Author: Gail

Spiritual Medium, Wanderer Extraordinaire, Knowledge Seeker.
Love, Musing Daily, Universe

Stubby

Gail

Been doing a lot and I mean a lot of upkeep on my old house. Last week I received a lily plant from one of my friends and had decided to plant that in the front yard. It went from that to painting the front facade of the house in 3 different colors. The week consisted of me running to and fro to the hardware store and also fitting in a photo shoot. It was pretty frenetic!

This morning after my workout I was on my way out the gym when I stumbled going up the stairs and almost did a full face plant and in all that I stubbed my big toe. OUCH!! All my big plans to finish painting the big frame on the window went on the wayside.

So this is my theory and here it goes. Universe as wise and infinite as she is decided it was time to slow down for this one and girl I hear and receive!! Been sitting back since this morning with foot propped up watching old movies and even grabbed a ice cream cone with the other half, Ken this afternoon. Oh and the toe, feeling so much better!!

Creative

So much dirt..

Gail

I went to plant some lily’s this morning. I dug a hole and the hole got bigger and bigger. And because it was on a slope I realized I would have to make tiers, just one but had to cut back more. It is my front walk and there are three steps. On either side of this there is a slope and it looks or rather looked like one hot mess!  I have many rocks and used that as well to stabilize all this.

My neighbor from down the street came walking over and I got her take on the whole look on the rock garden because that is what it turned out to be. By the time she left, she gave me a lot of ideas to work from painting my weathered and paint stripped front steps to my home to the frames around my windows but with some electric colors not the mundane white. I want it to POP!

And now I have some work to do in the coming days and look forward to how it will all look! And this all started out this morning because I wanted to plant some lily’s…

Love, Musing Daily

Ahem!

Gail

St. Thomas, NassauDear Universe,

Hi, its me…Gail. I seemed to have left something precious on a far away beach somewhere south east of where I currently sit. I do believe it could be my sanity or maybe its my peace of mind. Yes, that’s it, my peace of mind. I know it sits and waits for me on the white sandy beach in Tortola and if it is at all possible I would love to go back and P.D.Q! I ask you please make it possible for me.

Signed, Pining for Good Times~

Dearest Gail,

Take a number!

Signed, The Universe
Somewhere in the Bahamas

Musing Daily

Seasons are a’ changing, like it or not

Gail

I had read this from a perspective of viewing it as our lives and how we look back and see what it was and never want to change but that there is good in change for many and that we grow.

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On the night of the winter solstice, I joined a small group of people for a short walk in our local woods. These woods – which don’t cover vast acreage but occupy valuable property – have been much threatened over the years by the prospect of development. However, people in the community fought for a long time to keep them protected and left alone. They continue to be something of a lightning rod for local controversy, so it’s nice to just take a moment to enjoy them.

After sunset, our group headed into the woods down narrow paths. We stopped at one point and if they wanted to, people spoke or read nature-related passages. There was a man there I’d seen before, but did not personally know. I was struck by something he articulated about the seasonal changes, which I’ll paraphrase. He said when a new season begins, you resist…

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Love

Brand New Day

Gail

Yesterday I had made a tea date to visit my truly gifted friend, Shaunda Lee for 9:30. Thinking that it was going to be about an hour I was so surprised to look at the clock in her kitchen and find out that many hours had passed and it was close to 3 pm. I consider her to be one of my mentor’s in my journey as is my Auntie Doreen and the information I receive is most precious to me.

We went from one topic to the next as sat and enjoyed her scrumptious cookies and hot tea. I had brought my tarot cards thinking that I would give her a reading and also learn along the way. Well I was correct on the part about learning as it was my first kick at the cat so to speak. (Note: No cats were harmed in this or any production of said tea party!) What happened is that I seen the tarot cards from another perspective and one that I could understand and it all became very clear with her teaching.

My work is to put an hour of instruction about these cards and that is to read for myself which I have already done and to write everything about each card. By the way I am using the celtic cross spread for those of you wondering. Looking forward to tomorrow’s reading and perhaps learning much more of this spiritual world which I am so ready to receive. And let’s not forget to be so thankful!DSCN7385

Author

Vanity Fair’s New Cover Story: Caitlyn Jenner

Gail

This past spring I was at an all woman event and was introduced to “Tiffany.” She reminded me of someone but couldn’t place her face. We made small talk and then the light bulb came on. It was my friend, “Tom.” Tiffany had stated how freeing it was to walk around and to let people know who she was. As a photographer I got some really great shots from her. She was a natural if I may say so. Our conversation came about my awakening as a comparison to her’s. I look forward to seeing my friend in the future and see what kind of outfits she comes up with. Oh and I love our girl talk!!

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“As soon as the Vanity Fair cover comes out, I’m free.”

Vanity Fair has just released its cover image of Caitlyn Jenner—photographed by Annie Leibovitz, with a story by Buzz Bissinger.

