<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:14:25.951-07:00</updated><category term='Suitcase Picture'/><category term='Grateful Goddess'/><category term='Five Star Experience'/><category term='Jesus Year'/><category term='Brother Quits Job'/><category term='Unity Church in Eugene'/><category term='Dad&apos;s Card'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Barbie Jeep'/><category term='Mt. Hood'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='KVLY interview'/><category term='Lisa&apos;s party'/><category term='Montana'/><category term='Successful Living'/><category term='Sheri'/><category term='Michael Row Your Boat'/><category term='Tour Property'/><category term='Red Woods'/><category term='Final day'/><category term='Magician Card'/><category term='Fargo Connection'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Fargo Holistic Expo'/><category term='Freeport'/><category term='Jake Sick'/><category term='Diamond Head'/><category term='first day'/><category term='Portland Ideas'/><category term='Ashland'/><category term='Signs'/><category term='skydiving pic'/><category term='Troy'/><category term='Siskiyou Mountains'/><category term='Cousin Mike'/><category term='Be Present'/><category term='San Fran'/><category term='California'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='Aha Moment'/><category term='Pioneers'/><category term='Flying'/><category term='walk with Troy'/><category term='Bigfoot'/><category term='84'/><category term='Golden Gate'/><category term='Goodbyes with Joan'/><category term='Be Grateful'/><category term='Parkinson Productions'/><category term='Camas'/><category term='New Journey'/><category term='Working with Troy'/><category term='New Friends'/><category term='Abundance'/><category term='I-84'/><title type='text'>The Parkinson Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog follows the adventures of Troy, Chanda and Jacob Parkinson of Fargo, ND.  This is the spot to read up on all the inspiring places and faces the Parkinson's will encounter on their travels.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-8678193338836049204</id><published>2009-03-02T11:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:56:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Call - Thoughts from Chanda</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have moments where you show up in life just to show up? You find yourself acting much like a numb robot going through the motions? The universe is operating, and you attempt to “slide into” the flow of life without anyone really noticing you are there? You know what I’m talking about: those moments when you check in and realize you have just spent two hours organizing your desk drawer, reorganizing your piles of files, taking one too many coffee breaks trying to busy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days of roll call. We would all tumble into our first high school class of the day, half awake and with the act of our names being called we would mumble a feeble “here.” But are we really here? I mean, not in the philosophical sense, but are we really showing up or just “slipping into our seat” hoping no one notices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one day last week and thought to myself “maybe no one will notice I’m here today.” It was just a random thought, or so I hoped. I put on my professional best, completed my morning rituals and came downstairs to greet the day. However, I noticed by noon nothing was happening. All I had accomplished was updating my facebook page and emptying the trash. I didn’t have one phone call, and only junk in my email inbox. The flow was completely halted. Talk about a powerful AHA! moment. Who do you think was in charge of creating that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, that wish would have worked just fine for me. I was in an 8-5 job without a sense of purpose. However, the sense of purpose I have now to serve others through the gifts of the spirit is occasionally like that person at work who just doesn’t stop talking, even though you wish they would. It follows me around during the day, eats lunch with me, leads my actions and keeps me coming back to focus. It has become painfully clear that the world will not stand for me just showing up for roll call hoping no one notices! I say painful, because anytime I am pushed out of my zone, I am uncomfortable. That is the source of true growth and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of your seat in homeroom and shout HERE! during roll call. You are doing no one favors by staying in your seat drawing funny pictures of your teachers in your math notebook. Choose a purpose driven life. If you don’t know what that is, then take time to discover and uncover it. You may be a lot closer than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-8678193338836049204?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8678193338836049204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=8678193338836049204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/8678193338836049204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/8678193338836049204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/roll-call-thoughts-from-chanda_02.html' title='Roll Call - Thoughts from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-327842838982629115</id><published>2009-02-12T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:03:01.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF LOVE - BY CHANDA</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. I can tell you, because somehow I know you will understand and not judge me for this. Inside myself somewhere deep, is a fear of not being loved. Yes, I have had it most of my life, and more recently have become aware of this energy playing a hand in my decisions and in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of not being loved may be familiar to you, too. It shows up and plays little games with your mind. This fear seeps into your life in subtle ways; you may not even notice how it impacts you. Some clues are: not wanting to get out of bed in the morning, avoiding phone calls, convincing your mind to make up all sorts of stories to justify your need to play small in life, thinking about yourself, thinking about yourself, thinking about yourself. I notice at times it affects how I parent, how I relate to my husband Troy, how I interact with other immediate family, even how I act around others. I find myself striving for perfection to a fault (which is probably why I have consistently great hair and an impeccably clean house), making everyone crazy in the meantime. I realized the root of my behaviors resides in this one fear; the fear of not being loved. It doesn't even matter how many times I'm told I'm loved, I still can't fully accept it (anyone relate to that?). I have become so aware of this fear operating in my life that now I am finally able to see it for what it is: untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I possibly have not seen it before? Where did it come from? How do I release it so it doesn't ruin my relationships? Maybe those answers will come in time, maybe not. Maybe I'll feel all sorts of guilt, sadness and panic as I race to figure out why I feel those feelings. However, as I pause to reflect on this, I am granted a little wisdom that may help you too: BE LOVE. The act of being takes you away from the fear. To do this, I may need to get out of bed, answer the phone, meet up with people I haven't seen in awhile, stop thinking about myself, stop thinking about myself, just stop thinking about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something as powerful as the act of love is enough to wipe away the fear. It is also enough to help me see where I am holding back the true expression of my spirit. By being love, in every situation, I have completely opened a space to seeing myself through the eyes of others. I have also created the byproduct of loving myself. Now that feels darn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these lyrics from the 80's band Huey Lewis and the News (man I love that music).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need money, don't need fame&lt;br /&gt;Don't need no credit card to ride this train&lt;br /&gt;It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT MIGHT JUST SAVE YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;That's the power of love&lt;br /&gt;That's the power of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it, feel it, BE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Chanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-327842838982629115?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/327842838982629115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=327842838982629115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/327842838982629115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/327842838982629115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-love.html' title='THE POWER OF LOVE - BY CHANDA'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-5909276249388925640</id><published>2009-02-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:20:01.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Mindfulness - Thoughts from Chanda</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a conversation with someone and suddenly you become aware that your words and the content of the conversation is filled with negativity? You are in mid sentence, and suddenly it comes into your awareness that what you are saying is in the realm of complaining, whining, moaning, gossiping, or just plain nasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken out loud make a difference. In my reality everything in the universe is energy. Words are no exception. The energy contained in the words you say exit your mouth and go somewhere. They don’t just disappear. According the law of quantum physics,&lt;br /&gt;everything….including thoughts and words, linger around us. Imagine now all those negative thoughts you’ve had lately about another person, or how poorly you spoke about someone in the presence of someone else. Are you really willing to continue that pattern of energy, or would you like to impact a change in the world around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to talk. As a matter of fact, it is one of my favorite past times. However, lately I have become acutely aware when the conversation starts to take a turn. If I am expressing negative things about myself or about others I notice those I’m with looking tired, depressed, and concerned. Not only that, I feel worse after the conversation than I did in the beginning. The only purpose was to somehow justify my beliefs and emotional reactions to the situation. However, it just created more headaches and unsettled feelings after the conversation ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have judgments. These are connected to deeply held beliefs that have formulated over time. To think that you can be completely neutral about everything would mean you aren’t awake or responsive to your environment. However, the choice to apply love in those areas that you are irritated by, or which are persistent complaints is the key to shifting your attitude and your surroundings. Those judgments are superficial, untrue and most likely are there as a way for you to hang onto old ways of being that do not serve you or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step in shifting this is through awareness. Become truly aware of what you are saying in every moment. If you are complaining about the weather, then guess what? You will not feel good, nor will you assist others in feeling good about it. If you are gossiping about someone at work, then most likely that will create a snowball effect which perpetuates more of the same in that work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the choice to influence your life and the nature of your relationships through conversation mindfulness. Suddenly you will find others wanting to be around you more often. If you truly are concerned about someone, and need to express it, be responsible. Get in touch with a counselor, or a trusted friend or spouse. However, move past it as quickly as you can by recognizing what you are learning from that person or situation, or how you can impact it for the betterment of everyone involved. If you are on the receiving end of negativity, be compassionate and then be a stand for turning the thoughts and words into something everyone can benefit from rather than dwelling and agreeing. Apply a sense of forgiveness in that situation, determine how best to move forward and then act. That turns the negative into something truly valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifting your belief system to love creates healing for you and the world. It’s one truly great way of shifting the consciousness for the entire planet. One kind word cancels out hundreds of negative. This world needs a little love. Let it begin with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-5909276249388925640?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5909276249388925640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=5909276249388925640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/5909276249388925640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/5909276249388925640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/conversation-mindfulness-thoughts-from.html' title='Conversation Mindfulness - Thoughts from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-3338351634431671106</id><published>2009-01-27T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:18:45.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack Your Piles - from Chanda</title><content type='html'>Remember those old television shows where the 1950’s happy homemaker would be sweeping up, and if she didn’t catch every last bit of dirt, she would look around her to make sure no one was looking before lifting the area rug and sweeping the dirt under it? It was just a little dirt, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to that homemaker. I want to know where she put all that dirt? What happened to it, did it all continue to pile up until the dog ate it? Did it disappear into some void of some kind? Where did the dirt go? I have tried to sweep it under the rug myself and it just makes more of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we’ve come a long way since the days of sweeping up. The invention of the upright vacuum changed everything. Attacking the dirt, we give it little chance to linger anywhere. However, I must say I am quite envious of that woman at times who could put out of sight and out of mind that last little pile of dirt. In my own way, I think I have tried to do just that. Sweeping stuff aside here and there, hoping no one notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, negative energy (dirt) does not get neatly swept under the carpet. Maybe at one time in the history of our planet it was much easier to do, as everyone else was doing it (consciousness) and ignoring it. As good as that sounds, lately I’m noticing all those little piles I thought would just “go away” miraculously have been appearing in heaps in my life. Everything I left to disappear into a void has suddenly built this gigantic dirt pile that’s beginning to overflow. There is no vacuum big enough to take care of it, trust me. So I am realizing I have a choice. I can either face the piles or watch them grow until they take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, everything equals energy. Therefore, what you do and say gets transferred as energy and can be like this dirt pile, especially if you say or do something that hurt someone or that you regret. That energy has always been there rotting and molding, waiting for us to clean up. I have chosen to take a peak here and there, under this rug and that, gently handling the messes I have created in my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are feeling much more fresh in my life, a little bit more uncluttered. I didn’t even need Mr. Clean to accomplish my goal. I have been stepping forward in the act of forgiveness for myself first of all for saying and doing those things, and second of all to clean up the messes with those I hurt or those tasks that I have left undone for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face your piles. It may be uncomfortable at first, however I guarantee it’s worth it. No matter where you have ignored the messes in your life, they are not as scary as they seem. The next time you consider sweeping your pile under the rug reconsider. Get out your Hoover and attack. Everything will feel cleaner both inside and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-3338351634431671106?