Day: May 4, 2010

I love the random conversations I sometimes have with Shannon,  my Indigo teen. Like in the car on the way to her friend’s house, we started out with cell phones and ended up in the middle of the Civil War and later on Virginia’s beautiful side roads, with a couple of stops at the old…

You never  know  what’s  going  on  behind  the  walls, whether you’re on the outside thinking about the inside or vice versa. Last night, while we were having a Gathering and messing around with quantum physics, our neighbors had no idea what we were up to…and we didn’t know what was going on outside either.  …

Damn. The Treat is on my mind tonight. It’s well after midnight and we’ve just wrapped up an- other Gathering, complete with food, good friends, and lots of talk of spirituality and quantum physics. It’s been a fun and interesting night, and yet, when it’s over, I feel a twinge of regret that The Treat…

My heart breaks for my daughter. But I can’t fix what’s wrong, and I won’t even try. It’s not my place. Not this time. But I’ve been in that place before. All I can do is sympathize because I know what it’s like to try again and again to get my daddy’s attention and have…

“You say ‘they,’” my friend asks, “but who are ‘they’? Those are the spirit guides you refer to?” He’s a little nervous with the idea. He’s seen things, too, but the idea of hearing voices makes him nervous. I quickly ex- plain that I don’t  experience my guides quite like that. Some- times it’s like…

I was driving home tonight and couldn’t help but notice the full moon. Technically, it won’t be full until the wee hours of Saturday, but it’s close to full and still waxing.Long ago, an old man told me he thought of me every time  he  saw  the  full  moon  because  I’d  been  so  fond  of…

I don’t think my daughters saw what happened with the man in the bookstore, and I was glad at the time that they didn’t. I didn’t even  get angry—just a little indignant and mildly amused. As much as I love bookstores, I hadn’t planned to be there last  night, but one of the girls needed…

“You know,” Jean says after I tell her about a couple of my odd dreams in the past few weeks, “I suspect these messages you’re getting on being ‘less critical’ might mean for you to be less critical of yourself. Stop beating yourself up, will you?” I hadn’t thought of it that way. We’re in…

I am learning about life and the way things could be through dreams. I am experiencing more of life in the Dream- time than I knew  could be possible and amazed to find how comfortable I am with the possibilities I see there. Yes, I’m learning about reality from dreams and dreaming the life I…

Early into keeping a journal and sharing it with other women in  the same starting-over situation—I’d say about two months—someone convinced me to turn my little essays on life, coping, and healing into a book at year’s end. That seemed simple enough…until I started to format the book and realized I had written  200,000  words …

Some of my favorite conversations have been with scientists. I’m a little surprised. I’m more of a fan of musicians and artists, but in hindsight, I’m surprised by how much I appreciate the scientific mind, crave  it even. I suppose that’s one of last remaining benefits of working with so many physicists, aeronautical engineers, and…

Having grown up Southern Baptist, I have plenty of guilt that creeps into my life without warning. Every now and then, I have to stop and re-examine some of the “Christian” concepts I grew up on, in light of my  Wiccan spirituality. The concepts have value, and maybe it’s just semantics, but the words them-…