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“We are what we think…
All that we are,
arises with our thoughts.
With our thoughts
we make our world.”

Buddha
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“The universe rearranges itself to accommodate your picture of reality.”
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E.T. Earth Mission
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“There is nothing miracles cannot do, But they cannot be performed in the spirit of doubt or fear. When you are afraid of anything, You acknowledge its power to hurt you.”

A Course in Miracles
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We moved a few months ago.  We didn’t move because we had to.  We didn’t move because we didn’t love our last home.  We moved because The Universe guided us to do so—and the entire process of buying and selling (usually slated as a nightmare) was a breeze.

In fact, our real estate agent (who is also my dear friend from Brown) toasted us at Thanksgiving dinner in our new home, saying, “I have no idea how you pulled this off and I’ve never experienced a buy/sell that went so smoothly.”  : )

Then came the move.

From Hell.

I know, I know…two words—Gentle Giant.

Super-mom really did know better and should’ve just called the Giant; however, that double the price thing got to me in a vulnerable moment after looking at the closing costs (LOL), and I went with a smaller “nice family” mover.

There are quotations around “nice” and “family” for a reason, Sister.

Now I don’t like to trash talk, gossip, or spread the bad word; however, I’m gonna name names here because, well, this story is beyond belief and I don’t want any of my fellow Sisters or Brothers to endure the same treatment.

CASEY MOVERS.

What happened?

Sit down for this one…

The movers arrived the day before Thanksgiving to pack their trucks with our stuff, and they seemed great.

The problems began when we arrived at our new home—one mile away.

First, one of the movers was quite intentionally putting stuff down about four to five feet away from where I was asking him to place it.  For example, I’d say, “Can you please put that (heavy as Hell) armoire right here against the wall, centered on the wall?” and he’d plunk it down five feet from the wall in the middle of the room and not centered in any way, shape, or form.

Hmmmmm.

After this happened a few times I found Philippe and explained what was going down and said “I just want to make sure that they’re gonna make it right—put stuff where we really want it—before they take off.  I don’t want you to have to move all of this stuff later on.”  (Remember that Super-mom is pregnant with twins and ain’t gonna be movin’ a thang).

So Philippe calmly and kindly explained the situation to this particular mover.

The mover went ballistic and yelled at Philippe and me.

Yelled!

I have no idea what he was talking about but it wasn’t even vaguely similar to what Philippe had brought up.

I then watched Philippe yell back—the third time I’ve ever seen him yell in my life.
So Super-mom stepped in the middle and calmed them both down.

Or so I thought.

Five minutes later the “manager” of the job said to me “I don’t know what just happened, but…”

I interrupted and said, “No worries, it’s OK.  We’re yogis.  We believe in forgiveness, and beginning again.  We’ll just begin again.”

Then he finished his sentence:  “but he just walked off the job.  Now we’re one man short.”

“Good!” I exclaimed happily.  “He had bad energy anyhow.”  : )

An hour later the same “manager” seemed to take on the previous mover’s bad energy.  He outright refused to move something to the third floor (“I won’t move it up there”) and then said another piece of furniture “wouldn’t fit up the stairs.” (The next day Philippe and our friend Henry moved it up there with ease in 2 minutes).

He then attempted to bring an armoire up to the third floor and proclaimed that it too “wouldn’t fit”…and so I rolled with it and said “OK, then, let’s put it in the dining room instead!” to which he responded, “I’m not moving it again,” and left it where it was.

He flat out refused.

HUGE LOL!

Huge LOL NOW that is, but not so much at the time.

At that point, I had missed my afternoon nap (when pregnant with twins that nap is important Sister!) and was getting a bit weary.

I’d been chasing the movers around all day as they ran in with stuff—asking them kindly to please put it here or there, only to be met with the most arrogant and resistant responses ever.

So I sat down on the couch for the first time that day, and a few minutes later, the manager announced to me that they were “done.”

Philippe walked in and I shared the exciting news.

He paid them (and tipped them very well), and they were off.

Five minutes later, Philippe ran down the stairs and said with disbelief:  “They left without putting our beds, desks, and bureaus back together!”

I immediately called CASEY MOVERS, spoke with the assistant who answered the phone, and explained what went down.

She said how very sorry she was and that she’d call them and have them return immediately to finish the job—it must certainly have been an oversight, she explained.

Ten minutes later she called back and said that the movers weren’t picking up their cell phones.

Oversight my ***.      ;)

And oh girl, it gets worse.

Once we had accepted that we’d have to put all the furniture back together ourselves (even though they had signed a contract—their contract–saying specifically that they’d put it all back together before they left), we realized that THEY HAD LEFT WITH ALL OF OUR HARDWARE.

