Monday, April 23, 2018

May You Never...

There will be no photographs with this post as I'm not sure I could find appropriate ones. 

I hope that you may never: 

Live in a war zone and have to choose to stay with the danger of the or choose to flee your home, if that is even a choice for  you.

Face anger and hate if you do and can flee your home.

Be abused or harmed on any level - physically, emotionally, psychically.

Be an abuser or someone who harms other. 

Face hunger and thirst.

Be someone who truly doesn't have enough.

Be someone who thinks that they don't have enough and becomes a hoarder. 

Be someone who sees others as an enemy. 

Be someone who sees no possibility in life for love, for hope, for joy.

I think that I could l probably go on for sometime about what I hope you may never face, or that anyone anywhere should have to face, but I think I will stop before I possibly depress myself. 

Monday, April 16, 2018

Stepping Outside my Boundaries - Again

Yes, it's good to have appropriate boundaries. Having them means taking care of yourself. But, and this is a big but I think, boundaries can hem you in, keep you from growing and expanding. 

I have written before about being an introvert who has ended up in extrovert professions. It is quite easy for me to throw up a boundary and say no to something. 

It's a good thing that I have friends who can push me a bit so that I can become open to things. I saw an email on a local listserv from the Center for Transformational Practice. The CTP is having its annual Summerfest and was putting out a call for applications for participating in the fest. I am used to working psychic fairs, being a guest on local cable TV shows and Internet radio shows. So, this was not outside my comfort zone.

I contacted my friend who designed the book to suggest that we apply to be part of the fest to put the book out there, do some sample meditations, and the like. She looked at me when we got together for tea and told me that she thought I should do a poetry reading. My instant thought was no. I immediately threw up a mental barrier between myself and the possibility of doing a reading. Oh nooooooo. That felt as if I would be exposing myself too much.

But, I let the thought become a seed. I let it plant itself inside my mind. I let it grow roots down into my heart where the edge between me and the universe is very thin, where there really is no boundary between me and what is possible. Lo and behold, I put doing a poetry reading in the application for the fest. I made a list of poems to read, even though we will not know until next month if we are accepted for the fest which isn't until the end of July. 

I also realized at some point that, when I started this blog, I was reluctant to reveal anything about myself. I have now stepped outside that boundary and am writing more about me and not using just the good old third person writing style. It's interesting what can change when I decide to step outside my self-imposed boundaries. 

Again, boundaries can be useful, especially when we put them into place to protect ourselves from harm. But, how much do we miss when we have limitations that bind us, that keep us from trying new things? What amazing things can happen when we step over the fence or through the gate?

The first four images are from my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here). The fifth image is by Matthew Smith and was found on 

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Monday, April 9, 2018

Lying Down on the Job

I have started meditating lying down. I started this when I decided I wanted to use what some people call a crystal grid while I meditated. This involved selecting particular crystals and stones and placing them on my body. I was working on releasing some energy that had become stuck in certain place in my body. I decided that I like doing this especially as I can place a cloth over my eyes to meditate with it. It is easier for me to see images that may come to me during meditation if it is dark. I confess that the other thing I like about this is I can be covered up and, in some sense, cocoon while I meditate. I don't know that this will be permanent, but it works for me for now. 

What other time is it good to lie down on the job? (I will also confess that I looked up whether I should be using lying/lie or laying/lay -- English can be confusing at times even for native speakers.) I think a good time to lie down on the job is when I'm stressed, tired and just need to slow down. Breathing might come more easily that way. It will also slow me down if I can remember to do this rather than running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  

Lying down on the job might be a good thing when I need to center myself. I could do centering prayer or just not think about much at all. Lying down on the job could be the thing to do when I want to connect more with nature, with the sun, the earth, the sky. I suppose it should be when I am lying down purposefully and not just being lazy. 

And, I suppose most of all, lying down on the job could be useful and effective when I want to connect with the One, or as the meditation saying in the image to the right says, when I want to rest my mind in the One. 

I hope you find the times that lying down on the job works for you. 

The first image is by Johannes Plenio, the third is by Adam Cao and both were found on The second and fourth images are from my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here). I will be glad to help you if you would like some help on your journey, either through Channeled Angel Readings or Life Coaching (here).

Monday, April 2, 2018

What Happens When I Fail to Invite Muse to Sit with Me

I think it is good for me to have a regular practice of sitting down once a week and blogging (and occasionally more than that). But, this practice requires that I invite muse to pull up a chair and help me figure out what I want to say each week. I had a bit of a struggle making that invitation this morning. So, I paid some bills, updated Quickbooks, filed away the documentation for my March income. So, I guess muse said so why not talk about what happens when you fail to invite me to show up.

Because muse can hang around as much as much as muse wants, but it doesn't help me if I don't open myself up to her (I like to think of my muse as female since I am female). Sometimes I think of her as a word witch, a being who conjures up words for me.

Muse has also helped me knit, make collages and bead bracelets and necklaces. The truth, however, is that, except for writing and some knitting, I seem to have stopped inviting muse in for a chat, for inspiration. The writing seems lately to focus mostly on the blog. I have stopped writing poems inspired by the meditation images in my book. Let alone poems in general.

