Time Travel
Last week while in Spain, we visited art museums, a palace, churches, narrow winding streets cacophonous with vendors. Street performers were everywhere, the level of talent variable, the passion evident. From watching pilot whales in the Straights of Gibraltar, to stumbling across a heroin addict needle in arm sitting on an ancient wall in Tangier, the images tangle, weave and inspire. Oh Life! There was one moment, though, where I felt my spirit still and find a center in all of this movement, color, story and...
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Memory is tricky. I called my older sister years ago to tell her that I had her music books from grade school. She took piano lessons for four years, but had totally forgotten about it. I do not think it was until she saw her name written inside the books that she believed me. Regressing clients to long lost memories is not necessarily to have them see things exactly as they happened, but rather as they are remembered. We forget so much more than we remember; yet our behaviors, beliefs and attitudes are based on...
Read MoreThe Destroyer
It stormed through the night last Tuesday. The scenery driving in to Brigid’s House the next day included flattened election signs, stray garbage cans, and branches strewn all about. Just past my driveway, a huge old birch has fallen, the top branches creating an obstacle course on the road. Years ago an acquaintance of mine was killed by a falling tree, so I know it can happen. When you live in the thick of the woods it is important to keep an eye on those tall old trees. When the destroyer comes along, we hide...
Read MoreBeginner Mind
Twenty-three years ago today my husband Keith and I drove into Park Rapids, Minnesota from our house in Fargo, North Dakota. We stopped first at Shell Lake to drop off the dogs, and then headed into town to the lawyer’s office. Papers were signed, hands shaken, money exchanged. Then back to Shell Lake, to the fishing resort we’d just purchased. It was a blustery day that day. When we stopped to put the dogs into the workshop, we sat in the car and watched shingles blowing off the roofs of a couple of the...
Read MoreA Little Goes a Long Way
After a long discussion, my client settled in for a past life regression. When she had gone into a deep trance state I asked her what she noticed? Her feet, her shoes? Anyone there with her? She saw only the color blue swirling around her. When this happens, I think of Marjorie Reynolds. Reynolds has been practicing hypnotherapy since 1984. She also specializes in symbolism. A spry woman of advanced years, Marjorie has this delightful way of telling a joke, then laughing with her shoulders. There is no way you can...
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