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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!

Livelove

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Carry On

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People are people, everywhere you go

As I snuggle in from a fabulous journey across the United States, I reflect back over the many faces I have seen. The beautiful array of colors, in people. The magnificent rainbow of languages for communication. My favorite is the plume of backgrounds intertwined with culture, beliefs and heritage.

As our differences are continuously illuminated, our similarities need to be highlighted and celebrated!

From the homeless to the wealthiest, continent to continent, it doesn’t matter we are all aiming for the same goal. I know this sounds a bit odd, but keep reading, I promise, this becomes more and more intriguing.

My mom said, “I remember telling my mother, while traveling for work, people are just people, everywhere you go.”

As I began to become more observant throughout my adventure in LA, I pondered about her statement to Baw Baw (my grandma), “Why do people do what they do? How are we all so different, but similar, all in one?”

While waiting at the airport, I had to know, Why people do what they do. Therefore, I began to ask, “Why are you traveling today? Why do you do your job? What are you in pursuit of?

I only scared a few people away. However, most replied with similar answers. It wasn’t segregated into color of skin, religious beliefs or cultural backgrounds. It was for one soul purpose, to create a better life. In one way or another.

If they replied with, “I am traveling for a vacation.”

It was to improve their lives. Enrich their souls and regroup.

Several were returning home to bury a loved one or say farwell. Although sad, it continues to be the reason they are traveling is to improve their lives. Through accepting and having the closure.

Others said for work. When I asked the traveling saleswoman if she was only paid in travel, room and board would she continue this career path. She immediately responded with, “NO. What would be the point?”

What would be the point? There wouldnt be, for the woman who is busting her butt to create a better life for her kids.

Yet, this type of set up would work well and be an improvement for someone in a different circumstance.

But wait a minute…if people are so different why are we all in pursuit of the same results? Because people are ‘people’ all across the world and although our differences allow for interesting individuality, we are all striving for…

A better feeling. A best or ideal situation for me and my family.

Here is the most freeing portion of this story…it is okay! You are okay! We all want ‘better’ out of life.

You begin at your point of reference and I will begin at mine. And we will cross paths along the way. After all, we are all on this terrific journey…together.

May you be blessed today.

Know that no matter where you are at this point in your life, YOU ARE LOVED!

Livelove

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Carryon

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California? Again?

As I begin to unpack my daughter in California, once again, I reflect on my past experiences. A time when I questioned everything. Was I making the ‘right’ decision? What if…? The questions would race through my head. My fears were overwhelming. Should I allow her to follow her dreams at such a young age? What about her safety? What about my other daughter, who willingly volunteered, to be her guardian? Could she handle this gigantic move and undertaking? You see, my daughter had been signed by an agent and was asked to move to Los Angeles California, at the age of 17. We were estatic! The hometown circumstances, let’s just say, weren’t the best for Ashby, at the time. However, could my girls survive in LA??? They were raised in a small little Kentucky town and Ashby was still in high school. Darion had moved to Nashville at the age of 18, but I could drive there in four hours. And I spent almost 6 months of weekends in Nashville! Once the decision was made we took off driving across the country. That was four years ago and here I am again! She is now 21 and although I knew this day would come, it doesn’t make it any easier!!! After her last adventures, I knew she would return home. Back to California. It hasn’t been any easier, but it is rewarding to know she is where she wants to be. My brain will continue to race and question, “Am I making the correct decisions, as a parent.” However, all I want for my children is for them to follow their bliss. And that is what she is doing. You know I can remember thinking I wouldn’t survive, the last time. Yet, here I am four years later. If you are struggling with anything in your life, right now. Please, remember you are loved and if you can pause briefly…I promise, “This too shall pass!” God Bless Livelove & Carryon Www.livelovellc.org/home Livelove.teena@gmail.com Need some help with a situation in your life? Email me, I would love to hear from you!

December 8th, 2017!

