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Twas the Night Before Christmas… December 24, 2015

Time for my yearly blogging holiday tradition… “Twas the Night Before Christmas”.  So enjoy and squeeze your loved ones a little closer this Holiday! I know I will!

Happy Holidays!

Lots of love!

~Sarah

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas”

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

 

Twas the Night Before Christmas… December 24, 2014

Time for my yearly blogging holiday tradition… “Twas the Night Before Christmas”.  So enjoy and hold your loved ones a little closer this Holiday! I know I will!

Happy Holidays!

~Sarah

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas”

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

 

Each day is a gift! April 21, 2014

©Sarah Hamilton

 

Each day is a gift… Right now is all we will ever have.  We all know the expression, “The past is history, the future is a mystery and now is a gift.  That’s why it is called the present!”  How are you going to embrace the moment?  Valuing the moment in whatever guise it shows up to you is not always easy… But if we look at it in just 3 ways we can.

When you’re in the moment you can accept it, enjoy it or be enthusiastic about it.  These 3 states of being I learned from Eckart Tolle and they really shifted my reality.  The alternatives simply create struggle…  Let’s just say someone is yelling at you… Do you want to fight or defend yourself?  All of that creates struggle… By allowing them their “stuff” and knowing the Truth about who you are leads to the acceptance of  what is happening and you can walk away with out harm and ill feelings. Then there is the enjoyment of the moment which we all can choose at any moment in time but my favorite is the Enthusiasm of the moment!

I made a choice with my life a long time ago not to struggle with time, space or people.  It has taken a lot of work for me to get here… people, health diagnoses and the simple choice of wanting something better. The idea, that if we struggle or fight with a given thing or situation that’s all we will ever have.  What do you want?  What kind of quality of life do you choose? And, the big one… How willing are you to do the work that it takes to let go of the all the stuff?

Our lives truly are gift of spectacular opportunity.  What are you going to do with it?

 

 

So much Love and Pink Light today!

~Sarah

 

Twas the Night Before Christmas… December 24, 2013

Time for my yearly blogging holiday tradition… “Twas the Night Before Christmas”.  So enjoy and squeeze your loved ones a little closer this Holiday! I know I will!

Happy Holidays!

~Sarah

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas”

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

 

Twas the Night Before Christmas… December 24, 2012

I have turned “Twas the Night Before Christmas” into a yearly blogging tradition.  So enjoy and squeeze your loved ones a little closer this Holiday! I know I will!

Happy Holidays!

~Sarah

‘Twas The Night Before Christmas”

By Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

 

Thoughts on a Tweet from Deepak Chopra… November 14, 2012

 

How do you want to be in the world?

 

 

 

I wanted to share this blog post…. but you have to listen instead.  Here are some thoughts on a tweet from Deepak Chopra… Another Podcast for my blog!

 

Energetically,

~Sarah

 

Native Wisdom… September 23, 2012

One of the greatest gifts we have been given is the one of free will.  The freedom to chose any direction we want! I coach a lot about choice.  Where do you want to go from here? If you don’t like how you feel make a different choice… What’s another way of looking at your situation?

This “Native Wisdom” was sent to me awhile ago from my dear friend Reverend Mark Delcuze.  And then I was reminded again from another remarkable coach, Tara Roth! I believe that things show up for a reason… so Obviously this is something I need to hear.  I hope you enjoy it as much!!

Native Wisdom: A Grandfather from the Cherokee Nation was talking with his grandson.

“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.”
“One wolf is evil and ugly: He is anger, envy, war, greed, self-pity, sorrow, regret, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, selfishness and arrogance.”
“The other wolf is beautiful and good: He is friendly, joyful, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, justice, fairness, empathy, generosity, true, compassion, gratitude, and deep vision.”
“This same fight is going on inside you, and inside every other human as well.”
The grandson paused in deep reflection because of what his grandfather had just said. Then he finally cried out; “Oyee! Grandfather, which wolf will win?”
The elder Cherokee replied, “The one you feed.”

