Avoid broadcast news as much as possible. Difficult advice to give for someone who studied journalism, but nonetheless, it could be the best advice I ever gave. Because there is so. much. static. The airwaves are filled with constant noise. TV news today is ridiculously dramatic and inflated, . . .
It’s Juneteenth: "Freedom Day" or "Emancipation Day" --the day that Texas, the most remote of states, freed all slaves. So it’s only fitting that today, in the midst of a relentless Black Lives Matters campaign and on the cusp of what feels to many like real change, my friend of 25 years, Tony . . .
Big sky is calming and the rainbow coming out of the cloud looks like a bolt of spiritual lightning. We need calm and a bolt of spiritual lightning about now. I don't know about you, but I have lost any modicum of patience I had with people who say stupid things, deny reality or lack human . . .
How have you been handling lockdown? For those who have lost loved ones, it is a time of deep grief. Many people are anxious over being forced to stay at home. They've lost income, jobs, the ability to feed their families. Others struggle over not being able to see loved ones, especially . . .
I don't know how to tackle this subject and do it justice. I just know I have to try, even If I stumble. Do you find it as strange as I do that we have to actually point out that black lives matter? Do you wonder why it isn't that something that everyone in our multi-faceted nation takes for . . .
This is my hope. That what's going on now will turn the tide for humanity. That we will realize that caring for one another is what's really important and that we will go forward with that framework. That we remember who we are: interdependent human beings who inhabit this earth together. That's . . .
Oh, California, I can't quit you. I've tried to leave. I've left once. I've said I was leaving. But then a day like I just had comes up and I know, I can't leave you. I can't. I wrote the original version of this post BC (before Covid) and it's even truer today. San Jose isn't on the coast, but . . .
Every five weeks I'd sit in my colorist's chair and ask "how much grey do I have now? Is it pure grey, silver or salt and pepper? Is it time to go gray?" With only a quarter inch of growth, It was always hard for her to tell. After all, I'd had highlights and some base color for decades. But she'd . . .
"Sometimes, our lives overlap with others, only briefly. We share troubles, laughter, or learning and move on, Afterwards all we will hold in common is a memory. The chapter passes like a storm, or sunshine, or an ordinary day. But the heavens always send us something new. A chance, a lease of . . .
I know. She looks rather like a madwoman, doesn't she? Would you believe I have my mother's 1950s RayBans that resemble these sunglasses? Only hers has rhinestones in the corners. From the late 1950s early 1960s. I feel closer to her when I wear them. It is, after all, Mother's Day. Her 1950s era . . .
The deep sorrow of loss and grief can be almost unbearable. So when a friend whose beloved son died some weeks ago said that the Guided Journal through Grief at A Healing Spirit is playing a major role in her healing , I was glad to hear it. I, too, know the pain of grief. Of course, we never . . .
We're living in a wilderness of unknowns, of uncertainty, where around any corner could be the moment that takes our lives. Some of us spin out in anxiety, some avoid thinking about it, and others go deep within. I am in that last category. So here's what I'm learning in my 8th week of isolation . . .
It was bound to happen: a time when in order to survive, we're called on to use critical thinking skills. Many of us are ill-prepared to do this because we haven't been taught to evaluate what we see, read or experience. We're taught to buy it lock, stock and barrel. Or it's just a knee-jerk . . .
"Not all of us can choose what we give up: the things we love are taken, or never ours at all. Life is defined not by what we let go, but by what we let in: friendship and kind words, frailty and hope. To be human is to be imperfect, and to accept that is to thrive. No path is always strewn with . . .
When life was different I wrote this two months ago when life was very different, and even had it scheduled. And then, the proverbial you-know-what hit the fan. So I pulled it, and about half a dozen other posts out of the schedule. They just didn't seem important. But this one? It still applies . . .
Our house is in week 5 of quarantine, while California is officially in week 3. Maybe it's the neurosis I inherited from my mother or maybe a message from my guides, but I knew we needed to mostly isolate and sanitize way early. Gently, I tried to point it out to groups I am in, but it was long . . .
The gates to our "normal" lives have been closed a while and will probably remain shut for a while longer. Maybe a longer while than we think. When I look around at our closed up homes, I wonder what we are doing with all that time behind the gates. So many people are reporting their great . . .
Where do we begin? What marks the start of any new adventure? And what do we leave behind us when the future calls? ~Call the Midwife The virus crisis we're going through now isn't the kind of adventure we want to have. We might not have even called it an "adventure" before. But it's certainly . . .
We've got to find new ways to manage anxiety and fear, and to keep centered. And all work together to get through this. In that spirit: Three of my A Healing Spirit products are now COMPLETELY FREE for everyone to help with the anxiety that accompanies our strange new world. I hope you can share . . .
So much has changed over the past month. The world as we knew it is gone. What comes next is anyone's guess. Our blogging Boomers share what's on their mind this week in our roundup of posts. This week, you'll find ideas for ways to cope with our strange new world. COPING WITH ANXIETY: FREE . . .