Practical Magic for Soul Liberation

I have a lot to say....

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Sometimes it's serious, sometimes it's silly, but it's always the truth.

Mostly, I share my stories and the wisdom gained from my own journey, in hopes that it helps you on yours.

Sorry Seekers, There’s No Magic Bullet
(Practicing What I Preach)

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When I first started down this road of self awareness, spiritual awakening, personal growth, healing, living more authentically, seeking truth and meaning… whatever you choose to call it (I mostly call it soul liberation), I thought that all the people who I was learning from, all the so-called gurus, totally had their shit together. 

I thought they had it all figured out.  I thought that they’d discovered a magic bullet, hidden secret, or attained some exclusive knowledge about the mystery of life.  I thought that’s how they had acquired the right and expertise to counsel others, write books, give advice, teach classes, run retreats, do speaking engagements, etc. 

I thought these folks were authorities because they had discovered the answers and were now living totally blissful, spiritually enlightened lives filled with continuous inner peace, rainbows and unicorns.

Reflecting on 2016 & Some Practical Magic

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A few years back, our little family started a tradition of having a night where we hang together, discuss the preceding year and ask for some guidance in the form of what some might consider the witchy woo practice of drawing oracle cards. 

Do we necessarily believe in magic/magick?  Well, to varying degrees among the four of us, yes.  But maybe not in the way you’re picturing.  I’ve come to consider my perhaps less than orthodox practices, rituals and beliefs as forms of ‘practical magic’. 

It’s o.k., you don’t have to get it.  But, maybe you're someone who feels a resonance with these kinds of things too.  If you do, you're not alone. 

Lately, I've been having so many flashbacks to my childhood and realize that my relationship to all things mystical, has always existed.  In fact, although it's never openly talked about, belief and experience with the witchy woo, runs in the family. 

What I've come to know, is that using these kinds of ‘magical tools’ is really more a way of listening to your intuition/soul/divine guidance (or whatever you choose to call the greater wisdom that we all know or have experienced on some level… even if we dismiss it or call it coincidence).

What I (Mostly) Love About Aging

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Today, I turn 48.

I know!!  Don’t ask me how the hell that happened, but it did.  I’ve officially reached my late 40s.  The big 5-0 is on the horizon.  And you know what?  Mostly, I freaking love this whole ‘maturing’ thing! No, that is not sarcasm.  I’m being totally honest.  Because at 48, I don’t have time or patience for anything but the truth.

Aging, to a lot of people, is viewed as negative.  Something to be regarded with dread, fear, contempt, pity, even defeat.

Just so we’re clear, I am NOT one of those people.  In fact, those people kinda make me twitch.  If you happen to be one of them… The ones who turn 35 and think that they’ve reached their peak.  The ones who on their 40th birthday, start talking about being over the hill and doomed to deteriorate.  The ones who go around referring to themselves as old-timers, geezers, grannies, past their prime. The ones who start every second sentence with, "At my" or worse, "At our age" (to which my response is always, "Speak for yourself.")  If you’re one of those folks, then not only does your attitude towards aging make me slightly twitchy, I also feel sad that you see it that way. 

If you ARE one of those people, maybe keep reading, o.k.?  I won’t promise, because it kind of depends on your willingness to shift your perspective, but maybe I can give you even one small reason to embrace getting older.

When What You Think Is Distraction, Is Actually

Your Truth Calling

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I recently read a Facebook post by Danielle LaPorte titled, 'The royal practice of overcoming distraction.'  It really hit home for me.  What she says so often does, but this particular message resonated big time.  It was exactly what I needed to hear at the right time.  As I’ve come to know, that’s the way things work when we’re paying attention.

I’d just been talking (well maybe more like venting) to my husband about how frustrated I’m feeling with being pulled in every damn direction this year.  Despite my honed ability to say no, there still never seems to be enough hours in a day to do all the things that need and want doing.

The past several months, I feel like there are just too few of me.  I swear if I could, I’d clone myself like Michael Keaton did in that old movie, Multiplicity.  But as I recall, that didn't turn out so well. So, on second thought, maybe not the best solution.

Holy Eclipse Batman!

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Holy freaking moly!!  Can you feel it?  Do you sense the energy shifting?  Can you feel change coming on? The intensity of the upcoming eclipse is mounting.  I literally feel like I'm vibrating over here folks!  No guff! 

