Tag: intuition

  • Those Fighting Battles Unseen

    Those Fighting Battles Unseen

    There’s a beautiful piece of advice that says we should be kind and compassionate towards everyone because everyone we meet is fighting a secret war. As a supervisor and small business owner, I have found this to be true. From the Bookshelf Unapologetically Happy — 23 lessons from a life reimagined, and your permission slip…

  • Art as an Act of Faith

    Art as an Act of Faith

    Art, I am discovering, is the ultimate act of faith. Do you see this photo of the path through the woods? I cannot see where this path ends. As with Life, I can see only a few steps ahead. In places where the path is straighter, I can see farther, but what’s around that next…

  • Barbara Walters, Psychics, and Public Ridicule

    Barbara Walters, Psychics, and Public Ridicule

    I think maybe Barbara Walters owes “dangerous” psychic James Van Praagh an apology, but that’s mostly because—as an empath—I’ve worn Van Praagh’s shoes. I know what it’s like to be ridiculed for sending someone to get medical help. If you’re not familiar with the inciting incident, it happened on Barbara Walter’s TV show, The View,…

  • Origins of Doubt

    Origins of Doubt

    I’m having a moment of doubt, and I’m not sure what the origin is. What I’m worried the origin is money. That’s why I have to be absolutely sure before I make any decisions. The issue? It’s a lot of money. From the Bookshelf Give Your Life Direction — 23 life-coaching tips to get unstuck…

  • Not So Clear but Present

    Not So Clear but Present

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Passion to the Third Degree. I have not slept well the past two nights. There’s turbulent energy in the air around me. For the past two days, the Ten of Pentacles has been standing in front of me. I see him in my mind’s eye. From the Bookshelf…

  • Back to the Pit?

    Back to the Pit?

    A brief meditation, the fountain bright, the forest full of light — and a man at the edge of it, eyeing the long, black tunnel down to a pit he chose once before. This time, I don’t descend.

  • The Sideways Path

    The Sideways Path

    A year ago today, I headed to Daytona Beach for a writers’ conference. I spent a week there, visited with some old friends, and made some life-changing decisions. Some of the effects have been seen but many have not yet become apparent. A lot of preparation has followed these decisions, and the work has gone…

  • Checkmate

    Checkmate

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. I can’t tell you the best way to convince me to do what you want me to do. If you really want me to go down that path, you can show it to me and then tell me all the logical reasons to take…

  • Don’t Test Me

    Don’t Test Me

    Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve had the feeling that my heart was closed off. It would seem that this would have happened months ago rather than weeks ago but this sense of being closed down has come more recently, almost like it…

  • Facing the Blood-Red Storm

    Facing the Blood-Red Storm

    One of my “brood” is having a rough time right now. I know it because I can feel it. Not completely sure which one it is, male I think, but I’ve checked in on everyone I usually feel such connections to except for three, and two of them are male. I’m not likely to hear…

  • The Child Who Calls to Me

    The Child Who Calls to Me

    Although my daughters are teens now, they still call me the same thing they did as little girls. “Mommy.” Except around their friends. They try to be cooler than and just not call me anything. I like being called “Mommy,” so as they’ve gotten older, I’ve never discouraged it or insisted they call me “Mom”…

  • Jump or Be Pushed,  More

    Jump or Be Pushed, More

    Occasionally the Universe gives me little pushes and I don’t realize it. Sometimes the pushing starts rather suddenly and forces me to act quickly. Sometimes I refuse to see it until I’m at the cliff’s edge and the ground is giving way under me and I’m still refusing to see it. I’m better at that…