What? It is December 8th! 2017! I am not sure what to even say other than…YIPPEE, WOW, YAHOO, YES, HELL YES, LET’S DO THIS, I GOT THIS,!

Yes, I am a bit ecstatic today! Why, You ask? Because I am alive and well! I am celebrating the one year mark of yes, a tragic moment in my life, however, I must call it a celebration anniversary!

I learned one year ago, this is my life and I am going to live it! And…everything will work out, no matter what!

I learned so much in my year of recuperating that I have decided to collect my learnings and share with you! I feel grateful, fortunate, happy, excited and most of all in AWE! Awe of the delicious new adventures, the people being placed in my life daily and how simple this life can be as well as FUN, FUN FUN!

I could make this the longest winded posting ever! However, I choose to pause…inhale very deep…hold it…exhale! Now I leave you with this thought…

Live today like it is your last. Not by being extravagant or boisterous. More like being grateful and happy! Each time you want to creep back into the cob webs of your paradigm, pause then ask yourself, “Is this a good feeling memory or not one I want to relive?”

Then decide your next step. Meaning, if this was your last day (even if for just a brief moment, near death) you would choose your feelungs, emotions and experiences ever so wisely. You would ensure you were smiling and Mmmmm, you would want to remember a delicious, savory moment! (Exhale and enjoy).

Take the time today to choose your life. Choose your experiences, tell others about your choice and allow the journey to begin!

After tonight, Livelove’s grand debut, I am going to introduce myself and the business with the simple, four letter word that so many take for granted, HAPPY!

If you do nothing else today…Be Happy for one moment and set yourself up to receive more, Happy.

God Bless

Livelove

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Carryon

You are awesome!

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Twenty Five!

I can’t believe it! Twenty five years ago Eric Drake, mommy and I, at four in the morning were driving to Kings Daughters Hospital in Madison Indiana. It was a cool, crisp, October morning and I can remember thinking and praying, “Lord, help me thru this and Please Please let me be a good mommy! It was 1992, I was six days shy of my twenty first birthday, Eric was 22 and working his butt off to make ends meet. I remember thinking this pregnancy can’t be over! (I loved being pregnant). It was similar to a journey down a path with another spirit, yet you can’t see them. She was always with me. Responded to my every move, she helped choose what we ate each day, she continued to push me to take care of myself. When she began to force her way out, it almost felt like she was ripping my insides out with her, but she was ready to see this earthly life. She was ready to create her own experiences, live, love and enjoy her life. The afternoon before our trip, to the hospital was beautiful, although I was really aggitated. Mommy called and I demanded she come meet me at the house. I whined so much Eric took me for a ride, on the back roads. Tim Perkinson, Ricky White and Jarod Stark were at the house, when we returned. Oh mommy as well. One look at me and she knew! Mom watched me cook supper, work around the house (which didn’t need to be cleaned), and breathe heavy, occasionally. It didn’t take long for her to look at Eric and say, “We are having a baby tonight, you need to rest up!” Eric turned white as a ghost and almost immediatly went to bed. Poop (Tim’s nickname) stayed with mom and I, to watch the rest of Fried Green Tomatoes. Oh and we can’t forget, we ate marshmallow cream and peanut butter. I was now having contractions 10 to 15 minutes apart. (We all acted like it was no big deal) The next part was hilarious! I don’t know why, but I decided I would drive Tim home. Why, either of them let me drive I will never know. Probably, I was super stubborn and demanded to drive. (Hmmm that sounds about right). It wasn’t that far! I remember the sky was almost black, with a few cirrus clouds, glowing with the reflection of the gigantic full moon! As we slowly creeped up the hill, where the headlights beamed, straight ahead, I had one of the worst contractions, I had ever experienced. About that time I slammed the gas pedal down, forcing my car to almost ramp the hill, heading down to his house. Mom and Poop screamed, then immediately stopped themselves only to hold their breath, in hopes of survival of the small, but tedious road trip. I almost came to a stop, when yep, it hit again and a repeat event happened! When Poop jumped out of the car he was terrified, his face was almost transparent, and all he could say was, “Goodluck, I will see you tomorrow.” The next four hours were touch and go! Until I began hitting the wall and rocking back and forth. Mom went to get Eric and we were off to the hospital! The next morning we had a beautiful baby girl! She was our surprise gift! Our family and friends came to support us. And our lives changed forever! It was an amazing day. You know, as I reflect and visualize for the future, I always want to share with you. LIFE is… What you make it! Eric Drake and I has no idea what we were doing October 2nd 1992! We had very little money, little life experience and yet all we knew is we loved this little human/spirit/baby girl more than words could express. She had colic for her first six weeks of life. I can remember we would trade off sleeping one hour at a time. We had our electric shut off once and our water a couple of times! However, Listen up!!! We made it! Twenty-five years later all those struggles are now funny memories! If you are struggling, right now…Please remember take everything in twos. I know most people will tell you, “One step at a time!” I do agree, but for me it has always been twos. If you can take one step why not two! If you can make it thru two seconds, two minutes, two hours, two days, two weeks!!! You can make it! I know you have sad times and struggles, but you got this!!! I have looked back over my twenty five years with this beautiful young lady and all four of our children and realized the difficult times become diluted and almost more cherished, because they always illuminate a growth period of awesomeness! A time where we all came together, depended on each other and were grateful for the good times!

