As of late, I have not found my inspiration to blog. I skipped November and this is the beginning of a rewrite I had started for December. Originally, I began to write about inner light. “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” It’s the season of celebrating light of all kinds; the birth of the Child of Light, the miracle of Hanukkah candles burning, store fronts and streets aligned with lights because, um, it’s a pagan ritual celebrating the return of light at the winter solstice? Oh, it’s good for business. ‘Tis the season of outer light illuminations. All well and good. Yet, when I began to write about inner light shining, I recognized that I was feeling more in the shadows. During the busy holiday season, perhaps if we’re lucky, mindful and/or aware, we will acknowledge the inner light within ourselves and others, radiating out to […]
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Which What Who
October. A chance to put on a costume and become someone or something else. I’m not a Halloween enthusiast when it comes down to ME dressing up. Don’t get me wrong when I say I care not to be a sexy fairy or nurse, nor the store bought hot dog or crayon. No judgement here. Go for it, if so inclined! But for me, unless I can do something unique, highly authentic or completely ridiculous, I’d prefer to be just me. Last October, I attended a West Coast Swing dance event that featured an evening Halloween costume parade. I participated by wearing one of two ridiculous costumes I had put together that year. It was at this event that I began to wonder what on earth would be a worthy costume for next year. “Ah ha!,” I thought. “I will be a Which, What, Who! I’ve never seen that costume […]
Spiritual Awakening-My Back Story
I have had friends and clients ask how I got into the field of Healing and Soul Education. In my awareness, I did not grow up being clairvoyant, clairaudient, clairsentient or any of the “clairs.” I consider myself to be a “normal” person, as average as many of us think ourselves to be; so, when did my awareness of spiritual matters begin? As a child I attended a Congregational church. I made golden spray-painted macaroni framed Jesus pictures, marched to the front of the congregation with flowers on Children’s day, rang bells in the children’s bell choir. Upon confirmation, I wrote about my beliefs about Jesus and religion. We were not told what to believe, but were offered opportunities to come to our own decisions. The church welcomed a questioning mind. At the time, the minister of the church considered himself to be a Universal mystic, but as a teenager, […]