Willa White's Blog

Yesterday, I had my six month visit to the dentist for my dental checkup.  It seems that most places I go people wish to share their spirit experiences with me and the dentist's office was no exception. While she was cleaning my teeth, the dental hygienist told me about her recent experience of spirit contact with her grandmother.  The hygienist was in the hospital recovering from surgery and her roommate was a consummate complainer. One day while the roommate was complaining, the hygienist felt her grandparents in spirit around her.  Before passing, her grandmother had spent some time in the hospital recovering from a surgery herself.  By all accounts, she was in a great deal of pain, but she was a trooper who had a good sense of humor. "I didn't complain THAT much did I?" her grandmother in spirit joked.  "No, grandma, you didn't," chuckled the hygienist.  It lightened her heart to feel connection with her grandparents again during a time of low

Well, perhaps I should say "Housebuilding".  My little guy likes to build little houses inside our house.  His preferred building material:  throw pillows and cushions.  Like an industrious beaver, he searches the house for pillows, carrying them back to his selected location with glee.  He usually chooses a space that is already somewhat enclosed, such as between two pieces of furniture along a wall.  Then, he uses the pillows to fill in the gaps to make a front barrier, reminiscent of a retaining wall of sandbags set vertically.  Sometimes he props the pillows up to make a roof or lays a blanket on top to create a tent effect. Creating the space and being in the space are so enjoyable to him that he can play for long periods of time.  Sometimes he is an animal in his den and he playacts various scenarios.  It is so cute to overhear his chatter and to see his imagination at work. Invariably, a pillow shifts or falls out of position.  Or the roof caves in.  He does hi

The other night I woke up in the wee small hours of the morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.  I woke up with an intense urge to take a class in a certain subject and had a series of visions regarding it.  This desire came out of blue and I couldn't figure out where the idea came from.  It was so undeniablely intense that I eventually got out of bed, booted up the computer, and researched it.  I hunted up the class info, structure, times offered, and the nearest location that offered the class.  And the whole time, I was puzzled. Why would I want to learn about this and immediately?  I felt obsessive in my need to complete this research task. Satisfied that I had hunted up all the pertinent info regarding a class, I left the info up on the computer screen and returned to bed, tired and very confused. As I crawled back into bed, my husband stirred and I could tell he was half-awake.  Because I was stumped about why I would wake up with this interest and I couldn't