Me and Maya

I dreamed about Maya Angelou again last night. She’s been in my dreams for the past two weeks, since I put my mother’s house on the market. Mom died in August following nine years of 24/7 care. The nightmares about her death only started after the house was listed. Maya has been with me in these dreams, a comforting presence to the fear.

2018: The BIG Deal

 

This was the most difficult new year’s blog I’ve written. I wondered why, gave up a couple of times, but its insistence to be heard pestered me. Maybe it’s taken this long because I sense January belongs to 2017, and it is in February when 2018 begins to show its face. I also believe this year will be so startling, it’s hard to think of the year as one linear flow. It feels more like a series of moments that hostage the months around them.

A Love Letter From My Higher Self…For You Too!

I was having a bad day recently. I decided to ask God a question.

“God, I’m confused. I have no idea who I am anymore, what I’m supposed to be doing in all this turmoil, and if my life has any meaning, purpose or relevancy. What do you think?”

Strange Dream: God’s Brain

Some dreams are more than the usual nighttime machinations of a chaotic day. They feel like they are here to teach us something, as if saying “pay attention to this one. I am showing you some truth.”

This was one of those dreams.

A Message from the Stars

There will be wonder. Many will come and fall and rise again with chins held high. Quietly the world turns. Thought will follow them and become them. What of the fearful ones who wait in the corners and along the edges? Who will come for them? Will they spend eternity waiting to catch a moment that became another and another too soon? The conscious cosmic mutt scratches at the door of unknown certainties, howls at a moon soaked in spirit, dripping its silver sweat onto earth.IMG_6186

Looking Back With Gratitude

Thank you all who kept my spirit fed this first year of Trusting the Currents. You don’t know how much I appreciate your support and words of encouragement through all my self-doubt. It was a ten-year journey bringing Trusting the Currents into the world. Addie Mae changed the direction of my life and has been my greatest teacher. Whenever I question life, I open the book to a random page and somehow, there lies the answer. (Try it!)

The Strangest Adventure Yet

Of all the adventures I’ve had in life, and I’ve been blessed with many, turning Sixty (yes, Sixty!) is the strangest. No one tells you how suddenly it appears from the fog of youth. A ghost ship bearing the knowledge of quarry years, it arrives with no cannon’s roar.

The Big Tree

I’ve been hearing from people who have recently lost someone they loved very much. I decided to re-post something I had written a few years ago about a friend who had died the year before. I hope it helps in healing:Thebigtree

A New Beginning

My first spiritual novel, Trusting the Currents, has just been published. It’s been a long journey, almost ten years, since an elderly, Southern, African American woman, Addie Mae Aubrey, first began whispering the story of her teenage years to me. Nothing has defined my life like the experience of bringing this book into the world. I was often a reluctant partner to Addie Mae’s insistence on sharing her memories and wisdom. I didn’t know why she chose me, a white woman from New York. No matter how many times I gave up, tried to return to a life that was easier, more conventional, she kept pushing me to continue for just a little bit longer, convincing me this was something important.

Soul Searching

polliosoulsearchingblogpicHas the seed of a new world always been here, waiting for some pre-ordained moment to awaken us to our true selves? Or does a traumatic experience, some fertilizing particle of pain seep so deep into our spirit that it begins to blossom, forcing new thought to grow?