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Monday, February 28, 2011


Interesting, how in the proverbial 'blink of an eye' something that seemed so permanent, so given, has changed forever. Made me think of the wisdom that my Chris shared with me so long ago...the only thing constant IS change (a known translation variation for a quote by Heraclitus, 500BC, Greek philosopher).

On thinking about how to proceed when in the throes of change, the word 'quietly' came to mind. I found myself searching for quotes about this word and its root. Here are the quotes that sang to me today:

“There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.” ~ Minnie Aumonier

“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.” ~ Ann Landers

“Quiet people are well able to look after themselves.” ~ Irish Proverb

“Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine were taken away.” ~ Anaxagoras (Greek philosopher of nature, 500-428 BC)

“In quiet moments when you think about it, you recognize what is critically important in life and what isn't. Be wise and don't let good things crowd out those that are essential.” ~ Elder Richard G. Scott

“Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.” ~ Hans Margolius

“Learn to be quiet enough to hear the genuine within yourself so that you can hear it in others.” ~ Marian Wright Edelman

“Wise men, when in doubt whether to speak or to keep quiet, give themselves the benefit of the doubt, and remain silent.” ~ Napoleon Hill

“The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.” ~ Michael Konda

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.” ~ Zen Proverb

And seguing into 'silence,' I found a quote that my Chris has said and lived many a time. It's now the time I pay attention and do the same....

“There are times when silence has the loudest voice.” ~ Leroy Brownlow

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Joyful Work

Prior to meditation I often pick up one of the inspirational/prayer books that I keep by my altar. Today I picked up "The Gift ~ Poems By Hafiz...The Great Sufi Master," Translations by Daniel Ladinsky. The poem I randomly went to made me smile and laugh out loud at the truth of it.

A Hard Decree



On the Tavern wall

A hard decree for all of love's inmates

Which read:

If your heart cannot find a joyful work

The jaws of this world
Will probably

Grab hold of your


~ Hafiz

The poem got me thinking. How many times in my life was I truly involved in "joyful work?" How many times did I feel trapped in a dreadful job? The difference between the two is astoundingly huge. One can make no mistake if you're in the midst of one or the other. You either love what you're doing or you don't...two opposite ends of the spectrum.

'course there's that ambivalent, emotion-numbing kind of situation when you can tolerate the work...just...because it pays the bills and/or is temporary and hopefully leading to a better scenario in the future. The 'glad-you-have-a-job-right-now-kind-of-work.' That's somewhat tolerable for a wee minute...but...I for one, never do too well in this type of work, at least not for long. Often this work has me get up in a fog, pray that the day goes by fast, and come home in a fog...ultimately leading to utter unhappiness. There was one such job I was in where the only way I survived it was by dividing my work day into quarters. I used to pat myself on the back when I got through the first quarter of the day...saying to myself, "Way to go. You got through the first let's tackle the second quarter of the day..." The surprising thing is, I've met A LOT of people in my life who are in such jobs for large portions, if not all, of their lives. And they've resigned themselves that this is what they have to do. Believe me, I'm not criticizing them...I'm just amazed that they can do it. No thanks. When I've been in such a job, I EXPECT it to be temporary. I'm always looking over the horizon to create something better.

What I don't understand, however, are folks who are in high paying jobs but despise what they're doing, staying only for their many-digit-paycheck. Speaking only for myself, NO amount of money is worth being in a job of that sort. I love life waayyyy too much for that. I love myself too much for that.

I TREASURE each moment I'm alive. I don't want to spend it in default-mode. I choose to spend it in 'create' mode. I choose how I want to spend my day. And if I don't like the path I'm currently on, I take a different one...and keep searching until I find joyful work.

"The greatest gift that you could ever give to another, is your own happiness, for when you are in a state of joy, happiness, or appreciation, you are fully connected to the Stream of pure, positive, Source Energy that is truly who you are. And when you are in that state of connection, anything or anyone that you are holding as your object of attention benefits from your attention." ~ Hicks - Abraham; "Ask and It is Given - Learning to Manifest Your Desires."

Sunday, February 20, 2011


I was just chatting on Facebook with my cousin, Mary Pat, and we got to talking about her amazing mom' beloved Aunt Loraine's...concept of W.A.I.T. What does W.A.I.T. stand for? Image, Attitude, Wisdom, and Time.

Rather than try and explain W.A.I.T. in my own words, I found a letter from Aunt Loraine that explains it from the author herself. The letter was dated June 16, '04.

Dear Jeannine,
It suddenly occurred to me that you'd made a request for the "Wait" words. Now that I'm feeling better and my mind is becoming activated, I thought I'd better honor your request. So - here 'tis...

