Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus
I wonder if you have ever read this story?
If you haven’t, please do. If you have, then you will most likely enjoy reading it again.
This is my favorite story in the whole wide world.
I wonder if you have ever read this story?
If you haven’t, please do. If you have, then you will most likely enjoy reading it again.
This is my favorite story in the whole wide world.
“There’s no place like home for the holidays and no matter how far away you roam, if you want to be happy in a million ways, for the holidays you can’t beat home sweet home.”
I love that sentiment. Come to think of it – who will you be hosting this holiday season? Will your table include a place setting for your dearly departed loved ones? If that thought has not yet crossed your mind please allow me to share with you…
Have you ever wondered what it would feel like if you were eternally accompanied by someone who loves you as deeply as you love him or her? Someone who ‘has your back’ and is always available to provide advice and guidance?
Every eve is All Hallows Eve as far as we are concerned. Yes, we can move through swiftly when the veil is at its thinnest. However, we can move through swiftly and effortlessly anytime providing our conduit, our medium is open, ready to receive and able to get out of her way.
As we prepare to return to school and step into the spirit of academia once again, I wonder if it has ever crossed your mind as to who is teaching whom? I’m referring, specifically, to schooling with spirit.
If you were able to control your own destiny – fully – in every aspect – would there be magic, synchronicities, impromptu moments or things done and actions taken “on a whim”?
If your destiny did control you – would you think for yourself, be creative, make your own decisions, or would you be a slave to all that is put before you… a thought processing machine?
And is enough happiness enough?
Is too much happiness too much?
You have to believe – to thine own self be true.
I didn’t rail against society and its conventional standards. I longed to be seen as ‘normal’. My valiant attempts to ‘change’ and be like ‘them’ never worked.
I stood out.
I stood apart.
I wasn’t unpopular – I just never fit in.
Fitting in didn’t feel like a good fit.
Then you went on your merry way racking your brain, repeating the question over and over, arriving with a slew of possible answers, not knowing which might be correct?
Add that question to your list of unanswered questions or questions to be asked at a later date.