The good news is that The Healing Code does exactly that.  It provides an alternative to doctor visits, prescription drugs, and living with the fear factor.  The process works by eliminating stinking thinking and negative emotions.

Looking back over the landscape of your life, what have been some hallmark “stress” points?  Those stress producers are the key issues The Healing Code hones in on.

You say that you’re not sure what your “issues” are?  I often feel that way, too.  It isn’t necessary to define your issues.  The Healing Code system will work anyway.

If you are willing to devote six minutes per day to implementing the system’s exercises, you can see remarkable results flow throughout your life.  Your body’s neuro-immune system can begin the healing process immediately.

As an avid reader, this is one of the most valuable books I’ve ever studied!  I’ll admit that I don’t fully comprehend how it works, but the results speak for themselves.  Each day as I repeat the mantra, I visualize a vibrant, healthy body.

With a copy of your own book in hand, register with thehealingcodebook.com to access your bonus Heart Issue Finder.  It is a free, personalized test that can help you identify sources of issues in your life.

Also included in The Healing Code goldmine is a 10-second Instant Impact Technique that will help you diffuse daily stress.  Believe me, it works—I’m employing it often!  This morning as I started to make my bed, I discovered that a horde of ants wanted to share it with me.  10 seconds of “Power Breathing” lowered my stress while forcing their exit.  This technique can work with issues from the mundane (as in ants in your bed) to powerful constraining physical issues you might be dealing with.

In Health & Happiness,

In light of what is happening in our World today, this is the most powerful message I have ever read!  It stopped me in my tracks and has remained an indelible image in my thoughts:

Once again, a shout out to Emily Aviles at Ode Magazine for giving me the permission to share Anne’s email with you.  It is my hope and fervent prayer that we will be able to connect with Anne in Sendai.  She needs to know how much we care, how deeply her words have impacted us, and the love and support we forward back to her on a daily basis.

Thoughtfully,

All you need is a smart phone, and an application on it to recognize the code and do your typing for you. It’s that simple. With a point and click, that barcode information will be instantly downloaded to the contacts on your phone.

Here, try it on mine. Go to the box in the upper right hand corner, open the application on your phone and click it.

This barcode can be resized to fit on business cards, coffee mugs, billboard signs, T-shirts, and whatever else your imagination can conjure up.

The following easy steps will assist you in developing your own QR code:

1.  Go to goqr.me/ and create your own Vcard.  Enter as much of your information as you want your business contacts to have. There maybe limits on the amount of information you can include for older cell phones.

2.  Save your QR Code to your computer.

3.  Copy the URL to imbed in documents, and the HTML code to add to your website. These codes are available at the bottom of the page once you complete your Vcard information.

4.  On your iphone or Android, download the application (QR Droid for Android). This will take all of 30 seconds, honest!

5.  Return to the application on your phone, tap it, and before you can center the phone over the bar code, all of the information will become available on your phone. It merely needs to be saved. It will then show in your contact list.

Fun, isn’t it?

Let me know if you’ve found a new way to use your own QR code. The advertising possibilities are limitless. Once you start using this code you will see it on a lot of different advertising media. It’s like buying a Honda? You suddenly see all kinds of Honda’s on the road, right?

Explore endless possibilities with this one!

WARNING: This article could save someone’s life!

While I’ve laughed at Bette Davis’s famous quote: “Fasten your seat belts. It’s going to be a bumpy night!”, I’ve been truly careless when it comes to the use of seat belts. As a baby boomer, the logic goes, “Well, I’ve lived thirty-two years without a seat belt and never had an accident. I used to curl up in the back window of the folks Plymouth when I was a kid. What’s all the fuss about?”

Pause that tape.

We left with high expectations on Wednesday morning. The trip was 1.22 hours long according to Google Maps, but with my lead foot I figured we’d be there in an hour. A leisure lunch with a friend from up North and some antique shopping was on the docket. The sun was shining, traffic was cruising on the five-lane freeway and the three of us had that all’s-right-with-the-world kind of feeling. The conversation jumped from Africa to politics to UCSD extension courses.

The passenger in the front seat was in the midst of discussing her latest class work when she started coughing. As the coughing intensified, she reached in her bag for some water. That didn’t seem to do the trick. Her face was turning red and tears started streaming down her cheeks. Yikes! You know that feeling where you just can’t squelch an involuntary cough?

In an attempt to relieve her discomfort, she unbuckled her seat belt. As the driver, I failed to give it a moment’s notice.