Each of us has a personalized way of "seeing" in our mind's eye that which is an IMAGE of: what we plan to do; what someone or something looks like; just where we are; etc.

ATTITUDE also is an individual response to that image. It is, or can be, what our brain or what our heart reacts to, resulting in our general overall feeling, emotionally, and part of this is our character. Each person (or perhaps "animal") induces its own unique response.

WISDOM, which we all try to seek, is more or less like an open end to knowledge that truth and time provide. It's beyond ourselves.

TIME must be God's dimension. This, too, is beyond ourselves.

We've had the guidelines presented to us and it's up to us, each individual, as to whether or not we choose to recognize "it."

And that's how I "see" it. Hope that this makes sense to you and may be a reference or guide. So, for what it's worth, I trust it may be a clue to Life in general.

With my love and my prayers always,
Aunt Loraine

Aunt Loraine insisted that she was going to put on her husband's grave stone: "Hurry Up," and on her grave stone, "Wait." And she did.

Here are several posts that I've written either about my Aunt Loraine, or where she's included in some way: In Memoriam To Aunt Loraine; More Revelation...The Hard Way; Prayer Shawl; Letting Go. Letting God.; Yesterday's ADC; The Spring '10 Whole Health Expo; Gary McKinstry -...; and Spiritual Insight Training 1.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Singh Kaur Crimson Vol. 6, Ardas

Some Dreams

Here goes with the last batch of recorded dreams. If you are someone who always says that you never remember dreams but hanker to do so, consider keeping a dream journal next to your bed with the intention of writing out your dreams before you even jump out of bed in the morning. Before you go to sleep each night, strengthen that intention by saying that you most definitely want to remember your dreams, and keep reinforcing this intention each night. Before long, you, too, will know what you're dreaming about!

11/22/10 (an afternoon nap)
I was looking down at land that had been divided into sections. Into each section was a cauldron with a figure standing over the cauldron, stirring with a long stick. At first I thought that the figures were all different beings, but then I knew that the figures were all various parts of myself.

Caroline from my FOTS class came to say, "You know this. You've done this thousands of times."

Dream began as a recurring one where I was at Eastland Mall in Harper Woods, MI searching for 'something'...trying on perfume at Hudson's Department Store...roaming the Concourse...etc.
Then, I found myself at a party in rural Whitingham, VT. The party was in someone's house. A woman was all excited, handing out sheet music so we could sing-a-long with June Carter tunes and the like. Hardly anyone sang with the first tune and the idea fizzled away. I found it hard to find a chair. I was going to sit in one chair and thought it best to ask two women if that one was OK. I heard someone in the bathroom. The two women said, "No, better not." They pointed to the bathroom and said 'that' person was sitting there. In an adjoining room I saw a chair and these same women said, "Oh, that's OK because Gordon Floyd was at a Guernsey cow meeting and he wouldn't mind." Metal frames were passed around and we were to glue cabachon gems in the frame. I couldn't help thinking how lame a craft this was and that art had been reduced to this ridiculousness.

I was lying down and my hand hung down over the bed. A polar bear mouthed my hand, as if to bite it.

I was at a friend from-our-past, John's, house and he had made breakfast for himself, scarfing it down in front of me. He said, "This is for you,"pointing to spare ribs wrapped in a pancake on his plate. He called the pancake a waffle. I said, "No thank you." I told him how kittens like playing with pop bottle caps, as I took a piece of garbage bag away from his kitten for fear she would choke. Another friend-from-my-past, Michelle, walked into John's kitchen saying that she would clean under his sink as it was so messy. She said, "Folks would think a 'witch' lived there."

For what seemed like all night, I dreamed I was designing and making jewelry. I literally got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back into bed the dream resumed where I left off. I woke up feeling very satisfied that I had made A LOT of jewelry.

1/1/11 (mid-day nap)
I dreamed of a tree with long, spear-like leaves that were brilliantly tri-colored. I noticed as the wind blew the leaves in one direction, that the tree looked like one of the leaves' colors. As the wind blew a different direction, the tree turned a different color present in the leaves.

I had a rather large tick in the middle of my hand. At first I didn't know what it was and worried that it was a cancerous mole. But then I saw its face move and knew it was a tick. Chris got out pink, plastic tweezers and he dipped them in alcohol. Just as he was ready to remove the tick, I woke up.

I was a teacher and encountered a student who inadvertently acted selfish, always putting herself first in the mix of things. I tried to explain to her what she was doing, but she seemed clueless as to anything being wrong with her behavior.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

A Snowy Owl

This past weekend was delightfully spent with 18 other classmates, several mentors, staff, a guest instructor, and co-directors of FOTS.

