I wrote that The next psychic fair will be Sunday January 18, 2015, at Book And Bead Outlet Merritt Island. A friend commented, “I enjoyed the readings but some visitors need to settle down and go with the flow. There was some strangely impatient people. I didn’t get it. If they can’t chill at the Psychic Fair how frantic are they acting at their hair appointments and whatnot?” Good question.  Out of control emotions are the psychic reader’s nightmare since it’s in this state of mind they bring the energy to the table for a quickie 10 minute reading. We have 10 minutes to wade through the tangle of astral smoke and mirrors and glom on to something real in their energy field. And of course we can only glean that info that resonates where we ourselves are energetically and karmically. The clearer we are, the quicker we see through the astral fog. To the extent we see thru the fog, to that extent do we accurately predict their future. By our fruits shall you know us.  Bottom line; If you need serious answers to deep, complex questions, a mini reading at a psychic fair won’t do you justice. Schedule at least 30 minutes when you have quiet time. Mini readings are perfect for a broad overview, for quick confirmations and validations. But if your life is such that you’re emotionally all over the place, do yourself a favor and schedule 30 minutes with a trusted reader.

I bought myself a few big gifts in 2014: a new steam mop, new stove, new dishwasher. I’m not a big spender. I buy what I need when I need it but my timing could be better. I was down to one burner and no oven before I thought I needed another stove. Only the last few years have I cooked enough to justify having a dishwasher again. I gave mine away 20 years ago. Now I look forward to more convenience, and more counter space. The older I get, the less clutter I want around me. I like to see into all the corners and edges where the floor meets the wall in each room. It gives me a sense of spaciousness, whereas when I look at clutter, I feel a little contracted and confined. I like having space between my molecules. I don’t like to feel bound or tethered. Even in my stocked storage shed, I can see behind the stacked furniture and walk between the boxes. I like knowing what I have. That lets me know when it’s time to get rid of something. I don’t like to keep things around unless there’s a reason and they serve a purpose. Either they are in use, or I have a vision for their future use, or they’re given away. Keeping my “stuff” manageable helps keep my life manageable.

I got to sit with a sick animal yesterday and it was an emotional experience.  Friday driving home we saw a raccoon at the side of the road and he was very slow moving and we thought he might have a broken leg.  We stopped the car, then watched him walk across the road into the woods.  His body looked fine but he appeared drunk and I knew he was sick.  I wanted to stay with him so Animal Services could locate him, and to offer him a little comfort from a distance if I could.  I called the City of Palm Bay, whose offices were closed for the New Year holiday.  My partner walked around the corner to my house, got on the computer and texted me the numbers for Brevard County Animal Services.  There was no answer at any of them.  Interesting that if it was a person, I’d simply have dialed 911 but was stumped who to call about an animal.  I posted on Faceboook:  “There is a sick raccoon in the woods in front of (address) in Palm Bay and I cannot get animal control on the phone.  If you can help, please do.”  It takes a village — I got an immediate answer.  A friend who works in law enforcement suggested I call the Brevard County Sheriff Office Non-Emergency number 321-952-6371, extension 7 for Animal Services.  They notified dispatch and I knew it might be hours until they arrived. A asked on Facebook to send Reiki and prayers please.   Continue reading →

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.  And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.   Continue reading →

January 2015 magazine

Hello and welcome to the January 2015 edition of Horizons Magazine.  We’re loving the cooler weather in Florida! 50 degree nights are perfect for sitting out at the firepit. I love having woods on three sides of me. I can feel completely isolated away from civilization yet the neighborhood is right on the other side of a few lots of oaks and pines. It becomes enchanted here at nightfall, so I enjoy the outdoors when the air turns cool. I began cutting the trails through the woods last month and spent time watching the woodland creatures that I share the property with. Their nightly parade up and down the trails is a never ending source of entertainment and contemplation.   Being such a workaholic, it’s crucial that I have the wooded compound here to reboot myself in. All I have to do after a long day is take a walk around the property, check out the new growth on all the plants, maybe pick up tree branch deadfall as kindling for the nightly fire, see what creatures have been walking the trails. I live in a magical, enchanted wonderland for sure, and I love that I know it. Too often, as William Blake said, “Paradise does not make itself known to us until we’ve been kicked out of it.” Thank you, Universe, for the eyes to see what I have right in front of me while I have it.   Continue reading →

Last night I spoke with a friend who’d just split from their partner, whom they’d caught lying — again.  You know, every relationship could end in a friendly, karma-free way if only each partner would be honest when their feelings and intentions change. The ones who can’t be honest usually have a hidden agenda, even if it’s just to not rock the boat while planning their next move.  Often they no longer see the other as their forever-mate, but they aren’t ready for anything to change.  They get their meals cooked, their laundry gets done and it’s free sex, or free rent.  That’s no way to live, and no way to treat someone you once held in high regard.  Let your partner know your feelings are changing even if it breaks their heart. Don’t keep mute. Transition honestly from one stage of life with them to another stage. Just because it’s a romantic end doesn’t mean it can’t be a deep friendship for life.  A big problem is too often couples are so eager to “commit” before taking time to know who their partner is. They say words they mean in the moment and plaster it all over Facebook to prove to their ex that they’ve moved on. Three months down the road their feelings may change.  That means a lot of backtracking if they’ve made promises about love and family and forever.  What they thought was their destination, no longer is. They don’t mean for feelings to change, but when it goes, it goes. Yet they can’t be honest and say that, because they know they did not know their partner well enough before declaring undying love.  When your intention begins to be showing up as honesty and love in every moment, regardless of what anyone else thinks, that’s when lifelong friendships are born and no bridges burned in the process.

If you found out during 2014 that someone was not who they portrayed themselves to be, rather than judge or shame them for it, ask what it was in you that attracted that out of them. Bless them for having shown you the truth before they wasted too much of your life. Be thankful you are out of that vibe now and all the wiser for it.

As for me for 2014: Thank you, no matter how you showed up in my life. Whether you pushed me or pulled me, drained me or fueled me, loved me or left me, hurt me or helped me, you are part of my growth and no kidding, I thank you.

I was driving and had the fleeting thought I’d like to go to breakfast. Then I remember I don’t really eat typical breakfast food and I don’t just go into a restaurant and order anything without knowing how much fat they have added to it. I guess I like the idea of going to breakfast.

Watching Real World Skeletons, MTV’s reality show where they’ll bring castmembers’ exes into a house of randy rowdies who’ve just met and begun hooking up. Attention Everyone over age 14: all the guys you know are likely secretly hooking up with all the chicks you know and you’ll find it out 5-10-20 years down the road. Have a sense of humor about it, don’t take it personally, just govern yourself according. Like use protection and don’t expect people to mean what they say in fleeting intimate moments.