SYNCHRONICITIES PART 2!

So since my previous blog about you know what. (Insert title here). I have had some other things go down that cannot be explained. I have had quite a few dreams in my life and some seem more significant than others. Yet, what I’m learning on my spiritual path is that more and more of my dreams tend to have hidden meaning.

I have been talking to several people about synchronicity versus coincidence and sometimes those lines get blurred. If you are the kind of person that believes in coincidence.

As you learned in one of my last blogs dreams seem to be when all my higher beings send me intuitive messages or even warnings of things to come. It is my job to interpret them and as I am still learning sometimes I do chalk up a dream to just something I ate.

I had a friend tell me recently that a synchronicity was kind of like when you buy a car and then suddenly their everywhere. Your mind actually searches them out because we are always searching for connections. Yet, some of my dreams that have come to fruition in real life I wasn’t searching for. In fact two of my dreams that have come true I was horrified to find a connection with. So is what my friend said true or is there something more to it than that. I will let you decide here is my most recent dream.

I was standing outside in a post apocolyptic world taking my small dog outside to use the bathroom. Where rows of houses in my neighborhood once stood was now a dustball of nothingness save for the mobile home we now lived in with broken out windows and a rusty color orange around the frame of the door and windows. To say it was a shithole is an understatement but at least it was a roof over our heads.

I was taking the small dog out when a gang of guys approached me looking like they just stepped out of a movie scene from waterworld they told me they were taking my bigger dog. My baby! I asked why and they said they made a deal with my husband and left it at that. The leader’s voice dripped with inuendo. I reluctantly let them take her as I got the impression they would hurt my family if I didn’t give her up. Then I scolded my husband for making such a deal. I screamed that they may try to eat her and he said, ” Well let’s go get her back then.” Then thankfully the dream dissolved. Now I know what you are thinking I was thinking the same thing when I woke up. “What the hell did I eat?” What does this all mean? I couldn’t tell you.

However, yesterday I was on my way in from my last break and something white caught the corner of my eye and there in real time was the exact trailer from my dream. Busted out windows and that same rusty color around all the windows and door frame! It was being pulled by a semi down the street right in front of me. I did a double take and even almost slapped myself. Because I had to be dreaming still right? But I wasn’t! Here was a part of my dream in real life staring me down. Wtf!

Was I subconsciously searching out this house as my friend suggests? Even though that was not the point of my dream? Or was it the point of the dream and I was receiving some sort of cosmic warning sign? Either way it freaked me out.

However, my next dream was even more daunting than the last one and even though this one happened long ago it still puzzles me.

I was climbing an old worn out set of stairs above a condemned bar. At the top was a door and behind that door was, my past. My ex who after opening the door the dream would switch and I would be chasing him through the streets of Boston trying to kill him. Now I must tell you I had this dream off and on for over twenty years! Then last May he found me on fb. I confronted him and all these years of pent up feelings I had about him. None of it good. Yet, while I was dreaming these dreams I knew they were a dream due to that damned staircase and that stupid door. It even got to the point where as soon as I began the climb. I would actually say in the dream, “Damn, here we go again!”

Once I confronted him though the dreams went away. Or so I thought. Months later I was scrolling through facebook and came across his page with a picture of a house he had just bought to renovate and guess what the picture was of… Yes, it was that same damned stairwell and that same damned door I had been dreaming about for the last twenty years! How is this possible? Because I know my mind wasn’t seeking a connection to that!

How can this be explained? My only explanation is that these dreams are my higher self warning me of something that I still don’t understand. These are synchronicities that have been given to me through some unearthly power as a sign. I just don’t have any clue what they are, yet. Synchronicities are like bread crumbs they make you sit up and take notice in your waking hours when you are too blind to see them. Maybe they were an omen of things to come. Maybe my dreams were actually giving me the strength to say what I needed to say when the time came. All I know is that I am never going to Boston, ever!

I haven’t dreamed these dreams since confronting him maybe it’s because I took from it what I needed but I refuse to believe these synchronicities were just because my mind sought out some sort of connection like the car thing. Anyway you want to look at it they meant something. Whether they brought me peace or not is still up in the air. If you have any thoughts please let me know. If you have had any synchronicities of late I would love to hear them… Until next time and happy dreaming.