Energetically~

~Sarah

 

Being Thankful… September 21, 2012

My summer view!

 

I wrote the following except during the summer but never posted it.  On the first day of Autumn when the world (or at least my part of the world) begins to forage for the coming months and things begin to slow down I cherish the warmth of summer. How do you enjoy the seasons and time as the weather changes…. What does it mean to you?

“Every now and then I have a day that is simply divine and I do mean divine.  You know the kind of day that takes your breath away.  I have spent the last 48 hours sitting in the sun, swimming, eating amazing food, playing with my boyfriends daughter (a gift in and of itself), driving gorgeous roads and playing with my boyfriend too.  The sound track was also just as spectacular: birds, frogs, roosters, frogs jumping in the pool, woodpeckers, birds flying by to take a dip in the pool, bumble-bees and dragon flies.  Did I mention frogs? All of this was a visual feast as well… I have 2 words for you: Humming birds!

All this said it comes down to that I’m so thankful for such an absolutely amazing couple of days that were shared with me.”

 

My summer was spectacular so I’m looking forward to what life will bring in the coming months!

 

Energetically,

~Sarah

 

 

What a move can do… August 17, 2012

I moved out of NYC a few weeks ago and now everything is either unpacked or put into storage… My move was quiet smooth as far as moves go… Now it’s nose to the proverbial grind stone.  That said I’ve had so many mixed emotions since I have left.  On one hand I have definitely doubted my choice which for me is very rare.  Once I make a decision I have made it. No doubts.  On the other bigger hand I have Loved my new world.  This move involved the biggest heart expanding of all (moving closer to the man who I Love)… I’ve been a little scared.  In the past all my choices and decisions have all been for and about me.  No one else was involved. I know that sounds selfish but being single has allowed me that luxury.  But not this time… Someone else is very much involved.  So I’ve been more aware of ways of keeping peace and simply allowing as my center goal.  I walk a lot and meditate a lot and ride my bike a lot, which I did today saying “Good Morning” joyfully to all my neighbors and running errands!! This is a reminder that though we have absolute choice over everything we think and feel not everything is about us :-).  Allowing for love and communication between two people who love each other is one of the largest growing experiences for a person to have.  I knew that I had done a Lot of work to get to where I was and that I wanted to grow more by being involved with another who had done the same because the growth opportunity would be endless.  I chose Love not fear…

As I say to my clients,”How does taffy become yummy?…. All the pulling and yanking”.  Hence we are like that taffy. The choices we make about our feelings and situations make us into what we are.  And we know that it isn’t always that comfortable. So I know I want to be as yummy as possible…

So bring on the taffy pull!

 

Energetically!

~Sarah

 

Playing Full Out! May 15, 2012

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I’ve been talking to my clients recently about playing full-out.  Imagine you are playing a game of kick ball…. The sun is shinning.  You have all your friends around you on your team and the away team are people you don;t know.  Are you the one standing up and cheering for each team mater as they go to kick?  Do you even cheer for the apposing team?  Are you giving %110 when it’s your time to play?  Whether you win or lose do you respond exactly the same way… With absolute Joy and passion?  Do you find a take away every time you play so that you learn something?

Or do you…..

Sit on the bench and just watch?  Do you only cheer if someone kicks a home run? Do you cheer if you win and sulk when you lose? And when it’s your time to kick you give it just what it needs to get you to first base? And at the end of it all you walk away only to repeat the same actions as before the next time you play?

These are just a few thoughts about playing full-out… They’re all applicable to life. Giving your all to everything you do with passion and joy is exciting not only for you but for those around you who witness your experience and actions.  Learning from each experience so that you can be greater in the next it such a wonderful way of living life.  I’m all for playing full-out.  And every now and then I have to ask myself, “Are you playing small?” so then I can shift to the next level of Joy.

 

So for the week I highly invite you to look at how you’re playing in your life and then Play Full-Out!

 

Kick that Ball!

~Sarah

 

 

 
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