Intuition, Story Teller

Was that the wind?

I was always a very independent child, able to look out for herself. I had this sense of responsibility to myself growing up almost with no adult supervision. Don’t get me wrong, mom was kind of there but working and then tired or out for the night with friends. I was often left with babysitter’s, relatives, or my favorite, my grandparents until grandmother passed away. I have memories of me as a small child being pushed through a window as the babysitter had lost the keys and the window suddenly slamming down on my poor baby fingers slicing the tip. My mother coming in a rush after the doctor’s stitched and bandaged me up. Mad, she was.

The babysitters were not very reliable and often mean to a little 4-5 year old. I had one even pull a knife and had me cornered. My heart thumping and thinking my little life was over, very frightened and scared and wanting mom. I got out of that with my humor and likability. Cuteness has its ways. After that I was always trying to be ahead of what the other person might attempt to do with me and I wasn’t about to let that happen. Even at that young age. So I think on this and know that is when the intuition kicked in. When there was that tightness in my tummy, that was my warning signal. I have always had that.

Mom had divorced my real father and re-married shortly after and we then moved into a 1935 bungalow with a half dirt basement with an old stone furnace that made a whoosing sound every time it turned on. I shared a bedroom with my older cousin down there and at times the air space was comfy and at times my spidey senses were on high alert. I would scramble to my mother, practically skinning my knees on the stairs to get to her, to tell her that something was staring at me or I would feel a cool breeze rush by. I was told that I was imagining all this, to stop reading my crazy books about fairies and such and get back to bed. If only I could go back and tell that little girl that it was alright, to tell what ever, spirit wise, that it should go away. This went on for many years and even when my stepfather renovated the basement and made it quite livable there was still a cold spot once in a while, always in the same place. I was never so happy in my life when I moved out on my own never to have to think of ways to avoid the basement. The memory is long and these are important times in my life that make me wonder how as a child that I relied on my own spirit to get me through those days. But it is what it is and I am who I am for it. There are many instances about nightmares, things that go bump in the night and just knowing, but I leave that for another day.6 or 7 year old me~

Love

Brand New Day

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, Musing Daily

Storyteller

I cannot even imagine what my mother went through having a grandiose storytelling child because I was that girl. My storytelling came to be the lament’s that I made to mother and then accusing me of tattling even before a situation even happened. Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself at the time and just knowing how it was all going to play out. At home I was the one that got it faster than the adults and for that I was accused of sneaking around and the question, “How did she know that?”  We had two phones in our home and did always sneakily pick up to listen when there was something going on in the family. Of course I would get caught and Mom always figured that how I was getting my information. Well some of it was because of that. Some of it was just to be nosy.

Always writing long stories and passing them around to my friends just to get a laugh. My dream then was to be a writer. Reading was my passion and I always had a book in my hand albeit not a math or science one but the one’s about travelling all over the world. Book’s about faerie’s, angel’s, troll’s, animal’s, love, people from other countries and friendship. The library was my haven and I would walk the five blocks just to see and read as many as I could. Losing myself in that big world of imagination and wonder. It seemed as I was in a dream state and wanted to be like that all the time. My imagination or rather my intuition got me through my childhood.

In school I can remember sitting at my desk looking out the window and daydreaming and would have done this if they had a class for it. I am sure I would have been a A+ student. Math was always a hard one for me as we had to work out everything on the board and yet I knew the answer and couldn’t find the in between or details to write it on the chalk board. So instead of being encouraged for being right which I knew, the accusation of cheating would come up. I just didn’t know at the time how the answer came to be. It just was! I always felt I had to defend myself from questioning teachers, my mother, friends and later on my world. Like that little fish swimming upstream. It was so tiring.

And now I see that the gift of writing and imagination, reading and storytelling really had great meaning. Think about it. Perseverance is another one of mankind’s greatest strength. You keep at it and it pay’s off. I understand and see it all, my life in a different light. Storytelling has become a big part of my life as well. I am comfortable when I am at the forefront. Not to show off but to drive home a point or to bring humor. No longer do I seek people to shove my views down there throat. That serves no purpose. And my friends I have many, many stories about my past history to tell so that you may relate and possibly learn or laugh. Books

Crystal Clear

When

When I was married I use to change my or rather our living space with replacement of curtains or the mere movement of the big sofa or even the whole living room. The ex husband would walk into the house and it would take him aback but he soon grew use to it. And so it is with the new themes that I customize on my blog. Looking for that perfect fit for this gal. So much to choose from and so loving it.