Synchronicities part 2

So since my previous blog about you know what. (Insert title here). I have had some other things go down that cannot be explained. I have had quite a few dreams in my life and some seem more significant than others. Yet, what I’m learning on my spiritual path is that more and more of my dreams tend to have hidden meaning.

I have been talking to several people about synchronicity versus coincidence and sometimes those lines get blurred. If you are the kind of person that believes in coincidence.

As you learned in one of my last blogs dreams seem to be when all my higher beings send me intuitive messages or even warnings of things to come. It is my job to interpret them and as I am still learning sometimes I do chalk up a dream to just something I ate.

I had a friend tell me recently that a synchronicity was kind of like when you buy a car and then suddenly their everywhere. Your mind actually searches them out because we are always searching for connections. Yet, some of my dreams that have come to fruition in real life I wasn’t searching for. In fact two of my dreams that have come true I was horrified to find a connection with. So is what my friend said true or is there something more to it than that. I will let you decide here is my most recent dream.

I was standing outside in a post apocolyptic world taking my small dog outside to use the bathroom. Where rows of houses in my neighborhood once stood was now a dustball of nothingness save for the mobile home we now lived in with broken out windows and a rusty color orange around the frame of the door and windows. To say it was a shithole is an understatement but at least it was a roof over our heads.

I was taking the small dog out when a gang of guys approached me looking like they just stepped out of a movie scene from waterworld they told me they were taking my bigger dog. My baby! I asked why and they said they made a deal with my husband and left it at that. The leader’s voice dripped with inuendo. I reluctantly let them take her as I got the impression they would hurt my family if I didn’t give her up. Then I scolded my husband for making such a deal. I screamed that they may try to eat her and he said, ” Well let’s go get her back then.” Then thankfully the dream dissolved. Now I know what you are thinking I was thinking the same thing when I woke up. “What the hell did I eat?” What does this all mean? I couldn’t tell you.

However, yesterday I was on my way in from my last break and something white caught the corner of my eye and there in real time was the exact trailer from my dream. Busted out windows and that same rusty color around all the windows and door frame! It was being pulled by a semi down the street right in front of me. I did a double take and even almost slapped myself. Because I had to be dreaming still right? But I wasn’t! Here was a part of my dream in real life staring me down. Wtf!

Was I subconsciously searching out this house as my friend suggests? Even though that was not the point of my dream? Or was it the point of the dream and I was receiving some sort of cosmic warning sign? Either way it freaked me out.

However, my next dream was even more daunting than the last one and even though this one happened long ago it still puzzles me.

I was climbing an old worn out set of stairs above a condemned bar. At the top was a door and behind that door was, my past. My ex who after opening the door the dream would switch and I would be chasing him through the streets of Boston trying to kill him. Now I must tell you I had this dream off and on for over twenty years! Then last May he found me on fb. I confronted him and all these years of pent up feelings I had about him. None of it good. Yet, while I was dreaming these dreams I knew they were a dream due to that damned staircase and that stupid door. It even got to the point where as soon as I began the climb. I would actually say in the dream, “Damn, here we go again!”

Once I confronted him though the dreams went away. Or so I thought. Months later I was scrolling through facebook and came across his page with a picture of a house he had just bought to renovate and guess what the picture was of… Yes, it was that same damned stairwell and that same damned door I had been dreaming about for the last twenty years! How is this possible? Because I know my mind wasn’t seeking a connection to that!

How can this be explained? My only explanation is that these dreams are my higher self warning me of something that I still don’t understand. These are synchronicities that have been given to me through some unearthly power as a sign. I just don’t have any clue what they are, yet. Synchronicities are like bread crumbs they make you sit up and take notice in your waking hours when you are too blind to see them. Maybe they were an omen of things to come. Maybe my dreams were actually giving me the strength to say what I needed to say when the time came. All I know is that I am never going to Boston, ever!

I haven’t dreamed these dreams since confronting him maybe it’s because I took from it what I needed but I refuse to believe these synchronicities were just because my mind sought out some sort of connection like the car thing. Anyway you want to look at it they meant something. Whether they brought me peace or not is still up in the air. If you have any thoughts please let me know. If you have had any synchronicities of late I would love to hear them… Until next time and happy dreaming.

Motherhood

To all you mothers out there. I see you. Sometimes it is a lonely road we mothers walk but we still put one foot in front of the other day after day to do what is best for our children.

No matter how many times they break our hearts, no matter how many times we get told, “I hate you”. We trudge on. We are soldiers for our children because in the end, they know not what they do.

