When I took off my wedding rings for the first time since Mike’s funeral, he had something to say. Signs are everywhere when we open our hearts.
My mother vanished 49 years ago. And then she came back from the dead. Mediumship is so healing. This is how I came to believe.
Being present for our loved ones at the time of death brings great gifts. Listen to this podcast about the holy experience of sharing death.
If and when we open our eyes to the fact that the world we see around us is not all there is, magical things begin to happen. In the overall scheme of the universe, they may not actually be magical. They don't really just begin when we open our eyes. It is more likely that … Continue reading look! an apport! (wait, what’s an apport?)
"... What, after all, would be banging on the window on a quiet street at midnight? Brad opened the front door a few inches, peeked out, and suddenly there was a wild onslaught of heavy feathered body and flapping wings. A "really big" bird hurtled through the few inches of opening and shot into the house."
Our loved ones in spirit will always be available when the stories of us need the stories of them to keep moving forward, to heal from grief, to feel the love again of those we've lost. The universe really is a hologram. It's all there, ready and waiting for a spark of energy -- a thought -- to create; for some aspect of the One to shine forth. We'll all go Home one day, dropping our costumes, waking up from the dream, and then we'll once again see our Self as the blindingly beautiful One that we are.
Years ago, about seven months after my husband died, I was driving across town on a glorious spring day, top down on my little car. I was thinking of the circumstances of Mike’s illness and death, of the countless instances of extreme neglect and serious errors which led to cardiac arrest, subsequent kidney failure and, … Continue reading forgiving the unforgivable
No one comes here with the intention of hurting another, and yet it happens. Our challenge is to remember that there is light within each of us, no matter how unlikely that may seem.
Blogs are so 2005, aren't they? But since the fading away of my first effort, the aptly named Big Ass Belle, I've continued writing stories about life, love, death, and how we return to ourselves after the worst imaginable, because my own worst possible thing happened in 2012. Grief and loss will touch every one … Continue reading why a blog? why now?