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Tony’s Letters

It was a cool Autumn day. The leaves along the hillside had began to change to their delightful tones of red, yellow, and burnt orange to decorate for the autumn season.

I had drove to town to ‘check’ Sunshine Messages post office box. With little to no expectations of finding a letter. It had been brought to my attention that ‘snail’ mail was considered a thing of the past, so why would I believe anyone would take time to write Sunshine Messages?

As I stood next to the recycling bin tossing one advertisement after the other into a sea of unwanted ‘junk’ mail, something caught my eye! A small, crumpled, letter. It was difficult to read due to the smudged letters on the outside. The address was correct…P.O. Box 173 Milton Ky. 40045. But it was not made out to Sunshine.

Hmmmm, I curiously flipped it back and forth attempting to decide if it was placed in the wrong mail box or if it was indeed a letter for Sunshine?

Leaving the rest of the rubbish behind, the letter went with me! It couldn’t have much in the envelope it was so small. It smelled of cherry cigars & tears. Who was this from? Without a return address, my curiosity was building more and more.

As I carefully opened the crumpled, envelope to read this mysterious note…I found 2 letters. They both had been ripped apart, tapped together, crumpled & tore several times. One, in particular, was extremly difficult to read. As I unfolded the first letter, I had to carefully pull pieces of tape apart in order to open it. It appeared that this letter was held together with tape & prayers.

The handwriting was messy & whoever had written this note must have been in a hurry!

“I am sorry I couldn’t take it anymore, I Love You All So Much. I do not want to hurt you. I am sorry daddy, I cannot be the star quarter back anymore. But know I Love You I really do Love You! I am So Sorry. Love, Tony.

Was this a joke? Who would send this to Sunshine? What do they want? The questions raced through my head!

Laying this note aside, I quickly opened the newer, less stained and damaged letter.

Hoping to find answers, as to why I have this worn, tattered, pieced together, smudged letter that made little sense to me! Who is Tony? And why is his letter in my post office box. The second letter read:

Dear Sunshine,

I have read your blog, watched your recordings & I am begging for your HELP!

You see this is my Son’s suicide note! I have wept many times over these worn & tattered pieces of paper. Begging & hoping to turn back time. Wondering how I can forgive myself for being such a terrible father and how I can forgive my son for not talking to me before he did what he did.

You are my last attempt. I have contemplated taking my life several times, even as I write this letter my desperation feels as if it will take me over. I have been put on antidepressants, spoke with countless counselors/psychiatrists, mediums and psychics.

I have a beautiful daughter and wife. However, I know they are growing weary of my depression.

My wife explained, two weeks ago, she had been thinking about leaving me. Not because she does not love me, but rather she cannot stand to see me in such a terrible state of mind and feels she cannot help.

They are the reason I continue to wake up everyday. I would ‘end it all’ if it weren’t for these beautiful ladies in my life. However, I love them so much and I realize how terrible the pain is when you lose someone to Suicide, that I cannot hurt them like that.

A friend of mine requested I try one last attempt to heal. She explained how you had assisted her when she had to say goodbye to her husband 2 years ago.

She told me how you eased her pain by providing her with Sunshine Messages. “If it weren’t for ‘Sunshine’ I wonder how I would have pulled through”, was her comment to reassure me you could help.

Therefore, I am writing to request HELP! In fact I have NEVER let go of his letter as I did to mail it to you. Yes I made a copy. However, this letter is his actual handwriting from the pen he wrote before he…

I am unsure if you can help me. However, I am Desperate! I am at the end of my rope! I do not have anywhere else to turn.

My address is included at the bottom of this note.

Here is what I would like to do. May I write a message to my Son, Tony and you deliver it?

Write back as soon as possible or email me.

Please, please, please do what you can!

Sincerely yours, Charles

I immediatly sat down to write him a quick note, explaining this might be beyond my capabilities. This was a great deal of responsibility and fear had come over me.

For example, what if I couldn’t assist him and he took his life, I would feel terrible. I suggested he call the Suicide Prevention hotline & return to his psychiatric care, immediately. My note was short & sweet, but definitely to the point.

I addressed the envelope and hurried off to return his and his son’s  letter. I ensured I would send him good energy and hoped he found his inner peace & forgiveness.

I sent the letter and washed my hands of that.

The following day, the lady. who had sent Charles my way, contacted me. “I hope you do not mind I sent you another person to assist in living his Best Life.”

She explained a bit more about his situation.

Apologetically, I told her how I wrote him back declining the opportunity to assist.

Although she was disappointed, she seemed to understand my decision. (Which was fear talking).

About a week had passed and I heard nothing more. I did wonder if I had made the best decision, I guessed he went on to seek assistance else where. I had already lost a great deal of sleep over his letters therefore, I feel that no news is good news.

Everything was back to ‘normal’ in Sunshine’s world!

Two more weeks had passed. My routine visit to the post office, continued to be standing at the recycling bin disposing of all the ‘junk’ mail!

As I tossed the last four Dish Network advertisements in the recycling bin I turned on my heels and begin to leave. Then I heard a sweet little voice , “Are you Sunshine?”

Funny thing is…I was on the verge of cancelling the post office box and focusing on texting or email. Maybe everyone was right? (I thought to myself) I mean this letter idea is not going to work. No one writes or mails letters anymore. My clientele was growing and everyone seemed to enjoy the text messages/emails, just fine. This P.O. Box was a waste of time…right?

I replied, as I looked up to see who was asking, “Yes, I am Sunshine. Why?”