We worry and fret over them so much that at times it appears as if we have disappeared altogether and all we can see is them. There is that ball that never seems to go away in the pit of our stomach called stress that forms the moment we hear the doctor confirm those two little words, “you’re pregnant!” It will never go away! As long as you are a mother.

Even when they are grown and you think to yourself “Ah! Finally the hard part is over. I managed to get them to adulthood.” Sometimes that little ball of stress gets worse. Sometimes the hard part is just beginning, because of the decisions they make. You feel helpless to do anything. You feel as if you have failed as a parent. All you can do is sit and watch as the trainwreck happens.

When they get their heartbroken your’s is broken too. When the world beats them down and they feel like there is nothing left for them. You also feel their pain. Even from hundreds if not thousands of miles away. Even if you didn’t raise them. You are mother and child and that is a bond nothing or noone can break. Yet, all you can do is leave them with the comforting thoughtthat you are always there with them in mind, and spirit. If not physically.

We are mothers! We have to be made of sturdy stock. To let go of something that was once a part of us. We are warriors fighting for our kids even when they don’t see it. We don’t do it for the glory or the fame. We do it because we are mothers and that’s what we do.

So the next time you feel like being a mother is to overwehlming. Just remember that pivitol moment when your baby first opened its eyes and you actually looked at each other for the first time with a knowing, an understanding of one another, or the first time your baby grabbed your finger as if to say, “I know who you are and I am okay with it.” Rembember their first words and the first time you heard that one magical word that will change you forever, ” mama.”

Those will be the things you hold dear to your heart, the things you keep closest to you when you feel as if you have lost them to the world. Moments like those are what you will cherish when things are at their darkest.

Yet, you also need to remember you are not alone. I know your pain. I know your sorrow . I know your heartache. To all the mothers out there, I see you.

Synchronicities

Definition of a synchronicity is:

Have you ever had such a thing happen to you?

I have more times than I care to count. When you have something happen in your life that just seems like a coincidence. Just remember THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES!

I am really just scratching the surface of my spirituality and my potential gifts but synchronicities have been following me all my life. I have read numerous books, watched untold amounts of youtube videos about mediums, spirituality, and yes even synchronicities. What every one of those forms of information have said was that the things we experience isn’t mere coincidence it is a synchronicity. They are nudges from our spirit guides, our angels, or even loved ones who have passed. To guide us on the right path. To lead us to a better version of ourselves. To make us sit up and take notice of the choices we make. I for one need that considering the amount of times I have chosen the wrong path.

A synchronicity is a divine intervention if you will and if it is coming around a lot. That just means we are in serious need of a wake up call.

Some examples that have been happening to me ever since I began meditating are:

1. The number 3! It haunts me. I was fooling around mediating one day not really serious about it and I asked for the lottery numbers. Not expecting a response I was shocked when a series of numbers appeared before my minds eye with the powerball number being the number 3! This was the beginning of a long line of things that happened to me over a period of time where that number followed me for weeks. It attached itself to me like a plague. Now I know that praying or meditating for the lottery numbers is not right? There should be no materlistic personal gain from it. And I don’t recomend it but I had been questiong whether or not all the things that were happening to me spiritualy were real or just my overactive imagination. So after weeks of being hounded by this number I did what any person would do in my situation I googled the number 3 and its spiritual signficance. The answered astounded me. See pic below:

So as you can see this number wasn’t telling me the big powerball numbers. It was a confimation to a question about my inner struggle to continue on this path. It was a confirmation of my spiritual awakening and every time I doubt it the number three begins showing itself again!

2. Red Daisies- I did a blog not that long ago where I pictured red daisies fields of them and for a while there everytime I meditated that same field of red daisies was there.

I thought I had just made them up right? Wrong! I read a non- fiction book weeks if not months later and in the last chapter in the last paragraph there were fields and fields of you guessed it…red daisies! Finally, I looked up red daisies on google and once again I was floored at not only their origins but their meaning as well, basically it said that the red daisy was derived from Africa and that it meant spirituality and awakening.

Once again I was given answers to questions through synchronicity that I had sought long and hard for.

3. Did u ever have that moment that you wanted to see an old movie really bad but couldn’t find it anywhere. Then suddenly there it is playing as a special feature every day all month long? I have all my life and that my friend is a synchronicity!