Life is meant to be lived. You will struggle, you will have losses, but no matter what if you will stop, wait and focus forward in whatever ‘two’ realm you need, at the time; you will be like me and look back over twenty five years in amazement and visualize the future as even better!!! Here’s to you kid! Thanks for the greatest journey from October 2nd 1992, until now! Looking forward to many more adventures and living! I love you Darion Alley Drake!! Thank you for being an amazing daughter!

A Bicycle?

I bought Eric a bike!! For years I have begged my honey to ride bikes with me. Then we were unsure how well I would be able to ride. Therefore, when I rode, the other day, he agreed! I can’t describe the exact emotions I had, when we were shopping. They were something like, a little girl who was buying her best friend a bike so they could play together. I was extremely suttle, I acted like it was no big deal that we were in Scheels, searching for the bike section. You see, he didn’t tell me what we were doing, he just told me to come on we were shopping. (I even whined a little bit because I wanted to stay home).

Anywhooooo…he tries to throw me off. We looked at guns, skateboards 😠, kayaks, and everything else in the store. I finally found a sales rep and said, “Ask him what you are looking for.” (Remember this is a gigantic store, it is beautiful outside and this man has walked my butt all over the store like we were bored or something lol).

Eric asked the man where the bikes were. At that moment, my heart fluttered, I almost teared up and then I giggled and held his hand tight and said, “Sooooo we are looking at bikes?”

“Yes, I think you need a bike with gears. I know that bike you are riding has to be hurting your leg going up all those hills.”

My heart sank for a moment. I looked down as we meandered through to go back downstairs because this store is so gigantic and we just spent an hour, attempting to not look at bikes, but really, we didn’t know where they were. Therefore, now we are walking downstairs, to find the back section, in a corner that seemed like in the north pole! As we approached the bike section I knew in my heart it wasn’t for me. Thank goodness because as you all (who follow my crazy stories) know I love my pink bike and Freddy the Pink Flamingo, does as well.

Eric looks at the price tag and reads it outloud without thinking, who he was with,”On-sale for four hundred ninety nine. Hmmm it was originally six ninety-nine.”

I quickly appeared by his side, peered over his shoulder, and in an astonished, shocked and disapproving voice I said,”WHAT? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

In my head:

Hold up! If I am correct about three years ago, I called you almost yelling in the phone, how I had found a pink cupcake bike at Sports Academy, for fifty dollars and I was buying it! I said I would buy you a bike, but I have only budgeted for maybe one hundred and fifty.

Then it happened the swaggy, all dressed up, neat and groomed, sales rep showed up. “Hey, can I help you with something? Do you have any questions?”

