singing hey jealousy before it plays on the radio

Driving with my son. He starts singing an old song, 'Hey Jealousy.' Seemingly randomly.

A few minutes later, the song 'Hey Jealousy' plays on the radio. Chad remarks, "I was just singing that!" He looks at me with his jaw dropped open. He doesn't think it is a coincidence.

"Yup. Interesting how that happens, eh. When we have a synchronicity like that, it is just a way for our intuition to get our attention. Something about that song has meaning for you. And, hello, you are soooo psychic. Why are you surprised!?! Giggle."

We had been talking the last few days about a challenge with another person. And I think jealousy makes perfect sense. I think the insight is helping him see how the other person is hurting. Hopefully the next precognitive song suggests actions.

Songs can be a great way for intuition to get our attention. Ask for intuitive guidance, be open to it through song. I bet it's happened for a lot of you, too?? What songs or situations?

a connected cow & me & you

In celebration of this 100th post, I'd like to share a story of interconnectedness & gratitude for sharing this space with you....

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At dinner last night, as Chad and I delighted in a scrumptious meal, we were acknowledging all those who made it possible. And in moments such as these, our sense of interdependence, rather than independence or dependence, is clear.

cow farmer, butcher, vet, rice farmer, soybean farmer, shallot farmer, dijon mustard farmers, wine makers and workers, orange farmers, garlic farmers, olive oil farmers-makers- and bottlers, baker, flour maker, factory line workers, engineers-builders-runners of the machines that process and package the raw food, marketer who prepares packaging, cargo loaders, truckers, civil engineers who designed roads, those who built the roads, those who created the machines that built the roads, those who built the machines that helped build the roads, stock clerks, creators and builders of grocery checkout machines, bagger, architect/superintendent/carpenters/electricians/plumbers/painters/and others who make the grocery store where we can easily access our food, accountants and operations staff, human resources support, managers...

....and this list continued for several more minutes to include even those who made the plates and glasses from which we ate...and then we thanked the exquisite man who prepared the yummy steak ahead of time for us (to which Chad said it is RIDICULOUS how good it is), and Chad thanked me for preparing it (and telling me it is one of the best meals he ever had...thank goodness since last night's was the worst, no offense, tee hee)...

....and each of their mothers and fathers who made their lives possible, and their mothers, and their fathers....

We soften, as we recognize our connection to each other.

Thank you for sharing this space with me, for touching me with your emails, comments, lives. Thank you for passing this love on to all those you touch.

i don't really want to shuffle

About 4 years ago I brought a guy I was seeing to meet my son who was 10 at the time. We decided to play cards. After a hand, my son Chad gave me the cards to let me shuffle.

"You want to learn to shuffle?" my friend asks Chad.

"No, thanks," Chad responds politely.

"Seriously. It's not hard. I can teach you."

"No thanks." Chad replies again.

"Oh! But shuffling is great! It's a great feeling and you have control of the game and you don't have to wait for anyone to shuffle for you. It's easy. I can teach it to you in 2 minutes."

"No. I really don't care. I don't want to shuffle. I just want to play cards."

More requests that turn to prodding, until Chad finally says lets play cards and my friend stops.

All the while, I'm observing the interaction, noticing the clear intent of my friend to help, yet also seeing he was pushing and not accepting Chad's answer. I wondered, does he think Chad is weak for not trying? Why is he pushing so hard? I didn't intervene as Chad clearly was able to take care of this himself.

But I also noticed that if this particular person had done that to me, I would have been "back off! are you criticizing me? why do you care? why aren't you listening to what I want?" While those comments have some truth, Chad's way was is so much purer.

Later that evening, my friend's remark surprised me. "I wish I were like him. I'm so impressed. He's so sure of himself and what he wants. And was completely clear about it."

The clearer and truer we are in our self, the less we are swayed by pressure out of insecurity or to please another and so we don't act defensively or reactively. Yet another way I am grateful to learn from Chad when he simply says, "no thanks."

peek at my parenting cards

Want a sneak peek of the parenting oracle & activity cards? Check them out.

It's a 44 card set to raise kids to live intuitively & true to their spirit. It's full of activities balanced across the four elements, body-mind-heart-spirit. They go to print in next few months.

