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  • Dying To Be Too Perfect

    The Burren today… This place is energetic and magical. I’m guided to come here as many times as my impulse takes me here.. So far Ireland has been quite the teacher for me. To say that I’ve come to one of the places I have most fantasized about and everything has been Harmony and Flow is not quite accurate. In my mind I have made Ireland so magical and have waited to come here for it to be so PERFECT. And yet by my created perfectness my experience…

  • Completion.

    I remember this day vividly. It was the weekend I did my Landmark Forum.   When I was 16 years old, I was raped by one of my classmates. He shared the experience with everyone as if it didn’t happen the way it did. It was talked about and I was teased about it. I chose to keep it inside. I didn’t tell my parents as I thought they would love me less and that anything I may have done or would do in my life would be…

  • The Forecast of Life

    Today Is The Best Day Ever ?️ Sitting here in the waiting room I hear the local news emitting from tvs. I must say the news is not my ‘thing’. There it is, noise in the background of my environment. Being in a space where the news was being broadcast in the past would have been a nuisance and today it has no meaning. I hear it, but I don’t HEAR it. It doesn’t exist in meaning. As I’m writing in my journal I stop as the news switches…

  • That’s My Ship

    Today Is The Best Day Ever ⛵⛴️???️ Picture yourself standing at a dock. Your suitcase beside you. The sun kissing your beautiful skin. You’re wearing your favorite outfit, so comfortable against your skin. As you look to the left you observe your ship. You feel a sensation in your gut. That’s your ship. It’s headed out to sea. You’ve clearly ‘missed’ it. What now? That was your Caribbean cruise and now it’s sailing away. You stand there being with your emotions of not making it to your ship. 5…

  • That’s Not My Job

    Today IS The Best Day Ever ? I don’t know how, and I know it’s coming. I don’t know when, and I know it’s coming. I don’t know who, and I know it’s coming. I don’t know what, and I know it’s coming. I don’t know where, and I know it’s coming. None of those things, who, what, where, when, and how, are none of my business. They really aren’t. That’s the Universe’s job, not mine. The Universe has everything I could desire all qued up for me. Qued…

  • In Order For Something To Be Different, One Must Be Different

    Today IS The Best Day Ever ? The past few days have been full of amazing contrast. Contrast that in the past I would have let the old stories run with. This time when it came up I decided that if I wanted something to be different, I was going to need to do something different. So I chose that, I chose to be different. I didn’t call the person I usually call to ‘argue for my limitations’ and ‘throw the pitty party’ of “this” is “happening” again. I…

  • Who Am I

    Saturday I made a shift in how I ‘work’ with my clients (and interact with people). I have been continuously stepping into the shift everyday and Saturday I allowed this shift to take a new conscious level. Over the years, I’ve worked with people, and have been ‘trained’ in looking for what’s wrong, what’s the problem. When I first started my ‘career’, I resonated with this. I was a different person for sure, so it suited me. I could spend hours talking with someone about what their ‘symptoms’…

  • Love Living Florida

    For the first time in my life I love living in Florida. I had all sorts of reasons for not fully being in love with it. Reasons that were just all excuses for me to focus on something that disallowed me to feel good. In truth if it wasn’t “Florida” it was something or someone else. One day I got specific with my inquiry to the Universe. I had had ‘enough’ with only temporary loving the new place I moved to. This was a feeling I noticed within…

  • Sweet Release

    As I stared at that piece of paper, holding my limiting beliefs about money, about my abundance, I realized that all these thoughts and feelings were outside of me.  They were not in me, not cemented to the walls of my cells.  They were transmutable and airy.  For if they were not, I wouldn’t be able to place them on this sheet of paper.  For the first time, I didn’t feel I was the lack of these stories I wrote down.  For the first time I saw them…