. She also asked if we wanted her to make a clay pawprint of Elle’s paw for us that had to be baked at home to set it. We said yes, of course.

Once she brought her in, we decided we should be with her to the end. We spent some time with her, saying good-bye, telling her how much we love her and how special she was and had been in our lives. She was so tired, not responding to anything we said or did, just wanting to rest. We knew it wasn’t just the drugs, but that she was done with all this. We could still feel her love. Then we said there was no need to prolong her pain. We were grateful she had the iv catheter in already and so the injections were easy and quick. Within two minutes, she was gone. She had been so ready to leave her sick body behind and cross over the Rainbow Bridge, where some believe animals go to be reunited with us one day in spirit. We cried, but we also knew she was free of pain and was now being introduced to all our other dogs, cats and birds that had passed over the years. I even saw her running happily, giving them a run for their money. Whole and free. That made me smile.
 I asked if we could take her body home to bury with our others and the assistant said, “of course,” that she would wrap her for us and put her in a box. I told her no box, to just wrap her in the blanket she came in because it was one of her favorites.

The last couple of days, we’ve cried more than we’ve ever cried over losing one of our loving pets. Maybe it’s because of her energy, her sweetness, but fiery temper, the way she seemed so regal and “princess like.” She radiated love and light and made me feel happy every time I saw her. I found her on a pet list, someone was trying to find a home for her because they didn’t want her anymore, they felt she barked too much and she wasn’t what they wanted. I was thrilled to find her and could hardly wait to have her here with us in our home! She didn’t disappoint us, not ever. She only brought us smiles, laughter, love and joy. We really miss her but we know we did the right thing.
 

One day the pain of losing her will be gone, at least not how it is now, even though we know we lost her in body, but never in spirit or in our hearts. We have five more dogs at home and a number of birds. We still do occasional rescue work, our most recent finding a good home for a stray kitty. We know there will never be another Elle, no not ever, but we do know we’ve been blessed and we’re grateful to have had a few years with her.

Rest in peace dear Elle. Thank you.~
 

~Gone yet not forgotten although we are apart. Your spirit lives within me, forever in my heart.~ Author Unknown

Please read about Thrombocytopenia, a blood disorder in dogs that is life threatening. Pass this information on to anyone who has dogs or that may have symptoms. Thank you. 

See Elle’s story about when she first got sick and was in the hospital in summer 2012 at http://www.mystickblue.com/DonationsforElle.html
Also read my story and tribute to Meeko, Little White Fox, called, “Today I Missed a Friend.”

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