tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135582632024-03-07T01:00:27.709-05:00Follow the SignsYou've found me. That means we were meant to connect. I believe that everything that happens to you and to me is part of our karma and part of our destiny. This blog is my attempt to keep a record of all the weird coincidences and meaningful synchronicities that happen in my life. Sometimes I will go for weeks and not notice anything and other times there will be several in a day. If you have a story to tell about a coincidence or synchronicity that's happened to you, I'd love to hear it.A New Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251298258733015984noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-65965308566001432992020-10-08T18:14:00.004-04:002020-10-08T18:14:41.374-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Fly on the Wall<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you didn't watch the vice-presidential debates last night, you may have heard about the fly. Apparently a fly landed on Mike Pence's head and was there for a couple of minutes. He did not swat it away or react. Perhaps because this has been a tense time for everyone, people are quick to find humor where they can. Apparently, the fly was so funny, it started trending on Twitter. It even made the <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2020/10/07/us/politics/the-fly-pence-head.html">New York Times.</a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I go to see what all the fuss is about and when I go to play the debate, this comes on...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50eqis5LV1aZta7x0G_VQgvHzNerDQdu2kEN7aHXbUk5a8ip01NsSzHhP7ceuhrQyJvZrcPS0zTOPCN5WOG7AD1yTBFHGETe3EHQSnUu2uyus2zyUyPl9x2OKoNnfLvA9x0QN/s4032/IMG_20201008_171038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50eqis5LV1aZta7x0G_VQgvHzNerDQdu2kEN7aHXbUk5a8ip01NsSzHhP7ceuhrQyJvZrcPS0zTOPCN5WOG7AD1yTBFHGETe3EHQSnUu2uyus2zyUyPl9x2OKoNnfLvA9x0QN/s320/IMG_20201008_171038.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-17773695908793487542019-04-17T07:22:00.000-04:002019-04-17T07:22:43.744-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Elvis lives on<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday when I was getting a blood draw, the technician told me her mom went to high school with Elvis. He was a senior when her mom was a freshman.<br />
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Then I went to my first visit to a hospice patient with dementia and we started talking about music. I asked her who she would like to hear and she said Elvis.<br />
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Later in the day, I was talking to a friend who went to the ADEC conference in Atlanta this year. The friend brought up a really interesting presentation that she had seen about celebrities who live on in lore...and of course, my friend mentioned Elvis as an example. I screamed in her ear.<br />
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Elvis lives on. Two synchros in one day and I wouldn't have bothered, but after I heard the third, I had to post.Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-33567807447862432622019-04-11T20:53:00.005-04:002019-04-11T20:54:17.680-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Damn RaccoonsThis week we noticed that every morning when we were leaving for work, our cat Kizzy was staring outside. There were raccoons climbing up to our 2nd floor deck.<br />
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We thought it was a one-off but then when it happened several days in a row, I started looking online to see what I could find about repelling raccoons. I'm cheap so I wanted to use something <a href="https://survivallife.com/natural-raccoon-deterrents/">natural</a>. I sprinkled a bunch of cayenne pepper around the deck and started collecting cat hair.<br />
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When my friend Kristi asked me to go to lunch, I sent her a text asking her to collect some dog hair and bring it with her. She asked why and I sent her the above picture. Her response was, "Sure, but I'm not sure it will work because it hasn't stopped them from tearing a hole in our soffit..." She sent me this picture:<br />
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At lunch we talked about the expenses to repair all of the damage caused so far by these rascals. I was horrified and nervous about my homemade method of deterrent. When I got home, I went out on the deck and found the raccoon toilet. I have a picture, but I will spare you the visual of seven piles of crap. I started reaching my phone through the deck railings to try to take pictures of where the deck meets the house and discovered WE HAVE A HOLE TOO.<br />
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I might have never thought to look for the hole had Kristi not asked me to lunch & I thought to ask for dog hair. This mirror synchronicity might have saved us from more damage. I hope.Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-9914894289986011102018-07-31T22:35:00.000-04:002018-07-31T22:35:53.623-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Ninjas on the mindFor the past two months, I have been working on an article connecting ninjutsu to hospice. I read multiple books and wrote my article. I sent it to our editor and then she had several changes which I found discouraging. I let the article sit for another two weeks and then finally resolved to finish it. You can read it <a href="http://www.pallimed.org/2018/07/ninjutsu-for-hospice-patient.html">here</a> if you're interested...<br />
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Immediately after I finished it, I texted my one of the other editors to let him know that it was finally done. Then I looked at the mail stack that my husband had left for me, and I had a Postcrossing postcard from Japan with tiny ninja stickers on it.<br />
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I think I'm turning Japanese. I think I'm turning Japanese.,. I really think so. Honestly though, I love Japan. My family was stationed in Okinawa when I was an infant and I was told at one time my first words were Japanese... </div>
Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-56498740660857929332016-06-14T16:45:00.003-04:002016-06-14T16:45:51.216-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: The Other MeLately my name has been coming up a lot in reference to other people with the same name. The first incident was on Jeopardy. My husband was laughing when they introduced the contestants and one was "Liz Miles." He wanted to know if I wanted a picture. I did not. Especially not after she talked about the sex life of Japanese men during her story. What?! <br />
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Here's an <a href="http://mashable.com/2016/06/02/jeopardy-sex-chat/#a75arqObTsqf">article</a> written about her unexpected story.<br />
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But then a week later, I saw a CEU at work offered by Liz Miles, a pharmacist. I have not met another Liz Miles in person, so I might go to the class even though it is over my head. Kind of cool that these two are smart people. I'm in good company.<br />
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The icing on the cake though was a very long email I just got, thanking me for my involvement in some camp in Colorado.<br />
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<i>I want to say a great big <b><span style="color: red;">THANK YOU</span></b><span style="color: red;"> </span>to each of you for the part you played in making our first day of Expedition Norway go so well! We had 125 kids come today and every one of them had a huge smile on their face! I loved seeing you all interacting with the children and loving on them. My heart is overflowing with gratefulness for all of you and for what God is </i></div>
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I don't know this for sure, but I wonder if it's the same Lizzy Miles in Colorado who bought Cutco knives, which is (I believe) the sister of "Bruce" who invited her to a wedding. Both the knives and the wedding invitation were connected to a Lizzy Miles in Colorado. The knives purchase scared me because I knew I didn't buy any knives and I worried about identity theft. I researched the situation and confirmed that is was a typo on the email. whew!
