SAFEMASK Personal Protection Masks

Shawna Fitzpatrick, my daughter, is a fashion designer and through her company, Elements of Serenity, she has created these comfortable masks that are both serviceable and decorative.Promo Ad Please check out the Spirit Wind Collection store and take advantage of our 20% discount coupon code: SAFEMASK making these lined, reusable, durable and washable masks only $3.20 plus postage.

 

Fabric themes include: Dogs, Kitties, Farming, Hunting, Feathers, All Saints, Fashion and Assorted Solid colors. New fabrics added often!

These masks are both serviceable and decorative. They help us, and our loved ones, to stay safe and keep others safe from airborne droplets that could infect. Though not intended for clinical or healthcare workers, the SAFEMASK Plus masks are made with a pocket to hold a PM 2.5 Activated Carbon Filter for greater protection – especially when used with distancing guidelines.

Hunter ShawnaThese lined, washable masks are reusable and have a bendable adjustment to form lightly around the nose. With the flexible elastic ear adjustment, they will fit pre-teen to adult.

The fabric used is 100% cotton with a plain cotton lining with added pocket for a carbon filter. Please note, print designs vary and may not be exactly like the photo though they will retain the theme.

 

Stay Safe. Stay well. We also invite you to read our Spirit Wind Blog when you visit the online store at: STORE BLOG

Note: PM 2.5 Activated Carbon Filters can be purchased on Amazon and other outlets.

Crabtree

Pre-teen Novel Coming to Amazon 2021!


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is a pre-teen mystery/adventure about a brother and sister who are called to walk into the darkness TO BE the light. It is about making the right choices in life, it is about writing your own Chapters, it is about loving unconditionally to help others.

Twelve-year-old Sam and his sister Mel have just moved to a backward, mountain town. No Internet, no cell service, no computer games and nowhere to go. Their artist dad has inherited a dilapidated farmhouse from his uncle. Unknown to them, they’ve also inherited a 20-year old curse that has devastated the town for generations. Sam and Mel are the keys to unlocking the mystery, but there are no guarantees they’ll see their way through the darkness. Even the “NOW” can be stuck in time.

“It was like entering into a different world – one where there were only shadows and vibrating sounds coming from hidden corners.” ~Sam

Oranias was not bound
By the thoughts of man,
She wore her crown above.
Her wind was Strength,
Her rain was Truth…
Oranias, the Goddess of Love.

~ Jane Lindemuth Fitzpatrick

Crabtree, a novel by Jane L. Fitzpatrick, will be available SOON, on Amazon!

A Journey of OUR discovery…

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www.sacajaweathemovie.com

This journey to write and produce Sacajawea, The Windcatcher, the story of an icon of history, has taken me through twists and turns on a harrowing adventure. It has tested my patience and tenacity, and required a continual awakening, believing in something unseen. And, I have been a lesson-in-patience for Spirit, too, as I have made mistakes and needed to learn much about myself and this magical Calling.

This project is much more than I ever imagined. In the beginning, I was not able to see its magnitude, and quite possibly it may have scared me away if I had – for I was not yet looking for the miracles. I had to learn to get out-of-the-way, I had to believe the Words spoken, I had to watch for the Wonders, I had to be grateful.

When I started up this path, I didn’t know what to expect. I only knew, while sitting alone on Fort Rock, in Three Forks, Montana, May 20, 1989, I heard a voice in my ear that said, “I want you to write my story.”  It wasn’t a loud voice, more like a thought from somewhere else, but it was not to be ignored. Though initially, I made an attempt to write the story as a children’s book, I wasn’t yet spiritually ready to really begin. In fact, it wasn’t until 2003, when my daughter, Jerah, was heading to California to film school, and she prophetically suggested I write that Sacajawea story into a screenplay.

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Location Scout, Bow River near Calgary AB, Canada

It took me four years of what seemed like unending research and writing, and listening to a Spiritual voice I didn’t always understand. I had to capture the enormous Lewis & Clark journey and project it through Sacajawea’s eyes. I would come to learn, it was far bigger than even that. A miracle transpired, and eventually, the story became a reality in 2007, from a first-time screenwriter. After which, I had no idea what to do next, as I walked into the great unknown.

The journey has been long since then, with pitfalls at every turn, it seemed. It has required much personal sacrifice and unrelenting faith. Over the last two years, I have truly become aware of the depth and breadth of this project and its greater purpose.  It is so much more than a movie. When I look back over the path to get where we are, I marvel at the miracles, the synergies, the matrix, the enormous effort Spirit has made to wake us up, to show us something incredible, to communicate with us through nature and to be with us as we boldly walk ONWARD, no matter what.