A young lady in her early teens was standing there, staring at me with her hand outstretched holding a Pink envelope addressed to Sunshine.

“Where did you find that? Did I drop it?” I asked.

“No,” she curtly replied. Continuing to hold the envelope out, as if she was a little put out with me for not taking the letter.

The two seconds of silence were extremly uncomfortable. As I reached out to take the letter, she never seemed to blink or take her eyes off of me. I slowly attempted to take the letter and she pulled it back slightly, tilted her head, inhaled deeply, then in a snide yet calm tone, she asked, “Can you handle this? I helped you the first time because you doubted, but now it is up to you, Sunshine.”

“Okay, I do not know who you are nor do I understand what you are talking about, but if that is addressed to me…please give it to me.”

I took the envelope and as I read who it was addressed to…’Sunshine’, I was saying, “Thank You,” simultaneously.

Our conversation continued as I peered at the envelope with extreme curiosity. I was blabbing about my thoughts, inspecting the color and wondering if this young woman knew who it was from. As I began to ask, “Do you know who…”

I looked up to read her facial expression, attempting to infer her role in delivering this hot pink envelope. And…SHE WAS GONE! POOF! HAD VANISHED IN THIN AIR!

I quickly ran to the door, pushed it open looking for this young lady. I would never forget her expression and how she made me feel so strange. She was kind yet staunch. Cold with a twist of warmth.

Where did she go? Who was this young lady? She was not in the Post Office when I arrived…hmmmm where did she come from?

Startled and confused I left with the Pink envelope in hand! I couldn’t help but continue to look for the messenger. I wondered, where she came from and where she went. I was confused and filled with curiosity. What was she talking about, “Can I handle this and she helped me the first time?”

I have never seen that girl before, in my life! How could she have helped?

Maybe, the contents in this letter will answer some of my questions. As I carefully opened the letter I could smell a strawberry scent coming from the pink lined paper carefully folded and tucked into the nice neat Pink envelope. The letter said,

Dear Sunshine,

Thank you so much for my letter. It was if you had already received my letter to my son! I do not know how you did that, but your letter has changed my life! I cannot thank you enough. I hope you will have time to send some more letters. They assist me in forgiving Tony and I can make it through one more day. Thank you from The bottom of my heart, Sunshine! Your friend was correct in saying your messages can be described as magical. My only regret is that I didn’t write you sooner.

You see I have been mourning Tony for five years and until your letter, I have cried myself to sleep night after night, since the day we lost him! I have attempted to hide my sadness, but my daughter, who is now 15, begged for me to get help. She said she misses her daddy and she is beginning to feel hatred towards her brother because of it.

When she said she could hate her brother is when something snapped in my head! Was I actually HATING my son for doing what he did? I knew I Hated myself, but I thought my mourning was because I Loved and missed him so much. I do not want my daughter or myself to hate Tony.

Then, out of complete desperation, I wrote that first letter to you. I did not have any expectations that you would return a response nor if it would help me heal.

I am here to tell you that letter…Changed My Life! I still have a great deal of healing to do and am hoping you will continue to assist me. My daughter has already noticed a difference in me, in this short amount of time.

When she asked what I was ‘doing’ to heal? I replied with enjoying some Sunshine ๐ŸŒž.

Thank You Sunshine for everything! My letter from my son was the best medicine. (Yes, I know it was from you, but it helped me so much and you even signed it the way he always did! Thank you!).

I have written him another letter and am sending it to you separate from this one. I hope you do not mind, I looked up your favorite color and am sending my letters in that color to ensure they do not become mixed up in the many other letters you receive.

Thank you, once again, for assisting me. I know you are extremly busy and I so appreciate you taking on my case!

One more thing… I made a donation to your PayPal, I do hope it is more than enough.

Thank you, Charles

I read his letter at least twenty times. I was puzzled & confused.

Didn’t I write him a letter explaining how I couldn’t help? Hmmmm…my mind was racing with questions. Who was the young lady? Who is Charles? And how did he receive a letter from his son, yet from Sunshine? I didn’t write it!

The next few days I felt quite intrigued. I went to the post office every day for five days…Nothing! Oh of course there were a few more pieces of junk mail, but definitely not a Pink letter addressed to Sunshine. I had mixed emotions. Some days I hoped a letter would arrive and other days I felt like it was a hoax. Then…

IT HAPPENED! All alone, no advertisements, other letters, nothing was in my PO Box except 1 hot pink envelope addressed to Sunshine!

Instead of smelling like cherry cigars and tears it smelled of strawberries and cream. I quickly retrieved the letter and practically ran to my car.

Recognizing, I should wait to read this at home…I tore it open, in the parking lot and began reading!

Dear Tony,

It is funny all of my therapist have instructed me to write you letters, but I refused. All this time I focused on your death and my own suffering. I am so sorry! Thank you for forgiving me and knowing how much I Love You!

I wish you didn’t have to go as early as you did, but I now understand a little better of your pain and suffering. I will try to keep my letters on the lighter side, but sometimes I May need to tell you about my sorrow. It seems to be a path to help me heal. I have been so angry with you for the past 5 years that I have missed out a great deal. I will try to do better. I Love You My Son! Thank you for taking the time to write back and letting me know you forgive me, for not being able to help you.

I must admit the young lady, Lindsey, has truly suffered a great deal. She blames herself for breaking up with you and everytime she sees Mom, Jessica or myself tears fill her eyes and she makes a point to hug us and tell us all she loves us.

I wish you would have held on a little longer. You would have recognized that the pain from the break up or from all the other pieces of your life, would pass.

