I’ll be transparent with you – I’m having a hard time finding my holiday joy. My cookies and fudge haven’t been made. I’ve hardly watched any Hallmark Christmas movies. I’ve been going to bed at 7 pm, simply wanting the day and the week to end. In a late-night meditation, the other night, I took inventory of my soul and found so many splinters. Like so many, this year I lost family members and several friends. In all my years... Read more
The Christmas music was playing, the wine glasses full, and the card games in full swing. I was only three years old. I was likely over-tired and over-sensitized by the sights, sounds, smells, and the anxious wait for Santa to come the next morning. I apparently threw a tantrum about something, and my uncle yelled at my mom that I was too needy and too spoiled. He said that I was a lot. I was only three years old, after... Read more
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference.” – Steve Jobs [Stanford... Read more
It was September 2nd and even though it was a Thursday, it was my Friday after working 40 days straight. I wore a pale pink dress with matching pink shorts and soft makeup. Chuck and I were going to have a date after my work, so he drove me. I was excited to give sessions to my clients, but I was also excited for some days off to recollect myself. Chuck asked if I wanted breakfast and I wasn’t really... Read more
The clock showed not even eight-o-clock at night, but the sky screamed midnight. Then a deafening silence like a roller coaster cart looming at the top before the fall, unaware of what next. What next would be the rage of Mother Nature. I was oddly calm when I yelled out, “Oh my God, it’s a tornado!” to my husband, who leaped from his seat. The sound of trees hitting the earth in every direction had us darting for the windows... Read more
My brother was always my parent’s favorite. I don’t say that for sympathy, albeit there were times it would hurt me. Duane could do no wrong, even when he was doing wrong. Even Duane would roll his eyes at the blatant favoritism that he got. “Dad, we are going out for Mother’s Day lunch. Want to come,” I asked my dad every single Mother’s Day. “No, Duane might come over,” he’d tell me. “It’s not Duane day, it’s Mother’s Day,... Read more
Over the past couple weeks, there’s been a common theme – burnout. Whether from the pandemic or simply the energy, so many seem on edge. Even those who are typically the most positive. Our thoughts, feelings, words, and actions are all forms of energy and everything we think, feel, say, or do create a reality for our now and set pathways for the future. We are each responsible for everything that happens in our life. It’s a hard nugget to... Read more
Oracle Cards are an excellent way to listen to your guides and your higher self, and sort through the confusion. We are bombarded by real life that we forget to take a minute to tune in. Oracle can help reassure. They can help renew and they can help remind you of your inner strength. Below are 4 Oracle cards from the beautiful deck of Spirit de la Lune. The backs are all the same, but by using your intuition choose one... Read more
My brother journeyed to heaven on Friday afternoon with family, including our dad, bedside. He was just 61 years young. A fall a few weeks ago led to fractures, several hospital visits, a heart ablation, and ultimately a severe bacterial infection in his blood that could not be tamed. It spread bacterial lesions and masses that shut down his organs, made his joints painful, and created a sort of blindness that happened suddenly. With the nurses and doctors at St.... Read more
It was years ago when I stood in the middle of the clearance section of a book store to find a woman crying. “Are you okay?” I gently asked her. She pointed to a pile of books and burst into tears again. The front cover had a picture of a lady, dressed in a red suit, hair freshly curled, makeup done just so, and smiling bright. It took me a moment but then recognized the woman crying was the woman... Read more
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