Aside from the theme changing I have been really on the go with many projects happening in my life. The photography biz is starting to pick up from which I am very happy for that. My classes for my intuition is also opening my mind and everything is becoming clearer. It’s great when you have a mentor to show you the way and the understanding makes sense to me now. Everything in my past life has certainly helped me grow into the woman that I am with many changes, good and bad. I can always look back and say, “When I was a child.” or “When I was a young girl.” I use all these experiences in my life and see it for what it is. To make informed decisions based on that. I also use this in my intuitive readings because again it comes from an understanding. My Auntie who I also call my mentor when it comes to my gift has told me that being street wise would also help me. I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about but I do get that now. Having someone say that it’s always been in you made no sense to me. And then maybe it did. I have put all the pieces of my puzzle together and I found me!

When I was younger and not knowing I would dwell in the past..a lot. It really got me no where and I know this now. I suppose I wasted time trying to figure life out but I finally get it! I always am trying to encourage my other half about being present because we miss so much when we are not. Looking forward to the adventure in my life and the road that I am on and the people that I have encountered. I see it for what it is and happy that it is all behind me, like in my back pocket.

Intuition, Letter Writer, Universe

Memo

I have noticed of late how busy you are and that you delight in this adventure of your life. Learning too from like minded people that have seemingly been drawn to you. See how it works when you envision your desires and dreams? And when you redirect your thoughts from judging to just letting it go. Your journey, your business. There journey, there business. And that bit about being a peacemaker, well my girl you got to let that go. You cannot make everyone happy.

I note that you also getting it and that it was always in you from the start. You call it Realization or what you love to call, your Aha moments. Keep at it all the meditations as it will keep you grounded, calm and all that great stuff that goes with it. And above all, Listen!

With All My Love, The Universe

Story Teller

Presently Here

Good story that goes along with being present in time. My other half and I went to Honolulu this past spring and I had asked only one small thing beforehand from him. The man works long hours and as such his mind can travel to past & future thinking of all that needs to be done. I on the other hand wanted to be relaxed and not think of anything to do with my active life. This little voice popped into my head a few days before we were to take off on that big old plane and that is what it said…Present!

So my request was this. Just to be present, not to utter anything worrying thing in our mind and to enjoy the moment. We thoroughly enjoyed every sight we did see and the days flew by. It was idyllic! Last day there he turns to me and says, “I just have to say that I really did as you asked and I had a really great time and will remember all of this but I am so ready to get home!” I told him same and I said did you notice people driving around the city looked unhappy or maybe lost in thought would be better to say. I said that probably they were thinking of there bills or the packages to be delivered and what they had to do next or thinking of something that happened last night, yesterday, last year. Busy, busy, busy in there minds in paradise. I know being in the here and now really fills up your time so to speak. You get to drink in all the sights and sounds of the day. I can only tell you that we two had smiles plastered on our faces and were grateful for all that happened and the people we met and the food that we ate and that is because we were present!

Honolulu, HI

Story Teller

Faces

10334455_683266788376788_273173251969449275_nOne early morning my other half & I had left our morning breakfast spot and had just received some not too great news & were trying to digest this. One of his family members was having life trouble and it was a quiet & very somber drive home. We both looked up and seen this image in the clouds and he quickly told me to snap a photo. My other half is a very reality driven person, he see’s black & white so I was surprised by his reaction. We both agreed there was a face in the cloud who resembled his father looking none to pleased. His father had passed from cancer 3 years previous. “Perhaps” I said, “He is here to support you concerning your daughter, but he doesn’t look to happy about it either” The other half also asked me to send it to his sister to get her reaction who also agreed that it looked like there dad.

The other half doesn’t say much to about stuff like this but accepts with what he can see. His sister on the other hand is like me and it gives her solace and faith and that my friends is a good thing.