Here is a metaphor: An angel and a demon make a pitch in the boardroom at McMann & Tate(Bewitched) and the demon wins the account. It stood there and gave graphic details of death and destruction, chaos and DIVISION, (albeit veiled by smoke and mirrors, with a huge firework display at the end) while the … Continue reading Lying in the Bed We Make
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The Journey is Inward
And it goes way beyond the limited comprehension of our physical minds which are run by the ego on old programs connected to our 5 limited senses. We are not our thoughts and feelings but the creative force behind them, the observer.When we set the intentions of our mind to being a nuetral watcher of … Continue reading The Journey is Inward
Christianity and the Wide Berth of Death and Destruction in It’s Wake
I dream of a world where children's beauty and innocence can shine without being shred to pieces and stripped away by the wicked desires of perversion and evil that lurk in the shadows and mask brilliantly in the spotlight. I wish I could ignore the idea that there is such darkness, but having survived and … Continue reading Christianity and the Wide Berth of Death and Destruction in It’s Wake
What If
Waking up in a state of fear that is not at all in alignment with the state of reverent gratitude that now permeates my waking hours, I realized the wise solution is to invite it to sit and allow it to speak. Knowing I am the Queen of my kingdom(my physical body), I pronounce that … Continue reading What If
A Tiny Snapshot from July 2, 2011
I'm not sure if it was the high, tinkling, meloncholic piano music from the Lifetime movie I was watching, or the inevitability of my own sensitivity combined with a sudden, overwhelming recognition of my mortality that caused me such sadness today. It happened after I spoke with my mother on the phone. She mentioned to … Continue reading A Tiny Snapshot from July 2, 2011
Trusting Your Gut; Which Voice Guides You?
So much incredible healing and growth has transpired since my last blog post that it's overwhelming to know what to write. I have allowed that to keep me from writing anything at all, in typical fashion. Recovering from childhood trauma that carried into adult life is not a linear process. Suffering through the pandemic, finding … Continue reading Trusting Your Gut; Which Voice Guides You?
WHEN THERAPY IS RE-TRAUMATIZING
I did not wake up intending to write this today. As a matter of fact, I sat down to write about something completely different that has been begging for release, something much more uplifting, as it deals with the little miracles I have been uncovering in the midst of my trauma recovery. This though... Blindsided. … Continue reading WHEN THERAPY IS RE-TRAUMATIZING
Was As If I Were; Were As If I Was
Are you running from shadows that are not even your own, but instead are being projected onto you from collective negative energies, long past? Where does one even begin to suspect that such a thing is occurring? I feel a divine breakthrough transpired to open my eyes to this because my brain has been at … Continue reading Was As If I Were; Were As If I Was
Writing From The WOMB
The greatest thing about blogging is that there is no pressure. It was the best step for me as a longtime journal writer who never wrote continuously in one at a time, but several. One journal may contain a small period of time, but from beginning to end it can span a decade or more. … Continue reading Writing From The WOMB
Wrapping Up A Decade; Freefalling Into Darkness and Seeing The Light
I had the incredible opportunity to go on a night ride with a couple of friends on Thursday, under the last full moon of this decade occurring at 12:12 on the date of 12:12. It came following a day of intense emotional out cries due to family dysfunction, which I released with the same force … Continue reading Wrapping Up A Decade; Freefalling Into Darkness and Seeing The Light
The Elephant In The Room Is At Your Feet
I found this most delightful treasure while beach combing in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. It was a glorious morning and you can't imagine the joy this brought me. God is said, in the Bible, to know exactly how many hairs are on our head. I don't doubt it. I mean, He IS all-knowing … Continue reading The Elephant In The Room Is At Your Feet
The Breakdown
Breath; it is the essence of life, yet such an easy thing to take for granted. I have experienced emotional suffering so intense that it left me gasping for air. The deepest breaths I ever took were in pushing new life into this world, and it is that child who knocks the wind right out … Continue reading The Breakdown
The Wheel of Misfortune
I remember the TV commercial jingle that said "You will learn about life when you play the Game of LIFE." Is irony the word I'm looking for here? I'm 52 and still trying to figure out life. Playing the board game, filling up my little car with tiny pink plastic pegs, did nothing to help … Continue reading The Wheel of Misfortune
The Day I Rested My Boots By The Fire
It was a cold day that had started out sunny. I knew there was a 100% chance of rain later, but nothing could take away my joyful anticipation. A group of riders were meeting at the farm to grab our horses, get tacked up by 10am, and have an off-site excursion to a friend's place, … Continue reading The Day I Rested My Boots By The Fire
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