Daily One-Minute Treatment


Creator of All, maker of the turn of each season, the shape of each cloud, the scent of the trees and flowers. Creator, making each of us, shaped and turned towards your purpose for us, and our own purpose for ourselves. Thus, we seek in ourselves cues for the turning, the shaping of our own time and place.

We seek to connect with the Divine, to acknowledge the oneness between self and Creator. We celebrate and make rituals to mark these turnings each natural year, and to mark our private turning points.

We know, as your beloved creations, we were made to find our purposes, celebrate our turnings, and make ritual and beauty of these markers. As the Fall Equinox approaches, let us seek deep, to understand the balancing point, the moment of change, turning inward for wisdom collected this passing season. Let us celebrate the inward change, the gathering of energies and knowledge, the slowing pace of the coming turn.

Let us know the Divine, in all her shapes and forms, as the Creator of all, the knower of all, the great Balancer of human, natural and divine forces in our lives. Let us accept with grace the coming changes, turning these to our best advantage. Through Divine wisdom and grace, let us accept and integrate what comes to us, knowing we share in creating our own future with the Creator.

And So It Is.


Dearest One, we know that you created all that is, and you named it good. We know that there are examples of that good in our lives everywhere we look for them. Your good is manifested in such bounty that it sometimes escapes our human-sized view. I believe this one reason you created pets — small(ish) creatures that need us as we need them. The only jungles they may stride through are backyards, their lairs may be pillows or cat trees, and oh, the destruction they rain on knotted ropes of fuzzy mice! Our love for these creatures shows the best in us, and desire that best to spread and encompass all the smalls in need, and all beings, in fact.

May we always be surrounded by your Love, and may we always reflect that Love onto those near to us, especially our beloved pets who rely on us for nurture, care, and rescue from harm.  May you continue to bless these relationships that offer some of the best examples of unconditional Love we find in our everyday lives.  Let us love our creatures, ourselves, and all your creation with great abandoned joy and earnestness.

And So It Is.


I know God is all powerful and all good, and he/she has the largesse and compassion to give us so many ways to be nurtured and enriched. In turn encouraging us to express our gratitude and joy. Thus enlarging that joy and gratitude so that it may spread wherever it is needed and wherever we have aimed it.

I let this weapon of mass delight free to touch on all who want or need the loving hand on your shoulder, or the sound of George Harrison’s voice, given freely to all who choose to touch or hear.

And So it is.

Stealth Healing

dennis flowersSometimes we know we’ve healed by what hasn’t happened.

Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of my husband’s death. And I didn’t grieve.

I still think about him often, still cry occasionally, miss him frequently, and love him always. But I didn’t grieve his loss yesterday. Instead, I bought flowers.

Healing is as natural as blooming and dying, and just as intense or gentle depending on the moment. Sometimes it slips upon us unawares.

Thanks Dennis, for the good and the less-good, for the happy and sad, and for the intention to love always and to strive for the best in us all.

Enjoy your flowers.

Tarot … Saturday?

Felt the need to do a “self-check” because I’ve been a little down, a little low energy, with a little more pain than usual. I came to my blog to see if rereading some old posts would shift my energy a bit. This led me back to my old favorite site, the Osho Zen Tarot.  I found this card, Healing which seemed to speak to me today.

zen028HealingHere’s the description and commentary :

You carry your wound. With the ego, your whole being is a wound. And you carry it around. Nobody is interested in hurting you, nobody is positively waiting to hurt you; everybody is engaged in safeguarding his own wound. Who has got the energy? But still it happens, because you are so ready to be wounded, so ready, just waiting on the brink for anything.
You cannot touch a man of Tao. Why? – because there is no one to be touched. There is no wound. He is healthy, healed, whole. This word whole is beautiful. The word heal comes from the whole, and the word holy also comes from the whole. He is whole, healed, holy.
Be aware of your wound. Don’t help it to grow, let it be healed; and it will be healed only when you move to the roots. The less the head, the more the wound will heal; with no head there is no wound. Live a headless life. Move as a total being, and accept things.
Just for twenty-four hours, try it – total acceptance, whatsoever happens. Someone insults you, accept it; don’t react, and see what happens. Suddenly you will feel an energy flowing in you that you have not felt before.  (Osho The Empty Boat Chapter 10)
It is a time when the deeply buried wounds of the past are coming to the surface, ready and available to be healed.
The figure in this card is naked, vulnerable, open to the loving touch of existence. The aura around his body is full of light, and the quality of relaxation, caring and love that surrounds him is dissolving his struggle and suffering. Lotuses of light appear on his physical body, and around the subtle energy bodies that healers say surround each of us. In each of these subtle layers appears a healing crystal or pattern.
When we are under the healing influence of the King of Water we are no longer hiding from ourselves or others. In this attitude of openness and acceptance we can be healed, and help others also to be healthy and whole.