Jeremy took your place as quarter back and he did okay. He is now attending Kansas State. He did not continue playing sports after graduation. However, before EVERY GAME…He would pull the team to huddle and shout over and over, “Win this for Tony!”

The year you passed they didn’t win a single game! But, Senior Year…We won STATE! With a great deal of tears! The team lifted Jeremy up and chanted, “WE WON IT FOR TONY!!!”

Your school counselor included you in her graduation speech and of course, so did the class president & your best friend Damon.

One comment was, “Tony’s body may have passed on, but his Great Big Happy Spirit guided us through to this day. Our final page the day we all spread our wings and fly. We hope you are smiling down on us and that we made you proud.”

Oh, how I have missed you! I am so sorry you regretted it the second after you pulled that trigger. I know how you feel, I have regretted many things the second you thought it was okay to leave us!

I will never ‘move on’ or forget you my Son! However, I do hope for more peace & understanding, especially now that I have your letter. And hope for many more to arrive.

Until next time, know that I Love You to the Moon & Back. I Love You for all eternity! I simply wish I could turn back time.

Love with All of My Heart, Daddy! 

At this point I can only infer what Tony had replied back with. How did this happen? What could or how could I have possibly sent a letter from his deceased son.

My mind could not calm down. I questioned everything. Yes, I Loved Providing Sunshine Messages, but did I lack the confidence neccessary to continue this? Hmmmm…my uncertainty turned into anxiety and I needed to pause for a mindful moment.

As I layed on my yoga mat and attempted to focus on my breath, I continued to see the young lady firmly holding ‘my letter’. And then her smirk on her face as she acted like I was irritating her! Her words swirled in my head, “Can you handle this?”

Who does she think she is? Questioning me? Who are you? And what if I cannot handle this?

My mindful moment was becoming a gripe session from all the events of the day. I tossed and turned until I slipped off into a afternoon nap.

Of course, my dreams included letters, request, snide remarks, people all swirling around and mixing together.

One message that seemed to stand out was, “Write him back.”

“Write Who?”

But the who did not seem to matter! I heard the message again and my response was extremely loud as I sat up, abruptly ending my nap, and shouted, “Write WHO?”

I sat at my writing station, grabbed an ink pen and began to write. To who? No one. I simply wrote words that came to me. Some made sense others did not. I simply continued to listen to my mind…Happy that I communicate some love enjoy little laugh more never put a period no ending just beginnings journeys with you I journey with you alot ventures tough I am help yes healing forgive all allow happy love your guy Tony

I read it 100 times. I questioned do I send this to Charles? It doesn’t even make sense. I mean I guess it does a little bit, but not really. Maybe I should edit it? Nope, that answer was clear. What did I do? I addressed the envelope to Charles I took a trip to the post office and I mailed it!

When Charles received the letter he immediatly emailed me…”Thank You, Sunshine!”

To be Continued: if you would like to read more of ‘Tony’s Letters’ Stay tuned because we are releasing this story one surprise at a time!

Livelove & Carry On!

Written by: Teena/Sunshine Drake!

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Why do we feel guilty for…

Why do we feel guilty for…the tears we weep? Or the feelings we feel? Our flaws? Sensuality? Sexuality? Labels? Titles? Tell me, will someone please, I so beg of you…tell me, WHY DO WE FEEL GUILTY FOR BEING ALIVE? Or HUMAN?

How did we forget? This journey is and always has been a GIFT! A beautiful gift to be explored to FEEL!

FEEL the tears drench your cheeks, almost as to cleanse the soul to illuminate all possible and most pleasant solutions. Embrace your flaws as blessings to explore how strong you really are! Allow the erotic moments to swift you away into the sensual gardens of feeling the physical body. Choose the labels & titles of roles only your heart desires to experience.

If guilt is necessary in your life lessons… feel it, understand it, and release it to move out of your life. To allow you to live this journey as the GIFT it Truly IS!

God Bless!

Livelove

&

CarryOn

Written by: Teena Drake

I am glad to be back…my life journey has taken me on a roller coaster. Filled with twist, turns, & loopty loops! But I remember, I woke up & I am back! Thank you for reading!

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Suicide Survivor…How Sunshine Messages Evolved

It is now afternoon on December the 7th, 2018. I have done everything to avoid writing this blog post. I mean EVERYTHING from clean the dishes, take a short nap, meditate, I even worked out to STOP this post from being written. However, no matter what…it is what, it is and this heartfelt, deep, writing is much-needed.

Before I write any more, I must ask for your spiritual uplifting thoughts. For me as well as for you. This will be a posting that is like none other, I have ever written, but it is from the depths of my Valleys that I dare to share this story. My intentions are to inspire, encourage, motivate, and uplift you to live a full life. Not a humdrum life, but rather a spirit filled and led life. One of forgiveness, understanding, contribution, and LOVE above all else. If you will do everything in life including speak, teach, and be with LOVE in the center of your intentions, You will always LIVE and KNOW that you are loved, even in the darkest of valleys. For my part in your reality, I love you, I am so sorry, Please Forgive Me and Thank YOU! Thank YOU!

One year ago, I hosted my very first Happy Celebration! I spent the money to have food, a venue, invites, the entire ‘EVENT’ to celebrate the opening of my company Livelove LLC. I had great intentions, but as the flu reports rose and the snow began to blow, we were sure very few people would be venturing out. However, my friends, mom, and one man…did show. Therefore, the show must go on! I gave a shortened version of my speech/ seminar and the man who was ‘just passing thru’ stayed. After he enjoyed some snacks and listened intently he said, “You are on to something! Keep on telling this story. LOOK & SEARCH for people to tell your message to.”