I don’t know what the significance is to a movie unless it is my guides way of showing me to trust my intuition. Either way I have always dubbed this as my “super” power! I have learned more in the last few months about myself than I ever have. All you gotta do is follow the bread crumbs, I mean synchronicities and you will find your path.

What are some synchronicities you have had?

And how did they impact your life?

Epiphany!

I went to a metaphysical meeting last night and there were several subjects discussed. One was numerology, two was synchronicities ( which is the subject I brought to the table) , and three was dreams. Now I have had a lot of dreams in my day and I gotta say even though this was not the subject I brought up, this topic has always facinated me. Simply because of my dreams. According to the metaphysical world or spiritual world dreams are all about guiding us, or even divine intervention a warning of sorts, of things to come.

Having experienced dreams that have had self fullfilling properties or dreams that mean something specific to my life at the time. I can vouch for this. I don’t necessarily know where or who they come from but they come from somwhere, maybe it is just my mind trying to work out the problem at hand. Yet, that doesn’t explain the dreams I have had about someone else who is perfectly fine and in my dream they get sick horribly sick and then suddenly they do in real time.

Are these prophetic dreams? How did they get there? Who or what placed them there? These are questions I have been asking myself for as long as I can remember. However, as I dive deeper into the spiritual world I am convinced someone somewhere planted these particular dreams in my head while I slept.

Which brings me to my current set of puzzled dreams. Now I have always had one off dreams. Where one dream meant something specific. Yet, over the course of the last couple of years I have been having a dream about moving into a new home. The problem is each dream has its own take on the house and what it looks like but in my soul no matter what happens in the dream or what the house looks like it is always the same house. To the untrained mind these dreams may seem like they have absolutely nothing to do with one another but somewhere deep down inside I know it is always the same house. It is just a feeling I get that lets me know sonetimes even in the dream all these houses all these dreams are the same. What does this mean, you ask?

Well, according to the spiritual world and google the house in each dream represent something I have long suspected, it represents, me, but if this is true what were my dreams telling me, about well, me in various scenarios? This has been the puzzle I have been rolling over and over in my mind for quite some time now. Then last night at my meeting as I was regaling the exploits of my activity in these dreams. Light dawned on marble head! The lightbulb of discovery went off in my head! Some call this my aha moment or more acuretly an ephinany!

You see, several months ago I awoke with an appetite for the unknown. I devoured everything I could get my hands on that had anything to do with spirituality, physics, even mediums. I still don’t have a firm grasp on this yet, but I know I am moving in the right direction simply because of the sheer number of things that just keep happening. I have been told by several psychics that I in fact am a medium, yet, I am terrified to persue it on a subconscious level. I have had so many weird experiences in my life it is hard to believe this is not all true and yet, I somehow suppressed it. I ignored the signs in my waking hours that now was the time for me to persue this and so since I do pay attention to my dreams that is where they invaded.

What I didn’t tell you about these seemingly non connected dreams of a house is that in each and every one of them something mystical or paranormal happens in all of them. This is what I discovered last night and why I didn’t see it before now is another question all together. Yet, here I am today awake and recalling every dream with perfect clarity the puzzle that now shows the “big picture”.

Someone, somewhere is telling me even in my dreams that I am psychic, I am a medium. I just haven’t been paying attention, these dreams have even gone so far as to show me my own fear of this unknown journey I am now embarking on. I cannot even describe in words how freeing it has been to finally work out these dreams. I feel as if a ton of weight has been lifted off of me.

All I can tell you is that even when your dreams seem insignificant and small. Watch out because they may just be a small piece of the puzzle to a much larger picture than what you see right now!

Until next time and happy dreaming…

TUESDAY MORNING

It’s Tuesday morning and my body already aches as if it were Friday. This is gonna be a long work week. I already crave the laziness of Saturday morning. My alarm sings its siren song to rise for the day and I begin to picture a thousand ways it can die. The temperatures outside don’t help either. It is frigid and once again snowy, my arthritic bones scream for the soothing balm of warmer climates. We had a record shattering cold November and now that the actual day of Winter inches closer I am afraid of what December might hold.

December is supposed to be filled with shopping, caroling, gift giving and more importantly the birth of Jesus and yet, all I can think about is how not to freeze to death. How to ease the ache in my bones even if it is just for a little while. I get up and begin my morning ritual of dressing, brushing my teeth etc. I go out to start my car to warm it up and a blast of artic air hits my already sore face. The cool, crisp air rushes into my nostrils and fills my lungs and I for about the 10th time this morning dread going to work and I have only been up for about half an hour!

