Willa White's Blog

I am chuckling because I just got done untying a knot in a blanket.  While tidying up the living room, I discovered a tangled mess that is supposed to be a large rectangle suitable for covering the top of a bed.  My older son enjoys making his blanket into a superhero cape.  He ties a good knot, so even with the thickness of the blanket material I have trouble tugging the ends apart.  As I pull and wheedle the blanket free, I envision my wonderful boy dressed for the part: my Superhero Son.  He jumps from his bed with purpose.  He enters the room with confidence.  He delights in his role. Sometimes he uses a camouflage blanket for added stealth.  He cloaks himself for full body invisibility by tucking the 'cape' and becoming a lump on the floor or couch.  Other times, he goes about his normal business of playing and he is his normal Clark Kent-self. And as I manage to return the blanket to the bed in its' normal flattened shape, I recognize something in m

Last summer, I served on the Lily Dale summer Season platform with my father William White at the Afternoon Auditorium Service.    We are often paired together and we both enjoy this.  He was the Featured Speaker and I was the Featured Medium.   My father spoke about the importance of the development of the Soul.  Those who only view life from the Five Senses are missing important experiences and understandings.  Materialists live from this standpoint and ignore the Web of Existence.  Living from the standpoint of the Soul helps us to exhibit altruism, to experience the beauty of the 'unseen', and to be open to Infinite Intelligence and more.   Dad also mentioned something about me.  *smile*  When I was five years old, as he was tucking me in bed for night, I asked "can we talk about life, Daddy?"  From a young age, I was interested in understanding my Soul and Life.    I find this to be true of my older son. In fact, he asks spiritual questions and partic

I am fortunate enough to be a Mother.  Every day, many times a day I am reminded of this blessed fact.  And in this rare moment when I can write a blogpost (currently during a naptime), I find myself thinking about my children.  For you see, silence takes on a whole new dynamic when you have children.  Quiet moments are marked by naps, bedtimes, and times they are out of the house under the care of someone else. When my children were babies, I would enjoy (for many reasons) the time when they would fall asleep.  Usually, they were in my arms and they would drift off after nursing with blissful smiles on their faces.  Nestled in my arms, their eyelids would flutter closed, breathing slowed, and time stood still as I watched all their muscles relax into trustful slumber. On days when I had pressing obligations and responsibilities to attend to during their sleeptime, I felt this tug to stay in this precious moment with my sleeping baby, wrapped up in love.  Often with some me