tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36184852013-05-21T22:11:03.979-07:00Metaphysical musings on just about anything! Want to be more prosperous? or healthier? I invite you to visit my other blogs .. http://thank-god-im-rich.blogspot.com/ http://tgwh.blogspot.comAngelicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741816409494445529noreply@blogger.comBlogger339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618485.post-16818261159361732702013-05-17T18:21:00.002-07:002013-05-17T18:21:09.450-07:00

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In the past few months I’ve had the opportunity to be a world traveler.  I’ve been to Vancouver, BC, attending a conference, and Ireland, co-leading a women’s tour.   I’ve stayed in really nice places that advertise excellent beds, however, there's just something about my own bed.  You know what I mean. Recently I woke up and felt like hugging my bed.  It is so comfortable.  I remembered

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“Life is a passage through a museum of beauty.” Robert Geen, Artist I read this quote in Geen's Twice-Weekly newsletter today, and it made me remember a visit to the Philadelphia Art Museum many years ago. I wandered the galleries in amazement of the talent and in awe of the beauty captured on the canvases. Then I came to a room where the paintings were dark and horrifying. I didn't

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This past year there have been terrible shootings in public places. There have been private shootings, stabbings, beatings, and wars. There are reactive angry actions happening all over our world. I sit with tears as I think about the tiny children in Connecticut.. My first inclination is to condemn the perpetrators, yet following that comes this question: What kind of pain creates

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This week I was honored to preside at a memorial for a man who'd been married 73 years! I had presided at his wife's memorial 9 months ago, and heard since that time, he wanted to be with her. 73 years. That's hard to comprehend. That's my life plus 9 years! For quite a few years I've been collecting short 'secrets for long lasting relationships' from people I've met who've been

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"When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness. Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other." ~Margaret Wheatley After months of divisiveness in the political arena, it took Mother Nature to bring us back to our senses, reminding us of our compassionate natures, and that what matters most is our connection with each

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My Mother taught me how to read before I was in school, and had an excellent library of old books, probably from her childhood. One of the books I read was Pollyanna, which gave me the first survival method I learned as a child. Pollyanna had many things happen in her life, and not all were good - just like me. Her Father had taught her "The Glad Game" before he died, which helped her

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I had the opportunity to see Arthur Miller's iconic play, An Enemy of the People. It was done very well. I can't say I 'enjoyed' it, as it made me very uncomfortable, especially in this political climate. At the end, as we were walking out, I told my friend I was having a very hard time with the ending of the play. There was no resolution, no happy ever after. She said "It's reality" and

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I was called a mystic the other day.  My instant image of a mystic was one of a person who sits in meditation most of the time, someone who is mostly silent, yet when they speak, what they say is profound.  They have direct experiences of The Divine Presence. That's not me -- yes I meditate and I spend much time in silence.  However, I love laughter.  I have an 11 year old's sense of

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Tomorrow is the first day of Autumn. I love this season. The colors Mother Earth wears are intense reds, yellows, purples and browns. Farmers are harvesting the last of their crops. It's a time of celebration for all of our blessings. It feels so rich and abundant! Autumn is also a time of clean-up, recognition, thanksgiving and preparation for going within. As an equinox, it's a balance

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Lately, as I've read about politics, chicken sandwiches, banks, and all the "they did this"finger pointing, I keep thinking of what Ernest Holmes said in his famous "Sermon by the Sea" speech: "Find me one person who is for something and against nothing, who is redeemed enough not to condemn others out of the burden of his soul, and I will find another savior, another Jesus, and an

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Today was one of those days where it's harder than usual to hear the news. Many of us are wondering how could a person do this? How could someone arm themselves to the teeth and enter a theater and start shooting? We hear that his apartment is full of explosives. We realize that this was premeditated. We want to hate him for what he did ... yet the Truth is, this experience was a huge call

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I've been talking to a man from Balboa Press, which is the self-publishing division of Hay House. He calls me once a month to see how I'm doing on my book. Every month I tell him, "Well.... all I've got to do is collate the articles...."   The other day, we chatted for a moment, and then he said, "Did you know that you first contacted us 508 days ago?" For a moment I couldn't

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In an e-newsletter I get, there was a link to a site so that one could get a 'soap opera' name. Of course I had to try it. (My soap name is 'Nivea Killington.') This brought up a memory of being in a Tee shirt shop, and laughing hysterically at a pink one with a big silver star, and the words "Starring in My Own Soap Opera." How true this is! We're not only living in our own

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Lately it seems like everything I read has been about revealing and healing our shadows. Globally we've been watching the revealing on the news. Then there are the energies of the eclipse, the 5 planetary line up, etc. all being touted as a movement for personal and planetary revealers of shadows so the Truth can shine forth. Regardless who's telling us to do this, the idea is a good one.

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Yesterday I was watching a friend put lemon in her water and remembered a story from my past: A friend was over for dinner, and we were making a dish that needed lemon. We jumped in the car and went to the store -- no lemons!! I said to her "We live in Southern California - there's got to be a lemon tree somewhere. Let's just know we're going to find one." We drove around for quite

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Have you ever thought about how many universes are in this one that you're living in? This afternoon I was weeding my garden and looked up to see a Stealth fighter jet, quite low and loud and not so stealthy, streaking across the sky. Up there, there's a whole universe with it's own language -- the language of flight. It talks in concepts of weight and resistance and wind and light ...

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Mother's Day. I used to have a really hard time with this day. When my adopted Mother was alive, even getting a card for her was difficult. They were all so sappy. There wasn't one that said "Even though you abused me, thank you for raising me," nor was there one for my birth mother that said "Even though you gave me away, thanks for giving me life." It was also a difficult holiday because

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I am focusing on prosperity this month. I'm calling it the Merry Month of Money! Remember that song from Camelot that starts out "It's May, It's May .. the merry month of May .." truth is the words are "It's May! It's May!... The lusty month of May!" And money is something many of us lust after -- OK, maybe it's not actually 'money', but the things money can buy. For instance, I'm

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A friend and I were doing creative writing exercises together. We closed the experience with an exercise she had brought called "My Last Lesson" based on the lecture given by Randy Pausch and the book The Last Lecture. When the timer rang, we set down our pens and began to read what we had written. We both felt that in the end, the most important thing is Love. Here's mine: My

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