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Bruce was apologetic that he sent me a wedding invitation intended for his sister. He said since it was his sister he should have known better. I don't have any brothers... maybe Bruce will be my honorary brother.
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There is also a Lizzy Miles in England for whom I get email. One was bad for me to receive. Though I have never met her, I feel it's not my place to share her medical information that was sent to me by mistake. Certainly, I emailed the senders and they were quite embarrassed. Strangely, they wouldn't give me Lizzy's true email address. I wanted it in case I got other emails that were intended for her (which has happened.)
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So what does all this mean? It is a big reminder to me how connected the world is. I think we always were connected, but now with the internet, it's almost supernatural (in a good way.) I would like to meet some of the other Liz Miles/Lizzy Miles people out there. Maybe if they google themselves, they'll find this article...
Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-72540992545872769172016-05-11T08:20:00.000-04:002016-05-11T08:20:28.015-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: No Fate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2p4dobelGftzUh9qv8EU3_cn_ZbEbbDAV0qO0HT7bP8atfmY3aT2K5TfWHRcehcZAKX6BJuXe8WMnR2DY64U0aZnGJTptAmtFYzeVkz7f_o1G4h5m0dnSOMMBmOo_o81LwduX/s1600/fortune.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2p4dobelGftzUh9qv8EU3_cn_ZbEbbDAV0qO0HT7bP8atfmY3aT2K5TfWHRcehcZAKX6BJuXe8WMnR2DY64U0aZnGJTptAmtFYzeVkz7f_o1G4h5m0dnSOMMBmOo_o81LwduX/s200/fortune.png" width="200" /></a>The last time I was in Las Vegas we ate at <a href="https://www.newyorknewyork.com/en/restaurants/chin-chin-cafe-and-sushi-bar.html">Chin Chin</a> Chinese restaurant at New York New York Casino. The meal was excellent. After the meal, the waiter brought the check and fortune cookies. As you can imagine, I LOVE fortunes and all that stuff. I was disappointed to find that my fortune cookie was empty of a fortune. When the waiter came back with the credit card, I mentioned the empty cookie (with hopes I would get another cookie, I think.) Without missing a beat, the waiter said,<br />
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Today as I was driving through a school zone with my husband, he mentioned that sometimes he forgets to slow down. He described how some lady yelled at him.<br />
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I said I used to forget, until I got pulled over once. He didn't remember that I had.<br />
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I told him that I just got a warning, which he couldn't believe. "I thought school zone tickets were automatic," he said.<br />
We ended up talking about school zones for several minutes.<br />
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This evening, when I logged on my computer, I got a Facebook prompt to see my "memories" from today.<br />
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Imagine my surprise to see this from seven years ago today:<br />
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<br />Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-51716911904759910352016-03-21T14:17:00.001-04:002016-03-21T14:24:30.988-04:00Directional Synchronicity: Is "Badass" the New "Rock Star"?The Badasses seem to have kicked the Rock Stars butts.<br />
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The word is not new, but seems to me to be quite trendy now and the usage has not been standardized. You might see Bad Ass, Badass or BADASS. Reminds me of the time when some of us wrote e-mail, which turned out to be a pain, so it evolved to email. I think badass as one word will win. The way it's used varies too.<br />
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<b>It is mostly used as an adjective</b><br />
<a href="http://justinemusk.com/25-badass-ways-to-say-no/">25 BADASS ways to say no</a><br />
<a href="http://taskandpurpose.com/8-badass-women-warriors-military-history/">8 Badass women warriors</a><br />
<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/10-badass-latinas-every-american-should-thank_us_56e2acb8e4b065e2e3d58c2d">10 badass Latinas Every American Should Thank</a><br />
<a href="http://www.maxim.com/maxim-man/chuck-norris-birthday-memes-2016-3">Celebrate Chuck Norris on His Birthday with 10 Badass Memes</a><br />
and my favorite - <a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_16354_the-11-most-badass-last-words-ever-uttered.html">11 Most Badass Last Words Ever Uttered</a><br />
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<b>but sometimes used as a noun</b><br />
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There is even a website store named <a href="http://www.badassjewelry.com/">BadAss Jewelry</a>. (note the capital A).<br />
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Now maybe it's just me, but I don't think this word has been mainstream very long. A couple of years ago, the aspirational adjective was to be a rock star, or to be around rock stars. The <i>New York Times</i> noted the popularity of the Rock Star buzz word in the Fall of 2015<br />
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/magazine/how-rock-star-became-a-business-buzzword.html">How Rock Star Became a Business Buzzword</a><br />
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And sure enough there were a lot of articles about business people being rock stars<br />
<a href="http://www.forbes.com/2009/11/24/become-rock-star-business-itunes-twitter-myspace.html">Business Plan: Become a Rock Star</a>, <a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/5-characteristics-of-a-rock-star-startup-ceo-2010-8">5 Characteristics of a Rockstar Startup CEO</a> and <a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/3032500/hit-the-ground-running/5-ways-to-keep-your-rock-star-employees-from-quitting">5 Ways to Keep your Rock Star Employees from Quitting</a><br />
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So why the transition? It's the second dictionary definition <a href="http://www.macmillandictionary.com/us/dictionary/british/badass">in the McMillan dictionary</a> that intrigues me: <i>"ready to behave in an unpleasant way when necessary"</i>.<br />
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Google gives a similar definition: <i>"a tough, uncompromising, or intimidating person"</i>.<br />
