I am reblogging this gem from last year’s Winter Solstice. It is full of hope and magic, which is so truly needed. I became ill last night so I will be celebrating at home. Once again, the Universe discovered I was moving too fast so she found a way to get my attention : sharp stabbing pains in my gut. Is this merely a sign that I am forced to heed, armed with colored pencils, candles, great books, and chicken broth? Or am I an empath deeply impacted by all the violence and division of the planet? Or do both apply? Does it even matter? What does matter is that more and more souls are waking up and taking action to help us heal and rebuild.
Let’s make Earth healthy again. ❤ to all and Happy Solstice to our global family. ( Winter in the North, Summer in the South)
I once associated collisions with car accidents, but no more. Collisions are the cosmic meetings shrouded in mystery and orchestrated by Divine appointment. This blog is loaded with everyday tales of extraordinary magic. The more I share, the better I feel inside. Storytelling is my gift to the world.
This time of year is considered to be a time of frequent miracles. But if you frequent mainstream media lately, you will find assorted horrors and hate- based dreck. Way too many stories are told not to inspire, but to agitate or incite fear. I have had enough, how about you? But there is hope. I promise you, there is hope. I invite you to watch CBS evening news, especially the last five minutes of each broadcast. If you have more time, explore the magical CBS Sunday Morning show, where they bring extraordinary stories that are unlikely to be found in memes or…
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