Category: Childhood

Get Ready for Spring by Healing This: Pisces

[2.28.23] The sun sparkled on my face through an east-facing window while I stretched. Annie Lennox sang A Whiter Shade of Pale in the background and I wept for my inner child, whose innocent expectation was again dashed by an old challenge. I knew this wound. Okay, I’d let the emotion surface. A little wouldn’t hurt. But like…
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Affirm Our Foundation & Pivot to Grow: Summer Solstice

June 21 marks the beginning of summer in the N Hemisphere. A time of intensive growth and eventual harvest. What do you want to integrate from the last six months and accomplish in the next six? Oh summer, how I love thee? The days without puffy coats, heavy boots, and nose-needling air. Light fills the…
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Play, Create, Shine: Leo

“What are you going to do with it?” My colleague asked when I told her I bought a tambourine for my birthday. It startled my enthusiasm. “Play it?” I quipped, “make noise?” Did I miss something? “That’s a great idea for a Christmas present for my nephew,” She said. I felt childish mentioning the tambourine.…
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Relooking the Golden Rule

We know the Gold Rule: “Treat others as one would like to be treated.” Assuming you are not a selfish, egocentric person, how about “Treat yourself as you would treat others?” Perhaps the energy of healing, compassion, boundary-blending, and cluelessness (Pisces/Neptune) is in the air. I find myself exhausted from giving away amble amount nurturing and…
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Good Enough: Don’t Ignore the Flags

  “Oh you need to take my new class. You are ready.” The guru looks at me with disapproval since I confess I hadn’t done her meditation program yet. This and the promise that what she teaches is newer (better) than the ancient art of Reiki hooked me. Hay House promotes the guru’s 12 week video program for…
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To France in Film: Pigeons and Love

It’s a delightful film that ‘appeared’ to me on three separate days when I surfed the cable guide. That’s a sign. First time I watched My Afternoons with Margueritte I was amused. The French. Vivid characters. The docile-looking son contrasted with his mad old mother, and she contrasted with a serene, well-read elderly woman. The second…
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