I did not know this man it was our first encounter. He had a sweet spirit and was extremely encouraging. Later on my co-worker explained his circumstances and I dismissed the entire event.ย 

Until, today! I actually thought of this man two other times, throughout the year. Once was at a local pub, my husband and I visited one time, since we were back in town and the following day.ย 

You see this man’s words rang through my head the entire year. I would hear his almost appearing to be a plead, he would say, “Don’t quit sending out this message, you are on to something!”

When I mentioned seeing him out and about to my colleague, I was told some very sad news. This man had decided, planned, & completed SUICIDE! I began to weep as soon as I heard!ย 

Yes, I wept for the loss of another life. I wept for his family, children, and friends. But just as you are reading this and relating it to your own life, I was doing the same! I wept for my life! I wept in gratefulness that I didn’t follow through with my contemplations. During my deepest darkest valleys, I too could have been another statistic. Another lost soul, begging to find a BETTER FEELING.ย 

I can remember after my accident going to sleep at night and wishing to not wake up only to think the next morning how darn thankful… I did. I still cannot share with you all of my deepest valley times because my strength and new vibrations are focused on shining brighter. However, I can tell you I have been at my lowest…with a plan, process & all. Yet, I am so grateful I am a survivor! If you feel weak, depressed, and alone hold on tight to a happier color, a fun song or even a small compliment. You cannot imagine how many people who really do love you and I promise, “This feeling will PASS!”ย 

You are important to someone. I PROMISE! This particular man lost hope like so many others I know. And the truth is they themselves did not complete the act out of spite to hurt you, their loved ones. In fact, the complete opposite is true. Many survivors will tell you they did not go through with it because they feared of hurting others. Not the other way around. That means that people who completed the act, simply felt like your life was better off without them. And still,ย afterwards, they do not want you to feel guilty or avenge their legacy. Instead, finding your own happiness is what they desire most. Ensuring that you NEVER FEEL LESS THAN is their greatest wish.ย 

Fast Forward from a year ago and today. This year has been a blur to me. It has been full of changes, loopty loops, and flip arounds. As I reflect on 2018 many emotions have occurred, all beneficial. Sunshine Messages came about, close to the time the man I mentioned before, passed away. And today they serve many people. Whether they are struggling with Suicidal thoughts or dealing with other ‘life’ events. Sometimes they serve only to brighten someone’s day.ย 

Many people ask me what Sunshine Messages are and where they come from and my shortest version of an answer is, “As I lay in the bed day after day, I would pray for easement, understanding, & a brighter day. My heart would feel heavy for fear I was not ‘doing’ anything ‘worthwhile.’ I begged for answers. Why? Why did this happen to me? Why have you forsaken me? Was I so BAD that I must endure such torment and pain? What about him, her, or even them…their wretched ways. Yet they are allowed to carry on? Why? Why me?”

My Answer, “Because you know a better way. You understand the light and how to vanish the fright. Because you agreed to be a messenger of hope, happiness, and LIGHT! Because you were born with this gift and you needed to be reminded. Because you are you and now you see, it is time to let your visions FREE!”

My Response, “SO YOU had to break my leg, allow me to suffer, feel defeated, beaten & broken? I was on my KNEES (which hurt even more)! Begging for answers, yet nothing? My anger rises to the sky! MY QUESTIONS are SHARP and FIERCE! Hey HELLO, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ME? I AM ONE OF THE GOOD GALS? I am trying to do as you ask, but dag on how much more can I take?”

My Answer, “Not much more, be still, be patient, & LISTEN. Enjoy each person. Enjoy each moment. Only speak from your heart what your true desires are. BE PATIENT!”

My response, “Still here! Waiting!

Me, “Hello?”

Me, “Are you there?”

Me, “Am I CRAZY?”

My Answer, “Only in a fun way. LOL. You are Sunshine! You are shinning BRIGHT! When you receive the message act. When you question…pause, be still, & listen. Perfection is not the goal, because it is a label. Rather uplifting, spirit-filled, happiness, and JOY now those are the GOALS!”ย 

FF today, YOUR SUNSHINE MESSAGE, “YOU ARE AMAZING! I am in AWE of YOU! YES, YOU! YOU are just like me, you are chosen to live a life full of joy, laughter, happiness, and love. Ask for what you desire. Live enjoying the blessings no matter how great or small! If you are struggling at this moment…feel the emotion and ask yourself ‘Why do I feel this way?’ I guarantee it is something from the past. Isn’t it time to LET IT GO? Not you or anyone else can reverse the past to assist us with the present! Goodness, everyone would change something if they could, instead think of how you want to feel tomorrow? How do you want to be treated? What does your life look like tonight, tomorrow, or next week? Guess what? That vision will come to fruition. If today is not a good day, hold on tight because tomorrow will be better. Perfect? Define it? If it is unachievable, then by all means, change your vision around until it fits perfectly with you!ย 

If you are like Teena and many others who are Suicide Survivors, take time to be grateful for this moment. Dwell on all the Beauty in your life that you would have missed had that Valley time ‘got you’. You are beautiful! You are AMAZING! YOU need to SHINE! Share your story. Ask someone if they need a little boost. Send out love for others. And take care of yourself too!

Thank you for allowing me to share this message with you! Sending you relief, awareness, understanding, love & a great deal of laughter. Because life is about having fun & DO NOT FORGET THAT!ย 

I attended a seminar about the prevention of Suicide a week ago and I learned so much. However, the most important lesson I have learned is, If you are worried about someone…ASK! Ask the question, “Are you okay? Are you suicidal?”

