Do we choose? Years ago when I first heard the concept that we choose our family, I was horrified. "No way!" I thought. And then never gave it another thought. Why should I have? It isn't true, I thought. It's B.S. Until years later, when my spiritual path became clearer. Or, shall I say, my . . .
My life has had more than its share of momentous events and while none can top Michael and I remarrying, others rank right up there. A man I dated more than a dozen years ago called out of the blue the other day and we talked for almost an hour. I always feel lucky when someone I had a connection . . .
I've been sorting through boxes of artifacts of my life, the things that I assumed I'd use for writing fodder in my senior years. As the years passed, I envisioned my senior years spent finishing the memoir I've worked on in fits and starts. Well, my senior years are here and writing has taken a . . .
She was raised on a ranch in Alberta and I would have never encountered her in my day to day life. But social media connect us with a broad range of people and that’s how I met Diane Stringam Tolley. I began reading her blog, On The Border, referring to ranching life on the Alberta/Montana . . .
Have you ever wanted to connect with a loved one on the other side without using a medium? Or maybe even talk with the Divine, yourself? I know, it sounds pretty far out, doesn't it? Maybe you can't entertain even the idea of it. I understand that. I'm a pretty big skeptic, myself. Still, many . . .
Feeling can be messy, especially when it concerns the hard parts of life. Like loss. Or illness. Which are similar because illness does involve loss in one way or another. But those feelings? The ones that surround loss and sickness? They can be scary things. So painful. Have you ever been afraid . . .
The Buddhists can be a little grim. I don't subscribe completely to their view of life. But I did see this beautiful quote about grief that anyone who has felt the emotion will appreciate. "If grief is deep and imponderable, it is because love is deep and imponderable, too. The world presents us . . .
I've done some pretty cringe-worthy things in my life. I still do some. I can be short and snappy and not so nice. No, I'm not going to pretend I'm holier-than-thou because I'm not. I can be as petty as anyone else. Sure, I catch myself afterwards and shake my head. "A work in progress," I think to . . .
This can be a very hard lesson, indeed. Because many times we're driven by what people think of us. Even if we're not conscious of it. People see us through their own filters: their likes, dislikes, insecurities, talents--all of it. Some try to manipulate how people see them. Look at some of the . . .
Don't you love being kind to others? Brightening their day, even if it means just a quick call, a thoughtful gesture, a sweet compliment? Opportunities to do something kind and thoughtful are all around us. Some don't take much effort at all, such as a supportive word or two when someone needs it. . . .