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Roses – What’s with All the Roses?

  By referencing roses in the month of February, one might anticipate a post about love, friendship, and appreciation for others. Nope. Not here!  Though, I will speak about roses as they relate to personal development.   Roses are known to be symbols of love, friendship, purity, all depending upon the color of the rose.  Some traditions find that when gifting roses to another, one must send an appropriate color associated with personal intent and feelings.  Simply based on color alone, there’s potential for miscommunication.  Oh, my, it’s so complicated! I am proposing another use for the beautiful rose, in which color does not matter. In past blogs, “Cloudy with A Chance of Sunshine” and “Glitter Money & Anxiety,” I mentioned how we can get stuck on pictures, ideas, thoughts, emotions that no longer serve us well.  I spoke about our ability to find neutrality and simply release our hold on […]

Cloudy, with a Chance of Sunshine

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 […]

Dance as a Path for Healing: Reclaiming One’s Self

During my elementary school years, beginning ballet turned to tap dance and eventually I switched to gymnastics; so by the sixth grade, I was no longer in the dance recital, I was in the audience observing it.  I recall this so vividly because there was a featured dancer on stage. A classmate nearby identified that dancer as me.  Obviously, it was not, for as I pointed out, I was sitting right there. By being mistaken for the featured dancer, my awareness of the ability to dance in relation to others was heightened.  Self-critique had entered my consciousness.  I dabbled in dance, whereas that dancer on stage was more committed.  I never knew who that dancer was, but looking back, it very well could have been my dear friend, Michelle, whom I met the first day of middle school. Michelle, my new best friend in the seventh grade, became my dancing […]

What’s In a Name?

  “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” – says Juliet to Romeo as written by William Shakespeare. I would agree with Juliet.  Who we are, our truest essence, is not defined by our name.  As Spirit, we are not bound by names, circumstances, physical limitations, job titles, archetypes, gender, even death.  We are free, limitless, eternal beings, here to express our love and joy with the world. Yada yada yada… Don’t get me wrong, I do believe that.  It’s just that spiritual awareness on that level is better expressed by people more spiritually aware than I, (i.e. Michael Tamura, The Dalai Lama, to name a few).  Jesus.  You know, people who actually live life that way daily.    I, on the other hand, am still in the inconsistency phase.    So, let’s explore another quote. “Rose is a rose is a rose […]

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, […]