Just a breath away

Summer is a time when most people take a break. They go on vacation or sit on their porch. In fact, you can take a vacation on your porch. The picture to the left is of New River Gorge in West Virginia. I took it on a cold fall day, the kind of day you wish you had remembered your gloves. When I’m sitting on my porch on this hot July day in North Carolina and the heat index is 105 degrees, I think about New River Gorge and how cold my hands were that day. It’s my own little vacation. I breathe in and close my eyes and I’m on that mountain. I don’t even notice the sweat trickling down my neck.  I think about how quiet the woods were. It felt like my own private retreat. Take another breath and invite someone to join you. I was alone that day in West Virginia, but if I breathe in and think about my dad, there he is next to me, enjoying the view. That’s how close we are to the ones we love who have passed on. They really are just a breath away. Invite someone special to join you as you breathe through those memorable moments. Sitting on my porch by myself doesn’t have to mean that I’m alone.

Love makes a connection

I am a medium. A medium is someone who connects the people here with their loved ones who have crossed over. I’ve written about the loss we had as a family a few years ago when several members passed on within a very short time. I have always prayed. At the time, I asked God to help me find a way to deal with so much loss. One of the answers was to begin the writing workshops. The workshops have been so much fun and so healing for me. I’m going to continue to offer them.

But, I got another answer. When I asked God for help, I never imagined that help would show up in such a big way. God and the angels reached out to me. I learned that we are never alone and that we are surrounded by love. We just need to ask and it is there for us. My job is to share that love by connecting people with their family, friends and pets who have passed on so that they can be comforted and reassured that there is much more beyond our experience here on Earth. This is a gift that I am sharing. You can sign up for a session with me on the sign-up page.

I always work from a place of love and light.  

Where do I begin?

yellow flowerI felt inspired last week to try something new. I have never thought of myself as an artist. I don’t sketch or draw pictures. The only thing I ever draw is maybe a funny face in a birthday card. But I took a leap and I bought a kit that had five little bottles of paint and some paint brushes. The directions told me how to mix colors and which brushes made the shapes I might want.

The kit also came with a few pieces of paper, about 5×7 inches. Somehow, that reassured me. I didn’t have to start big. I could just give it a try. It turns out that I love mixing colors. When I created green from yellow and blue, it felt like magic. I know for many, this would not be such an amazing discovery. I loved it.

What does this have to do with our writing challenge? I realized that there are plenty of people who feel the same way about writing. It can be overwhelming to begin. That’s why I wanted to challenge myself and all of you to write a little something every day. Start with just a few sentences. We’re not writing term papers or the great American novel. Write about a memory, an observation. Write a grocery list. Let the words out.

I might really go crazy for my next painting and use an 8 1/2 x 11 inch paper. Or, maybe I’ll paint just one little thing in the corner. Our creativity is lurking inside of us. We just need to let it out.

Coconut Pie: More than dessert

Plenty of people will agree with me when I say that for many of us food is love. Let me tell you my own special love story. Every time friends visit from out of town we end up at the State Farmers Market in Raleigh. classic-baking

You can eat lunch and walk around. There are plenty of places to get North Carolina trinkets and beautiful, locally grown fruits and vegetables.

Vegetables were the last thing I wanted when we passed the bakery. I found pie. It was coconut cream pie, the kind my mother used to make 40 years ago. It was my own personal search for the Holy Grail. For years, I have tried making healthier versions of this pie – crustless, low fat – all wrong. The pie I found at the Farmers Market looked like someone who knew what they were doing baked it. It looked like my mother’s pie, the kind you could have a personal moment with on that first bite.

I know what some of you are thinking. “Who gets this excited about pie?”

I do. I thought about it on the off chance that I am too excited about the combining of sugar, milk, eggs and coconut. Then, I realized that the attraction isn’t the pie itself. It is the memory it evokes. During that first bite, I am transported 40 years in the past to my childhood kitchen table on a warm summer evening. The supper dishes are done and put away. There is no place I need to be, nothing that concerns me. Voices of the people I love can be heard throughout the house. It feels like one big relaxing sigh at the end of the day. What takes you back to that place of comfort, love or just a big dollop of pleasure?