Whispers

Whispers

Whispers in the schoolyard are all in my head. The looks up and down, a mixture of pity and “I’m glad it’s not me”, they’re all in my head. A mother says to another mother under her breath “I don’t know what I’d...
The Change

The Change

I’m on the verge of a change so big, I sometimes find myself waking up hoping it’s all just a nightmare….a dream within the dream. My life looks so different from what I thought it would. Sadness creeps so quietly and like a thief in the night,...
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....
Softening the Blow

Softening the Blow

  Heaven knows I have done it. Since a young age I have used food as a weapon. I have hurt myself on purpose with it. For years it was a matter of handling my feelings (mostly guilt) by eating and then purging. It was a behaviour I could throw myself into, get...
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...