I'm writing this edition of "Personal Notebook" while Richard, the kids and I drive across the desert from LA to Phoenix (then up to Sedona to conduct the Psychic Seminar). Although the land offers endless possibilities for horseback riding (smile), even in April, it is hot, brown, stark, and solitary. I read an article in last Sunday's Los Angeles Times about how "Death Valley" got it's name. A wagon train of families from the upper midwest set out to strike it rich in the California gold rush. In Nevada, the travelers purchased a map offering a shortcut. Several of the wagons decided on this alternate route, which took them straight west into the Sierra Nevadas. After realizing their mistake, most turned back. But four wagon families continued, losing their wagons, livestock and in some cases, their lives. The struggling survivors bestowed the name. Today, as we travel 400 miles in a few hours, I'm reminded of the wagon family's bad choice. How do we make better choices when we encounter the experiences schoolhouse earth provides. I regularly remind myself that improving my life is a conscious choice -- an ongoing search for the right formula to experience health, security, loving relationships, a successful career and genuine friendships. When life is flowing smoothly, we're probably on the proper path. But when there is hardship and struggle, change will be required before life improves. What to do? Each decision is a matter of balancing consequences or embracing opportunities. And change starts with action. You have to act if you want things to change. Sometimes you have to be willing to ask for, or accept help. I know a woman named Olivia Abraham who has been homeless on the streets of Philadelphia for two years. She believed city officials would help her when she started having problems with her apartment. Although educated and talented, she ended up falling through the poverty cracks. Olivia is an award-winning journalist who has received honors even while homeless. But this hasn't been enough to help her out of her predicament. When she first became homeless, I asked if I could write about her in my Abenda column, but her pride was strong and she was embarrassed. I asked Abenda if Olivia would be okay living on the street. My spirit guide told me that she was learning some soul lessons and would survive, although it is very hard to watch those we know suffer. I was also told I would be able to help her when it was time. I feel that now is the time. Her karmic path has been difficult and her past-life wounds must be deep. It may be her karma to suffer, but I feel it is my karma to try to help -- to show her some grace, compassion and assistance. You may want to get involved as well. If you have any suggestions, writing projects, or if you can donate a little, please contact Olivia directly: Olivia Abraham, PO Box 2237, Philadelphia PA 19103. |
