by Karen Creamer | May 17, 2016 | health
I am trying to get motivated and get moving again, now that it’s May. Notice I didn’t say ‘warming up’? Because it was in the 30’s last night, for goodness sake!
I have to get moving though, because when it was in the 70’s for 5 minutes back in April, I thought, hey, it’s time. The clothes are, you know, shrinking.
So here’s my tip (which I am borrowing from Jerry Seinfeld, which you already know if you follow my Metaphysical Nurse Facebook page): cross off every day that you complete your goal. For me right now, it’s exercise. Get yourself a string of x’s and you’ll see: you won’t want to miss a day because you won’t want to break the chain. Keep reading
by Karen Creamer | May 15, 2016 | Angels, Animals, Spiritual Practice
I met a doggie at Zen and Company that my friends Sue and Don are fostering. A troubled dog. A dog that was in trouble. The kind of dog that probably wouldn’t be the first choice of many people to take home. An imperfect dog. Flawed.
Her name? Here’s the thing: whenever I think, What’s her name? I immediately hear, “Ivy”. But that’s not her name.
Her name is Piper Sage. Piper Sage is the luckiest unlucky dog in the world, because she is now with Sue and Don, who have big compassionate hearts that are wrapping Ivy–I mean Piper–in love and protection and support right now. They have done it before for other dogs, and they will surely do it again for new, as yet unmet, dogs. Lucky dogs. Keep reading
by Karen Creamer | May 11, 2016 | Rocks and Crystals, Signs and Symbols, Spiritual Practice
I get a lot of my big ideas near the water, and often that means at the ocean. One particular day when I was dreaming big and wondering if it was too big, I asked the Universe, “Am I on the right track with this?”
I kept listening for an answer, and the signs arrived pretty soon thereafter. I saw a mussel shell, a small one, that reminded me of my childhood when I often spent summer days at Nantasket Beach with my grandmother. I collected these shells and kept them in a shoebox on her front porch. Keep reading
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