Welcoming Change

This morning I quickly ran out to snap this image.

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I call it – – –                                 Ecstasy of Light

Now frozen in time.

A few minutes later, this is how the light changed.  Revealing a new beauty hidden in the light before.

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A reminder that nothing is permanent.  I am, the Universe is, and everyone in it is – constantly changing.

Sometimes we resist change, we may not like it, or don’t think we need it.  We don’t want to rock the boat, we stay.

I’ve learned to welcome it with open arms.

Every change brings me new gifts.  Gifts that are hidden and that I could not have imagined while still in that other place, that place before change.

Change can happen quickly or slowly, it depends on us, on how willing we are to say YES to it.

The key is to be able to let go, without letting go there can be no change.  Without being open and accepting the new, there can be no change.

I have entered a new level of consciousness.  I’m not real steady yet on my footing, but as I let go of the old, of what is no longer serving my highest good, I become stronger in my walk of the new.

How about you?  Are you accepting change in your life?  Love to hear from you.

Many Blessings

© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015

Happy Father’s Day

Today I remember my own dad, who passed when I was 13 years old. I have missed him ever since.

My dad was a holocaust survivor, I have no words to describe the pain that he endured at the hands of Nazi Germany. He spent 5 years in the hells of concentration camps. He was the only survivor out of his entire family. He was married before the war and his wife and two small children perished in the hells of the holocaust. And yet somehow he managed to survive, to go on, to have a new family, to work hard so I and my brother could have what he never did.

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My father was a mover and a shaker, he could move mountains, people always came to him for help and he always somehow managed to give them what they needed.

From the moment he was liberated all he wanted to do was come to the United States, where he could live without the fear of another war, another holocaust, but that never happened for him.

Today I celebrate him and his dream for me.

Wishing all Fathers a Happy Blessed Father’s Day!!!

In the picture, my mother, my father and me at 18 months old while still in Germany right before we left for Israel.

How are you celebrating your Father? Post your favorite Father picture, love to hear from you.

Many Blessings,

© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015

I Love Color

I love color

Bright, great, powerful

WOW color

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My favorite colors right now are

red

purple

orange

gold

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And although I don’t wear much of these colors, I do have them scattered around my home.  In every room.  They give me a feeling of happy when I look at them.

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I also love images that are full of color and that evoke a feeling that inspires me.  Here is an image of our Holy Mother by one of my favorite artists, Shiloh Sophia McCloud

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Well, I hope you are inspired to empower yourself and think about colors that fill your heart with joy.

How about you?  What are your favorite colors, the ones that make you happy?  Please share them here.

Many Blessings,

masha

© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015

Let the Outrageous Come Out

I don’t know what happens to me but there are times when I’m really strong and standing in my sacred power.  When I really know my worth and believe in myself 100% and there are no walls or any inner voices (no matter how loud they get) that can shut me down.

And then, I don’t exactly know what or how or why it happens but all my walls are back up again and I’m filled with voices of  doubt about my purpose, how to live it, how to share my gifts, how not to be afraid.  Am I good enough?  Clever enough?  Brilliant enough?  I compare myself to others who I greatly admire and feel that nothing that I can say is as significant, or as artsy, or as important, or as creative, or as clever, and where are my credentials and who’s going to want to read what I’m writing.  And on and on…

In what seems like an instant I can go from being on top of the world basking in the knowing of my inner truth and purpose to crash 😦  being totally in the bottom giving up and into this feeling of – not enough. Paralyzed by fear and doubt unable to write.

My mind is blank.

What I’m noticing is that throughout all this there is a raging fire that burns inside of me that has never gone out, is persistent through it all and is not leaving me alone to fall into a haze of a veg out on couch in front of the TV life.

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It’s that persistent and constant raging fire that pushes me to move through, to remember I’m Divine Being and a Universal Force.  That I am limitless, and so tear down the walls, shut the inner voices and allow the –

outrageous divine inner me to come out and shine her light.

It’s like there is something inside me that is saying, hey, get out of the way you, I have important holy work to do here, so let’s go.

Do you have the same or similar experiences?  Love to hear from you.

Many Blessings,

masha

(Sorry, I don’t know who is the photographer.)

© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

My darling Mother was the most amazing woman I know.  She was a holocaust survivor; she endured the kind of pain and suffering that I cannot even imagine in my wildest of imaginations.  She was the only survivor out of her entire family.  And yet even after her heart was shattered to pieces, even after everything she loved was ripped out of her heart, even after she had nothing left to give – she still somehow found love in her heart and gave it unconditionally, never asking for anything in return.

I wasn’t always the greatest daughter and yet she never stopped loving me.  I am so grateful that I got a chance to spend the last eight years of my mother’s life with her and got to know her and love her and take care of her.

Towards the end of her life when I asked how will I live without her, she said that her spirit will always be with me.
Well my darling mother I know that you are here with me protecting me and loving me and I am blessed.

Wishing all women an amazing blessed Mother’s Day!!!

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Please come and share your Mother’s Day joy, love to hear from you.

Blessings,

masha

© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015

Gratitude on this Shabbat

I love to pause on Friday at sundown to light the Shabbat candles, a Friday night ritual for observant Jews.  I didn’t grow up in a home where there was any religion or any rituals. (And I’m not an observant Jew.) But over the past couple of years this has become a ritual that I am in love with.

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I light three candles for past, future and present (in the Jewish tradition typically only two candles are lit) from the first strike of the match on the box, I’m inviting in and I feel connected to, the mystery I’m longing for, in a holy way.  It centers me into the present and reminds me of what is important.  It’s like everything outside of me falls away and I’m here only in the energy of the moment.  Every time I light the Shabbat candles I marvel at the simplicity of this act and the holiness it inspires.

I pray the Shabbat prayer and I welcome the Holy Mother into this sacred act.  (Not a Jewish thing to do but it’s a me thing to do) I hold Holy Mother, Sophia, Shekinah, my parents, my ancestors, my angels and celestial beings who are with me, in my heart as I give thanks. It’s as if I’m uniting the past and the future and infusing it into the present.

This Shabbat I’m thinking of my gratefulness for the two courses I’m taking.

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I’m grateful for Soul Vows with Janet Conner and Blogging from the Heart with Susannah Conway, I’m in love with both of them.

I’m grateful for all the amazing new bloggers/dreamers I’m meeting who are making this journey so precious.  And for those I know from previous courses.  I am grateful for their willingness to share their hearts.  In their sharing they are opening doorways into my own inner self.

I welcome you to share your own ritual, one that centers you and fills you with gratitude. Please share it and post it here.

With gratitude and blessings,

masha

© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015