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3338351634431671106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=3338351634431671106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3338351634431671106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3338351634431671106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweep-up-your-piles-from-chanda.html' title='Attack Your Piles - from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-4560616161946988206</id><published>2009-01-16T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:08:19.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up the Hood - Insights from Chanda</title><content type='html'>In my line of work I spend a lot of time and energy connecting to spirit for others, whether it be loved ones who have crossed over or angels and spirit guides. However, I rarely take the opportunity to do that for myself. Last night between my dream and waking place I was in such a state of peace and calm, I decided to have a conversation with spirit just for me. So I allowed my mind to wander to any questions or concerns I have currently that could be posing a stumbling block. Suddenly my friends came into my mind. I went through them one at a time, like a rolodex, asking what it is I can do in their lives to assist them in moving forward. I stopped on a pair of married friends who are experiencing some momentary challenges with a job lay off and transitional work lives. Here is the guidance. I feel as if it truly is for all of us, and I am delighted to share it with you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was instantly given the image of an old, broken down vehicle. I was standing there holding up the hood, flashing light into the engine and parts. The married couple were gazing over the engine and parts to try to figure out how to fix it, to get it going again. They tried putting this part with that part, and then they would try starting it. No luck. So they'd go back to the drawing board, and try something else. This kept on for awhile, and although I am typically patient with spirit, I was growing a little restless not understanding what this had to do with anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked "why am I holding the hood for them?" I heard with extreme clarity "because they haven't figured out how to hold it up for themselves. Just keep holding up the hood. You can let it go when they figure out how to hold it up themselves. Keep shining the light in until they figure out how to fix it." So, out of curiosity I asked what significance my actually holding the hood had in this picture and they showed me what would happen if I let go of the hood. They proved their point, it wasn't pretty, as you can imagine. Then I heard "energy....and much of life......is like a vehicle. There are parts to it, and in between there is this stuff that holds it all together, nuts, bolts, oil, gas....but when the energy isn't flowing like a broken down vehicle, there are people there to help them see inside a bit more clearly. That is largely the job of humanity, but also in particular of lightworkers. To help others see inside more clearly. To be patient, to just hold up the hood." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The impressions that followed were extraordinary. I pondered why it wouldn't be easier to just prop up the hood and leave them to figure it out. However, that isn't the point. We are here to assist in the process, however it looks, with each other. Propping the hood is fine, finding a light to shine in so they can see is fine, but my presence, and the moments shared with them, just there to hold the hood open a bit wider, directing them with the light where to look next, being silent and steady. That is a gift. We are all spirit, bound together in oneness. We are from the same stuff, whether you call it God, The Source, The Universe, The Cosmos, Dust, etc.....leaving others in the cold to fix it themselves means we leave ourselves in the cold just the same. Personally, I do not like being in the cold myself. I enjoy the successes of others, and love even more being a part of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lightworkers are everywhere. You know exactly who you are. If you feel that you assist others in shedding light, looking inside just a bit deeper, and carry the weight of the hood so that those around you are free to explore within, then you are a lightworker. We are all being called now to do this work, oftentimes setting our own egos and needs aside to be a catalyst and a support for those who are needing assistance. It can be uncomfortable at times to shine that light so brightly to see what is not working under the hood. However, with a gentle touch and a loving soul, you can facilitate the healing that we are all in search of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one tip for you all in these trying times is to hold the hood for those around you. It doesn't matter how long it takes, there aren't timelines on the work of energy and of spirit. Be the light, and watch yourself feel the glow of joy in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-4560616161946988206?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4560616161946988206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=4560616161946988206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/4560616161946988206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/4560616161946988206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/hold-up-hood-insights-from-chanda.html' title='Hold Up the Hood - Insights from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-309098945309215395</id><published>2009-01-07T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:21:56.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Successful Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be Grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>Insights on the Journey to Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v42_kh1_--g/SWWoS3GW8mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hhkoI9ztSaA/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v42_kh1_--g/SWWoS3GW8mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hhkoI9ztSaA/s200/IMG_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288818379398247010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Evolution of a Soul in One Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could prepare me for the lessons learned from our most recent trip. It was unique somehow from the beginning and I knew it. We weren't planning to go anywhere. However, I had dreamt a couple of months ago we were going to Hawaii. In my dream it turned out Jacob and I would only be there for four days and for two of them we would be stuck in a room without transportation. I remember distinctly telling my husband Troy about this dream the next morning. Since both of us have professional psychic businesses, our flashes of insight come fast and furiously, and oftentimes through dreams. However, those flashes aren’t always reliable for ourselves because of a lack of objectivity. I didn’t even consider this trip dream as anything more than a strange subconscious fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy wasn’t planning to go to Hawaii, it was Tennessee where he would be shooting for a special series airing on the Discovery Health Channel. Since I’m not as passionate about the southern fried chicken as I am about beaches and 80 degree weather, I decided we would not be joining him in the deep south. I closed the book on the dream and the whole idea of Hawaii. Then about a week later Jacob was going to bed and we were meditating together, as is our ritual at bedtime, and he said “mom I see a volcano. It’s not exploding, just quiet but I know it’s a volcano. Have I ever seen one?” I told him no, and that was really neat, we should make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we received the news that Troy would be going to Hawaii instead of Tennessee. It knocked us over with excitement and all the pieces came together. Yep, 80 degree weather, beaches and all. Not only that, he was going to the Big Island, which is surrounding by nothing other than volcanoes. Thanks for that insight, Jacob. We booked our tickets immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family learns and experiences so much growth from the joys and challenges of travel. Experiencing each other in a new place is so gratifying, we each have our own interests and ways of approaching the travel experience. Jacob prefers to hit the beach and stay for an entire day, I prefer the more exploratory approach, branching off and seeing where each little path and contour of an area may lead, and Troy prefers to take the adventurous approach finding the most exciting activity, whether it be sky diving, cliff jumping or parasailing. We all have our preferences and by the end of the day it is so much fun to share with each other what our favorite parts were and what we learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the greatest adventure of the trip occurred before we even left the airport. Our plane was late getting out of Fargo, bumping every single connecting flight. While in Denver, Jake and I discovered the next flight would be in three days for that airline. My previous dream of only four days came flooding in. I tried to breathe, through tears, and called Troy for assistance. Troy always sees life with the glass half full. I am optimistic, however in the beginning tend to get swamped in the overwhelming emotions and can tend to lose sight of the big picture. He said “look around you at the airport. There are angels everywhere. Practice the law of attraction. Focus on what it is you want, not what you don’t want. You coach people how to use that tool every day. Practice it for yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped, took another deep breath and began looking around me. A big beautiful black woman walked by with a peaceful smile on her face, pushing a wheelchair to pick someone up from a gate. She looked down at me and we made eye contact. It was as if she said “it’s o.k., honey. Be happy.” I was captivated by her. Next I saw a woman holding a baby, and the baby was giggling so loudly it echoed in the airport. Jake climbed on my lap, wiped my tears and said “it’s o.k. mom. We’ll get there.” I was easing out of my panic, and the fear that had completely engulfed me began to disappear. The final angel was a publisher from a magazine called “Successful Living.” After chatting, I discovered she is friends with Wayne Dyer, has a thriving writing career, and she even expressed interest in doing a story about Troy and I, the married mediums. I was in heaven, and all the hell around me began to disappear. Heaven appeared, and my ego found a place in my carry on bag, where it would stay for the rest of the trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy called back after a couple of hours, having found a way to rebook our flights to get us there that night. Jake and I skipped to our gate to get on the flight to our destination. We had an amazing time at every moment of that flight. My neighbor bought me a glass of wine to celebrate the journey we had been on. I cried for the first hour, from relief, pure joy, excitement and the act of connecting with the angels that presented themselves every single step of the way. There was nothing holding us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, despite the dream I had of limited time in Hawaii, we manifested getting there exactly as we intended with seven full days of bliss. I finally closed the book for good on the dream I had, grateful I had created it completely differently and let go of fear. As soon as I flipped my conscious mind to focusing on the result I desired, let go of how it was going to happen, and got fully present in the moment, everything unfolded as I requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still bumps before we arrived, and I believe those to be a gentle reminder to stay strong and not to waiver on my thought process. Jake even played along, I had him visualizing lines moving faster (he is the king of manifestation by the way) and the lines DID move faster every time we placed the energy of mental focus there. I didn’t allow one negative thought to enter in, and visualized it working out so we would all wake up together the next morning. We did wake up to a beautiful sunrise and the glory of the energy of a beautiful paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say this for certain. It is not enough to want something. The effort of carrying the vibration of that desire forward is required and essential. Those of us who are fans of the law of attraction have used that tool and have produced results. Then it doesn’t work and we get upset. It’s not the law of attraction that is at fault, it is our laziness. We figured along the way at some point it was o.k. to put it on auto pilot and coast. We cannot just think things, then sit back and snooze. It is vital that the vibrational energy continues to flow, uninterrupted by anything that might come in it’s path to stop it. Not only that, action in necessary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might cause you to stumble, finding yourself in territory that is unfamiliar or uncomfortable. You might have to be bold and ask others for help. However, that is the ticket to growth. In the space of connection with others we are expressing ourselves as true spirit, because we begin to recognize we are not separate entities traveling on our own course, it is all one. I found myself to be much stronger than I thought I was. If you allow something to interfere with your focus and thought process, it shifts the outcome immediately. But you can bring it back, so don’t give up just because you begin to experience breakdowns along the way. Work harder. Hold that focus tight, it does take effort but it is possible. Keep bringing it back. You really can do it. Be present. Be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all was in the midst of the stress of that travel day I discovered I could be happy no matter where I am. It was the biggest revelation for 2008. I am capable of accepting happiness as a way of being regardless of the circumstances. Not knowing where we were going to be for two hours became a game. It felt great. I couldn’t believe the way I was behaving, dancing in the airport, finding fun adventures for Jake and I, visiting with people I have never met before and making new friends. The choice to embrace happiness that day, letting go of the negative attitudes and need to control that had obviously put us in the situation in the first place, created joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a powerful discovery that will stay a lifetime. How you are being affects everything. It isn’t enough to have the mental focus. If you are being the vibration of stress and anxiety, you will not attract the results. That was the key that was missing from this equation all along. I finally got it. Your choice to be present, an expression of total joy no matter where you are is a game worth taking on. I can’t prepare you for the trip you will be on if you accept this challenge. Wherever your airport is, apply yourself. Be aware of your state of being and watch things unfold like never before. That is loving life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-309098945309215395?