After my mom passed away, in August of 2015, we found something amazing among her things. It was a silly little broach. But it must have meant something to my mom. She kept it for about 55 years. But after almost sixty years the broach was still there. You know, we believers often present ourselves to God as a great gift.

On the road of life. Writing has been extremely therapeutic to me on this journey. It has kept me company on numerous days and nights when all seemed lost. Memories and triggers creep up on you seemingly from nowhere but then you find that if you deal with them honestly, they go away and the landscape seems that much mo.

Music has often carried my soul. To forests filled with beauty old. A place where peaceful breezes stir. The needles of ancient stands of fir. The padded, springy woodland floor. Can offer great escape, and more. For quietly my feet can find. A path towards some peace of mind. My lungs can stretch themselves and breathe. The clearest air you can conceive. The muscles of my body, then. Relax and use that oxygen. A lessening of pressure starts.

Readings may also focus on physical well-being, health, grief, transformation or transitions, female concerns and relationship issues. Soul writings are inspired through meditation on the divinity that every moment guides us on our journey. Divine Explorations and Moon Soul Musings. IT STARTED LIKE ANY OTHER DAY STARTED a intuitive conversation with a.