Family. This word has a great deal of meaning to each individual, and the meaning means so many different things to everyone. For me, I was fortunate to have grown up with parents that loved me, and sisters that also loved me too, although we often had times, especially my older sister and I, that we didn’t like each other very much. I think, as I look back on those times, that we both were emerging into who we were to become out of such different chrysalises. Who we ultimately became was so completely different from one another; it makes a lot of sense that we didn’t have much of a connection early on to one another. I grew to love my older sister in such a profound way when I saw how she interacted and loved my own children. One of my favorite photos I have of her is her, in a bathing suit with sea soaked hair, with my two daughters, donned in snorkeling get up complete with flippers, having emerged from the cove at our Hawaiian resort. After seeing Jaws in 1970, my fear of sharks precluded me from getting any further than waist deep in that water (I know, I know – a ridiculous result from a movie in which you can literally see the cables pulling the fake shark in almost every angle). As for my younger sister, she and I grew to like each other, a bit earlier. Being four years older than my younger sister, I just didn’t appreciate her until we were both young adults. She has the biggest heart of anyone I know and she parents so much like I do that we quickly became each other’s go to once we had children. When my sister, Kellie, hugs you, she holds on for an extended time and it is in that time that you feel your heart connect to hers. She is a true gift to this world and I cannot imagine the world without her.
I’ve come to understand that my family, this family of mine from my early years, was not the norm for most, or at least that is true for my extended family, my family of friends, as I learned later in life. Having two stable parents that love you seems now to me, in retrospection, to have been a luxury that I so didn’t appreciate at the time because I thought it was what everyone else had. That just wasn’t the case for so many that I know today but it gave me a foundation that I have so appreciated.
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Hand’s down, Easter has always been my favorite Holiday. It always signified to me that spring had sprung, and that meant that there were a lot of great things on the horizon – end of the school year, my birthday, and endless hours of summer in which we could play night games well into the evening in our neighborhood. In Northern California, quite different from the cold Easters my own children have shivered through and grown up in, my sisters and I donned our short sleeve Easter dresses, white gloves and shiny dress shoes, loaded into the station wagon with my parents, and went to Easter service. We would return home feeling the “buzz” in the air promising an Easter Egg hunt, baskets, and chocolate bunnies – it was the one time of the year when my Mom didn’t restrict our sugar intake – my sister Kellie used discretion about this – my sister Kymberly and I absolutely did not!
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AuthorKristyn Baker, CECP, is an intuitive energy healer and writer. Her forty years of working with energy medicine has evolved as she has expanded her own healing abilities and understandings. Combining her abilities as an Emotion Code practitioner and Simpson Protocol practioner with her intuitive insights and channeling, opens opportunities to heal and to release what no longer serves. . Archives
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