I am overflowing with gratitude for our graphics and film professionals and those who are yet to come. As a team, we are committed to sharing Sacajawea’s message of Oneness, Unity, Peace and Love with the world – for she has gone to great lengths to bring it to us.

At the beginning of the film, from an eagle’s POV,  we soar across the big screen – we are flying high to incredible heights, passing the clouds, the sun and the stars!  And, the Light from this Warrior Woman Spirit is touching us all. We will never be the same, not us and not the world.

Watch for more very soon, as we move closer to production every day!  And, thank you for your devotion to following the path with us –  A journey of OUR discovery.

ONWARD!

Jane

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Teaser Reel shoot on the Oregon coast, Fort Stevens State Park.

Helping someone changes everything…

October 12, 2016 — My husband and I had always wanted my parents to live with us in their senior years. So, in 2001, we decided to add on a master suite and living room to our home for mom and dad, as they were in their late 70s. Unfortunately, mom had bladder cancer and dad suffered with Parkinson’s disease.

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Dr. Marvin and Sara Lindemuth, my precious parents

With the anticipation, both parents had a renewed excitement for life, especially dad. He was at the construction site nearly every day, even helping out as he could by overseeing and working in the yard.

When the day came for them to move in things were actually pretty good. Dad even had a little hope for the future and mom was starting a treatment for her bladder that had a good success rate.

We had such a wonderful time living together, though sadly, it was short-lived. After only two months, dad began having difficulty feeling his arms. We asked his neurologist and were told it was just a symptom of his condition and Parkinson’s drugs. We felt helpless because we were not sure what was going on and he was very worried and beginning to be extremely depressed again.

We tried to get answers from all of dad’s doctors, but for some reason no one could, or would, help us. Out of desperation one evening we went to the emergency room. He sat in a wheelchair for several hours, teary-eyed and frightened. Finally, we were told to take him home.

That night, my dad’s greatest fears were realized and he had a massive stroke, leaving his right side limp (his left hand had the Parkinson’s tremor) and making him unable to eat, drink, move, or talk. What haunts me even today is that if he had been in the hospital they could have given him immediate attention and it may not have been as debilitating. That night at the hospital his Living Will was not followed and a feeding tube was inserted to keep him alive, so he, subsequently, lay in a bed nearly motionless for 17 months.

For eight of those months, he was in a care facility and my mother went to see him each and every day, a huge strain on her physically. One morning when she arrived he was crying out loud, wailing. She struggled to calm him when one of the caregivers came in to tell her what had happened. Apparently, the fan was left on my dad all night and no one ever came to cover him up. Of course, he wet himself and even though he cried for hours he could not get anyone’s attention. This picture torments me still as I see him shivering through the long hours of the night.

My husband and I decided right there that we would bring him home, and we were committed to his care. We also knew the daily drive for mom was getting too much as she had started chemotherapy.

For nine months Matthew, mom and I took care of dad in our home, along with a daily caregiver. We did all we could do to make him comfortable and had many experiences that were both rewarding and trying.

Dad’s only way of communicating was a gentle squeeze with his left hand (meaning “yes”). To share one example that meant a lot to me, dad was agitated when I was going to clean him. I came around the bed and took his “good” hand in mine. I said, “Dad, I know this is uncomfortable for you, but I want you to know it is an honor for me to do it.” He began to tear. “Dad,” I said looking into his eyes, “would you do it for me?” Suddenly, I felt his hand tighten around mine. He began squeezing very hard, actually moving my hand up and down as tears flowed onto his cheeks. That was the last he stressed over me cleaning him and I really felt it had brought him some peace.

There were also times when I didn’t act quite so “noble.” The caregiver had to leave early so it was up to me to set up dad’s liquid food for the night. I had done it before, but I was feeling rushed and when I turned the bottle over the weight flipped it out of my hands. Liquid splattered down the wall and carpet. I impatiently said, “dog gone it!”

I saw those eyes looking up at me, staring. I felt bad, there he was laying motionless, completely dependent on me, and yet, I am upset? But, before I could say I was sorry, his eyebrows lifted as they did when he smiled, though his mouth stayed flat. Up again they went, and for a second I saw that old twinkle. All I could do was smile back. He didn’t know it but he led me that day to a different place – well, maybe he did know.

Dad passed away on October 22, 2003, at 80 years of age. He was such a sweet, gentle man. I deeply cherished him in every way and I’m so blessed he was my dad. As his caregiver, I realized more about what matters in life and believe the things we do to help others truly changes everything in the world.

Be blessed in those moments to cherish.

Jane

See it, know it, BE the change in the world — What is Love?

20150505_124121.jpgJune 14, 2015 – Love is not “religious.” We can believe on these words for we know we are more than just a body, more than just a mind… we have Creator’s Spirit within us (spirit).

