Hubby and I have had a few challenges this week, but rather than focus on those, I’d like to focus on the miracles that happen in our lives every day. Millions of miracles happen every day, but we often take them all for granted: The miracle of life, where so many systems work together to allow us to exist on this planet. How often do we stop to think of all
I knew that, being my last blog before Christmas, (my first blogging Christmas), it would seem appropriate for me to write a blog about Christmas and what it means. I realised that this would be difficult, as Christmas means different things to different people. Perhaps if I could find out about the origins of this celebration, I would understand. I read a number of theories about the origins of December 25th
In Billie Dean’s Animal Whispers newsletter this week, she mentioned that she and a lot of other people were getting the feeling that “something big was getting closer. That it was time to step into our medicine. What Lightworkers and Wayshowers and Pioneers and Earthkeepers and Animal Warriors all came here to do. Be the Light.” I started to contemplate what my role in this might be. Although I know
When writing my book, Getting Used to Weird, I started looking for quotes from famous people which would illustrate my new beliefs. I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird. Paul McCartney My character Angela’s conversations with angels, spirit guides, Jesus, and God, had led her away from a life of conforming to
“Have you got some coins I could have?” This came from a man seated at the bus-stop in the city, where I stood waiting for a bus. He didn’t look like a beggar. He didn’t seem dirty or dishevelled. I felt like asking what he needed the money for. I told myself later that this was because I might have offered him more than the couple of dollars I had
We have grown up with the belief that parts of us are just wrong. It is wrong for a girl to be angry; it is wrong for a boy to cry. Those wrong parts of us don’t just disappear; we suppress those natural emotions - cover them up. They come out later when someone pushes our buttons, but instead of a reaction fitting the situation, we tend to release some