In my head again, I am like nope no questions here! We are good. Obviously, we are not avid bikers so, no dude back off and keep your gazillion dollar bike to yourself! Butt… (yes, I intentionally mispelled that) nooooo, Eric says yes…???????

He began asking questions, comparing several different ‘professional’ bikes and asking about what the new electric fangled dangle things were.

The sales person did an excellent job. I will say, by the time we left (without a 500 dollar bike) I was convinced the Electra was the bike to have. It was the cat daddy of bicycles. (Who knew Schwinn wasn’t the best, now). The guy actually reminded me of when I was on a roll in selling @townecraft cookware, it seemed like I couldn’t say the wrong words to the people. They knew how excellent the product was, they could feel how passionate I was about it and therefore they bought it. He was on target! (Also we will probably own one or two someday because we both left asking ourselves if it made that big of a difference). For now we are headed to Walmart.

Skip over this part, if you only want to know about Eric’s bike!

Now let me begin with, “Walmart! I realize you don’t really have to have good customer service nor do you have to treat your employees special, but oh how I wish you did!”

Side note everyone this is my, Teena Drake’s brain so this is a side note. If the Walmart corporation wants to hire me to teach YOU- Owners and head CEO and whoever else that is in charge- How to create a beautiful environment that will encourage people to want to shop at your store my email is Livelove.teena@gmail.com.

I mean I know of very few people who want or desire to shop there anymore. However, we do because…Idk I kind of feel like yes I am getting items cheaper, especially if I am unconcerned about the quality or customer service, but I love the employees and feel like as long as I shop there many people have employment. HOWEVER, it would be awesome to restructure what could be a beautiful thing. (Okay back to the story).

Part Two

We look at several bikes. Some were way up and others trapped in a new system, to I guess ensure no one slides a bicycle under their shirt. We compared having fenders, or not, gears were a must for him. After a great deal of belly, cheek, and head hurting laughter (you know the kind that the hurt feels so good) we had decided on one beautiful, basic, black bicycle. As we were rolling out with it, Eric said, “Wow! Look at that!”

I looked up and in the far corner, tucked away, on the top rack was a beautiful turquoise bike, with brown pleather seat, brown grips on the handle bars, with a bold stitching, Indian prints-pencil thin design stenciled on the side, thin tired, with gears, a bicycle, made for Eric Drake!

We pulled the rack out, somehow figured out how to pull it down (yes we asked for help, but no show), figured out the arm holding it down and there it was! It was beautiful and perfect for my honey bunny! He was the most adorable person, I know that’s not masculine sounding, but remember at this point, my state of mind is, we are two little kids picking out my best friends bicycle so we can go out to play.

We bought it, went home and prepared for an evening ride!

From this point forward I can actual say, “They rode off into the sunset, with gigantic smiles on their faces, a bubbly feeling of child like excitement, and lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

Please if you learn nothing else from my writings learn this!

You do deserve the very best!

You are amazing!

You are a GIFT from God that loves you no matter what!

Last point (for now)- Life is too short! Have fun while you are here. If riding a bicycle creates happiness for you, do it and if you have a partner who is willing to play with you, do it! No matter what it is you enjoy…DO IT!

God Bless

LiveloveLLC

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To my friend in a valley…

You are okay!

Yes! You are okay!

Look up, look up, LOOK UP!

My friend who is looking down…

Look up! Feel the warmth beaming in

The valley is for healing & nurturing

While here, look around & heal

Enjoy your nurturing friends

Bask in the sun like a sleepy cat

Heal, repair and rest

Be grateful for the valley & all it is

Now it is time to LOOK UP!

Your new journey is coming up

Now is your time to plan, heal gather

For the funfilled, scary (at times), road

The road – back up on the crest

Leave your worries in the valley

The nurterers will dispose of them

As you stand up to begin the journey

Inhale & exhale & smile

For it will be fun & as long as

You are following your bliss

Your next valley will not be so deep!

(Notice what punctuation sign is missing?)