Listen To Your Mother
Failsafe advice from the woman who gave you life.
While we are on the subject of listening, I just have to share my thoughts on a subject near and dear to my heart – my mother, Leah.
Beginnings, Endings & In-Betweens
There is life after life and that is why it is referred to as afterlife.
Life after life.
Beginnings.
Ends.
And in-betweens.
Love Thyself
Love of self is probably one of the greatest loves we will ever achieve in one lifetime.
To love thyself… truly, madly, deeply love thyself, one has to place oneself above all else.
Ask & Ye Shall Receive
(A message authored by my Spirit Support Team.)
Ask and Ye Shall Receive
Is it really that simple? For the most part, yes it is! It’s all up to you – really. If you believe – you will receive.
We are standing by and at your service and many of us are praying you will listen to ‘thyself’ and respond to those signs we share.
Slow and Steady
Slow and steady wins the race, but let’s not confuse that idiom with the messages I have been receiving.
There clearly is a sense of urgency underfoot and it’s not the least bit fueled by fear.
It is not fear – it is urgency – and there is a difference.
I’m Coming Out!
I’m coming out of the closet and no one is going to stop me!
My name is Diane Marie Ford and I co-counsel with Spirit.
Together we are creating controversial conversation and that is awesome!
Vatican Approved
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.
May the Road Rise Up
There is an Old Irish Blessing which is pulling at my heart strings as I write this little story.
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.
Sweet Surrender
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).
Phone Home
How many times, in the midst of a time sensitive issue, do you reach for the phone to call your mother because you know she will have the answer you need and stop in tracks and hear yourself say “oh damn, she’s dead”.
(That used to happen to me over and over and over again. After all – no one loves you like your mother and no one knows you like your mother.)
