choosing the way I respond to life…

I decided to go for a solitary hike on Saturday. I’ve been a hiker for most of my adult life, but I’ve never quite felt safe going alone. I’ve always admired women who could do this, and enjoy it, but when I was alone, I felt hyper-vigilant and that wasn’t very relaxing. So on Saturday,…

Take a new picture…a kinder one.

I was recently given a gift that reminded me of my maternal grandfather, and so I've been thinking a lot about him. He is one of the few people who has come to me in a dream, and upon awakening I felt deep a sense of longing for his presence. He was (to me) a…

The holographic universe

One of the most startling experiences in my life happened when I began to see that every being and every situation I encountered was showing me an aspect of myself. I'd heard about this for years in statements like,"We live in a holographic universe",  but I never really knew what it meant, because I hadn't…

The key, the lesson, and a give-away!

My mother has always been a giving person, especially with her children. lf one of us said to her, "I like the sweater you're wearing mom", she'd inevitably respond, "Do you want it?" or she'd just go change and come out wearing another top, while handing the one we'd admired to us. We've gotten into…

True protection

A few years ago, I made an appointment with an energy practitioner whom I'd heard good things about. I traveled quite a distance to meet with him, and found the session to be very powerful, but at the end he strongly suggested that I come back for follow-up appointments, indicating that I needed quite a…

Supporting a new belief

Yesterday afternoon, I was trying to nap, and Fred plopped himself down right next to my head. This isn't all that unusual but this time, just as I was drifting into a very peaceful sleep, he started grooming himself (and Fred is a very loud licker!). I kept trying to ignore the sound, but his…

genuine goodness

When my son Matt was about 14, we were sitting on our front steps talking, and noticed a young boy riding his bike up the street, stopping at the houses before ours. He looked like a poor kid, not unhappy, but you could see he didn't have a lot materially. He was selling pot holders.…