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/309098945309215395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=309098945309215395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/309098945309215395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/309098945309215395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/insights-on-journey-to-hawaii.html' title='Insights on the Journey to Hawaii'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v42_kh1_--g/SWWoS3GW8mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hhkoI9ztSaA/s72-c/IMG_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-5719572539229128139</id><published>2008-03-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:59:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>There is a constant need as humans to know and fully realize our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during the time before we fully understand the concept, we are trying out our abilities, talents and skills in an effort to express ourselves. Our entire lives become an endless investigation into the perfect way of expressing what we have to offer the world. When we deny those innate skills, abilities talents and impulses, we often become confused, restless, bored and depressed. It somehow becomes more important as we grow in years to finalize that purpose. Lately people have become almost obsessed with trying so hard to figure it out, as if their lives depended on it. People no longer are content with the same patterns and ways of living that have consumed them for decades, perhaps even generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our younger years we instinctively lived our purpose. However we didn't need to define and address it out loud. We just did it effortlessly and selflessly. That's what I love about children. They are masters of living purposefully. They fully get the beauty of being themselves without apology and without question. Where does that innate sense of purpose go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking back on my childhood and the pieces of the puzzle are pretty clear: I was the leader. I organized the neighborhood plays, coordinated the picnics and kickball games, gathered friends to do fundraising efforts. I was also the star babysitter. I had an innate sense of what it meant to take care of and help people. My friends would always come to my door everytime there was something bothersome going on at home or they needed some support. My house in small town North Dakota was like a beacon for light. I remember distinctly the feeling of loss when I moved out, wondering how I would continue to help people after graduating from high school. I took a few detours, and now have created the perfect form for my innate expression of purpose in my life: a psychic medium and intuitive coach. I create events, organize people, meet with people one-on-one, just as I did as a child and young adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a danger I'm noticing in our search for purpose that can lead it to becoming more a function of the ego than a true journey of seeking. It is in stating that there is something missing in life, that it's somehow imperfect. Feeling a lack of purpose cannot be confused with the feeling of unhappiness in our jobs, our marriages, our lives. While purpose may be unclear in those moments, no job, marriage or perfect life can ever fix that feeling of a lack of being purpose driven. You can be purpose driven in any situation or circumstance. It is truly a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become aware that more of us are not content living without a sense of purpose. However, there is such a deep uncertainty about it at times, it seems as if someone is hiding it from us. The great news is, it's right within us all along. Being afraid of not knowing or being able to uncover our purpose is sort of like being a grown adult and being afraid of not remembering your own name. You don't question your name when you sign a check, you just know it. It's like second nature. That is what purpose is. However, unlike our names, we don't often learn to sign our purpose as quickly. It often can be similar to one giant puzzle. In fact, it's the neverending puzzle. Purpose is ongoing, it's what we signed up here to spend our time uncovering piece by piece. It continues even after we die, in the endless and limitless realm of spirit. By asking about it as something missing, we are creating the illusion that it is out there somewhere waiting for us to find it. Start at the beginning, when you were a child, or young adult in those days when everything seemed possible and within reach. Make a list of who you were in your neighborhood, what sorts of challenges did you overcome or triumphs did you have? You will be a lot closer to clarity than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately your purpose is to be where you are right in this moment, creating and expressing yourself through the eyes of love. That is what we are all here to be and do. The form (jobs, projects, hobbies) with which you express your uniqueness will change and grow over time. However, there can be nothing else but now so why not stop to see how you can incorporate more of a sense of it into your current job, your marriage, your life? Stop waiting for it to hit you like a lightning bolt, and start to become a living expression of who you are inside.....that leader, the artist, the creative thinker, the organizer....you and your purpose have been in there all along, can you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a secret that may help you open your eyes to it. When we release the need to have the answers right NOW, the freedom available causes a deeper sense of connection and purpose automatically rises to the surface of our awareness. The next step falls into place without effort. Stop to look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see? Be still and listen. Get present in your life and you will begin to see you are a living expression of your own purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-5719572539229128139?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5719572539229128139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=5719572539229128139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/5719572539229128139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/5719572539229128139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-9016976515316470143</id><published>2008-02-03T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:23:05.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Motion Sickness</title><content type='html'>We are powerful creators. What we spend the majority of our thought processes on is what the universe starts to send us, especially when it is aligned with our emotional guidance system.  Those seemingly chance happenings in our lives are not so much chance as choice. Everything else lines up to match what we are spending our time thinking about (creating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy is writing his book. He has a contract with Llewellyn Publishing. As he goes back and sifts through his journals, he is starting to see clearly what he began to create 10 years ago. He spent much of his time writing about helping people, serving the world through his work as a medium. It pretty well consumed his thoughts back then, as he was trying to find his place in the world at 20 years of age. His wishes were set pretty clearly out there as he wrote about the miracles that were being produced in the world via mediumship. It was inspiring for him to read back and feel the optimism and enthusiasm around his work and the development process. The universe has responded loud and clear with a thriving client base and many testimonials of how this work has changed their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some things he created that exist now that he doesn't want. For example, he wrote about wanting a comfortable living, but nothing extravagant, just to pay the bills. Guess what? That's what he got. Only, recently those goals and desires shifted to want abundance beyond his wildest dreams. So that's what he has focused his time and energy on, and it is beginning to shift everything. Business flows in effortlessly, with the abundance to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Troy's life completely turned upside down by honoring his desires and then setting the intention, it being a perfect match with what he believes he deserves and wants for himself in his life. However, it wasn't always easy. The constant attention to his thoughts and not defaulting to fear every time something comes up has been vital to his success. I have seen someone come from a mindset of lack to one of endless possibility and joy. One common theme emanates from all of it: his ability to deal with the ebb and flow of life's changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about change. It's essential to the evolution of this planet. Change isn't always easy to settle into. What I find is that it settles in and feels somewhat like motion sickness. Everything seems to happen at once. We shift jobs, consider a move, get a book deal, start a business, kids are leaving home...why does it all seem to come at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits don't know anything about space and time. However, our bodies feel it much more intensely. The effects of change show up like anxiety, fear, stress and anger. Bringing awareness and calm to the emotional connections to the changes in your life assists your body in adapting much more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our job as clairvoyants, coaches and healers is to assist you in the changes of your life. A session with either Troy or I can give your body the ability to identify and release those feelings of motion sickness that come with the changes of life. You will feel yourself becoming more aware, releasing the energy that holds you back from feeling joy in your life and allowing your spirit to shine. While we do often get information for your future, we are not fortune tellers. It is like having help rearranging the furniture of your heart. It suddenly just feels better to be you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-9016976515316470143?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9016976515316470143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=9016976515316470143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/9016976515316470143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/9016976515316470143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/motion-sickness.html' title='Motion Sickness'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-6294175065978131252</id><published>2007-09-25T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:34:16.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred- a word from Chanda</title><content type='html'>This week I have been given the opportunity to meet some of the most beautiful people I have ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago Troy and I were in our usual mode of staring at the map going "where in the world are we serving others next?" and were drawn back to Montana. This last spring we had an amazing response from a rather large group in Helena. We fell in love with the mountains, and decided fall would be a beautiful time to be here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the trip drew closer, I noticed Troy had put a place called Babb, MT on our itinerary. I promptly questioned this. My husband tends to get overly ambitious, having us going from one corner of the state to the next figuring "while we're in the area" we can stop. It's an endearing quality that I love him for. He explained that while he was in Missoula last spring, he met with a husband and wife whose son had died unexpectedly and they were forever changed by the experience of connecting to the afterlife for the first time. They wanted to bring us to their town to offer readings to the community. After learning that the weather during September in East Glacier is less than desirable, and that we would be miles from a large city, I was less than convinced this was a wise choice.  However, compromise has become my new middle name and I decided to give Troy the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found ourselves on the road again. Just outside of Glacier, I began to feel a stirring. It is really hard to explain. It was subtle at first but grew and grew until it felt as if our car was being picked up off of the highway and air lifted to where we needed to be. It was a magnetic feeling, and I was so overwhelmed with the voices I was already beginning to hear that I began to cry. I had no idea what we were heading into, and at the same time felt as if I was being given an initiation and a welcoming from the spirits that surround that side of the mountain range. It was palpable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving, we discovered that they would have 50-100 people at our opening event. It became clear what we were doing there in an instant. Love engulfed us all, we were giddy. We knew that some incredible healing would be done on this reservation. I suddenly grew intimidated. I have never done intuitive readings on a reservation, with people so connected to spirit that it's in their blood. Who were we to march onto their territory and deliver messages of hope and inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening event was incredible. Troy and I exchanged time in the spotlight. I was so comfortable, it was family, it was home. The space was sacred both in and around us, and it was understood this was our offering to them as a community. The offering of our gifts was held with the utmost respect and dignity. Needless to say, we all booked solid for the next two days. We were in heaven...literally. After speaking with one of the owners of the bar where we presented (no lie, we really were in a bar) I discovered that they lose at least 30 young people to tragedies every year. It was clear that energetically the community was suffering. A little light and hope was all they were looking for, and it wasn't happening in the pews of their churches anymore. We were humbled and honored by the faith and trust they placed on us to deliver. And we did. Every time. I pulled up my boot straps and declared that I would be whatever was needed. Sometimes I was a hands on healer, other times the medium, other times the intuitive. No matter what was called for from person to person, I was able to pull from within the power to offer a sense of closure and peace they all so desperately longed for. Those who were searching for answers received them. Loved ones, spirit guides, animal totems and channeled messages graced the walls of that bar. It will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy and peace that was exchanged will be an experience I will never forget. They begged us to stay extra days. We begged them to let us come back, knowing our time together was complete for now. They offered us a gift, a peace offering, a tribal offering to honor us. It was touching. I can't say looking back who was changed more by that experience, them or me. I am incredibly humbled by the true power of allowing. It is in that space where love...a.k.a. miracles lie. I offer a prayer now, a meditation to honor those we met in Babb, Montana and for that sacred place we all shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Mother, sacred Earth. Please guide and protect the people of the Blackfeet Reservation.&lt;br /&gt;It is in your nurturing hands they will be carried. Lift them up, caress their souls gently now. We give gratitude for the grace you bring to the land, healing the multitude of sorrows laying like a fresh blanket of snow so cold and heavy. Melting the hurt cleanses their spirits like the melting snow that flows back to the river, back to where it came. So connected, this cycle of life. Your steadiness gives strength to this people, as you hold them up. They understand your divine connection to them, to us all. Bring peace and understanding to their children and their children's children. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-6294175065978131252?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6294175065978131252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=6294175065978131252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/6294175065978131252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/6294175065978131252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/sacred-word-from-chanda.html' title='Sacred- a word from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-9191630413048721681</id><published>2007-07-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:41:51.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Automatic Writing - from Chanda</title><content type='html'>I took on an exercise in journaling last night. I would call it automatic writing, because when I read back on what I wrote it was as if it wasn't me writing. I encourage anyone interested or curious about this to take it on as a way to connect to your higher self, purpose, mission, or God.  