Monthly Archives: November 2015

Leap Of Faith







“Take a chance on faith. Not religion, but faith. Not hope, but faith. I don’t believe in hope. Hope is a beggar. Hope walks through the fire and Faith leaps over it.” ~Jim Carrey

His name is Shadow and one of his superpowers is:


I’m sure at this point you are thinking…


Here is his story…. 
He moved into the Kent Emporium in July 2014, shortly after I made the comment “I’m done with cats! After Phaedra is gone…no more cats!” (Note to self – be careful what you say, the universe does listen). 

He had found the cat door leading from outside, to the basement, to the first floor, and then to the cat food bowl. Over the next few months, he became a fixture in the back of the first floor….meaning…he would sit in the corner by the basement door, watch everyone, and after we all left, he would eat the cat food. I named him Shadow as he would sit in the shadows hoping not to be seen.

Last Thanksgiving, Shadow appeared in the back of the room during the family gathering. My cousin started to walk towards him and I told her “Shadow is wild. You will not be able to pet him.” My uncle gave me a shocked look and I responded:


With my Monday-Friday travel schedule, it was easy for Shadow to remain “wild” as there was little human interaction (other than my father who would fight with him occasionally over who got to sit in the lazy boy chair). During the Christmas season, that all changed. I was spending 90% of my time at the Kent Emporium and as a result Shadow was struggling to lose his old story of fear. Armored with big fang teeth and sharp claws…he would lash out whenever he felt fear. During the Christmas season, my calm and peaceful space slowly shifted to a place of fear as myself plus various friends and family were scratched and bitten by Shadow. At one point, while a friend sat at the bar, I made the following statement “Shadow…I can no longer live this way. You can choose to be tame or I will personally shoot you and put you out of your misery! You can no longer live your life in a of state of fear at the Kent Emporium.” My friend was shocked by my statement as he knows that I would never shoot an animal. I don’t even own a gun. When I made that statement, I realized I was done with “hoping”. Hoping this situation would get better, hoping Shadow would magically become tame, etc. At that point I took a


and I decided to open my holistic toolbox and put some drops of Rescue Remedy on his food. Rescue Remedy works on people, so I thought “why not?”. It was my final attempt to assist him with letting go of his old story of fear. Within the next two days, Shadow lost his old story and shifted from living in fear to loving fearlessly.

What caused Shadow to let go of the old story of hope (begging that I and everyone else would just go away) and take a leap of faith into a new story? Unfortunately, since he is a cat, I will never know that rest of the story. Even to this day, my friends (who knew Shadow at his worse) marvel over how loving he is. You would never know that he spent 5+ years as a wild feral cat.


  • Where in your life can you fear less and love more?
  • Where in your life do you need to lose the old story of Hope? (Hope that things will get better; Hope that I will endure the struggles; Hope that I can overcome the challenges)
  • Where do you need to shift to the new story of Faith? (Faith is a belief that things will get better.  A belief that I will endure the struggles.  Belief that I will overcome the challenges)


Robin Rosenstiel

Dreamer of Improbable Dreams. 
Living Fearlessly. 
Creating Soul Alchemy.

Rear View Mirror


“Let today be the day you give up who you’ve been for who you can become.”

~ Hal Elrod


I decided to de-clutter my house this past weekend. In April of this year, I closed down my apartment in Racine WI and moved everything back to Kent IL. This is the first time since 2006 that all of my stuff has been in one location. After living in multiple countries and multiple places for years, it felt good to finally establish roots in one place. As I started to go through my consolidated stuff in Kent, I threw all of the “I don’t know” stuff into the back bedroom and closed the door. Throughout the course of the summer I would occasionally open the door, look at the stuff, and then quickly close the door. I basically avoided the back bedroom with a passion as I kept thinking “one of these days I will get to it”. Suddenly this past weekend I realized that I could no longer run and had to face this stuff lurking in the back bedroom. Initially I thought I was neglecting the back bedroom due to time (work travel schedule) when in fact if was all about avoidance.


As I started to review the items I concluded that none of the items belong in Kent. These were not “well used” items that have seen better days, but items that were basically brand new. Items purchased for my apartment in Racine that represented hopes and dreams of a life that would never materialize. As I filled my car full of lost hopes and dreams, I started to view my life through the rear view mirror. My old story of “I’m not good enough” returned and played through my mind like an old broken record.

  • I didn’t work hard enough to make this dream a reality.
  • I should of been more flexible and more accommodating.
  • I asked for too much.
  • I should of put others’ needs before my own.
  • I didn’t make enough time.


As I drove my car full of lost hopes and dreams to the local Charity Donation Center, I decided that I was tired of listening to my old “I’m not good enough” story and decided…

Don’t let the mistakes and the disappointments of your past control and direct your future.

After I arrived at the Charity Donation Center, an older gentleman offered to assist me with unloading the car. As we unloaded each box from the car together, I said a silent blessing and wished that each item would fill another home with blessings, hopes, and dreams. As I left the Charity Donation Center, my thoughts turned from “I’m not good enough” to “Here I am again alone”. Starring out the rear view mirror I realized that…

Sometimes you just need to smash the rear view mirror with your fist!”

As I pulled into Kent, I realized that not only did I let go of physical baggage on that drive but also emotional baggage…baggage that needed to be released in order to make space for new hopes and dreams. Starting today I’m not looking back…it’s time for me to start writing a new chapter.

Are you ready to start writing a new chapter?

  • What have you been avoiding?
  • Why are you avoiding it?
  • What story does this “avoidance” have to tell you?
  • Who would you be without the story?