With snow still falling I start my car and race back into the house to escape the skeletal finger of Winter for a few more moments of blissful warmth. Before heading out for the day. To fight this cold mistress I call Winter. She may not be on the Calendar yet, but she is here and she is pissed!

With the dark clouds lingering above that never seem to dissipate, they match my mood. All I long for is a few moments more under the security of my blankets. Yet, being the responsible adult that I am I have to go to work. I head to my car once again the snow already falling heavier now each snowflake that touches the parts of my skin that are not covered in layers seem to sting. Even my skin is rejecting this icy miracle. My fingers and toes are already like icicles attached to the rest of me.

I duck into my car and slowly begin to pull out of the driveway, out of my neighborhood and into the heavy flow of traffic. Thankfully my job is but a few minutes away and as I finally reach my destination having fought the cold, the steady stream of cars, and my aching body I sigh a sigh of relieve. Only to have the sobering thought a split second later that it is only Tuesday Morning.

The Man in my Closet

 It all started with the man in my closet. Fearful of his intentions I became terrified when I could feel my bed dip down with the weight of him at night while I attempted to sleep. I could even feel his hands running up and down my body starting at my feet and gently caressing me all the way up my legs to my breast and then my arms. I could feel each of his ten fingers and the heat from the palm of his hands as they stroked me without permission. I became so freaked out that I haven’t slept a full night in my own bed in so long I have forgotten what the comforts of a bed feel like. 

    This man I know nothing about has become another fixture in my home, another part of my house that breathes on my neck at night and has unclear intentions toward my body. I am scared yet, at the same time I wonder who he is? Why he is here? What became of him? What kind of trauma he went through that even in death he is still trying to get his rocks off? Yes, you heard me right he is dead this man in my closet. His energy tries to combine with mine every time I  try to sleep in my own room. Even when I tell him to go away and leave me alone he persists with his antics. He ignores my demands of peace and laughs at the absurd notion that no means no.

   I choose not to engage in his perverted game and so, I sleep on the couch in the living room. I wait until I am sure he didn’t follow me out of the bedroom before finally falling asleep. This has been the norm in my life for years. I never slept much anyway.  I have told my husband many times about this man in my closet he, of course, doesn’t believe me and so I am alone with my dark friend. I have even placed stones in the four corners of my bedroom as instructed by a psychic to rid myself of him and yet, he still stands over me with his cavalier attitude about sex. Everyone I tell about this mysterious man thinks I am crazy. I can see the look on their faces and I almost agree with them. Until night falls and I feel his sneaky hands traveling up my body once more. 

    Looking for answers I found an app on my phone that would give him a voice thinking this is all my imagination right. This kind of thing doesn’t actually work. Especially in app form. I guess the technical term for it is a ghost box. Not thinking I would get a response at all because even though I knew what has been happening is real. A small part of me was hoping it wasn’t. So for fun, I used the ghost box app. I went into my room with all the lights on and boldly asked: “what is your name?” I almost dropped my phone when an immediate response came in a mechanical voice scratching out one word. “Adam.” 

   Although the app began to throw random words out after I asked, “How did you die?” Like, rope, burn, death, knife. Or maybe they weren’t so random at all either way I got so freaked out I took the app off my phone and haven’t used it since. However, when the name Adam came over the speaker. I didn’t get chills it was as if it was something I already knew deep down inside. Maybe Adam has been giving me his name over and over in my sleep. Or maybe the crazy was finally getting to me. Or so I thought. 

  Yesterday, I went to a psychic, about several issues I am having including my own mediumship abilities. The very first thing she asked when I walked into the room was who the man was that followed me into the room. I shrugged I don’t know but a sliver of knowing went down my spine that this was indeed the elusive Adam. She gave me a look as if she didn’t believe me and as the reading progressed. She once again validated that I am in fact a medium but I am blocked right now by the recent events in my life. So I can’t see him, yet. She said he was the man in my closet and that he had rather peculiar opinions about sex. She confirmed that he was a pervert and yet, he was here to help me. His words to me through her were to trust my intuition. His mere presence in my home, in my room, is proof my intuition was, is correct. 