This month's featured, guest instructor was Shirley Calkins Smith. As her website stated, among many other things she is a "...facilitator and teacher of the Transformational Breath work and the Healing Breath." For a good portion of the weekend my classmates and I experienced the personal benefits of such amazing breath work techniques, and we, too, learned to facilitate the healing breath technique for others. I KNEW that I'd be using these techniques with clients myself in the future; they're THAT good.

(Updated note (April 2016): Sadly, Shirley left the earth plane a few years after this was written. She is now happily home, and for that we are grateful. She is missed by all. I'm so full of gratitude to have been able to have been in her presence, and to have been taught by her.)

And if that wasn't enough, we were blessed to witness her beyond-amazing mediumship gifts as she read for each of us. These were no ordinary readings. In fact, I've never seen anything quite like what she does. Shirley uses her vast fact, she uses everything she owns...when she reads. And she does this with love and compassion that is so huge and deep, it's incredible she doesn't burst! Words can't adequately describe this wonderful woman.

One activity that Shirley introduced us to that I know none of us will ever forget was an "Angel Walk." Picture all the people present at FOTS divided in half, facing each other, with a small walkway between them. At the front of the room, the first person on one of the sides closes his/her eyes and Shirley whispers something loving and kind to them; specifically just for them. This person, with eyes continuing to be closed, is then guided to the next person, also at the front but on the other side of the line, who whispers into the ear of the same person. As this happens, Shirley takes the next in line to her and begins them on their closed-eyed journey through the walkway. The first person continues through the walkway with the second person (and subsequent folks) close behind, for the length of all the people, each lined-up person whispering one-at-a-time into the ear of each closed-eyed person coming through. Once a person reaches the end of the line, they, too, join the others to whisper to the next person coming through. This goes on until all folks present have gone through the line of love. I sobbed like a baby as one person after another told me loving, beautiful sentiments. Never have I been told so many nice things in such a short period of time. Both as a receiver and a giver, there were many revelations and a-ha moments. Life changing.

There's much more that I could share regarding the weekend, but for now I'll fast-forward to the drive home with Marie, one of the mentors, who so kindly agreed to having me as a passenger to and from school. To say we had REVELATIONS between the two of us would be an understatement. I had so many truth tingles (Kundalini) flying up my spine, I'm surprised I didn't shoot right through the roof of the car. I know that neither Marie nor I will ever forget that wild drive home.

Chris picked me up in West Brattleboro, and on the way back to our house, he talked of an amazing siting. A white, Snowy Owl, flew right past his windshield when he was near to our pick-up point. I told him I'd look up what Snowy Owl meant from a metaphysical standpoint. Chris and I were both gobsmacked when we read what I had found at this link:

Birth Totem - Owl - My Power Animals

BTW, December 21st is my birthday.

Friday, February 4, 2011


I'm waiting 'til it's time to get picked up for my ride to school this weekend. As I do so, I've been perusing sites online that have to do with spiders...oft' misunderstood...eight-legged creatures which are obviously near and dear to me. Here's what I found (Please note that links where I found this information online are in red.):

Grandmother spider is a wise old teacher and weaver of many stories. Her unique tapestry of life offers many paths to the center of oneself and creation. Her medicine speaks of connections and unity of spirit.
  • Spiders are light, delicate and not hostile to humans unless threatened. To those who require this special medicine of the spider, it teaches us to maintain a gentle and kind nature.
  • A poisonous spider signifies death and rebirth. As the poison of age and life's perils threaten our life, we use the venom to ward off future attacks or die.
  • The spider's web connects itself by silky threads to physical objects creating a net creating its home and place for harvesting food. The web reminds us of our connectedness to all things on earth - that we are related to everything in creation. The spokes of the web remind us to build links between ourselves and the Creator and all things.
  • When the spider appears, it is a sign to connect with the ways of spirit in the ways designed by the Creator.
  • The eight legs of the spider are unique from other insects who have only six legs. And unlike other insects, their bodies are divided into two parts instead of three. Two represents unity and a union of polarities.
  • In American Indian tradition, the first dream catcher was made by Grandmother Spider to catch the bad dreams of children. This legend reveals our belief that negative elements of ones life may be screened out if we remember to keep the links between the Creator and ourselves strong and to always remember that all things in creation are one.

God and the Spider

Spiritual Story by Unknown

During World War II, a US marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and the crossfire he had lost touch with his comrades.

Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.

As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."

After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one." Then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the front of his cave.

As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.

"Hah," he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."

As the enemy drew closer he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while.

"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. "I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."

Thanks to Malladi for sharing this spiritual story!

SPIDER - teaches us to weave our lives. As Spider weaves her web so we weave our realities. This medicine teaches to remember that we are the creators of our lives. When spider appears in your life think about writing down your thoughts, telling your story.
Spider Totem

My shamanic practitioner says the spider bite was a "wake up call from Spirit" telling me it was time to "get serious" about my spiritual practice. My shamanic practitioner is a Native American woman; in her culture, Spider Woman is a very powerful Spirit, and the bite of a spider can be seen as an initiatory experience. What doesn't kill you will lead you to something new!!