I’ve had many conversations and interactions with clients and friends who are feeling this intensity too.  Even if they don't equate it with the eclipse, they know something's up.  The tides are changing, shit's going down, and the collective energy is experiencing a major reboot. 

I tried to make a video for you about this today, but things like; a thunder storm in February, a sick kid needing to be picked up from school, dogs howling down the street, and my phone battery dying, eventually made me come to terms with the fact that the whole video thing wasn’t meant to be today.  But, I still wanted to talk to you about this, so I switched gears and here I am.  Ironically, that's part of what this eclipse is about - if it's not working, quit trying to force it, stop clinging to it and move on!

To The Woman In Line At Starbucks

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You’re a few spots ahead of us in line. My son points you out.  Thankfully he’s past that age where he just blurts out whatever’s in his head, in public at least.  Instead, he tugs on my arm so I’ll lean down and he whispers in my ear, “Mom, I get the feeling that lady doesn’t like herself very much.” 

I squeeze his shoulder and silently agree.

See, I'd already noticed you, but I kept my thoughts to myself. The very exact thoughts he's having.  I would never say what I was thinking to him, or anyone else out loud.  But he brought it up and it’s clear, we're seeing and intuiting the same thing.

How To Not Lose Your Sanity AND Still Give A Crap About What's Happening In The World

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Let me cut right to the chase.  Unless you’ve been holed up in a cave somewhere, you KNOW what’s going on out there.  You don’t need me to tell you that it’s INTENSE. 

If you’re someone who feels all the feels, or even some of the feels, there have undoubtedly been moments or maybe days, when you just wanted to hide in bed with the covers over your head and forget about all the turmoil that is currently unfolding.  You think, “Maybe I’ll just stay here for awhile and when I emerge, the nightmare will be over.” It’s just too painful, too confusing, too overwhelming, too scary to deal with.

I don’t blame you.  I’ve had several of those moments too.  Giving a crap is downright exhausting, soul bruising, spirit wrenching, body aching, mind racing, emotion writhing work.  But for me, and maybe for you too, NOT giving a crap is just not an option.  This is for so many reasons but mostly, it’s because I’m just not built that way.

Feeling All The Feelings - The Day After The U.S. Election

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Today, like many of you, I’m feeling all the feelings.  Usually, words come easy to me, at least the ones I write down, but today the feelings are coming fast and furious and leaving little room for the words.  Today, the day after the U.S. election, the day after the majority (well, not REALLY the majority) of our closest neighbours chose to elect Donald Trump to lead their country, I can’t stop feeling all the feelings.  I know eventually, this too shall pass because it always does, and so today, all I can do, is feel all the feelings.

Sometimes I’m Tired of Butterfly Soup

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You know how when caterpillars turn into butterflies they go through a kind of mind blowing, perplexing process of transformation called metamorphosis?  Yeah.

And you know how somewhere in the middle of that process, the caterpillar is no longer a caterpillar, nor is she yet an actual butterfly?  Yeah. 

And you know how when the neither-caterpillar-nor-butterfly is inside her cocoon she is just a big goopy, jumbled mess of Butterfly Soup that’s waiting to become a fully formed butterfly?  Yeah. 

Well, sometimes I get tired of Butterfly Soup. 

Lately, I’ve been feeling like if I have to choke back one more morsel of it, I’m gonna hurl. But despite the nausea, I keep going back for more.

I know! It’s messed up.

How To Cope With, Or Stave Off, A Panic Attack

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This morning sucked.  Well actually, it started last night and continued this morning.  I’ll spare you the details but suffice it to say that ‘shit’ occurred.  Shit that I clearly saw coming but that I’ve learned from experience, could not be stopped no matter how much I didn’t want it to happen.

Anyhow, point is, I slept like crap because even though I’m approaching ninja level boundary setting capability these days, the aforementioned shit really, really got to me.  It got to me bad.

See, boundary setting doesn’t mean you’re a selfish, cold, compassionless human.  In fact, it usually means that you care and feel everything so damn much, that you’ve learned if you don’t set boundaries, you will be sucked into a vortex of pain and turmoil so powerful, that it will render you completely non-functioning, incapable of rational thought or action, and basically of zero use to anyone. 

Learning to set boundaries was born out of pure self preservation for me, and for many other people who would rather be alive, mostly sane and productive than, well, the opposite of that.

So, despite the boundary setting, the shit got to me so much this morning that I started to feel the symptoms of a panic attack coming on.