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A journalist for Atlantic Monthly claims that badass has been appropriated as a <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/11/how-badass-became-feminist/417096/">feminist word</a>.<br />
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This blog is a record of my synchronistic experiences, so with me noticing the word badass everywhere, does that mean the universe is telling me to be one? That's not my assertion. I I don't really identify with either word. I like cat videos and muppets and rainbow colored candy. What do people like me aspire to?<br />
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I'm still trying to figure this all out.<br />
<br />Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-25834187999483650902016-02-01T11:33:00.000-05:002016-02-01T11:35:52.893-05:00Synchronicity on TV: Angel from Hell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you like synchronicities, this new CBS comedy show with Jane Lynch <b>Angel from Hell </b>is a must-see. This trailer should give you an idea of the humor. Warning: the trailer has spoilers of the first episode. If you trust me, I would just say find the first episode and watch that.</div>
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<br />Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-56167099709928856022015-07-13T22:39:00.001-04:002015-07-13T22:47:00.019-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: The origin of the Vulcan symbol<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3ARsfZ_sp5H4V5XstmG5O110aEeh0iqwRPKxEdJZgSogB64zDhIpSiDGoNEoXnoEayKmkpuuD5x615iiqVigQv4Q3bppNuXqKo7dcjrQBxyenfMdB8jknCUAaD1NuRNsB8X-/s1600/vulcan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3ARsfZ_sp5H4V5XstmG5O110aEeh0iqwRPKxEdJZgSogB64zDhIpSiDGoNEoXnoEayKmkpuuD5x615iiqVigQv4Q3bppNuXqKo7dcjrQBxyenfMdB8jknCUAaD1NuRNsB8X-/s200/vulcan.jpg" width="200" /></a>When I first started this blog, I said I would only blog when I had synchronicities. I was very good for the first few years and then it fell off. Well, I have had several synchros in a row that were quite odd. I felt that I needed to come back to posting to here when things happen. This is a record for me to remind me of the nature of the universe.
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A couple of days ago, I was in a Half Price Books store when an older woman came up to me and told me that she liked my t-shirt. It said, "Happiness is an inside job." (Nothing to do with Star Trek.) She asked me where I got it, which I thought was an odd question. I was slightly embarrassed to say that I still shop at Forever 21. Sidebar. Anyways. She randomly started talking about the Vulcan symbol and how she could never do it until the day "he" died. I asked if she was talking about Leonard Nimoy and she said yes. She mentioned that he borrowed the symbol from a Jewish gesture. The conversation was a long and strange encounter, and odd enough for me to tell my husband about it later that evening.
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Tonight we were catching up on last night's Jeopardy. Leonard Nimoy was a category, and there was a question about the greeting that originated from a Jewish gesture. I didn't capture a picture, but the question was, you guessed it, "What is the Vulcan Salute?"<br />
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You can learn more about the Jewish origin of the Vulcan Salute <a href="http://www.patheos.com/Resources/Additional-Resources/The-Jewish-Origin-of-the-Vulcan-Salute">here</a>.Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-52091000494592426292014-07-03T18:56:00.001-04:002014-07-03T18:57:58.023-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Jesus is calling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-12452802528166124722014-06-25T20:44:00.000-04:002014-06-25T20:44:18.104-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Hong Kong Death Cafe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You may or may not have made the connection between this blogger and the <a href="http://deathcafe.com/">Death Cafe</a> movement. Yes, I'm the same <a href="http://lareviewofbooks.org/interview/living-it-up-at-the-death-cafe-an-interview-with-lizzy-miles">Lizzy Miles</a>. I was planning my <a href="http://deathcafe.com/theme/hongkong/">trip to Hong Kong</a> in June to present the Death Cafe concept at The <a href="http://www.socsc.hku.hk/icgb2014/">International Conference on Grief and Bereavement</a>. Since a fellow Death Cafe host was going with me to present, I thought we could possibly host or co-host a Death Cafe in Hong Kong. I was at the Association for Death Education and Counseling <a href="http://www.adec.org//AM/Template.cfm?Section=Annual_Conference_Home1">conference</a> in late April and I met <a href="http://hub.hku.hk/cris/rp/rp00650/publications.html?open=journal">Professor Andy Ho</a> from Hong Kong University. I spoke with him briefly at the conference and mentioned that I thought it would be cool to have a Death Cafe in Hong Kong. After the conference I sent an email asking for help in finding a co-host. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Extract from email I sent on May 4 to Professor Andy Ho: </span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What would be needed from our local hosts: </span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. Finding a location (detailed specs below) </span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2. Help to spread the word locally (co-design a flyer/send emails/ post on social media/ talk to media) </span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. Help with co-hosting event (3-6:30pm on 6/14) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On May 8th, completely unrelated to the email I sent, I received an email through the Deathcafe.com website: </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dear Lizzy,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A friend and I are planning to set up a death cafe in Hong Kong. I read the International Conference on Grief & Bereavement website and wish to know which date and time your sharing will be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wrote Carmen back and did not mention dates but said that I was already in discussion with Hong Kong University folks regarding hosting an event. Again, I did not mention any dates. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Carmen wrote back on May 9th and said: </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the hosting of Death Cafe, I am planning to be at 3pm-5pm on 14th /15th June. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Carmen picked the EXACT DATE and TIME I had suggested to Professor Ho. I got chills. I knew then that this would be a momentous occasion. From that point forward the coordination and organization by the Hong Kong hosts was incredible. As it ended up, I had the opportunity to attend the event as a guest and I was not even needed as a host. During the event, I was so moved by the experience and the magnitude of it all. Attendees expressed deep gratitude for the creation of a safe place to have conversations about the taboo topic of death and dying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The event was covered by the media that evening on <a href="http://www.hkatv.com/zh-hk/atvnews/27041/2014-06-15/%E6%B8%AF%E5%A4%A7%E8%BE%A6%E5%85%A8%E6%B8%AF%E9%A6%96%E5%80%8B%E3%80%8C%E7%94%9F%E6%AD%BB%E3%80%8D%E7%82%BA%E9%A1%8C%E8%8C%B6%E5%BA%A7%E6%B4%BB%E5%8B%95">television</a> and the following day in the <a href="http://www.scmp.com/news/hong-kong/article/1532994/hong-kongs-death-cafe-it-love-and-life-menu">South China Morning Post</a>.</span>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-17889385381932846202014-06-25T19:42:00.001-04:002014-06-25T19:42:48.870-04:00Directional Synchronicity: DisconnectedI was talking on the phone with my boss when we got disconnected for no reason (she was on a land line and I normally have excellent cell reception.) I called her back and we talked for just a minute or two and got disconnected again. I called her a third time just to say goodbye and end the conversation. She said she thought her phone was broken. I told her the disconnected phone calls were the universe's way of telling us we need to focus our attention elsewhere. Sure enough, within 2 minutes I received a customer service phone call that I had been anticipating for days. Because I answered the call, I was directly able to talk to the company representative and plead my case. Had I stayed on the phone with my boss, I would have stayed outside and missed the call on my home phone. Pay attention to your disconnects!Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-42868736419737825352013-02-03T21:09:00.002-05:002013-02-03T21:09:33.243-05:00Mirror Synchronicity: Superbowl Screwed?I was sitting with my husband while he was watching the Superbowl. He started out rooting for Baltimore but began to root for San Francisco when the game became unbalanced. I was half watching and half reading on the IPad. I came across this <a href="http://mentalfloss.com/article/48718/easy-inter-burial-container-screw-coffin">article</a> in Mental Floss about a new type of coffin that screws into the ground vertically.<br />
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Right as I was reading the article,the Ravens scored again right after halftime and my husband said,<br />
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That was synchronicity number one.<br />
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It continues. I turn the page on my Flipboard over to Fast Company and the first <a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/3005272/screwing-could-be-your-best-career-move-if-you-do-it-right">article</a> I see is:<br />
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Wait, it gets better. Just a couple of minutes later I was reading <i>this</i> <a href="http://www.fastcoexist.com/1681308/the-super-bowl-saves-the-country-a-whole-lot-of-energy">article</a><br />
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For those of you who aren't watching the Superbowl, "they" meant the Superdome itself. They lost half of its power for several minutes (could be longer, I felt compelled to come blog!)A New Soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16251298258733015984noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-39335030445681495462013-02-03T13:41:00.003-05:002013-02-03T13:42:18.447-05:00Directional Synchronicity: A Moldy MomentRecently my husband and I were talking about the music genre of "funk." We tried to find a station on Sirius, but the only station we found was a blend that ended up playing Whitney Houston. I told him I had some <i>real </i>funk music and went looking in the basement for my CDs.<br />
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While I was rooting around in my basement, I found a number of CDs that I had not yet opened. I had purchased them over two years ago. One of them I was very excited to see, a collection of Buddhist meditations by Pema Chödrön. The main reason the CDs were left unopened is that about a year ago, we had a sump pump malfunction and a subsequent flood in our basement about six months after we had moved in. I had not unpacked boxes and the cardboard soaked up a lot of the water. Sorting through ruined letters, photographs, postcards and books was very emotional for me. It is a year later and I have not finished the job.<br />
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When I brought the CDs upstairs, I noticed some of the cases were ruined by the water but the CDs were still intact. The meditation CD, however, was ruined. I tried as hard as I could to pry open the case and I could not. It wasn't cheap ($29), and I had never even listened to it! I began to cry. Then I noticed the title and that's when I couldn't help but laugh.<br />
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As I stood there and looked at my moldy CD that was over two years old and never opened, the lesson sunk in. The title of the CD was, "This Moment Is the Perfect Teacher."<i> </i>It almost became a Mantra.<br />
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My basement is full of memories from the past that I could not let go of. The flood, I've always felt, was a nudge from the universe to help me to start to let go. Seeing the mold was a shove. This could get really ugly if I don't do something soon.<br />
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It's time to clear it all out and stop living in the past. LET GO.<br />
<br />Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-19124673575548373952013-02-01T21:08:00.002-05:002013-02-01T21:08:53.312-05:00Mirror Synchronicity: Snowflakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Snowflakes actually start as tiny ice crystals that form from water vapor that freezes in the atmosphere. The size of a snowflake depends on how many ice crystals connect together. Like snowflakes, this synchronicity kept growing.