Let me know what you think!

aspirations not dreams

Been reading to my 14 year old son The Last Lecture, with a theme of achieving childhood dreams.

The obvious mom question to Chad was:

"So, what are your dreams?"

"Aspirations. Not dreams, Mom. I only have one really. To be happy." Chad is clear. "Well, it would be fantastic to run Nintendo, I suppose. Well, maybe not run it, but be the game idea person. Not the person doing the drawings, but the person supervising. The one with the ideas and people telling me how they won't work. But they do work. That would be fun."

No need for me to coach. Just to learn. Know who you are.

Is 'be happy' too simple, too vague?

Motto: aspire vs perspire

will timmy and eloise breakup?

Driving to school today, my son tells me about 'another irony.' "I told friends yesterday that Clayton and Ashley would break up real soon. And everybody said there was no way because they were doing so well (after all...they've been going out a long time...a whole month!). And guess what. They broke up yesterday."

"Hmmm. So you knew."

"YEH. I knew. I don't know how. But I knew. I always seem to get things like that," he continues.

That's how it works for me often, too. I just know. I know it as clear as I know my name. I just know. No logic. No reason. No evidence. But I know. It's called claircognizance (clear knowing) but whatever. It feels a lot like a thought, but it's not. If you pay attention, you will even begin to notice how that kind of 'knowing' is a different flavor.

He left the car by saying, "Well. Part of what I know is also that Timmy and Eloise will breakup within 2 weeks. We'll see."

As I drive off, I recall Chad "informing" me months back that I really ought to breakup with some guys quicker. Once you know, you know. Haha.

Point of interest: middle schoolers teach me how to breakup

UPDATE FROM CHAD. Yup. I called it. They broke up. No one else saw it coming and thought they had a really good relationship. But I called it.

my name is bill

"You can call me Bill," my son Chad tells his science teacher on the first day of 8th grade science.

The teacher pauses. "Bill? Are you sure?"

"Yup. Call me Bill." Chad assures him.

Sensing something's off, the teacher asks the class if there is anyone who can confirm his name is Bill. When Chad tells me the story, he boasts, "Mom! You wouldn't believe it!! 3 people in the class raised their hands!!"

"Bill is an unusual nickname for someone named Chad. Are you sure you want to be called Bill for the rest of the year, cuz I'll call you that if you want," his teacher jokes.

When I asked Chad why he did it, he told me, "Why not!? I mean, what's it going to hurt to be called Bill 2 hours a week for a year."

Afterall, he didn't pick his own name, so why not try on a new one.

His dad was not pleased. I laughed my head off. Chad requested I support him on back-to-school night. When I met the teacher I smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Chad's mom. You know, Bill. Thanks for letting him do this little social experiment with his name."

Teacher was great. He didn't care. Told me he'd call him whatever he wanted and he wasn't disrupting anything.

Great attitude. Change your hair. Change your name. Change your clothes. Change your attitude. Try on something new. Yeah, Bill.

Motto: Shake it up a little.

Yes. I drew that picture.

what clock did i create...comeon...be psychic

"What clock did I create?" my son asked me of his shop (ahem, excuse me, technical education) project. "Come on! Guess! Be psychic."

"Oh. I dunno. I don't usually get stuff like that, sweets. I get more life lessons and stuff like that." I replied.

"Oh, Momma. Yes, you do. Just guess."

Breath. "Fire!" I said. (knowing most of the kids made footballs, seemed unlikely)

"Could be," he replied. "Guess again."

"Fire!" I insisted.

"Guess again," he replied again.

"Okay then. A campfire! A candle with a flame! A ball of fire! Red. Golden?!"

"Yup," he admits with a chuckle.

"Really? Ha! Fun! What exactly is the wood clock you made?"

"A comet! It's a red ball of fire. haha, Mom! Told you that you do see things like that."

Motto: Play psychic games. Be surprised.

that leaf left his family

I recall my son's younger days, when a walk by a tree's falling leaves in the autumn drew the empathic remark, "Ohhh. Look. That leaf left his family."

Such connection with the natural world.

I remember showing him the water crystals work of Dr Masuro Emoto (the effects of words and intentions on water) which drew a remarkably different response from adults than from him.