There are times that muse sneaks up on me to provide the needed spark if I have my barriers down. A poem came to me fully written once in the middle of the night. Another came to me just as I was going to sleep. Then there are the novel plot lines that show up, even though I swear I will never write a novel. I have written about this before here and here.

So, what happens is that I find other things to do, ignore the fact that muse is sitting right next to me, probably sighing or holding her head in her hands. I suppose it's up to me to figure out why I've somehow decided to limit the inspiration that muse can give me, how to get out of my own way. It's good to have boundaries to protect myself, but this borders on the ridiculous if it's not outright so.

The first photograph is by Jan Kahanek. The second is by Mervyn Chan. I found both on

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Monday, March 26, 2018

Everyday Miracles

One of my favorite Walt Whitman poems is called "Miracles." I thought about it when listening to an On Being interview a few weeks ago. I believe Krista Tippet was interviewing the poet Naomi Shahib Nye. Nye talked about everyday miracles at some point. I have been thinking about this off and on since then. This is Whitman's poem: 


Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
        with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shinning so
        quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, 
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the
       ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

My goodness. According to Whitman miracles are with us everyday, everywhere. I believe that he was correct about this. And, I think miracles exist in things and times that people don't think of as miracles. Think about all the technology that surrounds us. I think it is a miracle that I can sit at my desk in Vermont typing this, post it on social media and have it read around the world. 

I know that people gripe about the current flying experience: the security lines, the sometimes delays, the lack of food or not great airplane food. Yet, with all that I still think its a miracle that I can fly overseas or across country. It's a miracle to me that this travel doesn't take days or weeks, or maybe even months. 

Every breath I take is a miracle because I can breathe on my own. It's a miracle that I have glasses that correct for my  vision so that I can read a book, watch a film. And, well I find the fact that books can be printed a miracle. I could probably go on for quite some time about what the miracles are around me.

I suppose Whitman is asking that we shift perspective to see all that's wonderful around us. 

[The first photograph is by Simon Matzinger and was found on The second image is from my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here). I can help you on your journey through either Channeled Angel Readings or Life Coaching sessions. (here)]

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

What is Your Why?

I was watching the movie Collateral Beauty again. The main character, Howard Inlet, played by Will Smith, talks to his employees about the big why of their lives. Parts of his speech (as best that I could write them down) were: 

"What is your why? *** We are here to connect. ***
Love. Time. Death. These three abstractions connect every single human being on earth. Everything we covet. Everything that we fear not having. *** At the end of the day we long for love, we wish we had more time and we fear death."  (To see a clip of this, click here. A warning here - the movie takes a switch in tone after this speech.)

So much seems to be driven by fear right now rather than love. We fear that we don't have enough money, enough stuff. We fear the other. We fear we don't have enough time to do what we want, to get what we want. We spend so much time chasing money, chasing things rather than using our time to be with family and friends, to build community. I can fall prey to this if I start to panic and stress out about things. I now try to catch myself as I don't want to be frozen in fear.

The biggest connection besides that we are all born is that we all die. We fear that there is nothing after death. We fear that there is something after death. We fear that we have no connection to anyone, that we will die alone. I had a neighbor who died in her sleep, and I feel badly sometimes that I didn't call the police for a wellness check. I don't think she would have been still alive if I had called earlier. It's just that she would have been found sooner.

Yet, the first abstraction, love, according to many mystics and shamans is the underpinning of the universe. What a different world it would be if we used love to fuel our lives, our relationships and what we seek to be and acquire. I'm not talking just about romantic love. I also mean love of family, friends and the world. 

Then, maybe, just maybe, we would feel that we have enough time. And that we have enough of whatever it is we want. That there is enough to go around.

The first photograph is by Brigitte Tohm. The second photograph is by Steven Hille. The third is by Jerry Kiesewetter. I found all of them on

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Monday, March 12, 2018

Finding Joy in My Life

I have been having moments of what I'm calling joy during meditation the last 3 or 4 mornings. It just comes. I don't call it - I don't think I can call joy. I think I can only just let it come when it wants to, let it sing in me. I know that, to me, it feels different than being happy, although I think happiness can accompany it. I don't think I can give you a definition of joy or happiness. They seem to be states of being that I recognize. 

I have a sense that the joy I'm feeling in meditation may be arising because I am working more on healing - not just my physical self but also my emotional self. I have been meditating laying down so that I can place certain crystals on my body. My intent is that they remove the emotions that I seem to be storing in the area of my diaphragm helping to make that area tight. Yes, there is a physical component from spending too much time hunched over, but it seems that this has become a natural place to store stress and the like. This joy that comes seems almost playful. It might be reminding me to have more play in my life. 

This arising joy also seems to be connected to mother earth, mother nature and the fire of life - the spark that emanates from everything. It reminds me that, when things seem grim (and they certainly can seem grim right now), joy lives and breathes in me, in nature, and throughout the world. Being open to it is all that it takes. Finding the joy in my life means that I can find my way and continue my work as a psychic and life coach. That I can support my family and friends, sometimes just by laughing with them.

Where do you find joy?

All three images are from my book, Opening the Heart: Meditations on How to Be (here).