I woke up before dawn this morning feeling very out of alignment with spirit. I said some forgivings, hoping to release some unwanted energy, and asked for help in prayer. But still needing more, I hopped up, threw on some clothes and shoes, and went for a walk in the cool early morning stillness. With my first few steps, I thought that walking around my palm-tree-lined suburban neighborhood did not seem like the spiritual retreat I would have chosen. When I consider re-creating my alignment with spirit, I usually think of being on top of a mountain, by a stream, or in a sacred spot in the forest. But surprisingly today, in just about ten minutes of moving my body while listening to the chirping birds and simply breathing the fresh air, I began to awaken spiritual life in me again. Read the rest of this entry »

The times we are living in are filled with amazingly complex opportunities, changes, information, and choices. Every option is open—multitudes of offerings from a table of abundance, shattering our confidence in history, tradition and ritual as a form of absolute and personal direction. In such a maze, confusion can thwart our ability to trust ourselves. Perhaps suffering from past experiences warns we could use a little help making better choices. It has never been more essential that we have a personal guidance system in place, something we can trust to lead us into safe havens, places where our efforts will reward us with returns such as safety, peace, happiness, and love. Read the rest of this entry »

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I have always been sensitive to the presence of love in the form of angels watching over me. I don’t know why I have been so blessed, but it makes me happy to experience such a reality. Love in the form of angelic presences seems very beautiful and sacred, even an honor to my spirit, which in my innocence, I simply choose to accept and enjoy.

Sometimes the presence of angels is so real I sense the need to keep my beautiful music on and playing when I leave my house, as I feel my angels near, and I want them to stay and enjoy themselves while I am gone. I sense this makes them feel wanted and honored, appreciated and loved, which seems to allow them permission to remain and continue offering their blessings.

I have become aware of the availability of such heavenly help in many other ways. When I mail an important letter, I don’t simply drop it into a mailbox, but also into the hands of a spiritual courier, whom I ask to make sure it arrives safely and on time. It always does—no additional insurance required! I have learned to trust my spiritual courier with complete confidence.

When I leave my car full of packages sitting in a parking lot, I ask a spiritual presence to protect it in my absence. I don’t leave until I get the feeling that my guard is on duty. He’s always there when I ask—my spiritual butler. He does all kinds of errands for me—anywhere I need an angel to help.

Last night we parked our rental car on a side street in Tulum, Mexico, and I asked my spirit guardian, as always, to please keep it safe. This same presence had protected our keys and personal belongings at a public snorkeling site earlier in the day, and I had noticed that he wanted me to know that he would be there for me, even before I asked. As we walked away from the car last night, I decided to share with my husband a feeling that had come to me earlier in the day: I had realized this spiritual butler of mine, always willing and ready and able to serve me, looked and acted a lot like my Dad.

It was just a thought, but even the thought made me smile, as I knew my Dad would love such an assignment, if in fact that was his job from the other side.

As I went to sleep last night, lulled by the constant calming waves of the Caribbean waters on our private powdery white beach, I felt safe and loved, even grateful that I had felt the possible presence of my father during this particular day.

In the night, I awoke with an intense and vivid dream. I was with my father, and he was alive. I had chosen to care for him, even though he was crippled from a stroke. I loved being with him, sharing ideas and beliefs, and giving him the care I knew he deserved, which I only wished I could have given him in life. In this dream, I asked (God?) if I could keep him with me all of my life, and such a wish was granted. I delighted in carrying his frail body wherever he could not physically take it himself, showing him interesting things that made him happy, and being able to serve him made me very happy too. The joy of this loving service and connection to my father had awoken me from my sleep, so that I could capture all of the essence of its many messages. And then I returned to rest some more.

As I rose again a few hours later, looking out over the calm turquoise sea this breeze-less morning, I realized that if he were alive, today would be my father’s ninetieth birthday. He died eleven and a half years ago, and while I know his body is dead, I happen to believe his spirit is alive and busy, possibly serving from the other side. What a loving thing for one to be able to do when this life is over!

It’s no coincidence that my father would choose to keep me safe, if in fact he did have a choice in the matter of his heavenly assignment. Being safe was a big deal to him. I didn’t know why until years later, but my father was always locking up the house, telling his girls how to keep their purses from being stolen, and teaching us how to stay away from danger in every possible way and place. Sometimes it even made us laugh at his paranoia about safety, as we girls did not seem to share his depth of concern.

My father had served in the war, probably facing death every day for several years, but coming home for Christmas sometime in the mid-1940’s without a wound. As he traveled home with a buddy from St. Louis, he spent the night at his buddy’s home before continuing on to his in Knoxville. Several days after arriving home with his own family, he received the devastating word that on the night of Christmas Eve, someone had broken into the house of that same buddy, robbing them and then killing every one of them.

I had not heard this story until long after my father’s death, but I cannot imagine the terrible sadness it would have caused my father to bear, as well as a lifetime of fear of being hurt by a possible offender, completely outside of my father’s ability to control or prevent. Perhaps the war itself caused some of this same fear. As a child, innocent of the realities of war and crime, I could never have known the intensity of my father’s need to protect.

