Monday, October 15, 2012


I had a dream that one of my granddaughters was in distress. I awoke only to fall into another dream where the same granddaughter was in even more distress. After I got up, went to the kitchen for breakfast, my daughter called and said she thought her middle daughter had broken her foot. I asked her when it happened, she said about 30 minutes ago. That was the exact time I woke up from my dream. This isn't the first time I dreamed something that came true. The first time I remember this happening was way back in about 1988. I have learned how to understand my intuitive "knowledge" over the years. Sometimes information comes to me in a dream, other times, it just comes to me. You have to be "OPEN" not only to receive these messages but to pick up on them. Some people say: "I just had deja vue". I think this is the same thing, only they didn't GET the message the first time, they only picked up on it after the fact. That is why is seems familiar. “Intuition is the highest form of intelligence, transcending all individual abilities and skills” ― Sylvia Clare “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. We will not solve the problems of the world from the same level of thinking we were at when we created them. More than anything else, this new century demands new thinking: We must change our materially based analyses of the world around us to include broader, more multidimensional perspectives.” ― Albert Einstein

Thursday, July 12, 2012


While meditating, I always go to my grandparents garden. I hover there in the cool night air, surrounded in a soft bubble, gently bobbing up & down. I hover in the protective bubble so I won’t be bothered by mosquitoes or spiders BUT I can still hear the crickets & whippoorwills. I hover there looking up at the stars and watching the flicker of the lightening bugs. Their house is in the woods out in the country. The garden is directly behind the house so, I feel their protection. It has been 20 years since those times when I could actually be in that garden but I always want to bring that memory back. Even though I have my own garden now, I still go there to visit, for comfort to begin my meditation. Then once my mind is set in that “zone”, I can travel to other places, even into outer space if I choose. Looking back at the earth gives me such a peaceful feeling to know we actually have such a beautiful place to call home. But, mostly, I never have to travel far, for most of my pleasure comes from being at home with my husband and children around me. I can always watch them in my bubble where I am at the controls. I can turn the volume off or filter out what I don’t want. It’s my own private world, there in my bubble.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


My garden is up and running and has been producing for several weeks. This past weekend, I picked my first green beans. They had a fine fuzzy texture on the outside and remained after cooking. I find that a little strange so next year I will choose a differnt variety. Don't get me wrong...we ate the tar out of them and still have left-overs. I just prefer my beans to have a smoother texture on the outside. They look great, are growing fast and have hardly any bugs on them. My meditative process for this will be to tell myself the fuzz is what keeps the bugs away and therefore the reason why I have so many to pick. I am blessed to have food straight from the garden to the table. It has been hard work but very fullfilling.