Messages & Channelings

Cheryl Richardson > Who Am I Now?

We were weaving in and out of city traffic on our way to a business meeting when my friend and colleague, Fred, asked for an update on what I’ve been up to the last few months.

I sat by the window like a little girl on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus to arrive in his sleigh. All day long I’d been on the lookout for hummingbirds because it had been two days since...

Cheryl Richardson > Celebrate your Success

If you keep a journal, you probably know what it’s like to go back in time and meet your old self with new eyes. It’s nostalgic, a bit unsettling, and inspiring when you’ve used self-reflection as a catalyst...

Cheryl Richardson > How to Make a First Date Great

“How do I make a first date great?” This was the question posed to our group sitting around a table at a post-wedding brunch. There were five women – friends each representing a different decade...

Cheryl Richardson > Sharing history with strangers

It had been nearly an hour of combing through racks of vintage and upcycled clothes when I finally struck gold. Stashed behind a well-worn, olive-green army coat...

It was the end of a long, hard workout, and I was exhausted. Everyone in the class had finished the routine and I was the last person struggling through a final set of burpees.

Cheryl Richardson > Time for a Smaller Plate?

This is one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned since reordering my priorities: It’s hard to honor the important things when you don’t have the time required to do so.

Cheryl Richardson > Making Friends Later in Life

We piled into the car enjoying the last rays of sunlight before afternoon storms moved in. Heading out on a road trip with girlfriends, we were about to spend a few hours poring over clothes at a massive vintage clothing sale in Boston.

Cheryl Richardson > A Ritual That Stands the Test of Time

Finally, free of the gusty warm winds that haunted us for most of the day, the night turned calm and cool. As the sun made its descent, a star appeared in the southern sky.

Cheryl Richardson > Never Postpone Joy

I stood at the kitchen sink rinsing plates and putting them in the dishwasher when I noticed a familiar train of thought laying tracks in my head. Let’s see, I told myself...

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