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I just found out that New Year's Eve is on a "Blue Moon"! A blue moon is the second full moon in any month. According to a friend, it doesn't happen too often. And the second full moon in December is the 31st! Not only that, but it is a lunar eclipse day too. AND it is the beginning of a new decade. I'm not sure how often a blue moon with an eclipse would occur on New Year's eve, but I'm sure it most likely won't happen again in our lifetime. Seems very, very special to me. So I was thinking... let's embrace the 'once in a blue moon' opportunity, using Spiritual Natural Law and positive affirmations! For many people, the beginning of a new year is traditionally a time of taking stock of life and committing to a lifestyle change in the form of a New Year's resolution. These resolutions usually are a topic of great interest and declaration on New Year's Eve and normally go into effect on New Year's Day. A resolution is basically a

Just a quick blog to wish you all a wonderful holiday season! This is a busy time of year for most people. And like many other bloggers, I won't be blogging for a week or so. I hope that you are: sharing moments of glee with your nearest and dearest feeling your loved ones in Spirit around you giving thanks for the lessons and the love and experiencing peace that passes understanding Enjoy the spirit of the season!

Laughter in large quantities is good for you. Everyone knows this. But children seem to know it best. As my son explores the world , he is discovering joy in all the pockets, folds, and ripples of life. Each new object and place is fascinating. When he is especially delighted, he gets this extra special tone in his laugh that I love hearing. I call it GLEE. The glee burbles up from inside of his soul and spills like sunshine into the room. I can't help smiling when I hear it and laughing with glee myself. His eyes meet mine and we feel the connection. We witness each other's joy and our joy doubles exponentially. He is beyond excited to be in this moment with me. And I with him. I feel so very blessed to have this experience with my son. And I am fortunate to have felt this kind of shared glee with many others. It's wonderful and special and a flash of beauty in the day. I believe that when we recognize shared glee moments with others we are expressing Divine consciousness.

My little boy is going through the CLIMBING phase. Many of you may know what this means, but let me tell you what it means to me --- constant fear for his life and limbs . We've done our best to babyproof the house, but he still manages to find ways to put himself into peril. He is climbing onto chairs and standing precariously on their edge to reach for tabletop contents, light switches, and the computer. Like a curious monkey, he wants food, salt shakers, napkins, pencils, envelopes, the computer mouse, the candle, and my water glass. And he will reach for them with no thought to physics, gravity, or support. He is climbling on bookshelves. [Mostly his favorite bookshelf that has (thankfully) only two shelves, three if you count the very top.] As he scales the shelves, he clears away any books or toys in his path with quick pushes of his feet and hands. He wants to reach the top of his Everest and survey the landscape below and NOTHING and NO ONE will stop him. Obviously, he does

At this time of year, weather is the hot topic (um, COLD topic). We're talking snow, sleet, rain, and the many other weather conditions that Old Man Winter can pile upon us poor souls in western New York State. Throw extremely high winds into the mix and you've got yourself one heck of a storm. And now, a 'Big Storm' has been making it way across the country, hitting people from Arizona, the Mid-West and others, and heading to my place in the world. Friends and family kept calling and giving weather updates. "Over two feet of snow coming our way starting Wednesday night into Thursday morning." [Yes, I wrote two feet.] I had somewhere to go first thing yesterday morning, so I was being extra vigilant about the weather. As my husband kissed me goodbye, he cautioned me to drive carefully. As I drove, I kept thinking, "what a beautiful day!" The roads were clear and sunshine was beaming all around me. I started allowing my imagination to play and I began

In my profession, I see a lot of grieving people. Not everyone is in a state of intense grief, but many clients are dealing with the loss of a spouse, parent, child, sibling, pet, and/or friend. Mourning for loved ones is a normal process, but occasionally I meet clients that are in a state of intense prolonged grief . For instance, with one client, it had been two years since her husband died and she was barely leaving the house. She was: feeling emotionally numb feeling that life was meaningless bitter/angry over the loss experiencing difficulty moving on with life feeling that a part of her had died too She was in deep and paralyzing grief. She was severely depressed and she kept saying "I want to be with him." During our session, she was so grateful to be connecting with him. For the first time in over two years, she was hopeful and excited. Many of her questions and concerns were answered and addressed. She felt uplifted by the experience. In fact, she said that even tho

Sometimes in life I set myself a challenge for fun. Sometimes it includes the process of making food from scratch. And recently, I've been learning the art of good bread making. I LOVE BREAD! Fresh homemade bread, that is. Call me the carbohydrate queen, I don't care. The taste and smell of fresh baked bread are mouthwatering. Add some real butter and I'm in bread heaven. In my efforts to master the art of good bread making, I have experienced frustrations and joys. And along the way, I've studied the bread. It's a process of balance --- you must have just the right amount of movement, heat, and ingredients. Or else you end up with: messing up the chemistry experiment of yeast multiplication (sugar is your friend, salt kills the process) too much/too little flour overworking the bread bread not rising bread sticking to the pan Who knew there was so much that could go wrong with bread? I sure didn't. As you 've no doubt noticed from some of my other blogposts