Messages & Channelings

Today I’m finishing up a new writing project. I’m transforming my “Self Care Cards” deck into an updated version of helpful, healing messages so I’m sharing a blog I wrote last year about one of my favorite things – books.

I sat quietly in my office staring out the window at a red-tailed hawk sailing overhead. The wind carried her far above the tree line and I imagined what it must be like to float so effortlessly. I gently closed my eyes to start the day with a meditation.  

Last week I received an email from a woman who’s been unemployed for several months and is worried about losing her home.  My heart goes out to her and the thousands of people who are in the same situation, struggling to make ends meet.  As I considered her challenge, I suggested several things that might help.  This week I thought I’d share the ideas in case you, or someone you care about, need help.

One morning this week I entered the bathroom where our new kittens were sleeping and my heart melted.  Here’s what I found...

Last week I received an email from a longtime reader who wanted me to know she was unsubscribing because of my newsletter about Ruth Bader Ginsburg. She was polite. She expressed appreciation for all the years of support my words had provided.

There’s nothing like a mandate to stay in one place to help us see how neurotic the mind can be. These days, as I spend most of my time at home, I’ve made it a practice to carefully watch my thoughts. 

As I sat down to write this week’s newsletter, I realized that today is a special day.  A special date, actually.  It’s 10/10/10.  So, inspired by these numbers, I decided to do something fun.  In an effort to help you take good care of yourself, I quickly made a list of ten things to say yes to, ten things to say no to, and ten things that contribute to a great life, overall.  I hope you find a few on the list that resonate for you!

I stepped outside just before sunset, to add a little birdseed to an empty feeder because I have a raccoon who comes to visit for a late-night snack. As I turned to walk back into the house, I noticed something watching me from the edge of the yard.

It’s Saturday night and the wind is howling up here on the hill where we live. It’s finally starting to feel seasonably cold even though I understand we’re in for sixty-degree weather on Christmas day.

This morning, as I filled the bird feeders, changed the water in their bath, and tended to the seeds I’ve started for the deck garden, I thought about how I used to rush through these daily chores to get to the gym or to attend a meeting for work, pre-pandemic.