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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Then Something Weird Happened
“Miracles come in moments. Be ready and willing.” Dr. Wayne W. Dyer Fourteenth row. I can’t believe how close we are to the stage. Was I even this excited when I saw Billy Joel perform live in Calgary… Read More
Lavender
‘As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.‘ – Anonymous Gnarled and spotted thumb draws circles upon the worn linen sachet. Careful, careful, I remind myself. The yellowed fabric now so thin the contents… Read More
The Senses Awaken
“Lose your mind and come to your senses.” Frederick Salomon Perls My American Husband and I were long distance friends for about a year before we finally met face to face. We had been members of an online community of… Read More
Past Life Tour Guide
As you may be able to tell by the many memories I have shared in this blog, I really enjoy being a past life tourist. Exploring other lifetimes and remembering the lessons learned has been incredibly healing and a… Read More
The Saffron Wars
“Pitiful, foolish son! Why have I been cursed with such a child?” I close my eyes to shut out the sound of her voice. My father’s sunken face sits behind my eyelids. “More flower! Do not shame my… Read More
The Empty Chair
The table is set with the finest china and crystal. My Izzy has outdone herself. She works diligently to keep our family happy during this holiday season, though in the moments she allows herself to be still she… Read More
Waiting Always
I coax no fish today. There will be a hollow in my stomach as I have run out of brown food and the winter months continue long past the time that spring is meant to appear. It is… Read More
Wind Chimes – A guest blog by Erin McDonald
After receiving two very vivid regressions from my brilliant friend, Brenda late last Spring, I discovered that I’m highly suggestible. This was doubly confirmed several weeks later, when while meditating I accidentally regressed myself. I traveled through the… Read More
At the Setting of the Sun
Silence. Stillness. Motes of dusk float along sunbeams. My eye catches the movement of birds, flying past the high narrow window, wings black and shining in the sun. I shiver. Leaning closer to the parchment, I adjust for… Read More
The Sweetest Flower
I stand and stretch, enjoying the feel of the hot sun on my face. Brushing dirt from my knees and my hands I survey the garden patch of rich brown soil with the barest of green shoots stretching… Read More
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