   She went on to say that I need to work on my meditation skills and my intuition skills before I can see him and actually talk to him and she kept repeating that I have heard him talk to me physically. She kept pointing to her ear and saying that he was telling her over and over that I have heard his voice. I couldn’t think of anything and then like a light bulb going off I remembered the ghost box. Before I could tell her about that experience she said something that gave me chills. She said,” His name is something that starts with an A, and Andrew, or an Adam. I almost lost it. I then told her the story of the ghost box and she too was a little taken aback by the validation she was giving me that this man in my closet was indeed named  Adam. 

   She said that he was not there to hurt me or negative he just had a warped sense of what sex was like and that she felt sorry for any woman that entered his bedroom because according to him no really does mean yes. However, his presence in my bedroom well, his bedroom, was for a higher purpose. He only hangs out there because that was his favorite room in the house. Before I could tell her that I am a writer she asked, “Are you a writer?” Floored all I could do was shake my head yes and then she said something else that has been confirmed by others before her she said, ” Your writing and your mediumship abilities are interconnected. They go hand in hand with one another. 

   She told me that one of the reasons Adam is still around is because he wants me to tell his story. In fact, he wasn’t the only one either. Apparently, there is an entire line of people waiting for me to reach a higher level in my abilities so that they can communicate with me so that I can write their stories as well. They were all in agreement that while I could write fiction I would not find peace until I told their story. That is my purpose. She also said something else that I didn’t quite get until just now. She said she was being shown that I think I am alone or empty, but she kept hearing these entities telling her no. She couldn’t figure it out and I said, that I just said the other day how I felt like I was an island unto myself. She thought this was hilarious considering the sheer number of ghosts, spirits, energies that follow me around waiting for the moment I can see and hear them. 

   I left the psychic feeling a little lighter having validation that once again I wasn’t crazy, and my intuition was once again spot on. I also felt a little different toward my friend in the closet. I felt like we had finally come to an understanding and hours later for the first time in probably nine months I attempted to sleep in my own bed. It worked, however,  before I actually fell asleep right after I asked, “What is your story, Adam?” I was given images of a young boy on a farm they just kept coming to me. He was 12 or 13 back in like early 1900″s and at first, he was being abused by someone I couldn’t see the faces or make him out to much but I do remember the clothes were straight out of a Charles Dickens novel. Oliver Twist comes to mind. I knew immediately that this was Adam as a young child. The mother in me was screaming to protect him. Then the image switched to two teenagers maybe 16 or 17 in the barn making love on a loosened bale of hay. It was beautiful and they were in love but the little voyeur watching over the barn gate didn’t take it that way. Adam watched them with a twisted sort of curiosity that until that moment he had never thought of. As the images faded and I began to drift off with unshed tears in my eyes. I whispered, “Alright I will tell your story.” For the first time in months, I slept, peacefully, in my own room. 

   Whether anyone believes me or not I feel for the first time in my life I am on the right path. I feel connected to these other energies in some way, I have always said everyone has at least one best seller in them, their own story. Who better to tell the traumas of others that have lived before me than someone who has been through it themselves. I just need to now work on my listening skills so that I can hear their stories. Hopefully, that will come soon as the psychic predicted in the next four to five months I will be fully awakened to all my gifts. In the meantime, I thought you guys would enjoy this little insight into the man in my closet. Tune in soon for his story, The story of Adam.

   

   

   

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DECEMBER 1ST

Today is December 1st and as I step outside to take my puppy out I am hit with the cool crisp beginnings of the day. It is a foggy day, you know the kind of foggy day that you fully expect a werewolf or a zombie to come out of the fog and and approach you. It’s that mysterious kind of fog where possibilities are endless. The scent that lingers in the air betrays the fact that it is indeed December. It is the first day I can remember in a long while that feels like Fall. 

   This year fall has felt like Winter with temperatures falling into the teens and single digits on more than one occasion and already record snowfalls I thought I would miss my favorite time of year altogether. Yet, here I am today standing here in the middle of my yard soaking up the Fall. At this moment I am connected to it all. The ground, the trees, even the fog that shrouds me like a misty-eyed friend. I find I am startling overwhelmed by the immense peace I feel and for the first time I am in the moment. There is nothing but me surrounded by nature and this wonderful Fall day!

   I plan to soak it up as the weatherman calls for snow and dropping temperatures in the next couple of days. I will be out soaking up all this day has to offer. I hope you do the same…