Thank you for allowing me to share this. I hope it inspires you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is...elusive and yet necessary. Sustain love and freedom remains. Sufi poets speak of love, touch the heart of love and grab the soul of love with words. Grab the soul of love with both hands and watch it disappear. Love is freedom. We speak of love, think of love, try to understand something like love. No understanding can bring love into existance. It fleets from moment to moment pleased with the one who allows it to be exactly as it is, no shape or form holding it. Too much harm can come when the need to hold becomes too strong. Hold it and all is lost, let go and all is ours. There in the freedom lies the soul of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to strike against the nerves of the lives of others, mixing it up, shaking it...no them. Too vulnerable, you say? What else is there? Stir the imagination, you say? I'll leave that for the animators. My purpose...being drawn to digging deeper than the first layer of the soul. I help others reveal emotional blockages, baggage, residue to reach higher truths. Peeling the layers back of the onion one layer at a time, to expose the sweet untouched and flavorful center. Isn't that what we all want? Get to the heart of the matter, but that's too exposed, too strong, gives off an odor, makes others cry, too pure, too blinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God, peel my layers, help me find the center. The most flavor lies there. Others will dry their eyes, they will recover. I, however, cannot recover covered by all the layers. Please, God, I ask you to be bold, all hesitation lost, no one will give you permission besides me to strip away the unwanted layers of my soul. Through the tears others will finally see the beauty that is themselves, if they choose. Revolutionary and shocking, too far ahead of my time is o.k. Shaking up the sleeping, the lazy, the dying...get to the center of the matter, the heart of the matter, it doesn't matter what you find there and it is ALL that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-9191630413048721681?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9191630413048721681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=9191630413048721681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/9191630413048721681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/9191630413048721681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/automatic-writing-from-chanda.html' title='Automatic Writing - from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-6101469918036159401</id><published>2007-07-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:08:27.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Freedom - from Chanda</title><content type='html'>Love is Freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words hit me like a lightning bolt last night at our Course in Miracles group. Just the night before I had been sitting on the couch throwing one of my famous tantrums (by the way now after the fact I have absolutely no idea what I was whining about), while Troy just sat on the couch in baffled wonderment at me, waiting ever so patiently for me to finish and then said "where are you withholding love from yourself, Chanda?" His question had me dumbfounded. But it stopped me in my tracks. Holding back love for ourselves means we withhold love from others. Earlier in the day I had a less than proud parenting moment with Jacob where I'm sure he was doing something really innocent and I was reacting which had us both in a time out by the end of it. All I needed to do was stop and remind myself to find where the love was missing in the moment. Sitting on the couch with Troy, hours later, I found love again, when all I needed to do in the first place was grant myself mercy for the feelings I was having and any and all angst disappeared. That is love. Love is freedom. Freedom feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with Love. We spent our day serving others. Troy and I manifested more abundance in one day than we would have earned together in a week when we were working 8-5 jobs. I found myself assisting a realtor clearing negative energy from homes she is trying to sell, analyzing stocks for another client and assisting someone connect to their spirit guide, while Troy helped someone who very recently lost a spouse connect with that loved one now in spirit. Just business as usual at the Parkinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the gym, picked Jacob up from daycare, spent time as a family and by the end of the day we looked at each other a little dumbfounded and completely joyful at what we had created. Love showed up in the presence of assisting others make difficult decisions and gain closure. All we were doing was what we were asked to do. Can you clear energies of a house for me? O.K. Can you help me connect with my spirit guide? O.K. Can you help me reach out to my deceased spouse? O.K. Giving of ourselves freely, without judgment, letting go and allowing, because we say so, because we know it is right and is in perfect alignment with who we are as spirit. That is love. Love is freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought: any action out of the motivation of fear is a dead end. It doesn't matter how noble or ethical the action. If it's based in fear, it will pretty much come back to haunt us later somehow, to teach us something about ourselves and who we want to be. I was listening to a podcast from Abraham (through the work of Esther Hicks) and he was saying that we have attracted and created our current circumstances only as a contrast to what we desire. So the current reality we are living in is there only to provide a contrast to what we desire. In other words, this is my home, my car, my job and my life, and it may not be exactly where I would like it to be. I definitely want this other home, this other car, this other reality. Fine. So start thinking about it. Where the rut catches us every time is any time we dwell in what we do not want, the focus becomes so strong, we become fixated on what exists that we really could do without. It seems like nothing can take our attention away from what is (again...that we usually do not want). Usually there is some presence of fear, so we take action out of that fear and guess what? Another dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had grown really comfy in my dead ends for a long time. At the same time, I couldn't figure out why I was always finding them. What I've learned is this: driving out of them means getting out the map again, shaking it up a bit and finding another way, shifting the direction I am going in, trying something else, something new, letting go of the attachments I have to my way being the right way. It's not comfortable, sometimes I run out of gas and need to refuel. Worse yet, sometimes I need to ask for directions, swallowing my pride and recognizing I don't in fact know it all...yet :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stop the act of desiring, we are dead. Living as if we no longer want anything is denying ourselves God, Love and what's rightly ours. I found the English translation of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring." I read here that we aspire, soar and strive to truth yet unknown, to be like the Christ and that desire never ends, until death.&lt;br /&gt;Jesu, joy of man's desiring,&lt;br /&gt;Holy Wisdom, Love most bright;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn by Thee, our souls, aspiring,&lt;br /&gt;Soar to uncreated light.&lt;br /&gt;Word of God, our flesh that fashion'd,&lt;br /&gt;With the fire of life impassion'd,&lt;br /&gt;Striving still to truth unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Soaring, dying, round Thy throne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-6101469918036159401?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6101469918036159401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=6101469918036159401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/6101469918036159401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/6101469918036159401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-freedom-from-chanda.html' title='Love is Freedom - from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-5947546166414946240</id><published>2007-07-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:05:22.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Update - from Chanda</title><content type='html'>Well it has been quite a whirlwind since we last wrote in our blog. Montana was breathtaking, in many ways. Exhilarating in others. The highlights were meeting up with our dear friend Patty Kirk in Missoula. She and her husband have a home on the Blackfoot River. Imagine waking up to the sounds of the river, walking down to the dock and enjoying morning coffee staring at the beautiful mountains covered with trees. What a way to live! We spent a day hiking to Holland Lake and a magnificent waterfall and another day together floating down the Blackfoot River. We shared lots of great meals, laughter and work. Patty is a wonderful energy healer, and for the first time Sheri and I were able to share our work with her. It was a really profound experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were welcomed so warmly at the Feng Shui Center in downtown Missoula. The public evening of communication was great and Troy's work really flourished there. We made some terrific connections, including a session we had with Archangel Raphael, channeled through a woman who does readings there. We were given much insight and guidance for what's to come. Raphael seemed to know a lot about us that he couldn't have known, and some of the insights were right on and downright spooky (this coming from a psychic :-) While in Missoula, we were connected with a woman in Helena, MT who owns a healing center. Within 48 hours she was able to put together a public event that had 30 people attend! Now that's manifestation!! We've been invited back in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work was done, it was time to play. We headed to Glacier National Park for a family reunion. Cozy cabins kept us safe and warm as we connected with Troy's family from far and wide, intimate conversations on walking trails and celebrating a 50th wedding anniversary for Troy's aunt Barb and uncle Ronnie were the highlight. Jacob would say the highlight for him was going to his first ever waterpark with real water slides. He was so brave and did several of the rides by himself. After getting a bit spooked by one of them, he was ready to "go to the hot tub." So cute! We also went white water rafting. I've never laughed so hard watching Troy and his dad in the front of the raft get slammed time and again by freezing glacier waves. What an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt the sadness sink in on the drive back to Fargo. Leaving this trek was not easy to do. Not because we didn't want to come home, we really were very excited to connect back into community. It was sadness because we were leaving behind people we didn't recognize anymore, mainly the old Chanda, Troy and Jacob. We learned so much on this journey and peeled layers off of ourselves each day we were called to live in the moment. At home with daily routines it's easier to slide by, not really in our bodies, at times even coasting. When you are out there you are only thinking about your next meal and where you will lay your head that night. Not having any other distractions but the beauty and joy of the wonders around us, we were inspired beyond our wildest dreams. We found ourselves brainstorming ways of making a living on the road, fantasizing about ways that the "psychic Von Trapp" family could go to work for National Geographic or maybe The Discovery Channel? Maybe. Maybe not. Considering what we've been manifesting in our lives lately, I wouldn't be surprised if it happens. Careful what you wish for, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-5947546166414946240?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5947546166414946240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=5947546166414946240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/5947546166414946240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/5947546166414946240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/07/montana-update-from-chanda.html' title='Montana Update - from Chanda'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-2660889537930843993</id><published>2007-06-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:23:23.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pioneers'/><title type='text'>The Journey Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RnaxWoib-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BB-c2nKUNqw/s1600-h/pioneers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RnaxWoib-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BB-c2nKUNqw/s200/pioneers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077440632303909266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we took off for Montana after being back in Fargo for only 48 hours.  There is an excitement to hit the road again and we look forward to what this leg of the journey manifests.  We stopped by the Capital grounds today in Bismarck and took a picture with the pioneer statue.  In many ways our family feels like pioneers...we are breaking new ground, out on a new adventure and the world is wide open to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-2660889537930843993?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2660889537930843993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=2660889537930843993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2660889537930843993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2660889537930843993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/journey-continues.html' title='The Journey Continues'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RnaxWoib-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BB-c2nKUNqw/s72-c/pioneers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-2422451804303629369</id><published>2007-06-11T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:07:35.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skydiving pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><title type='text'>Our Final Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2db4ib-YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dyOAUkOIA9E/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2db4ib-YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dyOAUkOIA9E/s200/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074885457475271042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone...here we are at our final day in Hawaii. It's seems so long ago that we came.  The trip has been wonderful, the sights amazing and the lessons and insights will last a lifetime.  We leave in a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2bc4ib-UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RT6xil_gbFc/s1600-h/rainbowview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2bc4ib-UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RT6xil_gbFc/s200/rainbowview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074883275631884610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; few hours for the airport.  So I wanted to load a few more shots from our adventure....you'll see above a group shot from the Polynesian cultural center, a rainb&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2by4ib-WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EzaoICNg8OE/s1600-h/jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2by4ib-WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EzaoICNg8OE/s200/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074883653589006690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow off our balcony, me jumping out of a plane and a sunset walk on the beach.  We leave behind fond memories and look forward to our next trip to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2cG4ib-XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RPMB65GsuAk/s1600-h/onthebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2cG4ib-XI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RPMB65GsuAk/s200/onthebeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074883997186390386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next Stop...Helena, MT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-2422451804303629369?