Yes, no hardware.

So no beds, desks, or bureaus.

For FIVE DAYS AND NIGHTS (this was 5pm the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.).

I left a few messages on CASEY MOVERS’ voicemail in the coming days as I unpacked box after box that said, and I quote:  “Casey Movers.  Great prices and great service.  Call me on it!  Steve Casey.”

I called him on it all right.   : )

By Monday Morning we’d kind of grown fond of sleeping on the floor next to the Christmas tree all together as a family, and I’d softened a bit in my response to the whole situation.

I was prepared to forgive Steve Casey and Casey Movers, provided Steve showed up and put the furniture back together, as he was contractually obliged to do, and refunded half of our money.

But he never showed up.

In fact, he never called us back.

It was so beyond our understanding that a person could treat people with such a lack of integrity and respect that we decided to stop talking about it and just dispute the charge on our VISA, pay nothing, and call it a day.

After all, what we focus on—wanted or unwanted—is what we’re creating.

I did, by the way, ask my Spirit and The Universe “What’s the lesson here?  What do I need to learn?  What do I need to do differently?” during and after this moving debacle.

What came to me is that I actually got exactly what I asked for.

Remember I said that I’d had that “moment” after seeing the closing costs on our home–when I had decided to go with Casey Movers and not Gentle Giant (read:  was operating from a scarcity and not abundance mentality)?

Well, I manifested a FREE move.

Not the kind of manifesting I’d recommend, though.   : )

“A lie has speed, but Truth has endurance.”

Edgar J. Mohn

“An important fact to remember is that all natural diets—including purely vegetarian diets without a hint of dairy—contain amounts of calcium that are above the threshold for meeting your nutritional needs.”

John McDougall, M.D.

“The standard four food groups are based on American agricultural lobbies. Why do we have a milk group? Because we have a National Dairy Council. Why do we have a meat group? Because we have an extremely powerful meat lobby.”

Marion Nestle

“I will no longer drink milk from cows or consume products made from that milk. Cow’smilk is a superbly engineered fluid that will turn a 65-pound calf into a 500-pound cow in a year. That is what cow’s milk is for.”

Michael Klaper, M.D.

“The human body has no more need for cows’ milk than it does for dogs’ milk, horses’ milk, or giraffes’ milk.”

Michael Klaper
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“Who was the first guy that looked at a cow and said, ‘I think that I’ll drink whatever comes out of those things when I squeeze them?’”

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Bill Watterson
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Super-mom Kim Cherelli

 

WOW!! Supermom of the month.    I was shocked to say the least when Taylor mentioned she wanted me to be her super mom of the month.  Me?  I never thought there was anything super about me.  I’m as average as average is, nonetheless I was and am honored to be thought of.

 

I met Taylor a year ago during Teacher Training at Prana Power Yoga.  I was instantly drawn to her energy and knew I was in the right place.  I didn’t know why I decided to become a yoga instructor nor did I know what I was getting into.  You see prior to signing up for the 8 week teacher training I think I practiced yoga about a dozen times.  I woke up one day and said “ I think I’d like to be a yoga instructor”  I proceeded to ask my yoga instructor at BSC how one goes about becoming an instructor.  She told me about Prana and here I am a whole year later.  I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for other than the fact I was looking for “something” the something that yoga instructors have.  I’m learning every day and I’m a work in progress but this is a journey and I am excited to see where it takes me.  The teacher training was an emotional and beautiful experience.  As quickly as the thought popped into my head to become a yoga instructor the same happened for my understanding why.  I’m understanding I am where I am suppose to be right now at this moment.  Stress is not as prevalent as before and I’m understanding people a bit better.

 

So, a lil about me.  I’m a single mom of one 18 year old son.  I don’t consider myself any different than the next mother. I never found raising a child difficult because it came naturally to me. .  I raised him simply the way I wanted to be treated.  I always knew I wanted to be a mother. I was 24 when I found out I was pregnant and afraid to tell my mother.  I knew what she would say or better yet the look or her face would tell me how disappointed she was.  Most people know my situation and how my son was the result of an abusive relationship, however I wouldn’t have change a thing.  I had to go through that for my son to be born.  If I didn’t then he wouldn’t have been born and I can’t imagine my life without him.  People congratulate me for being a single mom  my son does too but I don’t think I deserve any special credit.  Putting aside all my heartache and struggles in my life, it’s nothing compared to what some are going through.  I do count my blessings and I feel blessed to have been given this gift of motherhood.  There are those who want children and can’t   I am so very thankful and I can’t say it enough…..It’s truly a blessing.

“where you are at this moment is where you are suppose to be”

Sending love and light to all

Kim Cherelli