If I wanted someone to care for my things, to insure my deliveries, to keep me from harm in any way, who better to come to my aid than my own personal body guard from the other side. Who would lovingly serve me better than my own dear father? If there are opportunities to serve as angels when we get to heaven, this is exactly what he would have chosen. Such a gift is sweetened by my own recognition and acceptance of the possibility of his spiritual presence. My faith in such spiritual guidance allows me the courage to ask for any help I desire, as well as to enjoy the gifts such service brings in peaceful ways to bless my heart.

According to many spiritual sources, we are living in times of increasingly more difficulties—more troubles, more hardships, more trials, more deceivers, more of men’s hearts failing them. Never has there seemed to be a greater need to strengthen one’s heart—to build one’s faith and love. Daily time with the spirit is, in my opinion, no longer an option—it is essential. Now is the time to ask for guidance, to seek for truth, and to notice what comes in so many varied ways, even in the recognition of loving service from the other side. Thank you Daddy! I love you! And Happy 90th Birthday to you!

1970–hugging my Dad after winning Miss Teenage Contest

Please enjoy a walk with spirit today and begin strengthening your own spiritual heart sensitivities by listening to one of my guided meditation audios in the mediation section of this website. Sending my love from the Mayan Riviera!

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I don’t think any words evoke more emotion for me than these: going home. At age eighteen I left home for college in another state and probably never got over the loss. I returned for the first two summers, then I moved away forever, going home to visit only rarely after that. Being married, having children, creating a new life, I moved on, but the place I knew as my original home still tugs deeply with cords to my heart.

To me, home means perfection: the place where I am supposed to be, safe while doing what I am supposed to be doing, with help and guidance from others who are here with the responsibility to help and guide me. This could be described as the state of belonging and purpose, maybe even like being peacefully pampered in a spa, and like all those nights snuggled into my bed as a child, knowing I was safe from all the troubles of the world. Home was the place where I could rest, knowing someone stronger and wiser was there to take care of everything.

My life at home as a child was not perfect–not in the least. We had all kinds of drama and trauma, just like the rest of you. But we were close, we cared, and we did our best. No matter how difficult or easy those experiences may seem, home is still the state of mind that reminds us we can curl up and safely settle in, knowing we are exactly where we belong.

As an adult, I have often felt a longing to go home, but home is no longer there. My parents have passed on, the house has been sold, and only memories and photos remain. I have sought to create a new home with the people I love, and to feel that all is well in that setting. But something inside me has always wanted more. And gratefully, I have found it.

I have discovered a home that is always warm and comforting, always near. After years of seeking, the place I now know as home is no longer a destination or a house or a family–it is the place in my heart where I feel God’s love for me and where I have learned to know and love myself! Being guided by the inspirations and closeness of God, as well as magnificently loving teachers on earth and in heaven, I have experienced the peaceful satisfying feeling of being home. I have spiritually traveled into my own heart space, and being there, near to heaven, I have literally seen myself through the eyes of God, which has made quite a difference in how I now experience the peaceful satisfaction of being home.

Have you ever considered the process salmon go through to swim upstream to lay their eggs–to go home? After spending up to five years feasting in the warm waters of the Pacific, the adult salmon return to the place of their own birthing in fresh-water streams as far away to the north as Russia, Alaska, and Japan. How they locate these birth places is still something of a mystery, though their accuracy is most impressive.

Many salmon will die on this journey, and those that make it often arrive battered and bruised. They must travel against the flow of water for the entire journey, and this includes climbing up waterfalls – a breathtaking sight to behold.

After spawning, their purpose fulfilled, they die where they were born. It is fascinating to consider such an amazing effort these creatures make to return to their original roots. That’s how important going home is to this and many other migratory species of wildlife. They give their lives to honor the inner longings to return home.

So how does the concept of migratory salmon tie into your life? Compare your own experience with the salmon’s determination: do you make such a complete sacrifice to get yourself to the place of your origin? Where is your origin? Heaven? Heavenly Father? Who are you, really, spiritually? Where are you really trying to get to when you consider going home?

As I work with people from all walks of life, with all kinds of experiences, I notice there is one thing in common: everyone is trying to go home. The problem is that they don’t know where to find it. People are looking outside of themselves, wanting others to complete them, wanting situations to make them whole.

Love for self cannot be found outside of ourselves. No one can ever give us enough to make us feel that satisfying feeling of being home—home with self. That is a job we each have to do for ourselves. Being one with our heavenly origins, our original family, is the only experience that will do.

I would like to assist you in traveling to the space of spirit where you may experience your heavenly connections, where you can take a look for yourself at the creation of beauty you live with twenty-four/seven–the real you! When you see yourself as you truly are–a worthy, perfect, and divine child of God–you will indeed finally know the constant, satisfying presence of being home.

