Do you go down the rabbit hole?
Do you go down the rabbit hole?
Tune in to the great debate. You don’t want to miss it.
The importance of listening.
Will my answer be YES or NO? Nature steps in to guide me.
Every Choice or Decision is an Energetic Exchange
A special kind of message.
Geez, that’s a lot of cheese!
Dun-dun-dun! It’s back!
The word is your oyster, and so is the world, when you use your words.
You’ll never believe what happened to me at a big-box name brand store.
In the long run, it’s good to know which shoe fits.
Living the dream within fifteen minutes or less.
Need I say more?
You too can dwell in the consciousness of “ALL IS WELL.”
For every drain, there must be a gain.
It’s all about inspiration and a little bit of levity.
What to say to an ego that won’t let go.
Tall, dark, and furry.
Wise words from an 89-year-old hot shot to a newlywed husband.
It’s all about timing. Wait. Wait. Timing is everything in life.
One moment at a time.
From subtle to sublime, it’s your choice every time.
It takes more than a dream.
I can do this. I can do this! Well, maybe not today.
When to share, and when to reel it in.
My annual OB-GYN visit.
This town ain’t big enough for your artificial ingredients.
Our bodies speak to us.
How to take that first dive into the world of possibilities.
Forgiveness: Now that’s a hard pill to swallow.
A classic case of Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Light bulb moment.
From follies to facts, and why we need to pay attention.
Quieting the mind with some good old common sense.
It was time to graduate from Frugal High.
Calling upon the masculine or feminine energy.
It’s a must-read!
Honestly, I couldn’t help myself.
How not to freak out when company visits. But don’t listen to me. I freak out.
It’s all about the next step.
My face takes on the appearance of a mood ring.
Who does that?
And right before my eyes . . .
You’ll thank me.
It’s all a matter of how you show up.
From shields up to creative Goddess.
Don’t forget to pack your sense of boundaries.
Unexpected advice from a spiritual counselor.
WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH
This is where my petticoat and I brave it alone.
Shedding light on unconscious cruelty.
The word is out—party!
They say, “Hop.” I say, “How high?”
Be creative, make mistakes, and if necessary, start over.
Ew!
The “tsunami” hit around 3 p.m.
But don’t forget to have fun.
Memories of a Forgotten Lifetime
The fireworks began a little earlier than planned.
My big reveal.
This all took place within a nanosecond.
A unique path toward fulfillment and happiness.
My mother was the cement in my high heels.
I needed to get my good mood groove back.
My Higher Self decided it was time to step in on my behalf.
Loving it is reason enough.
I tried to hide my behavior at every opportunity.
There is a good reason why.
From homemade to home run.
Plain and simple.
Moving on to the next level.
Is it time to face your fears?
His calm energy fortified my mind.
Trust me . . . there’s a story here.
Can-do attitude.
Positive transformational Qi.
Am I Right?
Knowing that you are the right person for the job.
Should some things remain a mystery?
Much preferred.
The power of affirmations and what we choose to place in our energy field.
Memories of a Forgotten Lifetime
My husband loves to eat sourdough bread; however, it comes with a catch. Our local grocer sells it unsliced. So on those days when my husband prepares a turkey sandwich, I will inevitably find the carving knife in the kitchen sink. Why he doesn’t use his gas-powered chainsaw to slice the bread is beyond me. Each implement is roughly the same length in size.
We’ve had numerous conversations where I have specifically pointed out the location of the bread knife. Bread knife, meet bread, meet my husband.
I suppose when you live with someone day in and day out, things are bound to go in one ear and out the other. It’s only human nature. And that’s why it is important to know when to brush things off and when to not give a darn.
Marriage and its daily interactions require a healthy dose of realism over idealism. Do I really care that my husband uses a carving knife? No. I actually find it quite humorous and endearing. I just hope when he opens his next bottle of soda pop that he won’t resort to using his tractor forks.