Day: May 6, 2010
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Lending History to a Stranger
Last fall, a colleague asked if I was still friends with a mutual acquaintance of ours. I confessed to her that no, I’d ended the friendship because the person wasn’t what I thought she was and that she had lied to me. My colleague proceeded to berate me, asking why I, as an intuitive …
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Dreams…Again
He’s back—the man who haunts my dreams. I never see his face, but he’s there, right there next to me. We’re going somewhere. We have to get from here to there. But we don’t know where “there” is. It’s some place we’ve never been. We sit with a group of …what are they?…who are they?…
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Squish
Wildlife totems have been everywhere and, Nature Girl that I am, I like it. A lot. Except of course, when animal parents are irresponsible. Deer. Baby deer. Lots of baby deer by the roadside. Enough so that the driver next to us had trouble staying in his lane while he and his kids pointed fingers…
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I Dream of Monks and Cinderella
I am helping him pack. Who? I don’t know. He’s just the man in the dream, one of these surreal dream-visions I sometimes have. He’s so close that I can feel the heat off his body and yet, it’s almost as if he’s so close that I can’t see him. Like my eyes won’t focus…
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The Lord and Lady of Incredibly Bad Timing
A year ago today, with sunset impending. Shannon says I remind her of the calendar because I remember past calendar dates and very, very specific times and am so attuned to them. Well, of course. It’s how I manage my world and stay on track. It’s the tool that I drive and that sometimes drives…
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I Experiment with Tarot— and Tarot Experiments with Me
Another one of the eye openers I had while in Daytona was realizing that I do have a gift for certain things. It’s just not necessarily in the way I thought it would be or should be or in the way that others have their gifts; therefore, to me I felt ungifted. Case in…
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Building, Building, Building
I’ve been back from Daytona for almost 2 weeks now, and I’m beginning to feel that surge of “good energy” fade. The teal of the ocean was definitely good for me. But back home for 2 weeks and settling back into the daily routine here, I’m finding that I’m really having to fight the heaviness…
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Why Can’t I Be Like Other Women?
What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be like other women? Why can’t I just be like every other divorced woman within 10 years of my age—and half the married women I know—and just go get me a fuck-buddy or two or three or ten and be fine with that? Logically speaking, it would fit…
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Juggling
I’m pretty good at juggling. In fact, it’s one of my strengths as an employee and a human being. I juggle. I always have a lot of work, a lot of projects, a lot of irons in the fire, pots boiling— whatever you want to call it. There’s always something going…
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“I Will Never Leave You”
Memorial Day has come and gone. Last year, I stood in the spitting rain and watched electric guitarists make music and acquaintances get drunk and I heeded the guidance from both friends and the Ether to “play more.” This year, for Memorial Day, all I did was work, once again playing catch-up so that I…
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Huge Shifts
I feel like I’m watching train wrecks in slow motion. It’s all too heavy and too big and too powerful to stop. There’s nothing I can do or say to make any of it stop, to put brakes on these locomotives, and all I can do is sort of back off far enough to watch…
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Science and Psychic Data Points
The writers’ conference in Daytona had promised to focus on paranormal thrillers as well as psychic fiction. I’m fascinated with psychics and intuitives and how they actually see or hear things. When a medium says, “I see a handsome man in your future but he’s not tall or dark,” I want to know exactly what…