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2422451804303629369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=2422451804303629369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2422451804303629369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2422451804303629369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-final-day.html' title='Our Final Day'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rm2db4ib-YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dyOAUkOIA9E/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-6796089690109534097</id><published>2007-06-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:54:19.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamond Head'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>FROM CHANDA&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in Honolulu with the ocean in front of me, mountains behind me (Diamond Head) I am caught literally between a rock and a...well I wouldn't consider the ocean to be a hard place, but it makes it pretty hard to escape.  The beautiful condo we are sitting in holds us, the view almost too much to handle, my knees give out every single time I walk out onto the balcony. Just a friend's place. Wow, I have a friend who vacations here. I have a friend who lives abundance. I am so aware and so grateful today of how this is showing up in my life. A wonderful home, family, amazing friends, a booming business, support all around and adventure galore. And I'm doing it with grace and ease. Be careful what you ask for, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I'm having are overwhelming. This space, this island, will hold me for as long as I need to really let in the miracle of abundance all around me. I stop and take notice, I see it all over my life. What a way to go, you know? Manifesting miracles the way God intended - surrounded by the most incredible acts of God, Source, Universe, You, Me, We, Us...I can hear the wind saying "you made it." I am a part of creating this place, this experience. I take a moment to be still and listen. Everything is magnified. The senses are incredibly heightened here, you cannot hide from anything. Why not be in earth's majestic wonderment and be so unbelievably tuned in that God appears everywhere so obvious one doesn't even need to take time to "tune-in." You can't help but be plugged in here, all the time, everywhere you go. The inspiration just flows. Much as it did in Portland, but this is really different. So it makes me question: with Troy and I in such a sensory field, can we really afford NOT to be hanging out here? No wonder "our friend Wayne" lives in Hawaii (Wayne Dyer for those of you who aren't in A Course in Miracles Group in Fargo). Today I am healthy, vibrant, sun drenched, filled with peace, light and energy pouring in with each moment. The work just flows, insights coming at every turn and beat. The heat drives me to the water, the energy drives me to the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it as a great sign that at 4 p.m. this afternoon I no longer knew what day or time it was. I had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves now are thundering and pounding the side of the condo complex we are staying in. It reminds me full power is ours. The waves wake us up, beckoning to the vastness that is...everything. The vastness of what's available, no limitations...ever. The building holds me. Steady. Still. Strong. Until I'm ready to feel my power, and own up the fullness of what life has to offer. But it's more than just about the material things. I'm beginning to see that now. It's about connecting to the core essence of the earth, the universe, of myself. Accessing that space is like heaven to me, and it brings forth whatever I need, want, desire or wish for myself, my family, for mankind. The ocean has absolutely no limitations. Ever. I feel a mutual respect coming at me in those gigantic waves lapping the shore. At first it feels like a mere handshake, or a pat on the back. After awhile I'm sure I feel the waves caressing my soul. That's connection. I want to be the ocean for the rest of the world. Larger than life, no limitations, gentle yet strong when necessary, and of course vast. I want to show the world the ocean in themselves and what's available from that connecting place where everything and anything is created. In the strength of this body of water I'm reminded of how close I've come at times to being swallowed up by it. By myself, actually (isn't it all one anyway?) At times I became really good at allowing myself to get lost at sea. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to my 33rd year on Wednesday. My Jesus year. I grieved. It was the best year of my life. Today I sit on the balcony of a condo in Hawaii overlooking the magnificence of life. Not a bad way to start year number 34, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, about that mountain...the juxtaposition of the two incredible miracles ocean and mountain is really quite overpowering at times. Diamond Head stands there as if to say to the ocean "I'm right here always, to support you, to hold you right where you are and to guide you back in case you lose your way." People climb that mountain everyday to see the beauty all around. It's the ocean's biggest promoter. That's what my husband Troy is to me. Someone who is my biggest promoter, stands so strong and helps me find my way back when I lose my way. Thanks, Troy. You are my mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-6796089690109534097?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6796089690109534097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=6796089690109534097' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/6796089690109534097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/6796089690109534097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-7659072013641713809</id><published>2007-06-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:52:17.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>View from Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RmDbDZSOj2I/AAAAAAAAADs/0BlwFVk5sn8/s1600-h/bedroomview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RmDbDZSOj2I/AAAAAAAAADs/0BlwFVk5sn8/s200/bedroomview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071294031792607074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we arrived in Hawaii and are in complete awe by the views from the condo we are staying at.  Diamond head out the bedroom and the ocean out the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW...WOW...WOW.  More to come but right now enjoy the view. We are!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RmDbN5SOj3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-gQJ04GqHCI/s1600-h/balconyview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RmDbN5SOj3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-gQJ04GqHCI/s200/balconyview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071294212181233522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-7659072013641713809?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7659072013641713809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=7659072013641713809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/7659072013641713809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/7659072013641713809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/06/view-from-hawaii.html' title='View from Hawaii'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RmDbDZSOj2I/AAAAAAAAADs/0BlwFVk5sn8/s72-c/bedroomview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-1668880520131557053</id><published>2007-05-31T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:50:17.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rl7gj5SOj1I/AAAAAAAAADk/4yxcZKrOc4c/s1600-h/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rl7gj5SOj1I/AAAAAAAAADk/4yxcZKrOc4c/s200/mickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070737137743073106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we wrap up our final day in Los Angeles.  We've been here for a week and we've held workshops, private sessions and a public demonstration of mediumship.  We've enjoyed seeing friends and family in LA and also enjoyed our day at Disneyland!  We'll write a more detailed LA update with our downtime in Hawaii.  Yes...we are off to Honolulu today.  Next post will be from the beaches of Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-1668880520131557053?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1668880520131557053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=1668880520131557053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1668880520131557053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1668880520131557053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-la.html' title='Life in LA'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rl7gj5SOj1I/AAAAAAAAADk/4yxcZKrOc4c/s72-c/mickey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-3987939798180252402</id><published>2007-05-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:28:56.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin Mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden Gate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa&apos;s party'/><title type='text'>If You're Going to San Francisco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXm9pSOjzI/AAAAAAAAADU/KPDKx-660qs/s1600-h/goldengate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXm9pSOjzI/AAAAAAAAADU/KPDKx-660qs/s200/goldengate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068210902404075314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we saw the Golden Gate Bridge and had seafood on the Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco.  It was a cool experience to see a city that I've seen so often on movies &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXnL5SOj0I/AAAAAAAAADc/LQKBXrCmg1w/s1600-h/cousinmike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXnL5SOj0I/AAAAAAAAADc/LQKBXrCmg1w/s200/cousinmike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068211147217211202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and television.  We also were able to drive down the curviest road in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was also fun because I was able to connect with my cousin, Michael, who I haven't seen in 20 years.  We had the chance to have coffee and catch up.  It was very cool to see him and to have him meet my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off the day we had a wonderful birthday celebration for our friend Lisa.  She hosted a gathering of her friends and we did some group work and private readings for individuals.  Truly an inspired evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-3987939798180252402?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3987939798180252402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=3987939798180252402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3987939798180252402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3987939798180252402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-your-going-to-san-francisco.html' title='If You&apos;re Going to San Francisco...'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXm9pSOjzI/AAAAAAAAADU/KPDKx-660qs/s72-c/goldengate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-1961130622577796370</id><published>2007-05-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:06:24.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Fran'/><title type='text'>More Red Woods and Meeting Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXWDJSOjvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X-5VQXAKvVc/s1600-h/bigfootandtroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 110px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXWDJSOjvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X-5VQXAKvVc/s200/bigfootandtroy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068192305195683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey continued down California today as we visited another Bigfoot statue, drove through a tree and met up with some friends.  Each day is fu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXetZSOjxI/AAAAAAAAADE/T9LRfYbyBOo/s1600-h/drivethroughtree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXetZSOjxI/AAAAAAAAADE/T9LRfYbyBOo/s200/drivethroughtree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068201827138178834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll of new memories and more connections.  We are also thrilled to meet up with our friend, Sheri today.  She is joining us here in San Francisco and LA and then we'll travel to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the San F&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXf2JSOjyI/AAAAAAAAADM/7OsJoVmdM7A/s1600-h/Hopeandjake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 105px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXf2JSOjyI/AAAAAAAAADM/7OsJoVmdM7A/s200/Hopeandjake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068203076973661986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ran area we'll be staying with our friend Lisa and her daughter, Hope.  I know Jake's favorite part of today is having a new girl to play with!  And as he puts it, "I like girls." It's so great to connect with new people on this trip.  We know we are building friendships that will last a life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-1961130622577796370?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1961130622577796370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=1961130622577796370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1961130622577796370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1961130622577796370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-red-woods-and-meeting-friends.html' title='More Red Woods and Meeting Friends'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXWDJSOjvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X-5VQXAKvVc/s72-c/bigfootandtroy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-1765508923823239810</id><published>2007-05-21T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:37:33.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Woods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siskiyou Mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bigfoot'/><title type='text'>California Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXH4JSOjqI/AAAAAAAAACM/pDJL5TogVjI/s1600-h/withchristopher.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXH4JSOjqI/AAAAAAAAACM/pDJL5TogVjI/s200/withchristopher.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068176723054333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we shoved off from Ashland and headed to California.  We had the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXIypSOjrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rKe6ynK5AlU/s1600-h/withcornflower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 79px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXIypSOjrI/AAAAAAAAACU/rKe6ynK5AlU/s200/withcornflower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068177728076680882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chance to meet Cornflower my web designer and his wife Nikita. We also said goodbye to our new friend Christopher.  We thank him and Samantha for their  kindness and hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say we took the "scenic" route back to California today.  We were encou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXJmJSOjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/oiYB3shPBfo/s1600-h/BIGbigfoot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXJmJSOjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/oiYB3shPBfo/s200/BIGbigfoot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068178612839943874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;raged to back track up I-5 and then down to the California Coast and the red woods, instead we were adventurous took I-5 south, saw Mt. Shasta and thought we'd "save" sometime and cut through the Klamath National Forrest and the Siskiyou Mountains. What we discovered what the windy road that cuts through the mountains isn't faster...especially when you start in Oregon, drive to California and then back into Oregon before driving back to California.  However, it was one beautiful ride and we were able to see a HUGE sculpture of Bigfoot in Happy Camp, California..  