Stories about life, love, death, and what comes after.
We really are okay even when we don’t feel it. Grief doesn’t mean we’re broken or damaged. We can be healed AND sad, whole, shining, AND feeling alone. A little boy’s eyes reminded me of just how connected we always are, no matter how we may be feeling.
The Audubon guide said “I’ve never seen anything like it. Never. Not this close. Not this early. Not in these numbers. It’s unbelievable.” Only it’s not. Love landed three birds before us and they were a magnet for the rest. Our belief lands the gifts our people send us, and our acceptance is a magnet for more. Trust. Your. Self. Just do it.
I've been reading a book called The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can't Stand Positive Thinking, by Oliver Burkeman. It's fascinating, especially for people like me, long-steeped in the The Secret brand of optimism so pervasive in the metaphysical world. First, to be clear, positive thinking is great! I love a good affirmation as much … Continue reading hitting bottom: when the monster comes
Twenty nine years ago, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, a young man I loved was found dead in a ditch in north Tulsa, shot three times in the back of the head.
Life’s kind of crazy right now in a lot of ways. This podcast with Kristi Peck and medium Sandy Soulsister is a joyous escape from the ordinary, a reminder that there really is magic afoot in this world and we are that.
There are countless ways our loved ones in spirit let us know they’re still right here. One of my husband’s favorite is sending scents. There is magic afoot in the world if we open our hearts and minds — and breathe in.
Words from a dead husband caught my eye. The resulting message was reassuring and comforting, a reminder for all of us.
I don’t often ask my guides or loved ones for signs these days. I don’t really ask them for much at all because I have such certainty they are with me. It would be like elbowing my sister as we’re driving across town. “Yo! Send me something, yeah? Toss me a penny, maybe float a … Continue reading lo nett: hello from a dead husband
“I was running around town this morning when I heard a siren and saw an ambulance with lights swirling in my rear view mirror. I pulled over to allow it passage and as I watched it speeding down Harvard, I burst into tears.”
I've spent the summer completing the most monumental task, one I never actually dreamed I could finally put to rest. I have written almost nothing in that time but on this day that I'm finally done, this memory popped up on Facebook. It's fitting, because two years ago when I wrote this, I'd just finished … Continue reading ch-ch-ch-changes
An Unexpected Mystic 