Lesson learned!ย 

Livelove

&

Carry On

Sunshine Messages/Teena Drake

 

 

 

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Frankie & Freddy Decide to Let it go? Not quite…

To be Continued:

Last we heard from Freddy he was continuing to mope around. He wouldn’t talk to anyone and when Frankie attempted to explain, he rejected her attempts…multiple times!

What else can Frankie do besides move on? Many of Freddy’s friend group had tried to talk to both of them and assist in this terrible misunderstanding.

Would these two, BEST FRIENDS, ever be friends, once again?

Two weeks, had passed and for two more weeks, Freddy was not on the ‘family’ bus, laughing and giggling, with all the beautiful, multi-colored Flamingos and his favorite one…Frankie!

His mommy was extremely concerned about her son. She attempted to discuss the situation with Freddy, but he would always reply with, “Mommy, you wouldn’t understand!”

The Ekard home atmosphere was very gloomy. When Mr. Ekard, Freddy’s daddy, arrived, after his business trip, he had a long discussion with Freddy.

He explained how his mom and himself were concerned about Feddy’s behavior.

His daddy continued to teach Freddy a ‘life lesson’ about mistakes, perspectives, forgiveness, and the value of A Good FRIENDSHIP!

Freddy was overwhelmed with joy and ambitiously ready to FORGIVE. He begged his daddy to drive him to the movie theater to find Frankie.

He could barely sit in his seat while Freddy’s dad drove 55 mph. “Couldn’t you break the law a little bit, I want to get there before she leaves?”

Mr. Ekard doesn’t hurry for anyone! Freddy knew that. But one strong belief he did have was ABIDING by the law. And if you questioned his integrity…ohhhh he had a way to make you feel guilty!

He continues to stare at the road, in silence, hands on the wheel and he squawks before he speaks, “Son (clears his throat) Son, I have always told you Freedom is a choice. I choose to never have a guilty conscious.”

“If I rushed over to the movies to allow you to do something terrific, but…I hit a little puppy or something worse, would I continue to be upholding my end of the deal to take you to the theater safely?”

Freddy sank down in his chair, allowing the seatbelts to slip up…to demonstrate his feelings of rebellion. Quietly he replied with,”I know and no, I wouldn’t want your integrity to ever be questioned.” Rolling his eyes to redirect his focus to the outside.

FINALLY, THEY HAD ARRIVED! Freddy was so excited he tried jumping out with his seatbelt on. His father helped pushed the button to release the latch…out tumbled Freddy. As he recovered himself and checked for any injuries, he looked up and his dad was attempting to hold a contagious laugh..when their eyes met, his dad immediately burst into laughter.

Spewing a mouthful of Cola all over Freddy!

They both froze for a split second…then burst into laughter.

Freddy almost forgot what he was doing they laughed so much! After quite some time they regained their composure. Freddy turned around and fast paced walked into the movie theater.

He asked Larry the ticket sales guy which movie they were watching. It is not difficult to remember ten diverse flamingos and their two beautiful mommies. Who shine so bright they always take a blanket to the movies to cover their brightness, lol.

Larry pointed Freddy in the correct direction and the hunt was on. He weaved in and out of the rows.

Until he heard a precious voice, “Freddy? Freddy is that you?”

He turned around, grinned from ear to ear, and said, “No, its Ralph! Of course, it is me. Is that you Frankie?”

“Yes, come here…he saw a slight glimpse of his best friends beautiful green shimmering feathers waving in the camera’s light.

He made his way back to her and she had a seat saved for him. She had a RIGHT SIDED seat…which is important to remember, because Freddy is predominantly left winged. Which means if you want him to share his popcorn with you, he must be on your right side! Only Frankie knew these little quirks about Freddy.

He snuggled his behind into the cushiony seat, looked over at Frankie smiled real big and said, “I am sorry for being a jerk and I love you. Please do not ever go that long again without being my friend. I was miserable!”

Frankie leaned in and whispered, “I was always your friend, you chose not to be mine.”

The two overlapped wings, in the popcorn bowl and contently starred at the wide movie screen.

You might think that is the Happy Ending and all is well in the neighborhood, but let’s take a gander back to the aftermath of Freddy’s request.

He asked for this dispute to be over. For his friend to never ‘leave’ him again. He also apologized for something he is unsure of because he wanted it to be complete.

Let’s see what happens next and pay attention to how your feelings might change, throughout the story.

As the two newly, reunited, Best Friends walked out… it sounded like squawking to everyone around them. First one would say, “I have so much to tell you.”

Then the other would interrupt to ask,”Did you see the new episode?” (As they caught up on their daily conversations about school, television, and life).

All of the sisters climbed on the bus, Frankie hugged Freddy goodbye and as Freddy opened his eyes to end the long desired hug…he saw Ralph sneaking on the bus.

Freddy pulled away from Frankie, jerked his head to the side (snapping his neck a bit and it hurt), and screetched in a questioning tone, “RALPH?”

“Why are you getting on the bus? Since when did you receive a seat on the Fabulous Flamingo Family Bus?” Freddy continued to spout out questions, to Ralph, himself, Frankie and Mabel, who was attempting to pull Ralph on the bus…who was now FROZEN on the second step wondering if he should be fearful, mad, sad, embarrassed or confused.

