Web of Connection
It’s all about connection.
Making connections.
Fostering and nurturing connections.
As a spider weaves her web she connects one strand to another. In the weaving and connection, the web becomes stronger.
Making connections.
Fostering and nurturing connections.
As a spider weaves her web she connects one strand to another. In the weaving and connection, the web becomes stronger.
What’s the difference between wishing and hoping and thinking and praying, planning and dreaming and simply believing?
Who is that voice inside of you? The voice that assures you all is well and will be well?
I think you know what I’m talking about…
That gripping, paralyzing fear which strips you of your senses and prevents you from taking that courageous step forward.
Together we are creating controversial conversation and that is awesome!
Due to the recent uptick in questions from those curious about God’s position on speaking with our dearly departed, I have decided to reprint a article from my column “Yes My Dear We Can Talk to the Dead… Allow Me to Bring Your Loved Ones Through” which was printed in August, 2010;
I recently accompanied my father to the funeral of his long time friend, which was not a new experience for me. As a card carrying member of the baby boomer generation, I have certainly attended many funeral Masses in my lifetime. The homily during this particular Mass moved me unlike ever before, as the priest spoke of immortality.
It goes like this: May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
I am reminded of my paternal grandmother, Mary, a proud Irish immigrant and a fine woman, who passed on when I was a very young girl. I can still remember her round, smiling face, hair neatly pulled back in a bun. I think about the many grandparents who come through during readings for clients, offering words of encouragement, wisdom and hope.
I ran across this quote, which is lovingly hand painted and was displayed on a wall hanging at a recovery shop in P-Town.
We were winding down a weekend getaway and in a totally blissed out state, when low and behold, Buddha spoke to me.
This striking piece of art stopped me in my tracks.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you just have to surrender.
Time when resistance is futile.
We can hang on for dear life and insist all is well.
Insist we don’t have a problem, or care, or concern about _______________________ (fill in the blank).
Success is defined as an achievement of intention or the achievement of something planned or attempted; something that turns out well.