Pre-Lenten Challenge: day 29

Change of heart

Extra change in my pocket: Image credit: Sandi Martinez

The division of wealthy and the poor has never been more obvious. Stats and things like that, are null and void in this entry.

I’m rewinding a bit here. To my day running errands in Espanola, NM. As all the things I needed to do made cartwheels in my head, I saw some people on the streets with signs asking for help. Money. I wondered what brought them there – to standing out in cold weather, with cardboard writing that might bring them some change. Any change.

I thought back to my own demise not so long ago. The things I don’t talk about. The things that feel shameful and confusing. Did this young person do this to himself? Did he bring on demise and suffering to his state of being in his life? His mind? His heart? I’ll say my demise was never intentional.

I made my way to the places to do the things that needed doing. Still, the young man stayed in my mind. He was at the corner of a streetlight when I first drove into town. My brain went over item by item, the errand list that needed attending. When I was done with all errands, I made my way back home, only to find the same young man on the opposite side of the streetlights. My heart didn’t think twice. My mind asked, ‘don’t you need some change?’

I said yes, but so does this guy. No, I don’t know if he’s swindling. Lying. Inspiring doubt and sympathy from all the townsfolk. As if the universe, a.k.a, God, was conspiring for this guy, the lights turned red. I had a few moments to decide if I would give him the change I would need at some point, or, if he could use it more at that moment. My heart won out. I gave him one dollar. One dollar, really? Some of you are saying, why bother? You use that dollar. This guy’s a beggar, a no-good piece of shite. Did he go to the liquor store? The drug lord wherever? As if I don’t have my own stuff to worry about, much less a young- black hooded person who needed some money – anything.

My change of heart to give this person money – had everything to do with my ability, my heart, divine guidance, and empathy. After all, it’s just change.

Wishing you many blessings’ folks. And… will you help out a fellow human in need? Change, a few bucks, or a smile and a prayer? What does it really cost to help others? Sandi.

Messy or organized chaos?

The making of God’s spritz

Alright y’all… God’s Spritz? I mean really?

As hard as it is to believe, every bottle is lovingly, and carefully measured with all natural ingredients: Holy Water from the River Jordan, sea salt, purified water, and lavender essential oil. Sometimes, the measurements vary slightly. I don’t think or worry about it. Each bottle is made for that special someone.

I am divinely guided to make and share this unique blend: equivalent to lighting up sage sticks, or the like, these 2.7oz bottles serve the same purpose: to cleanse, purify, protect, and add an amazing scent to go along with it!

As I set to work to make these, I felt an immediate sense of calm and peace. Made to fit easily in any space, this is convenient, instant refreshing calm, and well, however it’s meant to assist you.

Is it egotistical to say it’s ‘God’s spray’?

🤔

Many blessings, Sandi

Freedom

A new day, in a new life. Breaking free of self-imposed chains; external forces that cuffed me somewhere along the way; seeing a new way forward inspired by seemingly impossible obstacles to overcome; Easter. The day we observe The resurrection of Jesus Christ.

This isn’t a post about religion. It’s an acknowledgement that we experience many endings in our lifetimes. And through those endings, emerge new beginnings.

Today, I celebrate my own release. Release from negative live-feed internal nonsense, and build healthy boundaries around those who seek to tear down my efforts.

🥂, may you all find beauty, courage, and strength around your soul. 💞

Many blessings 🙏🏼, Sandi

Faithful Forty: Day 40

Faithful Forty: Day 40 (Azra)

Ok folks, my mom nearly twisted my arm to write this thing called, blog post.

She said people might listen to reason coming from me, because I’m adorable. So, here goes:

I understand Jesus Christ fasted, I guess, didn’t eat much – which I find hard to imagine, for 40 days and forty nights . The way Jesus talks about it to me, is, sometimes, you need to empty in order to fill up again with better things. Like, when my food bowl is empty. I’m flying by the seat of my pants here…

I guess, you can also hear better with all the silence… Heaven to my sensitive ears. I imagine walking alongside with Jesus keeping Him company… I would have scared that awful snake that tried to tempt Him. I look small, but my bark is big.

When I observe humans around me, I think it’s possible to mentally, spiritually, and emotionally fast. But humans don’t understand this simple concept: listen more, talk less; love unconditionally because this is true love; help others, because trust me, you’d want them to help you; listen to silence, it’s your best council. Simple.

I think I like writing blog posts… I’m asking my mom to let me write another post soon. So humans, are you listening?

Many blessings 🙏🏼, Azra

Faithful Forty: Day 30

Ana, Azra, (brown spot) and Benji

As I reach my 40th post into celebrating and observing lent 2021, I’m reminded of how often I need to express gratitude. My sister and her family are visiting, and I don’t see them often. Benji is high-fiving Ana my niece, and his actions say it all!

I have 10 more posts to go. Already more than knee-deep in my spiritual observance, I don’t know what future posts will look like. I do know that I’m more aware than normal, of the sun as it gently brushes across my face; soon will turn to a bit of burning.

I’m aware of the kindness I see from strangers to other strangers. Of the support, sympathy, empathy, and caring through these difficult, stressful times.

I express great gratitude to my higher power, for all I receive and am able to give.

Many blessings folks! – Sandi 🙏🏼

Faithful Forty: Day 20

I’ve made a lot of assumptions about people and situations. I’ve done so because people can be predictable.

However, I find I am wrong today. I don’t know that I can advise anyone on how to not make assumptions, but I can say, what if the opposite of what you think is true?

I’m making this short and sweet. And leaving you with that question.

Many blessings, Sandi

faithful forty: day 12

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay 

The kindness of humanity never ceases to amaze me. And today Sunday, the last day of February, 2021, we head into another month. I’m reminded by the generosity of people in the unlikeliest of places. About a month ago, I found myself in a store in northern New Mexico called Bode’s. Bode’s is located just across the street, next to the heart of Abiquiu. Some folks call Abiquiu, Georgia O’Keeffe country. Namely, because the renowned artist is an icon around these parts. Abiquiu Inn just city blocks away, (country style) has a nice restaurant, and gift shop and next to that, is the Georgia O’Keeffe Welcome Center.

Bode’s is located approximately, one hour, or 53 miles north of Santa Fe. It’s a mere ten miles from where I live. Picture this: you forget that your bank is mailing you a new debit card, because yours has been compromised by thieves. So, you walk into the store, and when you go to pay, your card is declined. The nearest town is about 35 minutes away. You remember that your new card is on the way.

That’s when the cashier understood my plight; my new card was on the way, but I forgot, and their ATM is not in working order. She kindly put in the few dollars I needed to complete my order. Her kindness reminds me of how I offered a little extra help when someone in front of me at a store was missing a few coins or dollars they are shy of. Some people accept this kindness, but others, fish for the remaining coins in their pockets, purses, or run back to their cars for the change (which I’ve done on a few occasions).

I love living in the country. I am a native New Mexican, and though I have lived in different cities, in other states, I always come back home. This is why: the sand of New Mexico runs through my veins – small towns, huge hearts. But more importantly, the kindness we show each other regardless of where we live is a great way to pay it forward 100 times over.

Happy Sunday, many blessings, and BTW, I’ve included links to Bode’s, Santa Fe, Georgia O’Keeffe Center, (currently closed to the public) and Abiquiu Inn. Enjoy! -Sandi