We also have the eternal thought of love that moves us (mind), and our eyes and ears are ready to see and hear, and make choices as we walk it out (body). Yes, as One we are part of the Holy vibration and Sacred energy of that which IS. True love is not bound, for it is transparent, pure and free.

Reach out to your Soul this day! Take a few minutes and step outside, become a watcher of your heart. Read these words, and on every breath, hold the phrase for a moment, asking yourself what it really means to your life, not as a religious or non-religious person, but as a Spiritual Being?

*1 If I [can] speak in the tongues of men and [even] of angels, but have not love (that reasoning, intentional, spiritual devotion such as is inspired by God’s love for and in us), I am only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

And if I have prophetic powers (the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), and understand all the secret truths and mysteries and possess all knowledge, and if I have [sufficient] faith so that I can remove mountains, but have not love (God’s love in me) I am nothing (a useless nobody).

Even if I dole out all that I have to the poor [in providing food], and if I surrender my body to be burned or in order that I may glory, but have not love (God’s love in me), I gain nothing.

Love endures long and is patient and kind;

love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy,

is not boastful or vainglorious,

does not display itself haughtily.

It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride);

it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly.

Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking;

it is not touchy or fretful or resentful;

it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong].

It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.

Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening].

Love never fails [never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end].

As for prophecy (the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), it will be fulfilled and pass away;

as for tongues, they will be destroyed and cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away [it will lose its value and be superseded by truth].

For our knowledge is fragmentary (incomplete and imperfect),

and our prophecy (our teaching) is fragmentary (incomplete and imperfect).

10 But when the complete and perfect (total) comes, the incomplete and imperfect will vanish away (become antiquated, void, and superseded).

11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; now that I have become a man/woman, I am done with childish ways and have put them aside.

12 For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a dim (blurred) reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma],

but then [when perfection comes] we shall see in reality and face to face!

Now I know in part (imperfectly), but then I shall know and understand fully and clearly, even in the same manner as I have been fully and clearly known and understood [by God].

13 And so faith, hope, love abide [faith—conviction and belief respecting man’s relation to God and divine things; hope—joyful and confident expectation of eternal salvation; love—true affection for God and man, growing out of God’s love for and in us],

Faith, Hope and Love — these three; but the GREATEST of these is LOVE.

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LOVE IS ONLY GIVEN — Live in Love THIS way, and you will see it, know it and BE the change we all seek in the world.

*1 Corinthians 13 Amplified Bible with helps

 

Discover the Uni-VERSE that is the Spiritual Word

Last night I awoke at about 3:30 a.m. I had the 23rd Psalm going through my head, I could see the words floating across my eyes. The thought came to mind of what I understood as a child….

I envisioned God as a bearded grandpa, in a white robe, sitting on a throne in Heaven. I believed this from pictures I had seen in a book. I perceived God to be separate from me, but knew he loved me.

When understanding the 23rd Psalm by this “God,” someone outside of me, it was hard to internalize the meaning, and know HOW it applied to my life. What did it really mean besides poetic words and something I knew should be important to me, but I couldn’t quite grasp it?

I have come to look at the scriptures in a deeply personal way, not religious but Spiritual. I have come to believe what the Word says about God, that God is “SPIRIT” and must be worshipped in Spirit and in Truth (not as a separate human on a throne). When God is Spirit IN me, then these words come alive, and make sense TO my spirit. They then make sense to my life, too, for labels can separate us, but universal Spiritual truth brings us together as One.

Here is what I heard in the night…Psalm 23

1) The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

God is within me – he is Spirit IN ME. So my guide, my shepherd is not separate, but IN ME. God needs nothing, so in that belief, I know I have everything I need.

2) He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

Oh, how beautiful to KNOW I am part of everything that IS… to breathe and relax in that knowing — I can rest and listen, for the waters are calm, and I can drink from them in peace. I can also trust my intuition, for God is Spirit IN ME.

3) He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

In prayer, believing, I am renewed every day — Spirit, Mind, Body. Creation is mine and I am Creations. It is the path I walk toward the Light — Father, Son, Holy Spirit, righteousness, and it is Spirit IN ME. Not of man-made rules — it is Spiritual, yes, of that which IS. It is who I am.

4) Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Oh, life can be hard and painful, and physical death could await at any turn…. but, I am told 365 times in the Word, “Fear Not,” for God is Spirit IN ME. His armor embraces me, shields me, for my Spirit is protected and eternal. Death, where is thy sting?

5) Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

I am never alone for God is Spirit IN ME, and the table is set, even before my enemies. For I am strong, I am powerful, I am equipped, I am loved, I am “that,” I am — whatever “that” is. I have been anointed with the oil of protection. And the well-spring of living water has no end for it runs over and over, and never stops.

6) Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Happiness is mine, joy and peace, goodness and mercy. Though there are ups and downs on the journey, I keep walking, keep stepping, keep believing, receiving faith, walking in self-confidence, and knowing that I am free all the days of my life — however long that will be, for that is what it says. I am loved without condition. I am never afraid, never alone, because I am part of everything, all creation, all the Universe, all that is the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, all knowing and all powerful eternal energy, vibration and Spirit that is God, for it is IN ME.

When I became aware of my Spirit… I became a “watcher” of my life. The scales fell from my eyes and my ears opened to not just hear, but to listen. I knew nothing would stand in the way of Creation’s Love, not even me.

The Words of scripture can only be understood in Spirit and in Truth, and not through the minds of man, for that is what it says. One must go sincerely before the Light, get out-of-the-way, tear down the walls and barriers that bind them. One must be transparent and renewed, pouring out and filling up — indeed, it says we must be born again. It is the mystery of Love and Peace, no matter what we believe in. Yeshua (Jesus) did not die a scapegoat so we can skip “working out our salvation.” It says we must work it out, to be born again. It is our daily walk, but we know from the 23rd Psalm that we are not doing it alone for we have God, SPIRIT, IN us.

Words to Spiritually ponder:

1 Corinthians 13:12
John 4:24
1 John 4:4
Philippians 2:12-13
John 3:7-8
1 Corinthians 15:55

Writing Cats

“Cats are dangerous companions for writers because catwatching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance.” ~ Dan Greenburg

“A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys (keyboard).” ~ Barbara Holland

When I wrote my screenplay, “Sacajawea, The Windcatcher” (from 2003 – 2007), I must truly say I could not have written it without my big, red cat, Atticus Finch. He was one of my inspirations, and though it may have appeared that I was avoiding my writing by playing with him, for me it was quite the opposite.

AtticusAtticus was the greatest cat in the world – I say “was” because we sadly lost him this year. He was my Hemingway cat, a polydactyl. He had huge paws with extra toes and he loved me with his little soul. His eyes were always focused on me and he would run to me whenever I called his name, from anywhere in the house.

It was the summer of 2004, and being summer, my garden needed attending. So, my days were filled with writing and weeding, writing and watering, writing and sowing. And, of course, Atticus was at my side, rolling in the dirt and teasing the dogs behind the fence – they were jealous of his freedom. Later, he’d roll around the papers on my desk, stretching his arms across the computer keys that kept him from constantly laying in my lap. We wrote the logline, the Synopsis, the Treatment, and the Script together. Summer, fall, winter, spring, summer again… He was truly part of the creative process and I know my script would not be the same without my boy.

GuidoI have a new feline inspiration now, his name is Mr. Guido. He is a Siamese with blue eyes and he is a lover. He will not allow the keyboard to get between us – he jumps up and pushes right into place. He stretches his arms around my neck and taps his lips to mine. Atticus would definitely be jealous – but, who knows, when I think about it, Guido does, somehow, feel like a very familiar soul.

Are you being Called to greatness?

Life is a magnificent and magical mystery. But, “everyday” experiences can get our eyes off the truth about our personal journey. Yet, it is the “every day” that is showing us the way. How do we know, how can we see?

Jane L. Fitzpatrick is on a powerful sojourn. There has been light and dark along the path; there has been heartache and worry, concern and utter joy. She has stood on the edge of a cliff with her back to the abyss, yet somehow, she has balanced her life through gratitude and thanksgiving. She has listened to intuition, she has also ignored it. She has made wrong and hard choices. And, she is still standing.

The Literary Love Affair

Why do I write?  Completing a work that clearly presents what I believe, know and care about, in a way that touches someone, is one of the greatest feelings in my world.

But, there are some days when it is utterly impossible to even get started.  On those days, I realize I have not “thought” long enough.  For, thinking is part of writing, though the non-writer doesn’t understand this.  In fact, they even try to describe the process as “being lazy.”  Some people just do not see…

I sit, staring at a snow-capped mountain in the distance behind a field full of wild daisies.  I watch the irony of an airplane streaking across the sky, while an eagle hovers in one place holding its wings against the wind.  A bee buzzes past the airy screen door…  What was that quote I loved?  Or that story on the news about a rich, elderly lady who fed the poor — what did she feel, what did she believe?

Many times, it is a very private and personal place that I find myself.  Soaking in the world around me, staring into space and thinking about the emotional connection to my topic at hand — that is where I always find the words, if I “think” long enough.

There is only one other place in my life that I allow myself to connect as deeply, and that is with my love, my husband of 31 years.  So, in the words of writer and literary critic, Alfred Kazin, I define how I truly feel about what and why I write, “When a writer talks about his work, he’s talking about a love affair.”