Yes we are in Bigfoot country...my dreams have come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also mad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXK8JSOjtI/AAAAAAAAACk/LzVPKSS_TUY/s1600-h/Inside+the+Redwood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXK8JSOjtI/AAAAAAAAACk/LzVPKSS_TUY/s200/Inside+the+Redwood.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068180090308693714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e it to the Red Wood Forest and were amazed by what we saw.  Words can't describe the majestic experience of being among those trees.  It is truly something out of "Lord of the Rings."  Favorite part of that experience...or most memorable...sliding down the hill with Chanda and Jake.  We weren't wearing the right shoes to be tromping around the forest and hit a real steep embankment and slipped.  We had one good laugh after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quick stop at the beach in Crescent City and then traveled on to spend the night in Arcata.  Ah...a hotel...two big beds...and a pool.  It's nice to have a space to call our own if only for one night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-1765508923823239810?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1765508923823239810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=1765508923823239810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1765508923823239810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1765508923823239810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/california-here-we-come.html' title='California Here We Come'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlXH4JSOjqI/AAAAAAAAACM/pDJL5TogVjI/s72-c/withchristopher.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-8009682736599800241</id><published>2007-05-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:43:54.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Row Your Boat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashland'/><title type='text'>Our Ashland Experience</title><content type='html'>Hello from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ashland&lt;/span&gt;.  Today was a very good day.  We made are trip down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashland&lt;/span&gt; this morning and arrived here about 1:30 p.m.  I held a public event at the Rouge Valley Metaphysical Library.  WOW...what a place.  I could spend years in this library reading all the wonderful books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice intimate group session this afternoon and the messages were inspi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE6spSOjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dh7vM1NTfFY/s1600-h/RVML.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 167px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE6spSOjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dh7vM1NTfFY/s320/RVML.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066895594439478898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ring and touching.  One spirit came forward very strong and relayed a very specific message.  During the communication I had the song in my head, "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore" and so I communicated that to the woman.  She immediate laughed out loud and knew exactly who it was.   She then went on to tell us the woman in spirit loved that song and that they sang it all the time.  I believe everyone in spirit was amazed by the specific reference to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our accommodations, we are totally blessed to be staying with a wonderful couple in Ashland.  Christopher and Samantha are friends of my web designer, Cornflower.  It's great to meet such a like minded couple.   We've learned a lot from our time together and look forward to building our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to California tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-8009682736599800241?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8009682736599800241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=8009682736599800241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/8009682736599800241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/8009682736599800241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-ashland-experience.html' title='Our Ashland Experience'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE6spSOjnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Dh7vM1NTfFY/s72-c/RVML.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-3199214727810597785</id><published>2007-05-20T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:18:54.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five Star Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working with Troy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unity Church in Eugene'/><title type='text'>Public Event in Eugene</title><content type='html'>Last night we did a public event at the Unity Church in Eugene. It was well attended and it was the first time Troy and I gave messages together. Everyone was pleased, and it showed in the numbers of private sessions scheduled for today. Troy and I worked well together, I think we always knew &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE5rpSOjmI/AAAAAAAAABs/iVQnDLpeukM/s1600-h/EugeneFriend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE5rpSOjmI/AAAAAAAAABs/iVQnDLpeukM/s320/EugeneFriend.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066894477747981922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we would but we just never created the opportunity before. The message work really flowed and people were visibly touched by the experience. We are staying with a wonderful woman who was connected through Troy’s mom. We have had nothing but five star accommodations, being treated like kings and queens. It has been a complete pleasure being in this town, it’s very similar to Fargo in size and feel. Tonight is our last night here before moving on to Ashland. We are rested and rejuvenated and ready to take on another city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-3199214727810597785?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3199214727810597785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=3199214727810597785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3199214727810597785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3199214727810597785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/public-event-in-eugene.html' title='Public Event in Eugene'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE5rpSOjmI/AAAAAAAAABs/iVQnDLpeukM/s72-c/EugeneFriend.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-7871065441122768704</id><published>2007-05-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:15:48.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE4oZSOjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7KeUfwFJMKs/s1600-h/Beach1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 145px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE4oZSOjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7KeUfwFJMKs/s320/Beach1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066893322401779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the road to Eugene, Oregon today. We drove up the coast to Astoria, where they filmed the movie “The Goonies.” I’m guessing you all can figure out who was led there ☺ We had a wonderful time, stopped at Canon Beach, had a picnic and then continued our drive, mouths hanging wide open in awe of the lush green vegetation. The trees on hills and cliffs shooting up to the sky seemed to represent determination and perseverance. It was cold, but we didn’t care, so pleased to be at the ocean. The fresh sea air filled my lungs and I watched Jake and Troy run around on the sand, dancing about and looking for seashells. What an awesome moment to be with my family on this trek, this mecca, this pursuit of ourselves. To stop and take it all in was awesome and today we stuck to fresh green veggies, brown rice and other whole grains. No more puke buckets in site ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note…I was incredibly moved by the amount of hawks I saw circling around and above me. Every time I turned around, there were hawks…I didn’t think anything of it initially, but after the 3rd or 4th time I began to believe the messages they were trying to send were intended for me. This is the research we found online for the symbolism of the hawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In representation to humanity, the hawk is called messenger, protector and visionary. Ke&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE47pSOjlI/AAAAAAAAABk/na-AZ88eSoo/s1600-h/Jakeatbeach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 180px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE47pSOjlI/AAAAAAAAABk/na-AZ88eSoo/s320/Jakeatbeach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066893653114261074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en vision is one of it’s greatest gifts. Hawks see things others miss. The hawk comes to you indicating that you are now awakening to your soul purpose. Your reason for being here. It can teach you how to fly high while keeping yourself connected to the earth. As you rise to a higher level, your psychic energies are awakening and the hawk can help you to keep those senses in balance. It’s message for you is to be open to hope and new ideas, to the vision of your life. The Hawk is known as a messenger, similar to the planet Mercury (also the planet of my sign Gemini). If a hawk has soared into your life, you require a higher perspective. You need to see the details of what is going on and look at the bigger picture. Take a look at your situation from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-7871065441122768704?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7871065441122768704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=7871065441122768704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/7871065441122768704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/7871065441122768704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-from-coast.html' title='More from the coast'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE4oZSOjkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7KeUfwFJMKs/s72-c/Beach1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-2454969047097975806</id><published>2007-05-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:38:53.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Coast</title><content type='html'>Well, in just about 25 minutes we shove off from Portland to the Coast.  We are going to head up to Astoria first.  The point where the Columbia River flows into the Ocean...and the sight where the movie Goonies was shot! You can read more here...http://www.astoria-usa.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll update you on the week in Portland.  Some powerful connections and inspiring signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Troy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-2454969047097975806?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2454969047097975806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=2454969047097975806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2454969047097975806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2454969047097975806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/down-coast.html' title='Down the Coast'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-320471301479118216</id><published>2007-05-17T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:10:23.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jake Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbyes with Joan'/><title type='text'>Our Final Day in Portland</title><content type='html'>I rested so well last night, however Jake did end up with a case of food poisoning (we think) and was vomiting all morning. Poor little guy. What a trooper, he came with us to our sessions today and between naps he just sat with us in sessions, watching intently. He was looking a bit better and hadn’t eaten much. We are pretty certain there was a purging of some kind for Jake. All the pressure and stress of getting ready for this adventure had really taken its toll on us all emotionally and mentally. Jason Roth had given me some advice a few weeks ago when Jake was having unusual bed wetting episodes to “weather the storm.” Jake, too, shows us every time when things are getting a little goofy energetically. Most kids do, if they are tuned in at all to the energies of their surroundings. So I felt confident this was another cue that things were growing a little intense, and big things were being felt by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE3PpSOjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/sX2-0nAMQgg/s1600-h/Joanandgang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE3PpSOjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/sX2-0nAMQgg/s320/Joanandgang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066891797688389170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time to let it go” was becoming the main theme for the week, and apparently now it was Jake’s turn. Over the course of the day he mended and so enjoyed being with us that he cried and moaned when it was time to leave. Jake is usually our gauge if a place is o.k. to hang out in, he is so sensitive to energies in his surroundings (join the club, Jake!) Being at the store, though…he was feeling better, his energy calmed down, and he didn’t want to leave. Add that to the list of signs we were receiving and it started to become very clear this is now something to seriously consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time with Joan and the wonderful healers at the store came to an end. As we said our goodbyes, I just looked at her and asked “so what now?” In her very calm, confident way she replied to the gist of “be open to receiving the answer either way and you’ll know what to do.” The connection between the two of us is so strong and when we said our goodbyes, we hugged not able to let go. The tears just came as if from nowhere and Joan whispered in my ear “welcome home.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-320471301479118216?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/320471301479118216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=320471301479118216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/320471301479118216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/320471301479118216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-final-day-in-portland.html' title='Our Final Day in Portland'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE3PpSOjjI/AAAAAAAAABU/sX2-0nAMQgg/s72-c/Joanandgang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-704620393845374284</id><published>2007-05-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:24:24.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='84'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour Property'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portland Ideas'/><title type='text'>Day Two at Healing Waters</title><content type='html'>Well, the Universe heard possibility and when I walked into the store I had 3 back-to- back sessions already scheduled. I dove in, and the day flowed so magically. We were booked for sessions up until the end, and in those moments between, Troy and I would give each other high fives. We had really gotten on the 84 for real (read our previous blog for the meaning behind the number 84) and there was no stopping us. To my dismay, Joan was gone for the day and that meant I had to wait to pick her brain about any more insights or impressions she may have had about the previous night. We took a more extensive tour of the property, and the beautiful thing is there is a house attached to the store that Joan uses to live in and to host workshops and gatherings and an apartment above the store whose tenants are on their way out. I couldn’t help myself as the pieces of a very interesting puzzle began coming together…did I manifest this? If we lived there we would have no commute, we would be able to build our business there, see clients and assist the store with publicity and PR efforts, giving it the lift it is crying out for. The fresh food markets and restaurants in the area are amazing, and right next door exists a beautiful church where Joan also hosts events when a larger space is needed. A vision of Troy presenting in the church to a packed crowd entered my mind. Then I quickly shut it off, deciding again it was better not to get into my head about it, but instead to continue to stay open and notice what I notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-704620393845374284?