Freddy was obviously preparing to throw a ‘baby’ fit. In attempt to diffuse the situation Frankie, nonchalantly, says, “You know what Freddy the best thing for us to do is go home. For now. We will resume this conversation later. I promise. Instead, of you throwing a fit, getting me into trouble with me mums, and all my sisters becoming mad at you again, let’s pause and resume tomorrow. Okay, my friend?” (Frankie always knows how to diffuse Freddy. She begins to speak with her English accent. No one knows if it is truly an accent from her birth place or not, but when it appears in her speaking, it is understood she means business!).

Freddy dropped his wings to his side and began to mope. “I guess, if that’s the way it has to be?”

“Yes, it is a fact. I will speak with you on our walk to school”

Freddy and Frankie hugged one last time and with a little less energy, he climbed into the passengers side of his Farher’s automobile. He didn’t say a word the entire trip home. His dad allowed him to ride in silence and they rode off into the sunset…with the top on the Corvette back & wind blowing through their feathers! If nothing else it was a terrific father/son trip.

To be continued…

Stay tuned, up next…Freddy discovers the entire evening, two weeks ago, was a set up. Frankie knew all day, Freddy was not aloud to go. But she chose not to tell him!

Go ahead and follow us to ensure you do not miss out on the next Adventure of Freddy & Frankie.

How would you feel if you were Frankie? Freddy? Mabel? Ralph? The 8 other siblings? Moms? Dad?

Do you think they will resolve the past, move on, and return to Best Friend status?

If you were Freddy would you NEED to know what happened?

Or could you let it go?

Thank you for reading and please remember everyone has down times. Everyone feels like ‘giving up’ at times, but we are singing a different tune!

We want you to Live, Live, Live & Love with all your HEART! And when you are kicked down (emotionally, physically, spiritually, economically) pick yourself back up & CARRY ON!

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Perspectives Change Everything…

I love to travel, meet new people, and experience other cultures. One of the main reasons is to look at the wide variety of perspectives and how they make me feel.

Let me see if I can illuminate this topic with different ‘perspectives’.

Oh how I love California! The ocean views, beautiful hiking, fabulous people, it is truly the land of opportunity! Movie stars, Millionaires, Beverly Hills, Shopping, and diversity beyond belief!

Oh how I hate California! Poverty, traffic, heroine alleys, gangs, fires, mud slides, and earthquakes.

Both Perspectives are completely true. No one can deny you can find each item on my list in California.

It is about your perspective and how you see it. Yes, life has some hand in what your perspective is.

For example, there was a young boy in North Carolina (on @Wave 3 News last night) who was selling Lemonade on the corner. His lemonade stand was robbed and he was held at gun point to give all of his, under twenty dollars, over to this man!

Omg, the first thing that went through my mind was how this poor boy felt. He is probably going to be scared to death to ever sell anything again. I mean he might have been ten years old…this is terrible! I feel so bad!!!

Then the rest of the story was released…Lowe’s in his town heard of this terrible robbery and ask the boy what he was selling ‘Organic Lemonade’ for. When he explained he was raising money to purchase a riding lawn mower, they gave him one!!!

I am not sure of the details if you want to read more look it up on Wave 3 News August 6th.

But what a lesson for everyone! That young boy has been given an entirely different perspective.

Life gave him lemons, he tried making lemonade, life created turpin tine, to give him a life line.

I mean yes we have much to celebrate! As for this young boy receiving a gift, but what about another perspective…he also received a terrific most valuable gift…his life!

What didn’t stop that criminal from robbing a young boys lemonade stand, did stop him from taking the boys life. Somewhere in that ‘bad’ person there is Good.

I know there will always be bad things that happen. I also realize just tilting your head slightly to the right or left, may not be able to ‘fix’ all the wrongs in the world today.

However, I do know that there is One Universal Goal that we ALL SHARE! What might that be? To Better…to better your life, abundance, emotions, life, legacy, spiritual connection the world. It doesn’t matter what you do or have done…us as humans are all in this together. To create a betterment for each other and generations to come.

Sometimes achieving the betterment goal, is by simply adjusting your focus.

Guess what adjusting your perspective automatically resets your focus. Which in turn creates one giant step towards YOU FEELING BETTER! Yippee!! That makes me feel happy and fancy free!

Take time to Pause today to glance at what your perspective is. Do you see all angles? Now decide which feels better and choose that perspective.

I promise if I focused on all the bad that I have had, I can’t imagine where I would have ever found my good friend, Glad!

I wish for you to see the good in everything around you! The cup is half full or half empty, if it has anything in at all. You get to choose your own Perspective!

Need an Angel Card reading? Email me Livelove.teena@gmail.com title it Reading or maybe a Life Coach…same thing email me at Livelove.teena@gmail.com

Our mission: To Change the World with One Happy Thought at a Time!

Our Vision: Educating the World…

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Because Living with every breath you breathe. Loving with your entire soul and recognizing that life will throw you some lemons and it’s your perspective which will assist you in Carrying On…is the way to accomplish the Universal Goal to be better!

God Bless!

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The ripples intrigue me…

As I sit and ponder my next great adventure, I quickly notice the abrupt change in the flow of the Ohio River.

When I first arrived at the studio it looked like glass with out a peep of ripples to be noticed. Within seconds I looked out and half of the river continued to hold steady, allowing the trees to reflect their natural beauty. The other half had began to dance in a sweet melodious manner. Swaying back and forth as if the life under the water was just waking up.

Peaceful, intriguing, fabulous, calm, breezy, not quiet but rather sound waves surrounding the area. Filling this beautiful environment with sweet singing of birds, jets zooming by high in the sky, a breeze rustling the leaves, AND what did I just catch a glimpse of? An EAGLE soaring in all her glory!