Three seconds later, the traffic at the crest of a hill came to a dead STOP. It was SLAM on the brakes time, veer to the left shoulder and burn a little rubber off those tires. Phew! It’s one of those heart-pounding moments when you can almost hear the crunching sound of hitting the car in front of you. Life goes into slow motion. The kaleidoscope is narrowed to one frame at a time!

Ka-Bam! My beloved friend catapulted forward, slamming her head into the windshield, and her knees into the glove box. My heart stopped and I started to shake. I pushed back the feeling of nausea.

There was no visible damage; however (while she will hate me for saying this), she is an elderly woman. How hard had she hit the windshield? What was her physical condition?

She applied ice to her head and knees as we rode on to San Juan Capistrano. Being the trooper she is there was no complaining on her part, in fact, she refused to talk about it.

But the frivolity of the day had been changed forever. I attempted to block out the “what if’s” in my mind, but they persisted. The potential for severe injury was but one breath away. As the driver, it was MY responsibility to make sure all the passengers were safe. It was a devastating feeling to realize that in a millisecond, someone could have been severely hurt.

I looked up towards the blue, cloudless sky and thanked the angels for this gut-wrenching lesson.

Let us not be maudlin, but the take away lesson is HUGE! Whenever anyone in the car needs to take off their seat belt, I implore you to drive to the shoulder of the road FIRST. It does not matter if you are in a parking lot or on a freeway. One tiny act of carelessness can alter your life forever.

Forget the argument of how many years you’ve lived without using seat belts. In our fast-paced world, a few extra seconds can save a myriad of grief.

Your comments mean a lot to me. Are you ready to buckle up?

Apart from choosing to live life with a positive attitude and a willingness to learn the privacy rules of Facebook, neither of which will be addressed in this article, check out the story that follows with an open mind.  It might just alter your perspective on joining the 5,000,000-strong, worldwide party of Facebook friends.

Here’s a brief, bird’s eye description of the cast of characters:

She:  Has been single for twenty years, smiles often (with plenty of laugh lines, aka wrinkles), and suffers an occasional chin hair that stubbornly presents itself.  Horrors!  She has multiple sclerosis, often walks with either a cane or walker, and needs to eat pretty frequently.   She is playful , optimistic and enjoys living life to the fullest.  She graduated from a small high school in the Midwest in 1966.  It’s up to you to do the math on that one:)

He:  Has been single for four years, is balding, a little overweight, and from past experiences, gun shy with women.  He wishes the hair on his head would trade places with the growth on his thick, gray beard.  He occasionally gripes about the attendant aches and pains of “age”.  His quick-witted sense of humor is unparalleled.  He graduated from the same small high school in the Midwest in 1965.

They both joined Facebook two years ago.

Facebook “suggested” them as friends, for having graduated from the same high school.  The facts are not clear as to who friended whom first.

Voila!  Here’s their story —

On or about April 1, 2010, she posted a comment in her newsfeed:  “A true friend doesn’t care if you’re broke, what you weigh, if your house is a mess, about your past, or if your family is filled with crazies. They love you for who you are.  A true friend can go long periods of time without speaking to you and never question the friendship …”

He remembered her as the daughter of his first boss.

He responded with:  “You must have received some interesting feedback on your post re Love and the ache we humans have for an honest commitment of concern, thoughtfulness, passion, and love. Does it really exist? … Thanks for creating the thought and the questions.”

While reading his message, she thought:  “Hmmm.  I remember this fun-loving, handsome dude.  Amazing that he still remembers me.  She drafted, then re-drafted a direct message (“DM”) to him with a slight grin on her face …

Their conversations escalated on Facebook DM, email and eventually Skype.

Last fall, after a much-anticipated greeting, she met him at the airport for a heartwarming face-to-face reunion.   It was one of those “Do you remember your first kiss” moments!

The film is still rolling with many editors in the wings.   But the initial credit goes to Facebook for affording the opportunity for him and her, from a distance of 854.5 miles, to reach across the airwaves and connect.

Please pass this on to your Facebook-resistant friends.   Assure them that the benefits of reaching out to family and friends via this Internet tool far outweigh the negative scenarios.   Who knows?  If they’re single, they might even find their soul mate?!

Let the song in your heart burst forth!

“There’s simply no such thing as thinking too big.” Author Unknown

What are your expectations for this New Year?

A single incident just drove mine through the roof!

