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June has been bustin’ out all over and as the clock strikes midnight it will finally be over. I’m not complaining mind you I’m just sayin’. Many of the clients I Read for have been going through it big-time. I answer the phone and they are already in tears. (Usually the tears don’t come ’til after I tell ’em all the things they don’t want to hear.) There are months when we seem to glide through life and months where we  pray we can keep up with it all. It has been one of those months. The praying kind…not the gliding kind. Decision after decision has been made and now we pray for the best outcome. Nothing really dramatic – just change. Just life. Just it’s-about-frickin’-time you looked at this whatever, gave it a name, and stopped dancing around the issue. Big girl panties on and handle it! So, we handle it. A few days or a few weeks will go by and the seeds of our decision will bear fruit. You have to trust what you did was the right thing to do. This will happen over and over again throughout our lives. It’s a process of pain, relief from pain, then fresh new energy. The process will have us feeling better than we had been in a good while. Why were we acting as if we were having a root canal without anesthesia? Perspective is everything. Change is not easy when you aren’t certain if the exchange will be fair. Something will replace the something we know? Will it be enough? Will there be a period of emptiness? Unbearable emptiness. Oh, no! Not emptiness.

We need to learn to experience emptiness and enjoy the lightness of being it has to offer. Remain faithful knowing full well emptiness never lasts for long. I mean look at that hall closet you just cleared out in December, right? How about the trunk of your car? Empty just isn’t a forever kind of thing. We humans need to fill up the spaces and we do. It would behoove us to become less accepting of filling them up with junk in the first place. It doesn’t matter if it is our closets, or our stomachs, or our hearts. Our high-tolerance for riff-raff will get into trouble every time. How do you know you are making the correct decisions for your life? You don’t know! But here is how we may know a little better. Pay attention to how you feel after you make a decision. Do you feel relieved? Honor the outcome of the decision. Get in the habit of putting your feelings of relief and a positive outcome together. Ask for signs along the way.

Yesterday, I was at the beach. Children were everywhere, laughing, and flying salt-water taffy colored kites. The restless ocean was a deep lavender-blue. I had never seen the ocean this color before. It was remarkable. I closed my eyes and said the prayer I had come to the ocean to pray. When I finished my prayer I opened my eyes only to notice a tiny butterfly the same color of the ocean lighting on a flower. The flower was the exact same color as butterfly… lavender-blue. It may not seem like much but I took it as a sign. A sign I had come to a correct decision and my prayer would be answered. I left the seaside feeling satisfied. Today, I went to the paint store to pick up color chips. I’m leaning towards the blues and feeling sunny yellow. Have a sweet one!

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Jumped in my trusty Honda and drove out Hwy 12. Life affirming sunny-yellow Acacia trees waving to and fro in the chilling breeze. Our state flower (California Poppy) just beginning to pop out their happy orange faces here and there along the way. It was a rather nippy day but with Andrea Bocelli’s ever-embracing tenor to keep me warm I was feelin’ no pain. Bliss quotient? Off the charts. I’ve been living in Sonoma for four and a half years now. I surely love these weekly jaunts I indulge in. It’s all about the magic in the wine and music, eh? I’m not sure how much longer I will be staying in NoCali. My intention is to be thankful for every moment I am blessed enough to call it home. Even a Psychic cannot know where life will lead her all the time. I actually enjoy the mystery therefore I’m not asking any questions. My nature doesn’t allow me to become attached and I have become adept at surrendering to what is. When and if it is ever time for me to go I’ll know. I have spent many hours this last week looking into what it would take to start a non-profit organization or L3C for an idea I’ve been toying with. In between this current passion I tended to my usual passions. Read for a couple of new clients and a few old ones I hadn’t spoken with in a while. As long as I’ve been doing this work it still rocks my world. I love that moment when the fog lifts and the person I am Reading for is finally poised for positive action. I studied Italian. Did a bit of writing. Made pasta sauce on Sunday with Opera playing in the background. This culinary ritual is as close to going to church as there will ever be for me. I did my volunteer stint at the pet shelter. Made a couple of new canine buddies. I’ve been thinking a lot about passion lately. What it means to have it. The debilitating effects of living without it. Here’s what I know I  know more clearly than I have ever known it before. Not surprising as it is the day after The Oscars. Look… some folks win shiny gold statues and some folks don’t. The people going home without the statue are still winners. Living a life on purpose is the win! Doing what you love is a win! Waking up everyday is a win! Being rewarded with “the gold” is a karmic toss of a coin. Life is not about receiving statues of recognition. We need to focus on our bliss and honor our passions with passion. Allow ourselves to follow the sweet scent of love in all its many disguises and drink it in. Know how to recognize joy when we are feeling it and expand on it. Stir the sauce and lick the tasting spoon with relish. Turn up the volume when we hear the music to our favorite songs. And the Oscar goes to…

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I write a weekly inspirational letter called Friday’s Child. The letter has a standard form. It starts off with a quote to compliment the content. I am forever looking for just the right words. The subject of  judgment and “the now” came to mind. I wanted to write about it. The following story expresses this theme well. A Japanese Zen Master, Nan-in, poured tea for a visiting novice. Once he filled the cup to the brim,thejudgement he continued to pour the hot liquid until it spilled all over. The visitor held his tongue until he could not contain himself further. “Master the cup is overfull! Nothing more can go into it!” Nan-in replied; “Yes, and like this cup you too are full of your own speculations. How am I to show you Zen if you do not first empty your cup?” Our pretty little heads are so full of what we think we know, aren’t they? How this or that should or shouldn’t be? How much is too much? She’s so smart. He’s so flaky. I would never.

