As we get well on our way into 2020, it’s become abundantly clear that many on this Earth are not behaving in the best way that they can. In fact, there seems to be an epidemic of awfulness in the world. From Global Warming to Powerful Sociopathic Leaders luring the unconscious to new levels of low on to the Hollywood Elite profiting from ridiculous unnecessary products like candles that smell like a vagina. Yes, these previously unheard of, products, actually sold out. This

As I do every year on New Year’s Eve (you probably do this, too), I think about the last 12-months of my life and contemplate just what went on. Was it a good year? Did some bad things occur? What good things happened? Was I grateful enough? Did I learn anything? Am I a better person or…a worse one? Do I feel grief for anything? What made me smile and what made me weep? Oh… So many laughs and way too many tears. We said goodbye to my best fur friend of 17-years and turned aro

Have you ever wanted a sign from a loved one that has passed over to the other side? Have you ever thought: It would be SO wonderful if I knew they were ok! If you have, you’re not alone and yes, you CAN get messages and signs. I get them all the time. You can, too. It’s easier than you think because all you need to do is ask and be open-minded to the experience. Be specific with the kind of sign you want to receive; pick something that has meaning to both of you. Maybe it’s

This is a hard post to write but many will relate. Our pets are our family and for those of us without children, our Fur Babies. We love them. They love us and more importantly, unconditionally. Just over 16-years ago, I was newly separated from my (now ex) husband. I was renting a little house in Calgary. It was Spring. I volunteered at an organization called the Meow Foundation. It was/still is, a cat rescue place; I came in on Saturdays and cleaned. That place was steriliz

I want to say that it’s a little better with each passing year, and it is…but marginally. I still get taken aback by the rush of grief that spills into my daily routine, unannounced and unwelcomed. The tears still sting and the ache in my heart really isn’t any less. It’s just less often. There are daily reminders of his existence on earth and in my life; I’m grateful for them and accept them with grace. He still is and always will be: the one that got away. Only his ‘away’ w

Are you one of those people whom others call -weird- ? Yeah? I am, too. I grew up thinking I was weird, and for the 1st 23-years of my life, believed that the OBO’s I had when I was a child (out of body experiences) were nothing more than elaborate dreams that taunted me. I was fascinated with extraterrestrials (I blame my dad for getting me hooked in Star Trek when I was three) and ghosts. Anything paranormal was interesting and wonderful. Faeries? I believed in them! Magic?

If you’re like me, the moment you wake up in the morning, you start to think about all the things you have to do for the day. Sometimes, there’s worry. Worry about things that may or may not happen. Often our thoughts are rather negative. I’ve been doing a little experiment. Instead of thinking about all the things that could go wrong, I ask one question: What’s the BEST thing that can happen today? Then, I get all excited about all sorts of wonderful things that can happen,

Can you believe it? Nearly another year has passed. 2018 will soon, slide into 2019 in a silent hush, and humans will pause in the moment, then brace for another rally with themselves. Aren’t we a funny species? So much fear amid so much love for our very own. I hope I live to see the day when the realization sets in that we are all one; the differences we fight about are pointless and non-valid. I think this will be the last Christmas for some in my life; notably my nearly 1

Today is Thanksgiving, in Canada. In typical Canadian, fashion, we don’t make much of a fuss about it. Canadians, quietly take the day off, spend time with family and stuff our faces with turkey and all the trimmings. That’s usually about it. My own immediate family doesn’t even celebrate it because growing up in a mostly European household, it just wasn’t done. We do have a Football match, but I can tell you I don’t know anyone who is actually watching it. Perhaps it’s the c

It’s been a while since I’ve had the energy to write a blog post and I thought the reasons why (anxiety/stress/fear/grief) would be a good topic, and how we need to look after ourselves during difficult times. Maybe you’re one of those people; you know, that person whom everyone else relies upon. The Dependable One. Is this sounding familiar? You are that individual that people turn to when times are tough. Maybe someone has lost a family member, or your neighbour was in an a

