I was first introduced to a Peruvian despacho ceremony at an afterlife conference a few years ago. That one was a beautiful and moving ritual that honored the dead, and I've done several since, including one to honor my friend who died in 2015. Despacho ceremonies ground us, connect us with the . . .
The other day a mom sent me photographs of her daughter, who is no longer in this life. Immediately, I saw what a bright light she was. And still is. It's hard to dim the light within, even after death. It shines on and lights the way for those of us left behind. So if you're grieving a loss, try . . .
Kids are watching. Maybe they aren't listening, but that are watching. What you teach reaches them by what you do. Do you teach love? Do you teach acceptance of others' differences? Do you teach judgment, that your way is the only way? Do you make fun of others? Do you call names? Do you bait . . .
People don't all have to think like I do or believe as I do. If I've learned one thing in life it's that everyone has their own path and their journey is their own. But there's one thing I wish were more prevalent than it is, and that is an open mind--open to possibilities even if they seem . . .
Last night I dreamt that I was at a family get together. So what, you're probably thinking. What's different about this dream is that in reality, the people in my dream, my closest genetic family, are not in my life. This is not my choice. But, to be honest, it probably should've been my choice, . . .
We're stuck. We're earthbound, stuck in our limited ways of looking at life, as if this were all it could be. Or as if we'll all be floating on clouds or burning in hell. Or as if any one "religion" has a lock on heaven. No. We are ONE. That's right. We're all part of each other and part of . . .
From the moment we draw our first breath we're walking home to the place it all began. Home. Although we fear death, there's another way to look at it. There is no dividing line between life and death...one flows into another. It might be easier to consider that we don't die at all--it's this . . .
A big sigh. I'm sitting here thinking about how difficult it would be to watch a new generation fall victim to my family's dysfunctions. "Family." The word is a difficult one for me, as I have two siblings and neither have been in my life for the better part of the last decade. It wasn't my . . .
And why should it let go? If only we all realized that they're still here... it's not afterlife, it's ever-life. Life unending. See our gentle, supportive products to help with grief --and our condolence gifts-- at A Healing Spirit. Save . . .
During Harvey we saw so many people step up to help in wondrous ways. At the same time, my social media feed was filled with people calling names and insulting others who were not behaving the way the poster wanted them to in the face of Houston's devastation. Or Florida's. For the most part, the . . .