Have you ever stopped and thought what are my intentions? How do I want to feel? How do I want others to feel?

The sweet whisper escapes my lips- For my part in YOUR reality & mine…I Love you, I am so sorry, please forgive me, and thank you!

We all have moments of doubt, anger, sadness, and depression…however, it’s all about your perspective that will either hold you to all the yesterday’s (which you cannot change) or you can change what you are focusing on. Leave the past back with all the would, shoulds, coulds, and can’ts.

If I were to hand you a new life…what would you change?

As always we are here for you. Life (coaching) can help with divorce, weight, breaking nasty habits, building healthy relationships, depression, parenting, tutoring (for all ages) and much more. But most importantly we want you to…

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Watch “First Attempt Nonedited, Sound Bath” on YouTube

I truly am in awe of my new found skill set. I took these pictures and created this video, but the best part is I produced the music!

When I first sent this to my dad he asked about the pics but didn’t realize that was my music. I laughed and said, “It wasn’t about the photos that was My music or vibrational pleasing sounds.”

I recognize there needs to be some editing done, but I felt like someone needed for me to share!

Without further blabbing from me…go ahead and click on my first attempt at assisting you with happy vibrations!

While you are there subscribe to my YouTube channel so you won’t miss my next recordings!

If you are feeling UGH or at the end of your rope…please I am urging you to realize we all have cruddy times but I promise if you will hold on…one more minute this too shall pass!

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I hate you, I hate her, did you know what she said? I hate him too!!!!

Ever had a friend like this? No matter what the conversation, it is how much they hate something about you, their ex, and sometimes even their children.ย 

Ever analyzed or pondered what they are actually saying? “I Hate ME!” And everytime ‘I hate’ is stated it is not about anyone else, but rather ourselves or whoever says it. (Whether positive or negative the vibration always returns to where it came from).ย 

Let me see if I can explain it differently…

If you hate math and continually tell others how much you hate math. How useless it is and how you will never be good at math. You are focusing on what is, ‘I hate Math.’

After you begin to LIVE this pattern of ‘hating’ math you tell others why, when, where, and how you are never going to love math. Yet it continually shows up in your life. Every state exam, GED, even Science and Social Studies, math shows up. But you won’t give up and neither will it. Evertime you exhibit the emotion towards math the emotion returns over and over again. Because the truth is life without math is not complete ;).ย 

How do you get off the horse, bouncing up and down, on the Merry go round? Change your vocabulary. One at a time. Find everything you do love about math!

Wow! I love knowing how to tell time because I know when it is five o’clock or break time. Or I love earning money (which is all about math… time+effort+desire=outcome/monetary reward). Or what about vacation…how much, how far, time, destination and AWE five o’clock cocktail under the cabana!ย 

If you are continually telling the story of, “I hate you, I hate her, him and all of them!”

You will quickly find others will regurgitate whatever you tell them. For example, I have this dear friend of mine and he told me all the things he hated in fifteen minutes or less about four or five people. I allowed him this opportunity, intentionally. When I paused and requested to know what he liked (not loved) just liked, he continued to spout off all the negative crud he is receiving and ‘what is’ being done to him by a select group of people.ย 

A few days later I was in town and spoke to a few of the people he had been complaining about. Guess what? They said, “He hates us, now. He has done this, that and oh so much more. I don’t care anymore he is damaged and isn’t going to improve. He only likes himself.”

Hmmmmm do you see any similarities? After listening to their side I quietly asked, “Do you believe all that?”

But guess who did believe all those hateful acqusations? He did. Therefore, his life had become filled with what he was focusing, talking, and dwelling on.ย 

Was this his intention? NOOOO. And with just a little tweaking of his vocaulary he could altar the outcome.

What if we all paused immediatly after stating something crappy about someone else and asked ourselves, “Why did we even think to say that? What part about them do I not like and in return, I don’t like about myself?”

I know it is ‘difficult’ to accept that we create our own destiny. And if you would like to discuss this bold and true statement I am more than happy to oblige.ย 

What is the story you choose to tell? Is it the poor me or the bold, beautiful, powerful me? Enjoy your choice, if your story is not generating joy…CHANGE IT!ย 

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We are changing the world with one happy thought at a time! Want to join in on the fun? Livelove.teena@gmail.com send me an email! All it has to say is, “Hi!”

You can also message me, I do quite a bit of coaching over messenger as well.ย 

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  1. Message/email/text Livelove or Teena Drake — ย Hi or Hello
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  5. Our life Coaching includes- Weightloss, Stop smoking, relationships (love), self confidence, parenting, beauty, academics, depression, anger, romance and even those IRRITATING moments when you want to pull your hair out!ย 

I haven’t found another program like ours and the most important information is it is FUN!!!!!ย 

Sending you great love and even more laughter! I hope you laugh until you pee your pants or at least until your best friend does!ย 

As always we wish for anyone who reads or shares these posts that you will remember, EVERYONE has a story, we love hearing yours, but most importantly…

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We don’t like you!! One Flamingo said to the other…

Freddy the Pink Flamingo was hanging out with his friends. They played games, cooked out, and laughed, all day long.

As Freddy was retrieving the hoola hoop from ring the neck of a Flamingo, he saw a gigantic moving truck pull in.

He ran back to his friends with great excitement screeching, “A new Flamingo is moving in! Hey! Hey! I just saw a moving truck and a new Flamingo is moving in!”

