Ghosting My House’s Funeral I sat there waiting for my husband, Steve, to return from the landslide property eviction, my kids pointing out my car’s window as we waited at the bottom of the hillside in the relative safe zone, ambivalent that I’m even parked here for a few minutes. I can’t even drive in the potholed area without having an energetic allergic reaction, even if my mind is elsewhere. Note, Haines, AK is only a few miles long of…
The Red Light to What Feels like the Road to Nowhere.(Haines Dec. 2020 Disaster – Landslide on Beach Road.)Front page picture of view down the landslide from the top by: Tom Ganner. The road is open, but we can’t go home – we are the ‘Red Zone’. As celebration happens on Beach Road, in Haines Alaska, it is a bittersweet reunion with our past lives. For half of the Beach Road community (Green-Zone) it is met with promise, excitement and…
Authoring Your Reality. In the spiritual mindset we are programmed to believe what we think is our reality. So, our focus will naturally be on creating, manifesting, bringing forth our good! In deeper spirituality wisdom, we value reality and are driven by marking them ‘preferences’ (our current desires) while simultaneously surrendering them to the Universe. Poof! Magical things happen. But what if that’s not important in this moment currently – the preferences? What if you know all that, but what…
Grief Suspended Where do you go to grieve, when you don’t know where you are?As if there’s too much weight to carry yourself and your heavy heart. What do I do with this grief, no one wants to touch?I cannot share this terrible poo poo platter, inviting friends to listen during their lunch break. Burdened them with my burden. I don’t want inquiry from a therapist, I want validation.Deep curiosity as if they’re listening to a story of creation.Maybe I should…
Me. Now. I feel a little strange. As if I were thawing out. I don’t know who I am when I meet another. I can’t fit into my past life, as if my clothes don’t work for me anymore. I thought I was fine, until I open my eyes and see what they see. Am I crazy? I can’t relate…to anyone. Nothing little exists. It’s all ‘biggies’ it feels, nowadays. Where am I in this space? I just want to…
Death of the Conditioned Mind Never in my life have I seen the radical affects of our conditioned mind more than through the transit of death. Knee deep in making sense to understand. We are not our mind, for it is just an after-thought. A compliment. My grandmother transited out-of-body. I did not get the concrete memo of factual information. Instead I got it via fractal code of consciousness – the before-mind. Slightly embarrassed, questioning my profession and are *they…
Middle Class Homelessness “The value is not in the receiving, nor the giving, although opposed charges, they are the same. Yet, it is the energy of transference in-between that must be kept alive. Keep it going in both directions, simultaneously. This is the ‘god-it’ transaction.” – Vanessa Wishstar We are middle class homeless people. The potential of possibilities still exists in a comfy landing but where we are suspended, tied up in fury, helplessness, hopelessness, is a cold sore at…
The Twenty-five Shakedown. I just posted on a local Buy Sell Trade FB page, stating what I ‘needed’ (i.e., hutch, long desk, door etc.). The backstory is my family and I still remain *homeless & jobless for the most part because of the after effects of the Dec. landslide in Haines, AK. Recently my coMedium friend, Meghan Hart, graciously offered to sign me into her office space so, in gratitude and a hint of design OCD I begged her to…
As many of you know, you’re learning about your child – the good and the challenging while homeschooling/virtual schooling them. So how do you work with their traits? You look at their astrological natal chart! Go online and search, “free astrology natal chart” or go here: Cafe Astrology. The site will ask for your child’s birthdate, exact birth location (hospital, midwifery center, or wherever the child was born), and exact time of birth. Note, the time of birth is important…
For six months I’ve been trying to get home, but apparently I was needed in another realm. Aside from the external story that was downright humorous when you’re at the end of your rope, my inward journey home, enlightened me with radical acceptance, void of judgment. I clung my sweaty palms to my seat in a 1989 Scooby Doo RV that shakes barely going over 55 mph. After the millionth time of trying to get home I feel relief yet…