…While the World Turns

…I’ve been sitting my little corner of it, happily snowed-in and gradually regaining my strength after abdominal surgery.

I’m not ready to climb any mountains yet, in fact, this is what I felt like after washing a few dishes and cleaning the toilet:

It’s all right though, it will all come back slowly… and the world will still turn, whether I do chores or not. And Christmas will still shed that glorious bit of love upon on our stressed out little planet.

Joyeux Noël!

Lunch Time Moments

I’m lucky enough to live only a mile or so from work, so I often come home for lunch.  My arrival home today was an opportunity to just marvel at some the changes these last two years have brought.

I used to come home filled with anxiety — what would I find?  Dennis’ depression was so unrelenting the last few years of his life that I often encountered a dark house, with hungry cats, dishes in the sink and silence fraught with misery.

I would be momentarily afraid he’d done it — killed himself — and would gird myself to check his room.

Dennis, Christmas 2007

Dennis, Christmas 2007

By 2007, it had grown seriously scary.

One time, I came home at lunch to find food in the bathroom sink, his tobacco rolling equipment in the refrigerator, the front door open, and the electric stove on — with a paper plate inches from the coil. 

When I found him in his room he was so out of it he didn’t know what day or year it was, and had no memory of any of his actions of the previous couple of hours.

In November of 2007, Dennis moved into a group home because it had become so clear that it wasn’t safe for him at home any longer. 

He died in his sleep September 20, 2008. 

For many years, he’d been the light of my life, and I of his.

The darkness of bipolar disorder, anxiety and various other mental and physical issues robbed us both of that long before he died.  His death finally freed us both from that despair.

patio pots, July 2009

patio pots, July 2009

So, today, I came home  for lunch and picked flowers from the garden. Leftovers are reheating in the microwave, and I’m posting these reflections.

I don’t suppose I’ll ever stop missing the Dennis I loved all those years. My best  friend, husband, and partner.

But I do know he’d be really glad I’m out there picking flowers.

Not Afraid of the Woo-Woo Factor

Divine_Orange_Mandala_icon Well, maybe a little afraid. I’m unusually intuitive and often know things without any concrete way of knowing those things. Does that make me a practitioner of “woo-woo”? A beloved friend, himself a Science of Mind Minister coined the phrase in our circles, and I’ve heard it so often since that it must resonate for many.

You know — the woo-woo is the edge just past your own particular comfort zone.  I read tarot cards, maybe a 3 or 4 on the woo-woo scale. Ouija boards — clearly a 5 or 6. Shamanic energy healing?  Way down there — hardly woo-woo at all to me.  Ditto spiritual mind treatment. But channeling non-corporeal alien lifeforms — for me that’s a clear 9 or 10. Making toothpicks dance above the tablecloth at a local coffee shop after drinking only coffee — definitely an 11+ (totally creepy to see)!


tools of the woo-woo trade

My point, if any, is that woo-woo really is in the eyes of the beholder, or perceiver or channeler. My comfort with my intuitive skills interpreting Tarot face cards and weaving a word picture from those intuitions seems natural to me, while it might give you chills as I hit the nail on the head about parts of your life.

When I get up from the table at my energy healer’s, and I feel more whole and integrated, with some bothersome physical symptom lessened —  and I’m glowing with vitality — that’s not woo-woo, that’s common sense to go back.

So I’m not afraid of woo-woo. I am afraid of being accused of practicing woo-woo. No, that’s not it either. I’m afraid of being accused of not practicing woo-woo well enough.  So go ahead and call me crazy, just be sure to mention that I’m really, really good at it.