A Prayer for the Shocked and Grieving

A Prayer for the Shocked and Grieving

Mother Mary, We call on your love and compassion today. Hold us close. Dry our tears. Remind us we cannot make sense of the senseless, We cannot recover what has been lost. But we can love. Through our weary and grieving bodies, Mother Mary, Let us love. Help us to...
Pray for the Girls

Pray for the Girls

And I never quite know how to handle it when she has that look in her eye, the one that hides her tender heart while she says things I know she doesn’t mean. My hair is a favourite one she reaches for- the colour of it. And then there’s my clothes, the...
Compassionate Distance

Compassionate Distance

No one can cut me out of their heart. I love you and I am simply working on accepting people as they are. This way, everything can settle in and flow. My interference is my resistance- I am letting go. Six years ago- almost to the day- I sat on the floor of my friend,...
This is Home

This is Home

Just today I said to him: “You are blessed to be right up against your pain so you can say to Spirit: ‘This is what is happening and it feels SO awful! Take this from me and look at it for me. I want to see what You see. I want a better way.’ And the...
Women & Words

Women & Words

I stumbled upon something… My job can be a tad monotonous at times, but I do love it. I love those moments of remote connection where words bring us together. As a writer, it gives me all the feels <3 I stumbled upon a meme. It went like this: “We need...
Recovered.

Recovered.

There are many things that live and breathe beneath the surface of my daily life. I hold space in my lungs for old habits and women I used to be. The woman I love to ignore lately is the bulimic in recovery. I went to weekly meetings for three years in order to...
The Worst Breakup

The Worst Breakup

The trees lining her front yard were nearly bare. November’s chill had taken hold and here I was again: a mind consumed with work, motherhood, Christmas and trying to get it all right. But as I walked the flagstone path to her door, I attempted to leave...
All That’s Left Unfelt

All That’s Left Unfelt

I wasn’t even sure how to start this post because it seems to me that I write about the same things over and over. And then it seems that I confuse my writing with my thoughts because, for me, they are so closely linked. What has been smack-dab in front of my...
Honouring Pain

Honouring Pain

When I first started giving psychic readings, many of my clients were Jewish women living in Long Island, NY. Some of my dearest friends in the world live there. The communities tend to be close-knit and incredibly supportive. At the time, many of these women wanted...
Choose Again

Choose Again

I lived in the closet for years. (It’s amazing what writing that out does for me- an acknowledgment.) I lived on the other side of it with a secret that was not my own. For over a year, as my whole world was unravelling, I had one person to confide in. One. And...
Borderline Love

Borderline Love

We met at the pub around the corner from my house. It had been months since I’d seen her, but the texts were frequent and often intense. She and her boyfriend were riding a roller coaster of emotional triggers and conflicts and it had been going on since last...
Resist or Release

Resist or Release

Without fail, I am helped. Every. Time. My life is not smooth. It does not flow with the ease of a mountain stream. And you want to know why? Because I resist it. I resist the calls for healing. I look at every conflict that comes up and I get scared. I think it must...