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Part of my job as a hospice social worker is to lead groups. I was on the hook for leading a "Making Memories" craft/discussion group at a local nursing home. Nearly two months ago I had talked with the activities coordinator about the craft and I suggested we make snowflakes. It is a craft that most people remember from their childhood years. She thought that was a great idea.<br />
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Now first of all, I need to tell you that I am not a "crafty" person and I did not remember how to create them. I knew I needed paper and scissors, which seemed easy enough. I got online a few times and tried to follow <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/276331/how-to-make-paper-snowflakes/@center/307034/christmas-workshop">instructions on Pinterest</a>, but my efforts never looked like the ones on the blogs.<br />
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This was also going to be my first time leading this craft group, so I wanted everything to go well. Snowflakes were on my mind. The first synchronicity happened when I was at my <a href="http://www.meetup.com/paranormal-613/">metaphysical party</a> and a man who sells minerals and stones by the name of "TomStones" walked up and handed me a Snowflake Obsidian stone as a gift and said it was calling out to me.<br />
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On Tuesday the week of the event, a colleague called to confirm the event was on Thursday. I had Wednesday on my calendar. I called the activities coordinator and she said they had changed it Thursday but she must have forgotten to tell me. I was secretly relieved that I would have another day to figure out how to cut out the snowflakes so that I could teach the group.</div>
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On the day of the event I forgot my badge. I had an extra badge in my purse with the wrong name (Liz instead of Lizzy), but I figured that it would be better than not having a badge. I did not have a lanyard though. At the nursing home I was visiting in the morning, I walked in a different entrance than where my meeting was in order to go buy a lanyard from the store in the facility. Unfortunately it was closed. </div>
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I walked through the long hallways to get from where the store was to where I needed to be. On the route there were beautiful quilts hanging up on the wall, which I admired greatly. When I made it over to the right part of the building I had some extra time so I inquired with the receptionist about a particular quilt that had caught my eye. She told me about the quilting group that exhibits. I said that I really wished I could quilt like they did but it seemed hard.</div>
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She then said, "Do you remember how to do the snowflake craft from when we were kids?" I started laughing and she looked at me a bit strangely. I explained the situation that I was hours away from leading group and I had not yet figured it out.</div>
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Oh and one other synchronicity - <a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/weather/usa/columbus/historic">the weather.</a> On the day the event was originally scheduled (January 30), it was 65 degrees outside. The day we actually held the crafting event (January 31)? SNOWY and 25.</div>
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<br />Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-7114635339351787742013-01-27T13:25:00.001-05:002013-01-27T13:25:07.432-05:00Mirror Synchronicity: Willing Hands Make Happy Hearts<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was Friday night an I was getting ready to sit down and watch television with my husband. While I was waiting for him, I found <i>Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory</i> (the original 1971 version) on cable. Here is a clip from my favorite movie:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When my husband joined me in the living room, he did not want to watch Willy Wonka, so we decided to watch <b>30 Rock</b> on DVR. The title of the episode was <i>A Goon's Deed in a Weary World</i>. The description of the episode is pretty basic:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So imagine my surprise when, during the episode there were multiple references to Willy Wonka! At first I thought it would be just the one reference or similarity, but they weaved the Willy Wonka theme throughout the show.</span><br />
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During 30 Rock there was a promo for the television show <a href="http://www.syfy.com/faceoff">Faceoff</a> advertising a Willy-Wonka special effects contest. I was nearly delirious about the triple synchronicity. Then, as I was writing this, I discovered that the SciFy channel is owned by NBC and that the tie-in was probably quite deliberate. Oh well.<br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-54826762178547988642013-01-25T18:10:00.001-05:002013-01-25T18:10:50.584-05:00Mirror Synchronicity: Time Travel<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last weekend I watched two time travel movies. The concept of time travel fascinates me. The first movie I saw was <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/looper/"><i>Looper</i></a>, which I had been looking forward to. Unfortunately, I found it to have too much gunfire to hold my interest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now here is where the synchronicity comes in. I've been thinking about this time travel movie all week and randomly someone leaves a comment on a <a href="http://followthesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/mirror-synchronicity-time-travel.html">time travel post</a> that I wrote three years ago. </span>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-5192205966130497612013-01-20T19:53:00.003-05:002013-01-20T19:53:37.361-05:00Mirror Synchronicity: The Nose Knows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Note: there are actually two synchronicities in this post. The first part is actually a directional synchronicity, but I was rather attached to the title for the second synchronicity, so I kept it.<br />
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This past weekend my in-laws were visiting from out of town. Every time my husband and I have out-of-town guests, we always deliberate on where to take them. We don't have a set place that we like for guests yet.<br />
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There is a new wine bar in town that I suggested. My husband was reluctant because he had never been there but after I raved about it, he agreed to check it out. I had called ahead and found out that their busiest time was 7:00 p.m. so we arrived promptly at 6:00 to beat the rush. Well, apparently we weren't the only ones who had the idea of visiting the new wine bar/restaurant on a Saturday night because even at 6:00 there was 1 1/2 hour wait.<br />