"The Spider:

Many stories exist about the weaver, Grandmother spider. She carried on her back the gift of fire in a basket that she wove and presented it to the people. In another story it is said that her web bound all things together and formed the foundation of earth.

These legends give the spider a link to the past and the future, birth and creation. When the spider crawls into our awareness it is asking us to rebuild the web of our life in accordance with the design the creator gave us.

Spiders differ from insects in having eight legs rather than six and in having the body divided into two parts rather than three. The number eight laid on its side is the symbol for infinity. The number two implies the union of two forces joined together. Together they equal ten. Drop the zero and you are back to the starting point of one. The hidden message of spider is unity. The study of numerology is beneficial for those who hold this medicine.

The construction of a web is linked to the geometry of creation. In the construction of an orb web the spider releases a sticky silken thread into the wind. If the breeze carries the thread to a spot where it sticks the first bridge is formed. Spider cautiously crosses the line reinforcing it with a second. This process continues until a frame is constructed in which the web can secure itself. Bridges serve as a link tying all things together and remind us of our interconnectedness to all life.

The spider shows us that the past, the present and the future are all interwoven. It awakens our intuitive creative senses and encourages us to design the fabric of our lives from our souls original intention. If you see a spider in its web, or creating a new one, pay attention. It symbolizes where you are in the weaving of your own destiny. A study of the medicine wheel and the four directions is helpful.

Because spiders are actually very delicate they embody the energy of gentleness. Spiders are not usually aggressive unless they are defending their lives. Moving forward in all situations with a gentle strength is a skill that often needs to be learned for those with this totem. In man, the bite of a poisonous spider symbolizes a death, rebirth process. Poison enters the nervous system and the body either transmutes it or falls victim to its venom and dies.

The spider signifies the tapestry of life. The web we weave is the reality we experience. Choosing the appropriate path is one of the lessons associated with this medicine. "

There are obviously more such stories and explanations about spider and her medicine online, but I found those above to be particularly interesting. I avoided all the negative, icky sites dealing with spiders, talking of how they're deceitful and such...sometimes thought so just because they have to catch food for survival in their webs. It's sad to me when they're depicted as evil creatures in movies and books. Perhaps that's why I love the book, "Charlotte's Web," by E.B. White, as Charlotte is how I have come to know spiders. Another fave book of mine is "Sophie's Masterpiece: A Spider's Tale," by Eileen Spinelli. It was written as a children's book, but every time I read it, I find myself having to run for tissues because I'm overcome with emotion.

A bit of personal spider background: I used to go out to the garage as a child and talk to the spiders on their webs in the window. I loved it when their babies were "hatched." I've always considered spider my friend. I KNOW that they KNOW that our home is a safe haven for them. I love spiders.

Thursday, February 3, 2011


Have been thinking about skepticism of late. In particular, I've been pondering folks who are skeptical of who I am and the path I'm traveling down. I've got to say right up front, that skeptics and their skepticism bother me not even in the least little bit.

Why? Well, I'll explain in the same way I've discussed it with my Chris. Chris, of course, wants to protect me from being hurt, ridiculed, or laughed at. I've assured him that I don't seek to put myself in that position at all. That said, I must stand in my own truth; on my own two feet and within my own skin. I am what I am. I'm obviously not afraid to write about what I believe in nor what I am; this blog being evidence of my lack of fear. I'm also not ashamed that I've been gifted with clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, and empathy. After all, such gifts are a blessing, not a curse. It's only when folks don't understand such gifts and have not developed them within themselves, that they lash out and call my gifts what they are not. It's only in ignorance that people say my gifts come from anything but the Highest Source of Light and Love.

I've told Chris that if folks could see what I see, hear what I hear, and know within my heart what I know, their skepticism would be put to rest. How ridiculous for someone to say they don't see what I see and proclaim that it is not so. It's a moot point. It's not my problem. They have made it their problem.

I do not have to prove anything to anyone. My mission on earth is not to prove the spiritual, nor the metaphysical. For this reason I would simply walk away from someone who asked me to read for them and said, "Prove it!" It would be obvious to me that a person spouting this statement was not ready for a reading, and certainly not from me.

I am grateful to experience such an abundance of gifts and to be able to utilize these gifts on my journey.

Consider these wise quotes:
"For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don't believe, no proof is possible." ~ Stuart Chase.

"Faith is knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof." ~ Kahlil Gibran

"Do you need proof of God? Does one light a torch to see the sun?" ~ Japanese Proverb