by Deborah Globus

by Deborah Globus

by Deborah Globus

by Deborah Globus

Sacrifice is a letting go of something, but who wants to let go of what they love? 


In the new age circles, sacrificing what was no longer useful or what we didn’t want became the go-to thing but that isn’t how the original practice went.

What would it mean to me to give away something of value, something that meant something to me?  

I explored this idea the year I turned 29 and decided it was high time I had a coming of age ceremony.  I had been exploring my teenage years in my journal and had healed many of the hurts, while at the same time recognizing the destructive patterns I was still following that grew out of those hurts.

I had decided it was time to put my angsty teenage years aside and embrace this thing called adulthood.

I needed a symbol of those years and I had just the thing: my space tye-dye.  (See the image to the left.)  

It was a beautiful shirt, Dead Head style, with an elaborate blending of blues and greens that I could never hope to achieve with my limited tye dying abilities.  

I had purchased it at the age of 16 from a local music store where I used to sell friendship bracelets I made where they’d sell for a hefty mark-up.  I couldn’t afford the shirt alone.  At $24 it was out of my price range, so my boyfriend and I split the cost with the intention of sharing it (which of course meant that I kept it and wore it all the time!)

All those years later I was still wearing it.  The boy and I had broken up years before.  I was married and the mother of a 2 year old. 

 It was time to let the shirt go.

But I loved it!  I loved its softness.  I loved its colors.  I loved the memories of it and of who I felt I was when I wore it.  At the same time I recognized that I was stuck and that, if I didn’t find a way to release the past that had haunted me all those years, I would never grow beyond it.

The shirt had to go.

There was a bonfire, and friends – friends who were equally determined to grow out of their old selves, their limiting beliefs.  The shirt caught quickly and burned spectacularly.

It hurt like hell to watch it go; what I had done was irredeemable, the shirt would never be mine again. 


There wasn’t a feeling of exaltation as I had always assumed my ancestors felt while sacrificing.  These were real feelings, practical feelings – sadness, loss, grief.

It was there, in the fire light that I finally understood what the practice of sacrifice is about: it signaled willingness.

In that moment of sadness I had demonstrated to the Universe just how ready I was to let go of my past.  

I was willing to undergo discomfort; I was willing to experience sadness and grief in order to arrive at a new place of being.

And I also  realized that if I was willing to experience all those negative emotions I was more than willing to experience the positive side of growth and reap the rewards of my work.  


I had shown that to the Universe, and to myself.

And all it cost me was a shirt.

So, what are you willing to experience?  

What discomfort would you undergo to make the world (or just yourself) a better place?  What would you sacrifice?



Would you care to come along on the journey?  We’re only three days in. Terri and I would love to have you along for the journey!

by Deborah Globus

It’s National Disaster Day or so Facebook tells me.  It’s also my birthday. 

 I’m turning 42 and I’m actually pretty psyched about it.

First of all, I am now the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything.  

Douglas Adams, author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe reminds us “in large, friendly letters” – Don’t Panic.  I’ve got this awesome mug from my cousins that I use every day to remind me!

That’s just the first part of it, though.  

by Deborah Globus

We’re an inter-faith family.

But that’s not quite true.

by Deborah GLobus

I’m taking a class with Mark Silver and meeting all kinds of cool people.

People like Rosa who tells me that La Padre is a slang term for “awesome” in Mexico!  How cool is that?

And catching themes, my friend Christine over at Light Spirit Coaching sent me this one on being amazing (truly, you ARE!)

Ever wondered why I call myself La Padre?  Read the story of how I got my name here.

by Deborah Globus

I got this email from a client who was working with me on a ritual to bless her new office space:

“Interesting development this morning – I ran into the landlord (the man whose office used to be in my space).

(Backstory: They’ve been planning on moving out of the building for months now but haven’t been able to get the final permit approval on their new building so it’s been delayed. Because I’m in his old office, and they’re still storing some things in the attic up here, and because they still use my reception area, it feels unfinished and the energy is a little weird. )

Anyway, he told me this morning that they finally got the approvals and will be moving out completely within the upcoming week.

Maybe the blessing and “claiming” was the last little push to the Universe to get things moving. :)”

When we do rituals and set intentions we do so with the expectation that they will be fulfilled.  A cool bonus is the often unexpected benefits that show up.

And that’s why I love ritual!

by Deborah Globus

I woke this morning to find him standing on the threshold.

Literally.

He was crouched between the dining room and kitchen, breathing, heavy.  It was almost as if he realized he stands on an even greater threshold.

His heart is broken.

Literally.

The murmur has grown steadily worse and now, at only two and a half he is dying.

Dolce, the kitten who never quite lived up to his name.  The cat we chased after calling “let me LOVE you!!”

But he became part of the family, an active member of our clan which extends from turtle and lizard, to dog and cats.  And now he’s leaving us, breaking our hearts as he goes.

by Deborah Globus