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Since we had the buzzer anyway, we decided to walk a little bit down the street of the outdoor mall to see if there was an opening at Turkish restaurant that we like, <a href="http://cafeistanbul.com/index.php">Cafe Istanbul</a>. We didn't recommend that restaurant immediately because we weren't sure whether our guests would like it, but they assured us they eat Mediterranean food. Best of all, there was no wait. We were seated with the buzzer in hand and after we ordered our food, I ran back and returned the buzzer to the other restaurant.<br />
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When I came back, my father in-law was making small talk with the man at the table next to us because he was wearing a Hilton Head sweatshirt. I was sitting parallel to him with my husband in between us. I leaned forward and glanced at the man. Something about him looked familiar. I glanced again. He looked back at me and I sensed he did not recognize me.<br />
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I thought maybe I was identifying the similarity between him and the actor John C. Reilly. (Note, I did not think he WAS the actor, but in the moment I thought that was maybe that was why he looked familiar.)<br />
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I looked at him again and he caught me looking at him. It was akward so I said, "I'm sorry, you just look really familiar to me."</div>
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<b>He said, "Let me see your nose." </b>That certainly was unexpected.<br />
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I faced him straight on and he said, "I'm an ENT. I am Dr. ______," [That's ear, nose and throat for anyone who has never needed to see an ENT].</div>
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As it turned out, he was MY ENT. I had sudden hearing loss over ten years ago, and he was the doctor that I saw a decade ago. This year, I saw him again when I had to have my ear tubes re-inserted. The reason I had trouble recognizing him was because when I see him before surgery he's usually wearing his surgical mask which covers up a big part of his face!</div>
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Once we figured out how we knew each other we had a good laugh and sadly he told me he moved his practice out of town. If I have any more ENT issues, I have to go see his partner. I was glad to find that out because he told me who I should see.</div>
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** Now here is the 2nd synchronicity (mirror synchronicity). Just a few days ago my husband and I were flipping through the television and a cheesy 1980s movie came on. He recognized one of the actresses and paused the television and kept quizzing me to see if I could guess who it was. He said he could tell who it was because he recognizes people <i>by their noses. </i>[It was Melora Hardin, who plays Jan from The Office, but I cannot remember the 80s movie it was].</div>
Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-49126856969887068642013-01-13T20:06:00.000-05:002013-01-13T20:06:54.120-05:00Columbus, OH Death Café #6: The Power of Ritual<br />
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The Death Café events never cease to
amaze me in the variety of attendees, which leads to unique conversations each
time. This Death Café had some repeat
attendees and some new ones. Mix in an
attendee with a Master’s in Transpersonal Psychology and an attendee who is a
funeral home director and you’re going to have an interesting dialogue.</div>
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Words that were used to describe
this event include: <i>open, participating,
enlightening, refreshing and therapeutic</i>.</div>
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Just recently, TLC aired the first
episode of the <a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/other-shows/videos/best-funeral-ever-sneak-peek.htm">Best
Funeral Ever</a>. This show has caused
quite a stir in the media where journalists have used the phrases, “that’s
disgusting” and “trivializes death.”
Death is supposed to be private, they say. Attendees at the Death Café do not
necessarily agree with that sentiment.
Those of us in attendance realize that we are a minority. We acknowledge our mortality and the mortality
of those around us. As a facilitator, I
usually try not to direct the conversation, but I could not help but ask about
the professional mourners that I had seen on the show. Professional mourners were individuals who
were hired to attend the services and display outward signs of emotion.</div>
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“Are those people for real?”</div>
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“Yes,” the funeral home director
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“Could I be one?”</div>
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“You might not fit in,” he
said. He went on to explain that the
professional mourners actually do serve a purpose to allow others to grieve
openly. He told me with the African
American culture, there is a strong desire to keep emotions in check. This rings true to me because in my hospice
work I have heard repeatedly, “I have to be strong for the others.”</div>
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At this Death Café we talked about
how we are a pain avoiding society.
People avoid funerals because they are afraid to experience pain. They don’t realize that the funerals are
healing experiences. Even planning the
funeral can be a healing process because it allows families to really think
about how they want to honor their loved one.</div>
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We talked about how the television
show calls the funerals “Celebration of life.” Then someone brought up that not
every death is a celebration of life.
Especially not if it was a tragic accident. Or murder.
Or a mass shooting of school children.</div>
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The room got quiet when someone
brought up Sandyhook. We sat still with
the pain.</div>
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Someone pondered if these mass
shooting events made people think more about death. We concluded that one cannot help but think
about it in the moment but people try to forget about death as soon as they
can. The mass shootings seem to make us
more avoidant. It is so painful that we want
to run away, change the channel. Avoid,
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This led us to discuss how we talk
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The conversation was not entirely
serious though. We talked about the
cathartic experience of going through a loved one’s possessions. That it is good to get your affairs in order
to a point, but the process of sorting through belongings sometimes forces
families to come together and grieve together.
Surprisingly, that even sorting through “stuff” can help heal.</div>
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We talked about so much more than
what could be summarized here, but you’ll just have to come to a Death Café for
yourself to see what it is like. The
next Columbus Death Café is February 6<sup>th</sup>. No RSVP required. The event will be from 7-9 p.m. at the
Westerville Panera 782 N. State Street.
