Red-Tailed Hawk
November and December were challenging months in our household. Perhaps it was simply Mercury in retrograde, maybe the effects of long-term holiday sugar over-dosing, or whatever, but words were exchanged. Looks, too. And then, as it always does for us, it passed, like a bad cold, and harmony has been restored. It’s nice to be on the same team again. Right towards the end of this time of disturbance, husband Keith and I were heading into town together. We’d just gotten to the stop sign about a half...
Read MoreMr. Ebeneezer Scrooge
Every year a new version of Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” comes out in a movie or TV show, and I love the story, so I enjoy them all, but last night my favorite version was on TMC. It’s a musical version with Albert Finney. For years before the advent of cable TV, I had the song “Thank you very much, thank you very much. That’s the nicest thing that anyone’s ever done for me…” playing randomly through my thoughts when something kind was done and I wasn’t sure of it’s origin. Well,...
Read More“I Don’t Think I Can Be Hypnotized.”
We live our life in a trance state. To my way of thinking, becoming hypnotized is in some ways more like finally waking up. For those who feel they can’t experience hypnosis, it is really a lack of willingness, a fear of losing control. We go into trance when we read a book, watch TV. Advertising has trance inducing jingles, repetitions and suggestions that make us hungry. Why else would we continue to buy food that if we slow down enough when eating it, we realize it tastes pretty disappointing compared...
Read MoreThe Heart Bean
Yesterday, while doing readings at an expo, a young woman sat down at my table and before a word was spoken by either of us, tears were running down her cheeks, her lip quivering. Up until that time, all of the people I’d read for, even if their queries were serious like pending court cases and troubled children, had all been smiling, curious, calm. This girl fell to pieces in front of me. I set the cards down and reached for a bowl of sea beans I use as decoration on my expo table and put one in her...
Read MoreSharing Memories
“It is all red, black and red,” Anne said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t know what it is?” We had just begun her regression and already she was in the midst of something frightening. ”I’ll count to three and you will be back before everything went red, just before everything went red…one, two, three. Where are you now?” Anne described a house in the woods. There was a tree in the front yard with a tire swing. She took me into the house, but everyone was out in the back yard....
Read MoreContact Cindie
