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It’s OK, It’s Not Contageous “My ego is in service to my soul,” is one of many mantra’s I have and use on a regular basis. An article in Wikipaedia explains it much better than I can. That article suggests mantra’s have magic power. For me it is not magic so much as mind work. It is a phrase which, when I repeat it often becomes a part of my being and takes root in my soul, making me a little…

Late is Best When Friendship is the Reason The day ran from one distraction to another and included lots of good articles and videos to watch. Even a little bit of reading made it in but when a friend came for a visit all the tasks, even the blog, were pushed aside. Now at almost midnight I have a bit of a second wind and so take a moment to reflect on the day but most importantly the wonder of…

Next Group to Begin in August A “Spiritual Walk” isn’t just a stroll to a Christian Church on Sunday morning or a mosque on Friday. It is a journey of the soul through life. It is not just prayers and singing. There is so much more. So very much more. I’ve been on a spiritual journey for as long as I can remember. It began when I was a child with an “angel” in my closet and has gone through…

The Disappearing Days with Vertigo Yesterday in my newsletter I wrote, “Today it is hard to be, ” and went to explain about the difficulty I was having with vertigo this week. Besides being too dizzy to walk across the room without my cane and the help of the wall on Wednesday I was nauseous and had to spend the day in bed. Yesterday seemed to be a flood of tears, mostly for all the things I was…

Writing That Is It must be a slow news day because the local radio station (which I pay attention to on Facebook rather than listen to) is staging a debate about cursive writing and whether or not it should be taught in school. There are lots of articles about it on the internet if you go hunting. One I found from the AOP, a Christian Homeschooling publishing company offered this short list of…

The Best of Times in My Home Town If you grew up in Port Dover Ontario, Canada Day (July 1) is probably more important than Christmas. It is THE celebration of the year and thousands of visitors come from far and wide to take part. For me it is a very emotional day. The memories of the family and friends and events that surround this day bring tears to my eyes and then the bagpipes start to…

Measuring Life by Events The bottom portion of this picture is from a website called The Owl Teacher. Please visit for more ideas. School’s Out for Summer and See You in September are ringing in my head today. I said, “Goodbye and have a good summer”, to my little charges and parked my bus in the driveway for the last time until September. Strange how life is measured by the beginnings and ends…

WTF Happened to Humanity? Enough already!. I spent most of adult years advocating for the rights of the disenfranchised and the misunderstood. Apparently I didn’t do it loudly enough or well enough. Now here it is Pride month and I have friends who can’t leave their homes because they fear what may happen. There are people who dare to call themselves Christians who are inciting hatred and lies.…

You Can Make a Difference Over the past three weeks another person and I have been supporting a mutual friend who was suicidal. It’s not an easy thing to do but it is something anyone can learn. Over three weeks a series of texts and personal contacts have kept our friend alive. She isn’t in the clear yet but she is now pushing toward some strategies and plans that will help her and us know…

The Move Away from A Day of Rest Was our Downfall I have a personal theory that when we got rid of the practice of a day of rest we began the downfall of civilization and the environment. Everyone used to take a day of rest. We gave ourselves a day of rest and we even gave the earth a day off. Most cultures and religions have some sort of celebration of a day of rest but with the advent of the…

If the Fire Doesn’t Affect You the Smoke Might When I got home today from driving my little school bus I tried to do some work outside but was soon driven indoors because I couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t I breathe? Well it is because Canada seems to be on fire. I have a mild case of asthma with some allergy issues which complicate it this time of year. Most school buses have what my Dad called…

The Iky Places We Must Go Butterflies seems to be a theme for me of late. I’ve been learning about their protection and proliferation as pollinators. I was reading a wonderful account of them recently in Sue Monk Kidd’s book, “When the Heart Waits – Spiritual Directioin for Life’s Sacred Questions”. They even arrived in music as the choir I’m in practiced and sang the charming children’s song,…

Asking for help can be torture! There aren’t too many words I’m hesitant to use. I can hold my own speaking to a crowd and share lots of good and supportive words. Words are my medium. I’m a writer, a wordsmith. Swearing is even easy for me. Generally, I don’t struggle with the use of words but for this one… “HELP!” I’ve worked in mental health for long enough to know I am not alone. When…

On the evening of June 6 in my home a group of people is going to gather to explore their spirituality. They will come from different backgrounds and practices. They will come with the idea of expanding their views in an atmosphere of trust. No one will have an agenda to change minds or convert. Each will truly want to understand better their own spiritual path. I trust the Great Spirt to attract…

The day I love Facebook most Birthday greetings have certainly changed over the years. As a kid it would be cards and gifts from parents and grandparents along with some cards from Aunts and Uncles. I miss that and I miss them. The great list of greetings on Face Book isn’t the same but it’s nice just the same to have so many people acknowledging my day. On the weekend I went with some friends…

Keeping a Garden Journal The picture of the forget-me-nots I have in my garden reminds me of my very first garden. After planting them from seed I wasn’t sure what they were in the spring when they started coming up. My husband wanted to pull them all out because they looked like weeds but I wouldn’t let him. Suddenly, the delicate blue flowers arrived early in May, and I remembered what they…