Please contact <a href="mailto:Lizzymiles@gmail.com">Lizzymiles@gmail.com</a>
with questions.</div>
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always, to follow Death Café events worldwide, please visit <a href="http://www.deathcafe.com/">www.deathcafe.com</a></span>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-50628993943041393132012-11-21T11:07:00.001-05:002012-11-21T11:07:20.221-05:00Mirror Synchronicity: Love from AboveAs Thanksgiving draws near, my mom and her side of the family have been on my mind a lot. Every day. After my parents divorced, my Thanksgiving was spent with my cousins, my mom, her sister Joyce, my aunt Alice, my great Uncle Tom and my great Aunt Stelma. I've been feeling sad because besides my two cousins, all the other relatives have died. I even sent my cousins an email this week to wish them a Happy Thanksgiving. <br />
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I still have my memories though. My mom and her aunt Alice would argue in the kitchen how how to properly time everything. I just laughed because it was funny to me to see my mom regress to acting like a 17 year old. When my Aunt Joyce hosted them, everything looked like it came out of a Martha Stewart magazine. She had the full fancy table and feast. Even when my mom was in an Assisted Living, my husband and I would go eat there with the elders and the food was pretty good still!<br />
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Yesterday I was looking through a box of my spiral bound notebooks, trying to find a small one that would fit in my purse. I am a bit of a notebook collector and I have several that are half-written. As I picked up one notebook, a photograph of my mom and my aunt fell out. On the back of the photograph it said it was taken at My aunt Stelma and Uncle Tom's 50th wedding anniversary. It would be very uncharacteristic for me to use a photo as a bookmark, so it was quite a surprise.<br />
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I felt like it was a little wink from heaven that they knew I was thinking of them. I also know that my mom would be mad at me for posting this version of her online because it's not the most flattering, but she also had a sense of humor so I'm sure she'll forgive me.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving folks... don't be afraid to talk about the ones you're missing. How can you have lost them if you know where they are? We will all be reunited again someday.<br />
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Do you ever have one of those days where everything seems to be synchronous? Yesterday was one of those days for me. I went to attend a film screening and panel discussion of the movie <a href="http://stumaddux.com/GEN_SILENT.html">Gen Silent</a>.<br />
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As a side-bar, the movie is a powerful story about LGBT elders and how historical LGBT discrimination leads many elders to go back into the closet (or never come out.) I would highly recommend viewing this film. If you don't know any elders who are gay, that could be because they haven't felt comfortable enough sharing.<br />
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My former supervisor told me her current student Stephanie was going to be at the movie. She wanted me to meet Stephanie, because Stephanie has the role that I used to have when I was a student. I asked what Stephanie looked like and she told me Stephanie had slightly red hair and glasses. That's it.<br />
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When I saw how crowded the the theater was, I though there was no way I would ever find her as there were over one hundred people. Then it occurred to me to just take a seat and Stephanie would come to me. Now Stephanie did not know her supervisor wanted us to meet, so she was not on the lookout for me.<br />
Yet, lo and behold, a young woman with red hair and glasses sat down diagonally in front of me.<br />
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I asked her if she was Stephanie S. and she said, "Yes?!" and was quite confused because she did not know me. I told her who I was and immediately she was shocked. <i>How did you know it was me? </i>I grinned and told her I was psychic. We got to chat about her internship and I gave her some advice from my experience there. Later on, she was still shaking her head. I told her that is how synchronicity works.<br />
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<b>The Phone Call</b><br />
I had been told I would be receiving a phone call from a human resources person to set up an interview for next week. Since the movie and panel discussion was set to go until after 5:00 p.m. I was worried that I would miss the call. I had my phone volume turned off. Luckily, the call come in during the only ten minute break, so I did not miss it. Perhaps just a coincidence, but I felt that it was synchronous.<br />
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After the movie screening and panel discussion there was a 'resource exchange' meeting where social workers could share ideas. It was crowded, and the person I wanted to talk to was busy, So it happened that I ended up next to my former professor who was talking to a student who has many of the same interests as I do. The student is very passionate about hospice and end-of-life issues, and I just happened to be in need of someone to co-facilitate my next <a href="http://www.deathcafe.com/p/death-cafe-in-columbus-ohio.html">Death Cafe</a> event. She is available and was so grateful for the opportunity. As another synchronicity, her mother was standing next to her and we knew each other from somewhere but I got called away before I could figure it out.Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-56602395439224482112012-10-09T20:35:00.000-04:002012-10-09T20:35:04.913-04:00Mirror Synchronicity: Let's Talk about Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight on ABC World News, Diane Sawyer introduced <a href="http://theconversationproject.org/">The Conversation Project</a>, an initiative to get families talking about end-of-life choices. A family was chosen for the story to have the discussion in front of the cameras. In the interviews, and in the subsequent <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/generations-gather-end-life-conversation/story?id=17435323&page=2#.UHTBSE3R40k">article</a>, the father can be seen multiple times wearing clothes with an Ohio State logo.<br />
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Ohio State is located in Columbus, OH, which was the home of the <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/lizzymiles/the-first-death-cafe-in-the-usa">first Death Cafe in the United States</a>. It appears Columbus folks are ready to have the conversation.<br />
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<br />Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-82250178542960874492012-09-27T11:42:00.002-04:002012-09-27T11:43:03.320-04:00Life and Death Questions<span style="font-size: large;">Here's a summary from the Columbus, Ohio Death Café #3 <span style="text-indent: 0in;">September 24, 2012</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: 0in;">I am continually amazed at the diversity
of conversations that arise from the Death Café events. Each event is unique and the variety stems from
the topics brought up by the participants.
While Maria and I call ourselves facilitators, we are more like hosts
that start the conversation. Where the
conversation goes is entirely up to the attendees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Among the 17 attendees, we had
multiple groups of people who came to the event together. We had three siblings, a mother and daughter,
and multiple sets of friends. People are
sometimes surprised when I ask them to sit apart from their friend or
family. The reason I do this is because
the greatest enjoyment of the event comes from hearing multiple perspectives
and sharing one’s own story.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We started out the evening in small
groups. The intimacy of the small group
structure allows for everyone to have a chance to speak, and it is less
intimidating. As I moved from group to
group, I was touched by the openness and empathy expressed in such a short
period of time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As with every Death Café, last night
we talked about a wide range of topics.