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/704620393845374284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=704620393845374284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/704620393845374284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/704620393845374284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-two-at-healing-waters.html' title='Day Two at Healing Waters'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-913712223806278665</id><published>2007-05-15T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:06:10.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magician Card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fargo Connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Year'/><title type='text'>Our First Day at Healing Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE2u5SOjiI/AAAAAAAAABM/W3ZPJvXVJfk/s1600-h/Healing+Waters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 111px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE2u5SOjiI/AAAAAAAAABM/W3ZPJvXVJfk/s320/Healing+Waters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066891235047673378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempt to put into words the incredible experience of being me the past few days. Being in Fargo just a week and a half ago seems like an eternity ago. Not to sound clichéd, but the signs are everywhere for change. We’ve been so blessed to have had three amazing days of readings at Healing Waters and Sacred Spaces in Portland. Before we came here, I had done a phone reading with the owner, Joan. Her deceased uncle came forward for communication. He told Joan that meeting me would be like seeing herself at my age, in my “Jesus year” at 33. Joan’s uncle gave the message very clearly that it would be like family, we would have an instant connection. I thought it really sweet at the time, and Joan was open to receiving the information and we left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the store for our first day of readings, Troy and I each had one scheduled right away. What a perfect start to the day! No coincidences my first client’s name was Peg, dark hair and everything. Peg was our dear friend and mentor who crossed over a year and a half ago. That was so reassuring. After that session it was slow. We sat most of the rest of the day staring at each other, reminding each other to stay on the 84 and reading our A Course in Miracles book (surely that would help matters ☺). That evening we had our public event, we were dressed in our Sunday best for the occasion and we were incredibly surprised, yet blessed to have 1 person attend the event besides the owner Joan. You can imagine our dismay. The kicker is the 1 person in attendance was originally from Fargo. HA! What a hoot. She said she never checked her news bulletins from Healing Waters and for some reason she did this time did. She saw that we were coming to the store, and could not pass up the opportunity. The evening was perfect. Troy and I took turns giving messages, and then we were inspired to do a round robin exercise giving each other messages. It was incredible. By the end of the session we learned that Joan at Healing Waters has felt the need for finding help with her store, giving it a boost and also so she can do more traveling. I drew the Magician tarot card to help describe the person she would attract. It didn’t at all occur to me at the time that the Magician card is a card that repeatedly comes up for Troy and I  until later we were chatting and Joan told us that her astrologer and spiritual advisors/guides have instructed her that this person or people would come into her life in May. She received more than one instruction to pay attention. As she was telling us this story, I was struck with the Magician card again. I couldn’t let it go, and spent until two in the morning doing various tarot readings hoping it would show me that it was a silly fantasy and to let it go. Portland? Why Portland? I don’t like traffic, I don’t care for how rainy it is there, and I never saw myself working in a city of any kind, the country girl in me too attached to wide open spaces. Each subsequent reading I did only supported the notion of me being the one to assist Joan with her mission. I decided to let the thought rest and went to bed ready for whatever came next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-913712223806278665?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/913712223806278665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=913712223806278665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/913712223806278665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/913712223806278665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-first-day-at-healing-waters.html' title='Our First Day at Healing Waters'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE2u5SOjiI/AAAAAAAAABM/W3ZPJvXVJfk/s72-c/Healing+Waters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-2361194799368699450</id><published>2007-05-14T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:57:25.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I-84'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aha Moment'/><title type='text'>The 84</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE0spSOjgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lQD6exAyPoU/s1600-h/HPIM0141_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 120px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE0spSOjgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lQD6exAyPoU/s320/HPIM0141_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066888997369712130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Chanda and I had one of those "Aha" moments that changes everything.  We came to a place of pure clarity on what we are up to here and why...and it has nothing to do with how many people we sit with or how many people show up at our events....it comes down to service and sharing our work full out.  We gained this clarity on I-84 just after passing through downtown Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all started because we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forecasted&lt;/span&gt; the numbers for our Portland experience.  We determined what our expenses would be, what we projected our numbers to be, basically we prepped a P&amp;amp;L sheet for the trip.  When it became clear that the numbers we had projected were not going to be the numbers that would show up we PANICKED.  We started running the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coulda&lt;/span&gt; on the trip, the fear kicked in and we started making each other and ourselves wrong...Chanda had actually coached me on it early in the day, at that point she was speaking the channeled insight but not necessarily hearing it herself.  Because it wasn't until we were driving on I-84 that it hit us both and it sunk in.  We go clear that it wasn't about how much money we "had" to make.  And if it was then we'd loose the whole reason for being there...which was to serve.  Now of course as business people we understand that we still have to pay the bills, etc.  But it became so clear that the money IS THERE, IS COMING AND WILL CONTINUE TO COME.  It just may not look like how we thought it would  and as a result we had to let go of our attachment to the outcome and just allow the experience to be what it is.  That clarity provided such a wonderful sense of peace.  That I believe for the first time we really got how this works and why when we just allow it truly does manifest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you're in a rut and concerned about how something is going to play out.  Remember to catch the I-84 of allowing and that is when the real abundance flows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-2361194799368699450?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2361194799368699450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=2361194799368699450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2361194799368699450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/2361194799368699450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/84.html' title='The 84'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RlE0spSOjgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lQD6exAyPoU/s72-c/HPIM0141_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-3455544851515890708</id><published>2007-05-13T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:15:52.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie Jeep'/><title type='text'>The Joy for Jake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rkf-XP2h2ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CFjJli0_XQI/s1600-h/HPIM0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rkf-XP2h2ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CFjJli0_XQI/s320/HPIM0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064295981347101074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jake could write about what his favorite part about the last few days in Carlton, OR have been...he'd write THE BARBIE JEEP and his 2nd cousin Riley. You can about guess what he now wants for his birthday this August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-3455544851515890708?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3455544851515890708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=3455544851515890708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3455544851515890708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3455544851515890708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy-for-jake.html' title='The Joy for Jake!'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/Rkf-XP2h2ZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CFjJli0_XQI/s72-c/HPIM0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-1188421767549299252</id><published>2007-05-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:54:03.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother Quits Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk with Troy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suitcase Picture'/><title type='text'>Life in a Suitcase</title><content type='html'>Troy, Jacob and I typically live with suitcases packed and by the door, ready to head out on another journey. We get home from one trip, and the bags stay packed, in the middle of the bedroom floor for at least a week, calling us to consider what the next adventure will be. Even if it’s just a day trip, there isn’t much that can keep us tied down for too long. Even Jacob often asks “where are we going now, mamma?”  No matter how long it is between trips, we are usually ready to go as if one part of our essence is connected to the world. I truly feel at home in other places, and become uncomfortable and restless if it has been too long in one place. I hear my friend and partner Sheri saying to me as she reads this “yes, Chanda that is attributed to your Gemini nature.”  Part of me wonders if I find it hard to be at home in myself and that’s why I constantly seek and search for something new, unique and unusual to explore? Possibly. Or it’s remnants of a past life spent as a gypsy, wandering from port to port, town to town, begging for food and lodging and feeling free and connected to the possibility of what a new day would bring, not knowing what I would eat, who I would meet, but loving every moment of the joy of wandering. Vagabonds don’t call one place home, they continue searching, roaming about as citizens of the world. As I write that a twinge of anxiety creeps in. O.K. maybe the life of the vagabond isn’t for me in this lifetime. Perhaps in the past one I neglected community in hopes of avoiding responsibility and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy and I went for a long walk this morning. There was a tinge of missing home that completely caught me off guard. I thought to myself “oh, boy. This is going to be a long trip if you’re already missing home.” I can hear Sheri my Astrologer and best friend saying “it’s your Taurus Moon sign that needs stability and security.” O.K. fine. Regardless, it made me ponder why we were drawn to make such a drastic change to our current existence, why we put everything on hold in our current community to stretch out, reach out to other communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really don’t know anyone who’s done this before, so the best I can figure is it was guided by Spirit. As we open ourselves up to the beauty of divine guidance, using the cues and signs all around, we know we have done the right thing. In the true spirit of contribution, service has no boundaries…doesn’t discriminate. Now I find myself in moments with my family members where I sense Spirit present and guiding my words, giving me pictures and insight into what to say. We are paying extra special attention to the lessons we are to learn being so far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Chad quit his job. We had been in contact several times over the past few months and using my intuitive abilities, I helped Chad see where it may serve him to get started in another direction. The current situation was stifling his Spirit, and he was allowing it to drag him down to a place none of us want to be. So with the support of his loving wife, he quit. Now he’s combining his skills and talents in a new business that he will record and edit wedding videos. That is just a stepping stone. He has goals and dreams of being a professional card player. I believe he will do it. His attitude is fantastic, there is this new zest for living that I haven’t seen in him for a really long time. We have spent time talking heart to heart about what the implications of his choice will be. There is nothing that we can think of that would stop him from being successful. After we did some work with the tarot cards and pendulum, it reinforced even more for him that he did the right thing at this moment. The choice is his now, to take action and prioritize. However, I can see a drive and a fire that I haven’t experienced in him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here in this moment, I am connecting to possibility in my family, helping them see and move past their fears. With our own act of declaration of what we are creating, we have inspired others to believe in themselves, to take action in a new way, to be bold and breathe life into the way they see serving the world with their gifts. Giving others the gift of seeing all of life’s possibilities is priceless. That’s what I know for sure. It comes back tenfold. Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to see that it doesn’t matter how exotic the location, how beautiful the sunset, how wonderful the food, how magnificent the view…where I am is where I serve. Everyday and at every moment. However, waking up to the magnificence of nature, taking a risk like never before has left me inspired by my own courage and is making me stronger. I’m sending out the message to the universe to BRING IT ON. I’m ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Chanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-1188421767549299252?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1188421767549299252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=1188421767549299252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1188421767549299252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1188421767549299252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-suitcase.html' title='Life in a Suitcase'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-3011141132156245860</id><published>2007-05-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:40:34.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Up the Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkPdif2h2XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TkdRnoRGk8I/s1600-h/HPIM0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 171px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkPdif2h2XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TkdRnoRGk8I/s320/HPIM0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063133990830070130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I made it up the mountain. Mount Hood, that is.  