Walking to the subway in a fug of thought – planning three steps ahead, I realised I was oblivious to my surrounds and could have been anywhere. I wondered what I would notice if these were my last moments and pop! the street came alive. I noticed the patter of rain drops on my face and I…
Tag: soul
Abundance of Spirit
I love dragonflies. I love the shimmer of their iridescent wings and how they can zoom in any direction (including sideways and backwards) helicopter-style. But last weekend, I had 11 land on me (I’ve never had one land on me before). It all happened in less than 15 minutes, as I sat on my friend…
Premonitions
There are things we know without knowing how or why we know them. Call them soul messages or premonitions. I’ve had a few in recent years. The latest happened before my lovely mum passed in May. Eight days before she died, I had a premonition that this was the beginning of the end. Mum’s final…
Disembodied Grief
When mum died, I didn’t see her spirit leave her body as I did with Laura. But I was there by her side in her final hours. And ever since I have a weird disembodied feeling, as if I am not quite here. At first I thought it was a protective numbness. But now I…
Janette Young, 19 November 1931 to 22 May 2018
My dear mum, who surrounded me and my family with unconditional love all her life, has gone. She was the kindest person I’ve ever met and like Laura had a beautiful open smile. Her cousin Isabella recalled: ‘She brought the sunshine into the room with her.’ I was blessed to be with her at the…
In Praise of Desire
Instead of feeling anxious about your desires, relax in the certainty that your deepest desires are leading you to the very best expression of yourself. Your inner voice is speaking to you and that my friends is where true happiness lies – Oprah Winfrey
Soul Whispers
‘Our eternal identity never leaves us alone in the bodies we choose…In reflection, meditation, or prayer, the memories of who we really are do filter down to us in selective thought each day. In small, intuitive ways – through the cloud of amnesia – we are given clues for the justification of our being.’ –…
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…
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…
Spring into Being..
A little snow and the first sprinkle of Spring flowers this week in Central Park; hellebores, forsythia, magnolias, daffodils and a froth of apple blossom. I love the arrival of spring. I can usually tell when it is about to happen because one little tree on the Great Lawn in Central Park is always the…
A Home for the Soul
A lot of spiritual teaching demonizes attachment and encourages us to let go and walk a Buddha-like or Christ-like path. It is almost as if we are being instructed to float above the ground detached from our possessions and worldly attachments. But the wonderful Thomas Moore speaks so eloquently of our soul longings. To him,…
When Does Spirit Leave The Body?
What if death isn’t the moment the heart stops? What if the dying person is still undergoing a vital transformation and needs more time, before being carted off to the morgue or crematorium? According to Dutch cardiologist Pim Van Lommel and British neurologist Peter Fenwick, who both spoke at the New York Open Center’s Art of…
The Arms of Love
I often wake in the morning now to find myself all wrapped up snuggly with my feet playing what Laura called ‘feetsies’, my arms gently wrapped around me, with hands against my cheeks and suffused with a deep soul warmth and joy. When this happens, I wonder if Laura’s spirit slipped into bed during the…
Soul Love Forever 