It was an 8’ noble fir that filled our home with pine-scented memories beginning on December 16, 2010.  A dear neighbor strung the lights, and kids and friends hung precious ornaments that had passed through three generations.  Four new ornaments adorned the noble tree and contributed warmth and love to the Christmas festivities.

Fast forward to January 11, 2011.  The brittle branches were ready for recycling.  With a determination beyond my physical capacity, I tenderly removed each ornament and packed it away.  Completely unsure of my ability to remove the lights (without either falling into the tree or the boxes of ornaments); I started circling the tree with an “I think I can” attitude.  One string of lights, two strings of lights, and three strings of lights …  The process was painfully s-l-o-w.  I used my walker, the wall and a rocking chair to steady myself with each circle around the crackling tree.

Now divested of all the Christmas goodies, I pulled the brittle tree towards the foyer.  Twelve feet later, it toppled to the floor.  With my steady red walker as a balancer, I dragged the sappy trunk through the foyer, out to the walkway, past the garage and into a heap on the lawn.

Beyond your physical capacity, you say?  Yes, w-a-y beyond it!  I walk with a cane or walker ninety percent of the time.  Often steps are tentative.  But this one joyous experience will shine through my memory and allow me to create much greater physical feats.  It only takes ONE example to shift your mind to forward momentum.

Moving the towering tree set my wheels churning with exhilaration and a “Can Do”, fist-pumping attitude.  “Yee-ha!”

What do you want to experience this New Year?  Can you visualize, taste and smell it?  Can you wallow in its significance in your life?  I’d love to hear where you’ll take your journey this year!  What are your soaring expectations?

With Hope and an Excited Momentum,

Dar

Her mom leaned down, took one of the handles of the plastic bag and they walked out of the store with the bag of apples between them, each one shouldering half of the weight.

A simple lesson, you say.  Ah, but aren’t the simple lessons the most powerful ones?

Geese set an awesome example of teamwork.  As they fly in “V” formation, the flock adds 71% to their flying range.  When a goose gets sick or shot down, two other geese fly with it to protect it.  They stay with the fallen goose until it dies or is ready to fly again.  They also honk to cheer the leader on!

Can we be that protective of each other in our own lives?

This week has been a challenging one physically.  Never take the act of walking for granted!

I tend to grouse when someone offers to help me lift a heavy load or open a door.  It has been easier to accept assistance this week, as I’ve mentally visualized the picture of the mother and daughter each holding a handle on the bag of apples.

We are all ONE … here to fly stronger and make each other’s load a little bit lighter.

What does teamwork mean to you?  What’s your best example of seeing it applied in your life?

Warm regards,

Follow her initial honorees here.  This is an award she honored ten bloggers with, who offered value to the community.  These ten then selected ten other bloggers who are amongst their favorites.

The idea is to link back to the person who nominated you, and then select ten of your inspirational bloggers to receive the award.    Contact them, then write a post honoring them.

Thank you, Belinda, for including my blog amongst your ten.  It’s special to receive an award from you—a true inspirational leader to all of us.

While it would have been easy to select many more than ten (and I struggled with whittling down my list), I’m paying it forward to ten bloggers who have had an enormous impact on me.  They are not listed in any particular order.  Given the opportunity, I would rate each one of them as Number One!

Kat Hudson:  http://womenswebmarketing.com/ Making it EASY for Empowered Women to get online

Deborah Stevens: http://www.1lynnallen.com/ Our Cyber CPA

Nancy Burke Barr: http://ishouldhavelistenedtomymother.com/ The ultimate economic and spiritual unit of any civilization is still the family.  Clare Booth Luce

Andrea Goodsaid:  http://www.amsherpa.com/ Gently de-teching Online Marketing Step-By-Step So YOU Can Move Forward

Jennifer Akers: http://jenniferakers.com/ Professional Freelance Writer Sharing Resources For Your Writing Career, Online Business, and Family Life

Adam Sheck:  http://passion101.com/blog/ Bring The Passion Back To Your Relationship!

Dr. Erica Goodstone:  http://createhealingandlovenow.com/blog/ Healing Through Love Mentor

Wendy Hewlett: http://www.wendy-hewlett.com/ The MIND Is The Portal To Success

Monika Genehr:   http://myblog.monikagenehr.com for LONE MARKETING RANGERS – featuring ONLINE SYSTEMATIC MARKETING THAT WORKS NOW – be inspired – master your mind – be inspired today – train with the best to reach your goals – be free to be you – help others – HAVE FUN

Holly Fulford Jeffries: http://hollyfulfordjef.com/ Our Exercise Guru

It was an honor to pass the Mastery Blog Award on to some of the great bloggers I have had the privilege of getting to know and treasure.   You hold a special place in my heart!

