look! an apport! (wait, what’s an apport?)

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?)

spirit comes in feathers

"... 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."

excitations of love

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.

forgiving the unforgivable

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

why a blog? why now?

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?

a blog again

Years ago I was sitting in my library on a cold, rainy afternoon. My thoughts turned to the five years I spent in Houston in the late 1970s. I was thinking of my beautiful, lively, dancing friends, men from my Montrose apartment complex who introduced me to the magic of The Old Plantation and other … Continue reading a blog again

home again

When Mike died I became Homeless. I didn’t actually know what to call it then. I only remember how bereft I felt hearing the last beat of his heart, how it changed everything. The world at 3 pm on September 23, 2012, was vastly different from the world one heartbeat later. It even looked different. … Continue reading home again