Frank, Fillip, Frances, and some of the other Flamingos gathered around Freddy to hear what he was so excited about! “Aren’t you all excited? I wonder if they like to cook out, play games…” Freddy questioned.

“Of course they will like everything we like, they are Pink Flamingos!” Frank commented, acting as if Freddy was silly for being so excited. “Come on let’s finish this game I am winning!” he continued.

But Freddy was too excited to meet his new neighbors!

He peeked through the small hole of the joining privacy fence, which was created by his best friend Flipper, before he moved out of town.

His right eye ball made a complete circle as he scanned the backyard. But not one sign of a new Flamingo, yet.

Until…as he began to turn around and sadly report I can’t see anyth…he was abruptly interupted by a gigantic gasp from his friends. He looked puzzled as to why they were all starring at him with a horrible look plastered on their beaks!

Freddy froze and felt like he was turning white.

Before he could sputter any words from his beak…he felt a shadow towering over him. He quickly rolled his eyes up, up, up and over his head.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa,” he began to scream and scream.

The different colored, too tall, odd shaped thingy, simply pulled her head back and slowly walked into the back door of her new home.

“What was that?” He asked.

Freddy’s friends surrounded him and everyone began to talk at once. In a chaotic Flamingo chatter.

Until…they heard a light tap, tap, tap on the gate of Freddy’s back yard.

All of the Pink Flamingos held their breath and became silent. As if the tap, tap, tap on the other side of the gate would ‘think’ no one was home.

Tap, tap, tap once again.

Finally, Freddy slowly unlocked the gate, peeked through the tiny crack and…

What did he find?

A neon green, beautiful, bright Flamingo just his size.

“Hello, I am Franky. May I come over to play, while my mommies unpack.”

Freddy was so excited that she was not the tall blue looking bird, he encountered on the other side of the fence that he replied with, “Of course come in and meet all my friends!”

Franky timidly walked through the gate, looked around, smiled and quietly introduced herself, “Hello, I am Freddy’s new neighbor, Franky.”

As Freddy danced back and forth, he grabbed a hot dog off the table and created a delicious plate of food for his new friend, he saw something happen, that was not too pleasing. ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜”

Many of his friends were now in a group snickering and being quite rude to Franky.

Frank looked at Franky in a disgusting manner and asked,”Why is your skin Green? Yuk! And why is your name Franky if you are a GIRL?”๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ

Several others chimed in as if they were in agreement with Frank. They all starred at poor little Franky anticipating her answer, as if she could come up with a decent answer, as to why she looks different.๐Ÿ‘ฝ

But before Franky could answer the big, blue, thingy…peeking over the fence from earlier, yelled out, “Franky, Franky where are you?”

Franky with a sigh dropped her head and vanished behind the gate as fast as she had entered.

Freddy was mad! He ruffled his feathers and stomped his flimsy legs over to his other Pink Flamingo friends. “Why? Why were you mean to our new friend?”๐Ÿ˜ 

Everyone acted like he was silly. Fillip stepped up and explained to Freddy. “We don’t like Franky.”

“Why?”

“Because, she is green!!!! And a girl.”

All of Freddy’s friends agreed this new neighbor, was not their friend.

Their squawks, filled with complaints, were quickly drowned out by music echoing from Franky’s yard.

All the boys rushed over to the peep hole in the privacy fence. Pink feathers were flying as they pushed and shoved to attempt to see where the music was coming from.

The big, blue, Flamingo who towered over the six foot privacy fence, hung her head over to calmly ask,”Would you like to come over?”

With their beaks pointing up really high, towards the sky, they shook their heads in perfect unison, Yes!

With their feathers ruffled as if they were taking flight, the boys took off running towards Franky’s back yard.

Freddy decided not to go because he was so mad at how rude his friends were. ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ณ

When the boys entered the gate their eyes almost popped out of their heads! Toys, a sand box, outside games, a swing set and at least ten other Flamingos. All GIRLS! And All different colors!๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’›

At first Ralph, Freddy’s best friend felt sad that Freddy didn’t come and began to turn around to beg him to join them.

Until, he spotted Franky slipping out the gate to go ask Freddy. Before she disappeared she paused, turned around and winked at Ralph. He smiled real big and went off to play in the sand box with Mabel the purple Flamingo.๐Ÿ˜‰

To be continued…

What do you think Freddy said to Franky? Do you think he joined them or did he tell Franky all about how terrible his friends were?

What would you do? Have you ever judged someone by their outside appearance? I am sure we all have.

If you need a little extra help we have coaching for weightloss, depression, and much more. Sometimes it only takes one change in your perspective to change your life! Email us at Livelove.teena@gmail.com

As always

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Carry On

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If you were trapped in a box what would you do to get out?

I shutter as I write this simple, but earth shattering message. It feels like the sound from a CRASH and then another CRASH, CRASH, with the last being the greatest vibration of them all CRASHHHH echoing through your bones from a vibrating Gong!!!!

Now imagine being trapped in a box still alive, but hearing someone a friendly voice, just steps away from this suffocating box. Tell me, say it out loud while reading this…what would you do? Let it out! What would you do?

I would scream and scream. If I didn’t get their attention I would find a way to…. (You fill in the blank).

The Gong is struck again with a firm hit and steady hold, Gonggggggggg the deep vibration echoes through you! And without a doubt you can answer, “If you were trapped in a box what would you do to get out?”

Are you creating enough vibrations to get out of your imaginary box? Or are you sitting and wishing to get out of the box and so you choose to die in the box.

We need you to vibrate with us in sweet harmony. Why? So you can feel how amazing it is to Livelove & Carry On.

We appreciate you!