The story is not yet available online, but Jenner tells Bissinger: “If I was lying on my deathbed and I had kept this secret and never ever did anything about it, I would be lying there saying, ‘You just blew your entire life.’ ”

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Intuition

Tell Me Why

Gail

Last night was the our last psychic development class till September as we all enjoy the days of summer. We all have this intuitive gift in ourselves and me wanting to know and learn more about it found myself here last September. The class was intimate with about 20 ladies attending and then growing over the winter months. I have made friendships with many and for the first time feel like my true authentic self. It is a place where I can honestly trust this space and say what I want to say.

I give thanks on a daily basis to Creator for this beautiful gift and that is what its about. Praying, trusting and believing. There were many “AHA” moments and the memories were also coming back when I was a child and realizing the stuff I had pushed down from fear and not knowing. Now I know that I was not seeing things and always being in that state of being terrified and not being believed at what I was seeing and knowing. My thought is that going through life and having the family I did gave me that experience to understand where other people come from and to have empathy.

Recently in my home one evening, the other half, Ken and I were watching the tv. We were turning in for the night and coming back from the kitchen I spied a white and grey swirl by my feet. I said, “Wha” out loud and then retraced my footsteps but not seeing anything muttered “It’s okay” and then realized I had an audience and that Ken was watching all this. I quickly got into bed and picked up my laptop. Minutes ticked by and then he said, “Tell me why you are doing this?”  My answer was, “I want to help people, I want to heal them.”

Little KittyOh and that grey and white swirl was my long passed kitty, Little Evel Knievel who was doing a crazy eight at my feet. I will never doubt again.

Adventures

Hero

Gail

Has it been 34 years since you passed away? The impact that you made in this part of the world was phenomenal. Your dream to run across Canada to raise awareness and money to fight cancer started the day you dipped your foot in the Atlantic Ocean April 12, 1980. You called it the Marathon of Hope and it surely was for everyone affected with this insidious disease. Running 5,373 km for 143 days, your goal was to raise $1 for each Canadian and did indeed make it to $23 million for cancer research. Today, all funds raised through your yearly Marathon of Hope worldwide has raised $650 million. No small peanuts. The survival rates have increased with the cure rate at 80 per cent for younger patients and 70 per cent for older people.

So are you my hero? Yes you surely are my friend. What you did took perseverance, a lot of stamina and loads of willpower to keep going each and every day of your run.

Terry Fox Plaze, Vancouver, B.C. Canada
Terry Fox Plaza, Vancouver, B.C. Canada

Terry Fox July 28, 1958- June 28, 1981

Family

A Single Dad Takes a Fatherhood Development Class

Gail

I read it, I loved it. I await to find out how his life turns out. Truly this young man has good intentions and yet I can see myself in him as I was a single parent growing up in the 70’s with a baby I wasn’t ready for. Lucky for me that my mother and stepfather adopted my son. I just wonder if it will get better for Paul and his baby girl. He certainly is trying and that is all you can hope for.

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The last student to arrive for fatherhood class was the only one holding a baby, and a dozen men looked up from their desks to stare. Paul Gayle, 19, had a pink diaper bag hanging off a shoulder decorated with tattoos of marijuana leaves, and a crying 7-month-old in his arms. “Come on, girl, chill out,” Paul said, carrying the baby to a seat in the corner. He offered her a rattle, and she swatted it away. He gave her a bottle, and she only cried louder. Finally, he reached into the diaper bag and took out a pacifier for her and a shot of Goody’s Headache Relief for himself.

“Sorry for the noise, y’all,” he said. “We’re both a little mad at the world today.”

“No problem,” the teacher said. “I’m up here talking about being a dad, and you’re doing it.”

“I’m trying,” Paul said. “But damn.”

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Musing Daily

Nomads

Gail

I was struck by an image this morning as I drove through the city downtown area. High above my peripheral vision on a overpass by an old set of train tracks was an encampment for two. An native woman sitting in the morning sun was folding up blankets while her partner was doing something else. It was a brief moment I had taken this all in and the word “Nomad” came to mind. I cannot imagine what got those two or the many other street people in that situation but it seemed they were making the best of it from my vantage point.

As a child there were times we would load up our wagon, yup you got that right, our wagon and proceed to pilgrimage’s or just to visit but it would take many day’s to make our arrival. My kookum taught me what berry’s to pick and I remember her clearly crushing the choke cherry’s on a rock. I did not know at the time what she was doing but I now know it was for drying meat or so I have been told. We would bring our many blankets, our tent and other provision’s and “camp” out at the relatives. I so loved the camping out and wildly miss it now. I am so happy to have experienced something so simple as this and with two people I dearly loved, my grandmother and grandfather, kookum and moosum!

So I was thinking as I drove away from my morning vision and I thought of the hardiness of some people who can do what it takes, just to get by, to live and maintain. Do not think me naive in my meanderings but know only that I wish people well. It is what it is. I do truly hope that they find the best in there life and that it does get better. That is pretty much the prayer I said under my breathe as I made my way to my home.