When I connect to spirit during a reading, most often it’s instant, but not always. As a conduit and messenger, the information that I get doesn’t always make sense to me and that is because the information is not meant for my benefit, it’s meant for my client’s. During the process, I often ask if I’m on the right track. If my client says yes, or nods, I keep going. If they stop me and say no – I try again. Psychics are not magical beings; we’re humans and just like anyone el

Think of the last time you failed at something. I’m going to bet you can recall it in great detail. In fact, I know you play the entire scenario in your mind, over and over; a mini movie that you pause at certain intervals to capture and digest all of the littlest details. We analyse our failures with incredible precision to see how/why we didn’t make better choices. We do a lot of: If onlys and what ifs. If only I didn’t do that, this other thing wouldn’t have happened. If o

It's odd how we count the days/months and then years after someone passes over to the other side. I think the passage of time leaves little tick marks that dig deep into our hearts to remind us that although it still hurts like hell…we’re still here. Life on earth goes on without them. We endure the absence of these loved ones in our daily lives and if you’re like me, their presence is never far away. Even as the years pass by, our missed people still linger in our thoughts a

I’ve been writing a bunch of words and coming up with all sorts of themes but I haven’t managed to birth a decent blog post in awhile. I’m hoping this one will see the light of day. If you’re reading it, clearly there was a winner. There’s so much going on at the moment in this crazy, beautiful world of ours but I keep seeing a recurring one, that being, judging others. We do this all the time to each other and to people whom we don’t know and have no idea what their story is

When we picture money in our lives (especially a windfall) we feel all giddy about what we can get for ourselves, what adventures we can afford and all of the potential GOOD we can do with it. So it stands to reason that having money = happiness, right? No. In fact, although money is an essential means of existence and to ‘not’ have it can and does cause unhappiness…it’s not money in itself that creates happiness or negates it. Let’s be clear. Money is nothing but a medium of

Mirror, mirror on the wall... How each of us see our world is different according to our own perception – our own reality of the physical world. My truth is different from your truth, although we may have many commonalities. But to see the world (my, world) through MY eyes is different than seeing it from yours. The issues with these misalignments of truth, is what sparks the debates of our own unique view of life. You see things this way and I see things that way. Both, ac

Over the past decade or so (probably a bit longer) I’ve been obsessed with personal growth. I decided long ago that I wanted to be the best possible ‘me’ that I could during my stint on Earth. I do believe that you can reinvent yourself every new day and every moment, you can choose whom you want to be. Before you think I’m standing on a soapbox, pointing to my halo – I’m very, very far from Sainthood. That said, if we are conscious of who we are and who we want to become, we

Welcome to 2018. Here we are, again, looking down the road of yet another year and posing the same questions of ourselves, as we do every year: Will I be happy? Will I be safe? Will I be loved? Will I have enough money? Will I accomplish what I want to? All of these questions bubble up within us like anvil clouds before a massive thunderstorm. They build and grow; becoming worries that sometimes expands into anxiety. It seems every year becomes more surreal and more difficult

Every December, I marvel at how on earth it got to be ‘December’ so quickly. Suddenly Christmas is sneaking up on us and then, another New Year. As busy adults, the years fly by at a reckless pace. At least, it seems that way. We prioritize, summarize, organize and generalize. It can be the same story every year at this time but does it have to be? It used to be for me; I’d race through December tripping over myself and come barreling through into the next year; ready or n

A while ago, I took a little writing course. One of the exercises I had to do was write a letter to myself (from my future self), one that I'd read, back in time. Of course, I had to choose the most difficult day of my entire life to send this letter to: the day after Brian took his life. I found this exercise most powerful and healing. I will incorporate this into my Coaching sessions as I think it's valuable to people. Feel free to give it a try. May 12, 2017 Hello me, It’s