This  beacon of  light and power in the city of Portland, Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began quite slowly, with nine of us getting ready for the day. It was a comedy of errors this morning as we sorted through luggage for just the right clothing for the day, concerned with what the weather would bring us? My dad was on the phone trying to arrange the rental car details, I was ironing the shirt Troy insisted on wearing, Troy was finishing the newsletter we sent out today, everyone was rotating showers while entertaining my cousin's three dogs and two cats. Our time of departure this morning was pushed back from 9 a.m. to 10 a.m., then from 10 a.m. to 11 a.m. and by 11:30, we were all snugly packed into two vehicles ready for the trip up the mountain. But first, there were more stops. First to the Portland sky tram, then to the gas station, then to Whole Foods (gotta love it) for lunch...I began to think we really weren't going to make it by sunset to see this pinnacle in the clouds. It was 3 p.m. and we still had 2 hours to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had cleared, and I kept my focus on that mountain as it continued to beckon and whisper. I felt the pulse of it like a heartbeat constant, steady, strong, the life force of this monument feeding the city. Palpable. Why was this seemingly uncontrollable urge mounting in me? It seemed to be taking over, and I knew that I would not be able to leave this city without going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started the trek up the winding road. The messages from Mount Hood grew stronger, more intense somehow, the urgency increasing and my own heartbeat began fluttering faster in anticipation of what I would encounter at the top. Every twist and turn on the highway up the slope brought more and more danger, the road grew more and more narrow, the barricade blocking us from tumbling off the cliff was nothing more than a metal fence here and there, worn and rusted. One wrong move or distraction and the risk of potentially going off the cliff into nothingness pressed us to quietly charge onward, carefully navigating the course. It occurred to me that the switchback turns started becoming more and more steep, and more and more often. We wouldn't know what each turn would bring us, or what we would see until we turned the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we would get around a turn and look off into the distance, the valley covered in lush green trees, the vegetation welcoming us, the intense beauty of it all with the sun streaming through the clouds...God are you there? I mean, God you really are there...I mean here...and everywhere. I feel it now. I know that inside. It is the most clear when I let go and experience and feel the danger of the risk, faithfully charging onward. No fear, God. NO FEAR HERE. I surrender now, what am I opening up to, what whispers on my heart will you have me understand today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach the top. My breath catches. I didn't anticipate being so close. The peak of the mountain shoots upward, I feel instantly at peace and overcome with emotion. The mountain says to me to reach to the sky just as it has done. It does so day after day, never complaining, just reaches up, welcomes whoever needs it's power and does not discriminate. It reminds me to take care of others just as it does, and to be a source that helps others experience the thrill of connecting to the spirit within. Just like a mountain. Just like Mount Hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we make our way back down the mountain, I am acutely aware of what I learned from a work of art today, and by the way something I was just as much a part of creating as the rest of the God consciousness. Pride seeps in and for a moment I take just a pinch of credit for being a part of this awesome network of minds that creates such magnificence. I am also aware that just like the winding road of life, this mountain road was at times scary, difficult to navigate, trying and slow, uncertain, requiring courage, hope, faith to climb. When the twists and turns of life are navigated, what's around the corner isn't always so clear. But when you get around it and see that it's o.k., you're still doing it, faithfully and diligently pressing on...that's when the beauty is the most profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mount Hood. You are a great teacher, healer and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best to you all as you make your own way up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Chanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-3011141132156245860?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3011141132156245860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=3011141132156245860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3011141132156245860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/3011141132156245860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/moving-up-mountain.html' title='Moving Up the Mountain'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkPdif2h2XI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TkdRnoRGk8I/s72-c/HPIM0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-860850199847558654</id><published>2007-05-10T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:03:55.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. Hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suitcase Picture'/><title type='text'>Arriving in the Pacific NW</title><content type='html'>Hello from Camas, WA.  We made it out to the Pacific Northwest yesterday…all 5 suitcases, 3 carry on bags, a purse and a car seat.  I swear we have everything but the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying into Po&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkPc9_2h2WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TLvKmUP2Bf4/s1600-h/HPIM0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkPc9_2h2WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TLvKmUP2Bf4/s320/HPIM0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063133363764844898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rtland was beautiful.  Seeing Mt. Hood and Mt. Saint Helens from the air was unbelievable.  Last night we just hung out at Chanda’s cousin Debbie’s place in Camas, which is just across the river from Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went out for a run and listened to my ipod, as I followed the trail, I was struck by the beauty I was surrounded by.  I also took 10 min to just sit quietly in the woods and observe all the miracles around me: the lush green, the delicate flowers and the perfect spider webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also aware of the pure gratitude I’m feeling.  Here we are in the Pacific Northwest starting this new chapter in our lives…and there is such a joy and excitement for all that will unfold.  People long for this experience and now we get to live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to explore Portland and then go to Mt. Hood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-860850199847558654?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/860850199847558654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=860850199847558654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/860850199847558654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/860850199847558654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/arriving-in-pacific-nw.html' title='Arriving in the Pacific NW'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkPc9_2h2WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TLvKmUP2Bf4/s72-c/HPIM0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-8337047921156528594</id><published>2007-05-08T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:17:22.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful Goddess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freeport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s Card'/><title type='text'>The Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>Although it still feels like Tuesday to me, here we are at 12:33 on Wednesday morning and in just 10 hours we'll be on the plane to Portland, OR.  What a journey so far.  This past weekend was the &lt;a href="http://fargo.edgelife.net/"&gt;Fargo Holistic Expo&lt;/a&gt; it was the first expo for us and we were very pleased with the experience.  We met many wonderful people and are excited to be back again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, it's been a full one.  I woke up about 4 a.m. this morning with the need to start getting things tied up before we left.  I caught up on my email and finalized some paperwork.  These past few days have all kind of blended together.  Between packing the car, running errands, cleaning the house and making sure everything is in place on our journey I'm pretty darn proud that we made it out of the town by 4:00 p.m.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkFl_f2h2UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ouySW6qXQHo/s1600-h/HPIM0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkFl_f2h2UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ouySW6qXQHo/s320/HPIM0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062439597697521986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear friend Sheri Woxland drove us down to the cities and we made one pit stop in &lt;a href="http://www.freeportmn.org/"&gt;Freeport, MN&lt;/a&gt; where we took a few pictures to capture our first stop.  I suppose in some respects it became more of a photo op to showcase Chanda and Sheri's new matching shirts from &lt;a href="http://thegratefulgoddess.com/"&gt;"The Grateful Goddess."&lt;/a&gt; A new line of clothing and gifts from created by our friends Darcy and Sheila.  Apparently Chanda and Sheri just showed up wearing the same thing.  What's the expression, great minds think alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by far my favorite part of the day was receiving a wonderful card of encouragement from my Dad.  He's been recently came up with an idea to create a line of greeting cards that are inspired by spirit.  Now mind you my Dad doesn't consider himself a medium but after reading his card...there is no doubt he has the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front of the card was printed with the following: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." - Confucius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the inspiring words he wrote on the inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SPIRIT MEMO: Inspired by Grandpa Leonard and delivered by his Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No spirit is more vulnerable yet more resilient than the Human Spirit.  It transcends time in ways most cannot understand, dare not consider let alone dare believe.  Yet it exists, a gift of the Universe to those who open themselves to explore its reality.  You have a key to unlock these doors, to help the broken, distraught and lonely realize there is much to be shared from the vastness of this universe.  We, (those of us) who have passed over often reach out, but too often cannot touch.  You, Troy, lift US and lift Those that dare explore the continuum of the Spirit ultimately connecting us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in ways that truly matter.  Your integrity, honesty and sensitivity light a path that is comforting to the many who wonder if at all, it might be true.  Serve many with this gift and you will be richly blessed in ways you have not yet conceived.  Continue to nourish that resilient Spirit that exists in us all.  Through inspirational words, thoughts and actions you will be God's blessing to many, be so humbly and those needing your insights shall appear as often as you attract them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I brag about you up here and give out lots of referrals.  Your Dad probably doesn't really know how much he was inspired to write the above but trust me he was.  And even though I used to stick my tongue out at you, ask about your girlfriends and be silly with you, I thought it important that you carry these thoughts in your heart as you write this new chapter in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always told your Dad to carry some emergency money tucked away in his wallet and to this day he does.  I also told him to make sure you had some there too.  Grandma says to travel safely and she and I send our love and light...PS: Grandpa Ed is giving you Two Thumbs Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit as I read these words out loud I got choked up.  My Dad is an incredible writer and when he let's the inspiration flow...it's truly touching.  I'll never forget this message from him and my Grandfather.  I believe he's on to something here.  Stay tuned for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkFnMP2h2VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rDLEDlK8PWg/s1600-h/HPIM0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkFnMP2h2VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rDLEDlK8PWg/s320/HPIM0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062440916252481874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I best be hitting the hay.  I need to be up in 6 hours.  I think my Dad, Sheri and Chanda are still up reading tarot cards.  What a trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-8337047921156528594?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8337047921156528594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=8337047921156528594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/8337047921156528594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/8337047921156528594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/journey-begins.html' title='The Journey Begins'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v42_kh1_--g/RkFl_f2h2UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ouySW6qXQHo/s72-c/HPIM0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3024781877489519600.post-1484151886783238445</id><published>2007-05-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T05:29:24.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KVLY interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parkinson Productions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fargo Holistic Expo'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>This morning I'm struck by the expression...today is the first day of the rest of your life. After working at a great production company for almost 7 years, I'm not out on my own creating a new business and following a new passion. The exciting part for me is that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I'm not alone. First and foremost, I'm teaming up with my incredibly talented and intuitive wife to create &lt;a href="http://www.parkinsonproductions.com"&gt;Parkinson Productions, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; A company that produces inspiring workshops, products and events for the spirit, mind and body. We also have a wonderful community of people supporting and encouraging us along the way. With support like that we know we'll have nothing but success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think about what this first day with no "job" would be like. I figured I'd sleep in, have a relaxing morning etc. Instead, I was up earlier than usual to be on KVLY the local NBC affiliate's morning show for a 6:40 a.m. interview about the &lt;a href="http://fargo.edgelife.net"&gt;Fargo Holistic Expo&lt;/a&gt; and my work as a &lt;a href="http://www.troyparkinson.com"&gt;medium&lt;/a&gt;. It was a great experience and I am totally grateful to have had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the first day of the rest of my life...nothing like hitting the ground running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3024781877489519600-1484151886783238445?l=theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1484151886783238445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3024781877489519600&amp;postID=1484151886783238445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1484151886783238445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3024781877489519600/posts/default/1484151886783238445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theparkinsonadventures.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Troy Parkinson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14748746565458698514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/481/3541/1600/663263/Troy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
