Stories about life, love, death, and what comes after.
“It’s as if those 14 years had been wadded up and stuffed back on some lower shelf in the art studio only to tumble out and trip me up out of the blue… And what did I trip over? Two diagnoses. Two autoimmune disorders. TWO. What?? How could this happen? I am connected. I am deeply spiritual. I’ve done the work ~ for decades. I know who I am!!!”
…It started over a dinner with Suzanne and Anita Moorjani. Healing. Why do some get it and others not? Why do we even get sick in the first place? As usual, I have thoughts.
It is very rare that I feel led to share something like this — and I get nothing for doing so. Just hoping that others may find this as useful as I have. Peace, centeredness, connection with spirit. All of the good things are here.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the randomness, chaos, and utter unpredictability of life. We all have free will, of course. But alas, so does every other being we encounter. I may plan for a direct, sunshine-y, drama-free path, yet there all y’all are, out there in your bumper cars, driving all crazy and slamming into things.
