FINDING JOY

I recently wrote about losing my joy rock that my friend Kristen gave me when she was visiting this summer. I stopped looking for it, because I had the thought that it would show up again when I started finding joy in my life again.

Also, I have lately been trying to figure out how to bring together my author activities and my metaphysical nurse activities and have it all under one umbrella. I have been following impulses and acting on ideas, some successful, and some, not so much.

joy rock

And then I had the idea to look for it in the small case I keep in my pocketbook that contains my business cards, and there it was! Nestled in between both stacks of cards. Keep reading

JOY

For many years, I was fortunate enough to be part of a small group of women who practiced yoga together at the home of the instructor

Me and Kristen, photo by Bill Creamer

Me and Kristen, photo by Bill Creamer

(and my good friend) Kristen. We were together at least one day per week and we laughed, cried, supported each other, and cheered each other on to be, on any given day, the best we could be.

Then Kristen moved away. Our group disbanded. We were (and are) very sad about this. After many years of practice with my teacher, I was now a woman without a yoga class. Recently,  I was blessed to be able to revisit the past. Kristen came to Maine to visit for 2 weeks and was kind and generous enough to spend 3 of her mornings practicing yoga with us. She also had a small pouch of stones with her. She asked us each to pull one. I pulled JOY. Which I loved! And then promptly lost. As I looked through all of my (millions of) bags trying to find it, I realized that this whole episode is a metaphor for my life right now: looking for joy in all the wrong places. I remembered that at the last Enlightenment Expo, I had a conversation with an Angel Intuitive who told me the Angel of Joy was with me because…wait for it…I didn’t have enough joy  in my life. And that was in APRIL! Note to self: Work harder on this! Yoga at the Wells Harbor Gazebo was a good start.

BOOK REVIEW: A Still, Small Voice by Echo Bodine

I was in the middle of two other books when I suddenly felt an urgency to read this book. Echo Bodine still small coverI picked this one up and put the others aside. I read another book by this author last year, Hands That Heal, and enjoyed it very much. This book popped up in much the same way, out of the blue. I forget how I even learned about it!

So right at the beginning, Echo talks about listening to her mother. This resonated with me because just this week, I was talking someone (My husband? My daughter? My higher self? I forget!) about how I never listened to my mother. I have no idea why I didn’t. But my mom, as Echo describes her mom, “…always had an uncanny knowing about everything that happened in our lives.”  It was unsettling, I always thought. Now I know why: it was her intuition. Keep reading

What to call your book

I have been working on a book about my metaphysical practices for about six months now, and it’s going very well, except for one thing.
I am not sure what to call it!  It’s not that I can’t think of a title, it’s that I can think of so many titles that I don’t know which one to pick. This also happened to me when I was writing my novel, One Brave Thing.

Dream blog photo

One day, I had a very vivid dream, where I heard a phrase very clearly, and it woke me up. I didn’t even have to write this down, it was so clear (but of course, I did!). When I first got it, I wasn’t sure of its significance.  Of course, I knew it was important, I just wasn’t sure why. Keep reading

Animal guides

Verde 2 with Heron photo by Esther Shapiro used with permission

Verde River, Camp Verde, Az. Great Blue Heron photo by Esther Shapiro used with permission

Last week I was driving by the river near my house and saw a Great Blue Heron from the corner of my eye. Amazing! So beautiful! He (I believe) held himself motionless in the river for several seconds so that I could be sure of what I was seeing.

My husband said, “You probably just saw a stick.”

A day or so later, passing by the same river, I saw it again! I had the exact same thought that I am having now as I tell you about it: Amazing!
This time my husband was with me and also saw it. Stick? Ha! I think not!
I was sorry I wasn’t able to get a photo of my heron, and then the next day when I went to work, there he was! The Great Blue Heron was sitting in my email inbox, sent by a friend and colleague, Esther,(who wrote a wonderful book that I reviewed on my other blog, kwrites (just click on her name to read the book review). Keep reading

BOOK REVIEW: Growing Up Psychic by Chip Coffey

You don’t have to suspect your child of psychic tendencies to enjoy Growing Up Psychic book coverreading Growing Up Psychic by Chip Coffey, but if you do, then you’ve found your book. Chip knows his topic from both sides of the equation. He was a psychic kid, and he has worked extensively to help other psychic kids understand, appreciate, and own their individual gifts. He likens psychic ability with, say, the ability to play the flute. He levels the playing field, and thereby makes psychic kids just…kids. Every kid is special and every kid has their own unique abilities. The trick is to foster their confidence and understanding and keep ignorance-related fear at bay. Keep reading