Strange Magic

When I came back from England last week, I walked into my apartment and noticed immediately Laura’s photograph had moved. It was folded up flat and lying neatly on the bookcase.  It looked so odd. So deliberate. My first thought was someone  has broken in.  But that’s nuts. Who would break in to rearrange the decor?…

A Word from Emerson

Tis curious that we only believe as deep as we live – Emerson, ‘Beauty’

Puppy Love

Took my sister’s puppy Rue for a gallop across the fields in the snow today. This is Rue’s first Christmas. And she loves snow. It was twilight and she is pitch black, so I attached a big red bike-light to her collar so as not to lose her. She hit every stream, chased the geese,…

The Dating Coach

It’s nearly four years since Laura passed and recently I’ve dipped a toe into dating again. I am having a lot of fun. And Laura seems to be having a lot of fun too. She made a rather loud and unexpected appearance in the middle of a recent dinner at ABCV – Jean Georges Vongerichten’s…

Gratitude

‘Gratitude. For a million reasons. This moment. This place. This life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ my friend Lyn Godley wrote on Facebook this morning. It made my heart soar. I would just add one big dollop of gratitude for this blog family, my family and friends, and those souls who’ve passed but still sing…

Liquid Love

‘You  are liquid love in human form.’ – Abraham Hicks Love and light were recurring themes at the recent Art of Dying conference in New York, where more than 30 professionals, who tend to the dying, deceased and the grieving, spoke about their experiences. Olivia Barham, a death midwife, told how when her mother died, she…

Meet The Family

I’m afraid I am going to be insufferable from now on. And you may have to curtsey next time you meet me. After a little rummaging around in our ancestor closet, it turns out that via my mother’s beloved grandmother we can travel back through a long line of Earls to King Edward the 1st…

Reaching for the Stars

What message would you send up into space to contact life forms on another planet? Welcome?.. What’s up?…We come in peace?  A bunch of US scientists has spent 40 years trying various approaches. All to no avail. (according to the New York Times article Greetings ET (Please Don’t Murder Us). So far the scientists have…

The Art of Dying Conference Discount

The Open Center just gave me – and my readers (i.e. YOU!) – a terrific discount for the Art of Dying Conference in New York (Oct 13-16). Instead of paying $545 for the 3-day conference, the cost is just $200. You can attend in person or stream it online. If you are interested in what happens…

The Soul in Transition

I love stories about the miraculous and sometimes comical events that surround the soul’s transition from this life to the next.  Dr Ona Graham, whose husband Ralph died from throat cancer, shared with me some precious stories of his final days. Ralph wanted to see his two beloved horses again before he died. But try as…

One More Day

I’ve often imagined what it would be like to have one more day with Laura. One last chance to look into her eyes and be together as we once were. What would we do? How would we spend those precious hours together? Evidently it is a common fantasy of the bereaved. ‘Meet Me at Dawn‘…

Memories

  A Sunday lunch in France that lasts 2-4 hours is not uncommon. Food is pleasure, love and sharing. So it was no surprise to learn that my friend Veronique spent nearly a month cooking dishes for her own wedding  (a 3 day feast in early August). Family and friends contributed wines, deserts, heart shaped…

A Life Wish

Do I have a death wish? Quite the contrary. I just want to feel alive again.  I nearly lost my own life 10 years ago and I lost Laura nearly four years ago.  And so life is very precious to me.  I want to feel my own essence, my own being very intensely. And so…

Patchwork Heart

Sometimes my patchwork heart aches so. So many pieces missing. So many scars and repairs. How do we go on? Sometimes, like last Friday, joy evaporates and is replaced with a rush of pain and then the ooze of black bilious anger that seeps out of every pore when I feel dread fear combined with…

What Really Happened?

I’ve finally got it. It has taken three and a half years to solve two important mysteries. And now I’ve got it. The night Laura passed, I had what Dr Raymond Moody calls a ‘Shared Death Experience’ in his book Glimpses of Eternity: Sharing a Loved One’s Passage From This Life To the Next.   Let…