Warmest regards,

One week ago I felt powerless to walk 12’ to confront a stranger.  That experience coughed up childhood memories of feeling powerless.  From them, I developed coping skills (albeit not always healthy ones) to drag myself out of that framework.

This week, powerlessness has been a focal point of many conversations with trusted friends.  A poignant talk brought tears to my eyes and pain in my heart.  Walking the same walk that I do (literally), Linda Cox shared her experience of flying alone to New York City, watching her family walk on the beach, and struggling with the iron clad fatigue of multiple sclerosis.

Phew!  That’s a tough one!

Powerlessness is a brick wall in front of us to walk through, jump over or go around.  So let’s qualify powerless.  With definition comes clarity, right?

An “a ha” moment hit me when I read Martha Beck’s article in O Magazine:  How to Tap Into Your True Power.  She defines, quite simply, how to “break out of that helpless place.”

First, we must realize that we do not have power over everything in our lives—if that were the case I’d have curly hair, no wrinkles and not be dealing with MS.  However, the truth is there are NO circumstances where we are completely powerless.  We allow fear to creep in and seize control.  There is fear of what people will say, what will they think of us, and fear of the great what if?

Here’s the guide to distinguishing between fear (powerlessness) and the power of love:

FEAR

Always feels bad
Motivates grasping
Seizes control
Insists on certainty
Needs everything

LOVE

Always feels good
Motivates liberation
Relaxes control
Accepts uncertainty
Needs nothing

“The process of spotting fear and refusing to obey it is the source of all true empowerment …  Real power is usually unspectacular, a simple setting aside of fear that allows the free flow of love.  But it changes everything.” (emphasis added)

As a perpetual student of life, I’d love to hear how you have handled powerlessness in your life.  What has helped you break through brick walls?  Please share your thoughts in the comment section below.

With love,

There is a shadowy figure on the other side of the street pushing a baby stroller. The third time they cross the street with a measure of hesitation, my suspicion is aroused.

Wait! There is a baby stroller alright, but it is filled with empty recycle water bottles. The person (I assume is a woman) is dressed in a black warm up suit with the hood of the sweatshirt pulled over their face, obscuring their features. Man or woman? It is impossible to tell.

Are they homeless? Waiting to go through my trash? Needing a hot cup of coffee on a chilly morning?

He/She sees me standing there watching them. They stop and observe school buses filled with students pass them on the way to the high school across the street from my home. My presence doesn’t seem to annoy them.

They slowly amble down the sidewalk to the school construction site where the gates are locked. When they shake the wrought iron gate to see if the doors will open, alarm bells begin to clang in my head. Once again, the question is: Is this a cold, homeless person looking for a warm corner on the school grounds, or someone who could potentially do major damage on the school grounds?

Standing at curbside in mismatched pajamas it is decision time for me. Where is my camera when I need it? Who would think that the mundane act of taking trash to the curb would create an event with such conflicting irony?

Guess it is time to err on the side of caution. With my purple cane in tow, I race back inside the house to fetch my camera and cell phone. When I return, Person X is no longer wandering on the sidewalk. But wait, I see them with the baby stroller slowly making their way into the school parking lot. They have followed one of the staff cars into the locked area.

With a lot of hesitation, I call the police.

What has happened to our society? Gone are the days when we left our homes and cars unlocked, where we played in the streets without a care in the world, and where we trusted one another.

The second element of this conflict with the Stranger lies deep inside me. Several years ago I would have crossed the street, confronted them in a kindly manner and resolved this conflict for myself. I have martial arts training and self-defense is part of the package. Today, however, I realize that if the stranger is filled with ill intent, they could merely push me off balance and I’d be toast. The insecurity of the situation lies deep inside my soul. With the help of gentle friends, it is time to face a brick wall. For one of the first times in my life I feel disabled.

But I digress …

How should we react to fellow strangers? Are we duty bound to withhold snap judgments? Or is it our responsibility to be extra cautious of our surroundings? Has 9/11 etched such a deep scar in our hearts that being wary of the unknown will never leave us? Will our society be totally unpredictable forever?

Is it better to be complacent, vigilant or paranoid?

How would you have dealt with Person X? Today, my friend, I’m asking for your assistance in resolving this conflict. The details of this situation are irrelevant. It is the attitude that matters. Please share your thoughts in the comments section below.

With love and light,