There were a lot of questions pondered.
Is it normal to think about dying every day? Which is worse to experience – the sudden
death of a loved one, or watching them suffer for a prolonged period of
time? Is a viewing necessary? What if I don’t agree with my family on how a
funeral should be put together? How do
you define quality of life? Why can’t I
chose when I will die? What happens
after we die?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is something special about the
Death Café. It creates that space to
have the conversations that we can’t seem to have anywhere else. My interest in the Death Café was sparked
from my experience as a hospice worker.
I found that wherever I went, once I mentioned hospice, strangers would
immediately share their stories with me.
I realized that these people needed to share their stories and there
really was nowhere safe for them to do so.
There is now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The beauty of the Death Café is that
it brings people together who want to talk about the “taboo” topic of death
(and all that it entails). Many of the
attendees reported in their surveys that in addition to telling their own
story, they found comfort in hearing the stories of others. The participants who have come to the Death
Café events have a wide variety of backgrounds.
The diversity of experiences, beliefs and opinions contributes to the
in-depth discussions that we have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Many
of the participants intend to return for more Death Café discussions.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There will be more Death Cafe events in Columbus. For updates, follow <a href="https://twitter.com/_lizzy_">_Lizzy_</a> on Twitter, circle <a href="https://plus.google.com/117381185784348491514/about">Lizzy Miles</a> on Google+, or visit <a href="http://www.deathcafe.com/p/death-cafe-in-columbus-ohio.html">deathcafe.com</a></span>Lizzy Mileshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871018407337559011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13558263.post-77411573749323975512012-09-18T13:41:00.002-04:002012-09-18T13:42:11.801-04:00Silver SparksIt's no secret that I am a third generation metaphysical believer. I started this blog eight years ago after my mother died and I started to note what I considered to be synchronicities and signs from the universe that those on the other side were trying to communicate with us. The volume of experiences has taught me that the signs are more than just coincidences.<br />
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My own abilities to directly communicate with the other side have been slow to develop but they have been evolving. When my cat, Kitty, died in July of 2009, I felt her presence via vibration (purring). I blogged about it <a href="http://followthesigns.blogspot.com/2009/07/saying-goodbye-to-kitty-rip-1991-2009.html">here.</a><br />
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Then in May of 2010 when my aunt died, I had a Shared Death Experience (SDE). I <a href="http://followthesigns.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-soul-sees-other-side.html">blogged</a> about some of it and eventually I ended up putting together a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Between-Chocolate-Experience-ebook/dp/B005GGGYQ2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1347904163&sr=8-2&keywords=lizzy++miles+shared+death">book </a>about the experiences.<br />
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Since then, my abilities have subsided somewhat, but I do still frequently see spirit activity in the form of <a href="http://followthesigns.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-soul-experiences-other-side.html">sparks</a>.<br />
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This past weekend, I had a new experience. I was at a metaphysical party. I started going to this gathering two years ago after my experiences with my aunt happened because it was the one place I could go where people wouldn't look at me like I was crazy when I shared what had happened to me.<br />
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Usually I will get a reading or two from one of the psychics or mediums who attend the party. This weekend, however, I was the one who gave the reading! This is an entirely new experience to me.<br />
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There were six of us sitting in the basement. I was talking to a new guest who is 14 and an old soul. When I was focused on her, there were sparks to my left were quite active. Most of the time when I see sparks, I ignore them, assuming that it's just a bug or dust flying around. This time, however, the sparks were quite frequent and hard for me to miss.<br />
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I asked if anyone else noticed anything over in that side of the room and they said no. I said, "someone is trying to get my attention." After that I continued talking but the sparks became more intense and shifted to a bright silver color, like tinfoil. This is new for me.<br />
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Once again, I acknowledged the sparks and that they were silver now. The others in the group asked me if I knew gender or who it was. I closed my eyes, and nothing. I didn't have any idea. The only thing I could say for sure was that they were concentrated near one person. I will call her Fiona.<br />
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Fiona said it could be her grandfather or ... (I didn't hear the other person she said). Then within a matter of a few minutes I had an extreme cold sensation as if I was standing in a walk-in freezer. I was wearing a wool sweater and there was no reason for my teeth to be chattering. I laughed at the sensation and told the group what I was experiencing. This spirit was NOT going to leave me alone.<br />
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The old soul handed me a device that works as a divining rod and I used it to ask the spirit questions. I asked who it was connected to and it pointed to Fiona. I asked if it was her grandfather and it said no. Every question I asked multiple times just to make sure. Then I confirmed with Fiona that she had not told me the other one who had died. She was about to tell me and I said, "don't." I asked, "Are you family?" and the rod stuck in the middle between yes and no. I asked two more times and the same thing happened.<br />
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I turned to Fiona and told her what I felt. This spirit was confused by the question because they felt like family but were not "technically" family. That is when Fiona told me that she had lost her four year old step-daughter. The little girl had died nine years ago in an accidental Jacuzzi drowning, while in the babysitters care.<br />
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For the next half hour, Fiona shared stories about the little girl, and I could feel the emotions the girl felt as she heard stories about herself. At one point Fiona talked about what a rascal she was and how she played pranks. I found myself giggling hysterically and feeling a deep sense of pride for "myself" on the craftiness of the prank. Embarrassed that I was laughing so hard, I covered my mouth with my left hand. Fiona looked at me and said, "she was left-handed too."<br />
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My lesson from this experience is that spirit likes to be acknowledged. Even though this little girl died nine years ago, she was still visiting with her loved one. What a great feeling that our loved ones are still with us. I slept well that night.<br />
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