Category: Musings

The Screamies Aren’t Good For Your Intuition

I know how scary it all feels right now We’re at Level Turbulent, right? Or are we? Like, how bad is it going to get? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Occasionally these days, folks have the courage to say some version of this to me, but I’m assuming most of y’all just… Read more »

Two Springs

It’s Definitely Spring (Although damn if it’s not taking its time about it! ) It’s still pretty chilly here in Southern Maine. We were traveling in Europe at the beginning of the month, and while I’m gathering my thoughts about it, I should point out that it’s much easier to write/post on le weekend in… Read more »

Spiritual Resilience Sundays: Worry

Hands down, the most common question I get about intuition is how to know if it’s just fear talking. My clients are frequently confused about whether they can really trust their intuition because they don’t know if it’s real. They confuse fear (and often, wishful thinking) for the voice of their intuition. Living in a… Read more »

Joy Is Not Earned

I started Spiritual Resilience Sundays so I could do my bit, intuitively speaking. There are plenty of amazing writers and thinkers helping to conceptualize this moment in our history, as well as many, many others who point toward (or shout) the calls to action that are available to us. It is truly inspiring. I share my… Read more »

The Miracle of Cueing the Hysterical Laughter

Spring is a celebration of light out of darkness. Even though the first few days after Daylight Savings Time can feel like state sponsored jet lag, that extra hour of light in the evening works like magic. Well, on me anyway. I’m not quite sure what the Savings part is actually saving, but I surmise… Read more »

The Crows and The Fox

We wanted crow friends so badly. For each of the past three years, a different family of crows has taken up residence in the woods behind our house. They arrive in late summer and stay until spring, then they move on. We always take it personally when they go. I’m embarrassed about how badly I… Read more »

Intervals of Hope

Last fall I bought a used Peloton. They are a lot easier to come by these days, and for all the reasons why, I am grateful: we are not in lockdown, we (currently) have access to vaccines and masks, body bags are not being loaded into freezers due to lack of morgue space. I bought… Read more »

Spiritual Resilience Sundays

The Vasomotor Files My hot flashes have become operatic. Just before they burst onto the stage of whatever moment I am in, I can detect them in the wings, little tingles of anxiety windmilling their arms and prepping to bellow all the way to the nosebleed sections of my psyche. The stronger the hot flash,… Read more »

What Was Burned, and What Wasn’t

My parents purchased a 2 bedroom/1 bath bungalow on Tahquitz Place in Pacific Palisades in 1968, captivated by great public schools, a central downtown which called itself a Village, and the temperate climate.  Homeownership was a big deal for my mom and dad. They had downpayment help from my grandparents who’d lived in apartments in… Read more »

I Love New York

Interior view of an empty New York City subway car with red and yellow seats.

When Bill and I travel to New York City as we regularly do, we play a game I made up called NYC Bingo. We’re big into made up games around here, or at least I am while the rest of the gang tolerates happily participates in them. NYC Bingo joins a panoply of dinner table… Read more »