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.
when mediumship heals
heart. beat.
Eight years ago I prayed to get out of this living hell so I could be with Mike again. Today, in the same Mike-free world, I'm prone to ending texts and emails with "I love this life!" We are here, our loved ones are Here, and it's all the same. There is nothing to fear. The heartbeat of Love is eternal.
inspired in the liminal!
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.
breathe in: a gift
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.
luv ya, really
Words from a dead husband caught my eye. The resulting message was reassuring and comforting, a reminder for all of us.
lo nett: hello from a dead husband
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
the holiness of our imperfection: 2
My dead friend came to me after meditation the other morning. I’d posed a question to her and she showed up to answer.
the holiness of our imperfection: 1
“The process of muddling through this life, of awakening again, isn't finding some outside truth or healing experience, it is excavating the truth of who we are, of shedding the layers of untruths and stories and experiences misinterpreted.”
ambulance, husband, gift
“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.”
ch-ch-ch-changes
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 