Category: Energy

Posts on energy — how it moves through us, around us, and between us. Reiki, energy sending, energy signatures, and the gradual learning to read what’s underneath the words people say.

  • Punishments

    Punishments

    Shannon and I were talking today about punishments.  At 16, she’s old enough now—and good enough—that  she  doesn’t  really  get many punishments anymore.   The only thing  punishment-worthy  in the past  year was when she forgot to tell me she wouldn’t be home until 7 and I was expecting her at 5. She didn’t call…

  • Struggling Again

    Struggling Again

    They say it takes 28 days to create a new habit. I think it takes a lot less to create a bad one or to lose your momentum on the good ones. September was a rough month for work, but October’s been even worse. What’s happened is what usually happens when  I get  stressed  with …

  • Meditative Work: Dream Boy’s Weekly Visit

    Meditative Work: Dream Boy’s Weekly Visit

    He prefers Saturday mornings, when I’m meditating. This week, lighter, more social, learning something new. And the old gatekeeper is back — the woman who used to keep us separated. Why now?

  • Explaining the  Dance of Dominance and  Submission

    Explaining the Dance of Dominance and Submission

    I’m being challenged to explain myself. Nothing new about that, mind you, but this time, people want to know exactly  how  I  see  this  whole  Domination/submission thing that’s emerging with my exploration  of my dominant side. Of course, I don’t need to explain anything to anybody. Then  again, I do need to explain it for…

  • Do You Have Faith in Me?

    Do You Have Faith in Me?

    George Michael’s  “Faith”  is playing  on my  internal soundtrack when I arrive at work and my colleague realizes she hasn’t given me her opinion in 15 hours. “I think you just don’t know what you want,” she intones in that smarmy voice that just keeps going long after I’ve ignored her and  walked away. It…

  • If I Don’t  Come Back

    If I Don’t Come Back

    While sitting in the 20th iteration of a high-level meeting and discussing the same things we’ve talked through 19 times before, I noticed a VIP sitting in the corner, absent-mindedly trimming his fingernails. It reminded me of stories of kamikaze pilots trimming their nails before a battle from which they would not return. So that…

  • Turning Ideas into  Prosperity

    Turning Ideas into Prosperity

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Ideas come at the oddest moments. Or not so odd. Sometimes the Universe has to wave a great, big scarlet flag to get my attention. As my mentor has reminded me, the work I do has value. I’m still stewing over exactly how to establish various “streams of…

  • Not Forgotten

    Not Forgotten

    There have been times in recent years when I’ve focused on breaking logjams. Lots of times. Both mine, and for other people who asked my help. Where I put my focus gets a lot of juice, sort of like a pressure washer blasting away in a concentrated area. Just because it’s difficult does not mean…

  • Feeling Lucky

    Feeling Lucky

    I’m feeling pretty good right now. Lucky, in fact. I think  my  ex  dumped  this  house  at just  the  right time—before  the new roof, before the Pergo went bad, before I hand-laid the new patio—and when the real estate market was still quite high. He got the max dollar for it that I’ll never see.…

  • Vision — The Perfect Evening

    Vision — The Perfect Evening

    It’s another vision, and it’s a lovely one for this special Tuesday  when the  Law  of  Attraction  is  in  full  effect. Hold these thoughts  in mind,  relish them in your own way, recreate  them in your own spheres.  Do  what you will with it, but this is what I see. His third chakra is doing…

  • Finding My Own Art

    Finding My Own Art

    Many people in my family are artistically talented. Me, I’m doing great if you can guess the sex of my stick figures. Maybe  it’s this lack  of talent  that explains  why I have been utterly charmed by any man who’s ever offered to draw me. I’ve been an amateur photographer  since the fourth grade, and…

  • Loving Dissonance

    Loving Dissonance

    What? Could I simply not maintain the sense of contentment  that came  in  so  warmly  in  late  August  and stayed through much of September, in spite of the issues with my dad, my ex, the pressures of my job? There was still such a wonderful sense of everything being as it should be. Serenity. Calmness.…