This guided meditation is whispered from a connection with spirit, so find a quiet place where you can be alone for about thirty minutes. Before you begin the meditation, send a prayer heavenward, asking that you may find what you need at this time. With that clear intention stated, click on the recording, and travel home now to be with your own heavenly origins.

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I wrote this article as a response to a dear friend who is struggling with important life-changing decisions. I advised him to go deep into his soul, and to honor the feelings he knows are true. My desire is that he not cave to pressures from the opinions of others or what might be the obvious survival-mode conclusions. As always this guidance states that spirit is constantly speaking truth, giving the best advise for every decision along your course.

Sometimes all the pieces of our lives are working together quite smoothly, like great teamwork. We feel happy, satisfied, and maybe even like we have everything figured out. We are wearing our Life Is Good shirt with pride.

And then out of nowhere, like a crack in the sidewalk, something comes along to knock us down. When that smooth ride hits the bump, we may land on the cement, in the gutter, or maybe even in the hospital.

So just how bad are these problems that throw us off course, and where do we go for help?

I want to share a few ideas that can make your ride easier, all of which have roots in the idea that to flow with life, we have to be deeply rooted, aligned, with truth—from spirit.

There is an energetic (spiritual) reality to your life, and there is a physical reality to your life. The blueprint of your life is already perfectly created, in the form of spirit (energy.) The things that you love, the things that make you happy, the things that light your fire, already exist as evidence of the real you. All that you love and feel good about is a living form of energy, like a hologram of your spirit. By focusing on what you already love, you honor what you came here to be, feel, and experience. This is why it feels so good to live from spirit–this is the reality of what is most real and true.

If what you are experiencing in the physical reality is different from this peaceful spiritual hologram, you may not living in alignment with truth. When you are out of alignment with truth, you feel dissatisfied with your life, and it can hurt.

I don’t mean to be insulting to anyone who flies off course unexpectedly. It happens to all of us, all the time. Some expect these bumps are the norm, but I see it differently. God said we are here to experience joy, and I take Him at His word. The bumpy, out of control, tripping everywhere stuff shows we are out of alignment with truth.

There is a better way. Life is Good can be the norm. There are tools to correct our bad driving. When we learn to live by the spirit of truth of who we are and what we came here to be, then the bumps may still come along, but they appear more as a joy ride than landing us in the hospital.

To share some powerful enlightenment for creating a smoother, more joyful daily ride through life, I have an assignment for you: I want you to make a list, starting right now.

This may take a little bit of introspection, so give it a few days to percolate and grow in clarity. The question you get to make a list about is this: What do you know is true about your life? What is it you feel great while doing? What recurring messages have come to you that may have a message?

Focus on the categories that mean something to you, like relationships, finances, home, career, social aspects, hobbies. This list is about feelings, not labels. What would it feel like if you actually were experiencing life as you always knew you should/could/would?

As you ponder these questions, keep your focus on what feels really good in your heart.

Your heart is your truth-a-meter. This is the location where all the information about your life and choices already resonates. Your job is to get familiar with those vibrations, to be comfortable there.

To do this, you have to acknowledge what is there, and honor those feelings. This exercise is your way of showing you are willing to finally listen to what your heart has been trying to tell you all along.

Listening to our inner knowing heart is a wonderful gift to self. Though rarely done enough, it is the one experience that always produces feelings of satisfaction. Your heart wants to know it can trust you with its most precious truths, so just be open and honest. Ask, then listen.

As you accept this assignment, I remind you to use no labels of people, places, or things. This exercise is entirely about feelings or impressions–how something feels or appears, according to a spiritual source of such information. As you ask, you will know.

You may have dreams. You may have already had recurring dreams. Don’t get hung up on the details. Just write down your impressions, and the information embedded there will reveal in due time. For now, just write what you remember feeling.

These feelings may manifest as longings and desires, the roots of which exist in a spiritual awareness that you need to become consciously aware of.

Sometimes people tell you things they see in you. If others repeatedly share the same impressions about you, write those down. Messages of truth come from our hearts, as well as from the angels among us.

Once your list is made, full of energetic descriptions of your truest feelings, I would ask you to spend some personal time studying the list. As you notice the energetic patterns or feelings created when pondering your list, your spiritual hologram will appear, as real as anything physical you ever thought of as self.

Your next job is to love this hologram (spirit creation of self) with all your heart. This is your truth. You may talk to this image as if it is alive—it is. You must develop a vital and loving relationship with the truth of who you are—energetically, spiritually.

This act of loving your spirit-self allows that entity to become larger than life. When such becomes a constant reality of who you are, you truly step into that hologram and live from such empowered energetic vibrations—creating a steady stream of beautiful, satisfying results in your day-to-day living. Yes, life is very good when aligned with truth. Why settle for anything less?

These are my six children, who have been with me in spirit since long before my child-bearing years began. This is the manifestation of a lifelong inner awareness of my path. And yes, this celebration of me behind them is from a heart full of gratitude that my spiritual hologram actually manifest into reality–a reality that brings me much joy!