How are we ever to take in a real moment when so many other moments come immediately to mind to define it? We finally land the job we have always wanted. The relationship we dreamed of. Will we frame it with the ghosts of all other gigs and ex’s in the picture? Or will we be able to let go of what is now the past? See clearly only what is before us. Crop out everything but what is and where we plan to go from there. It won’t be easy if you aren’t used to living your life without a lot of  “help” from your past. At first it will feel as though you have lost your mind altogether. You may be a little off your game for a minute but it is the better game to play. I volunteer on Sunday’s at the local SPCA and I always bring a book with me jic. This week I brought a book of quotes along. I found this great quote on just this very matter. I must say I had to empty my head a little when I saw who was responsible for the quote. But Zen Masters are everywhere. Here is the quote. “I skate to where the puck is going to be, not to where it has been.”  Wayne Gretzky said that. Who wudda ever thunk it? Out of the mouths of hockey players…

Have a sweet one!

 

 

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I want to share this Zen chant with you. “Life is fleeting gone, gone – Awake. Awake each one! Don’t waste this life!” What would it take for you to really wake up? Not just to the present but to the eternal Now? Divorce? Marriage? The funeral of a loved one? Losing your job? Losing your health? The birth of your first grandchild? Realizing a dream you have worked toward for years? What would it take for you to awaken completely? As you may know I am a Psychic by profession. I make a living talking with people. I love it and they pay me! People ask me questions, and I give them answers from a storyboard of often overwhelming information. Do they heed my advise? Not always. When I told the people calling in for Readings a few years ago to stop buying real estate. Be attentive as to what to do with their current holdings. Use their deepest intuition concerning these matters. Did they hear me? When I advised my clients to call their investors. Ask about their investments. Consider moving things around. Did they make the call? Oh, and relationship advise? Let’s not go there. I have devoted the last many chapters of my life to helping people get out-of-the-way of their dreams. At the end of the day it is not my business what my clients choose to do with their Readings. I just feel bad when “my people” are in pain. Especially pain that could have been avoided. What I have had to come to accept is this. Every person has their own particular point of awakening. We all sign-on for a very personal state of reckoning. For some of us only the bumpiest terrain will do. My prayer is for all of us to Awaken to the truth within us asap. Life is too long to be foolish. Our dreams yearn to be birthed. Our hearts desire requires cherishment. We need to ask more questions. When we hear the answers to those questions? Do not waste another minute of our precious time dancing with Illusion. “Awake each one! Don’t waste this life!”

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Patience. What a great gift. Do you think Santa might place some under my tree this year? I’ve been really good. All but for that patience thing I’ve been an angel. Really, a perfect angel. It’s a shame about patience. Just when I think I finally have her nailed in theory. I’m blindsided by my lack of it in realtime. Patience is a trust issue. We can’t be cool and collected if we don’t trust our ability to deal with a little mystery. Peace of mind, graciousness, stability, and self-containment are required in the land of the patient. Do I own these attributes? Maybe? But I certainly do not have them in overstock. What I try to keep in mind is this. Patience offers many gifts. When I am accepting, kind, loving, I’m showing signs of patience. When I am restless, critical, and unforgiving, all bets are off. Life has a life of its own. A life we must gather compassion for. A life we need to be in sync with or spend it fussing and joyless. If we can show patience when all is not well we put ourselves in the driver’s seat. Turn on the patience turn on the power. Allow impatience to get the best of you? Power off. I suppose patience is a habit. A habit just as any other. I have no trouble at all creating poor habits. With some patience I just may able to work up a few good ones. I’ll leave you with this old Dutch proverb. “A hand full of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.”

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There are so many virtues to which we aspire. Courage, kindness, generosity – so many virtues so little time. For the most part, I don’t really trouble myself trying to master the language of saints. I start each day with an attitude of gratitude and pray for the best outcome. I figure it’s enough to grapple with this stuff on a need-to-know basis. I’m easily overwhelmed and not inclined to bite off more than I can chew. (Unless it’s dipped in dark chocolate.) Gratitude is the grande overture, a perfect prelude to all the goodness life has to offer. If we begin with thanks, things are looking up from the git. Tomorrow is our country’s national day of thanks. The ritual of Thanksgiving Day began in 1621 when a group of pilgrims served a fancy feast to the Wampanog Native American Tribe. It was the least these white-folks could do for the New World angels who had graciously taught them the mad skills they would need to survive here. To this day the fruit of that first grateful exchange are alive and well. Gratitude never dies. A little thank-you goes a long way. It lives on in the heart of every virtue we hold dear. Thanks and gratitude. Auspicious beginnings for a Higher Good. Happy Thanksgiving my darlings. Have a sweet one!

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