Steps

Steps

I still remember how it was. I remember the anxiety and the nervous thoughts constantly passing through my mind. I recall the fear, the nasty comments I reserved only for myself and I can absolutely feel the compulsion again: That need to feel better, to fill up and...
Interview with Me by Jill McCullough

Interview with Me by Jill McCullough

GIVEAWAY & Interview with Me by Jill McCullough Originally Posted HERE. I am so excited to present this first installment in a new series of interviews with students and teachers of A Course in Miracles!  I’ll be interviewing several people from various career...
The Call for Love

The Call for Love

I’ve never been to Boston. I’ve never seen its sights, soaked in the history, walked its streets. I’ve always wanted to, but haven’t yet. And hearing the news yesterday didn’t make me want to stay away, it made me sad, but it didn’t...
Blog Hop: Without Fear of Falling

Blog Hop: Without Fear of Falling

The Big Tub Lighthouse, Tobermory, Canada.   So I have been asked by the lovely Dielle Ciesco to participate in a blog hop with the intention of sharing our (and other fellow author’s) books with the world. You can find Dielle’s book, The Unknown...
This Is the Way I Move

This Is the Way I Move

So it’s Valentine’s Day and there will be a whole whack of people telling you that you should, at all costs, learn to love yourself first. Well folks, I agree. And I’m workin’ on it. I was giving a reading to a client the other day and a...
Welcome Here.

Welcome Here.

Come to me with secrets, with quiet guilty whispers, head hung low, shuffling feet. Come to me with stifled sobs, with naked shame, and white teeth that bite your bottom lip. Come to me. Sweep your hair from your eyes, steeple your hands in request. Be willing....
Calm Came Back

Calm Came Back

The calm is coming back… I had been tense, on edge, impatient. I had peace too long I think. And when you have peace too long, it can be tempting to let the darkness creep back. Just to see. Just to see if it’s still there. Well, it is as long as I believe...
What Makes a Writer?

What Makes a Writer?

I have no freaking clue. That’s why I’m asking you. Anyway, I’m asking because there are times I feel like I’m playing make-believe. And at some level I know that I am. From A Course in Miracles perspective it’s all make-believe, but...
For You I’d Wait

For You I’d Wait

This past year and a half has been tough. My husband and I have been to hell and back. We’re still making random visits… I won’t get into the nitty gritty at this point. Suffice it to say it has been the most difficult period of my life. I’m...
Why Am I So Fascinated by Atheism?

Why Am I So Fascinated by Atheism?

And I am. I feel a little silly even admitting this, but I am genuinely interested in what leads someone to conclude there is no God? But hey, what led me to conclude there is? Touché, inner adversary, touché. When I hear about a friend or acquaintance who is an...
In Celebration of Food

In Celebration of Food

One thing I almost never do here is share one fact: despite my struggles, I love food. When I’m eating with the intention of pure enjoyment, rather than a reckless wanting to fill a void, I eat without guilt and consequently the experience is clean, pure and...
Who We Really Are

Who We Really Are

Let’s have a little heart-to-heart, you and I.  Let’s talk about who you are…who you really are. You hear it over and over: that you are love, pure and simple. But do you believe it? Do you believe that you are one with the One? Can you embrace the...