Adults logical comments were:
--has this experiment been successfully replicated?
--interesting implications if humans are 70% water
--how did he take pictures of water crystals?
--is this true of snow flakes? etc.

My son's response:
--"I feel sorry for that water."
--"Why would someone write hate?"
--"Of course the water would not like it."

I look for proof. My son knows.


Several stories about the nature of highly intuitive children are captured in Doreen Virtue's book, Crystal Children. I met Doreen and we spoke of my son and I sent her a few stories that she included in the book. In fact, my mom heard her speak once and she told a couple of my son's stories.

Motto: Notice children notice simple truths.

as a kid i 'just knew it'

Doing a bunch of house cleaning/clearing and lightening the load. Came across a folder with old notes and cards.

Several times I saw comments I wrote to others, such as:

• "I just KNEW it"
• "I just KNEW it"
• "I don't know where I got these notecards. They were just in my desk. They just appeared. But aren't they cute!"
• "I just KNEW it"

Worth a giggle.

Still pitched the folder and a dozen other bags of old stuff I just don't need anymore. As sweet as the giggle was, it isn't worth the weight or space of that folder.

Motto as of late: Travel lightly

giggling at gum

Standing in line to get a lovely cup of chai latte, oh my treat, I see a girl giggling and jumping up and down. Simply because she was going to get a piece of gum. Oh, the thrill with her arms reached to the sky in anticipation.
Raw. Pure. No holding back.

I giggled too. And when I got my chai, I smiled wide in eagerness and sipped it as the delicacy it is to me. I just can't get the milk steamed quite like this. I gave thanks for a few things, like the ability to delight in something frivolous like chai latte on occasion, as well as my son and friends and the cool air and my favorite jeans with the holes ripped in the knees and my dog that is calming down and....

People remark to me sometimes that I'm like a little girl. I believe it is meant as a compliment...but I take it that way none the less. I hope that with each passing day I become simultaneously younger and older, with perfect harmony between the two. Caring less and less what others think, laughing more at myself, being more present in the moment. Giggling at gum. Chai cheers to that....

you're too independent you know

My son reminded me again, in his perfect timing, of something to pay attention to now.

There's an area in my life where I need to make some corrections and get on track. Was mediating in the am on some ways to do this. One of the messages was to allow myself to receive help, which I quickly did a 'yeah, right, this is my problem let me deal with it' attitude, but I'll do the other things that came up.

Well in the evening, I was talking to my son about getting him to and from soccer. He suggested I let someone else drive him. I said, "No. I'll do it." He looked at me, in the 'wise eyes' mode, and said, "You are being too independent. You really should let others help you." I told him it's no big deal I can drive him. He again, in sage mode, said, "No. I mean about everything. You really should let people help you more."

Funny. I'm so willing to help others. I have to be willing to receive as well as give. Receive in areas where I can use support and give in the areas where I can support others. It's so obvious. I was thinking more of a one-to-one correlation on the topics of giving and receiving, but time, money, love, teaching are all energy and can all exchange for each other. Duh.

I'm letting someone who offered to help me, help me.

Do you give more? Or receive more? How are you balancing independence and interdependence in your life?

got "snagged" by son's intuition

Intense that one was. My psychic son knew what was happening (totally snagged me) in a 'delicate' situation and called me out on it very directly with a question. If I'm not straight with him, I risk shutting his intuition down...that's a no-no...if I'm straight with him, oh, man, there's going to be some explaining to do. Is he really ready to know the truth about this topic?

"Yup, you're right on. That is what's happening." I tell him.

If he's old enough to get it intuitively, he's old enough to talk about it. So we did. Like it or not.

you feel better now, momma, right?

After lugging heavy boxes up the stairs, I sat on the end of the couch stretching my back out a bit. My 5 year old son scootches over on the couch and puts his hands against my lower back. With all his concentration he focuses his energy on his hands. “What are you doing?” I asked.

He says matter of factly, “You feel better now, don’t you.” Amazingly, I did. My back was warm and soothed. I had no more pain there. This was before I knew of energy healing. And certainly before he could have learned about it anywhere else. I thought it was sweet he wanted to help. And wondered if maybe he’d be a doctor some day. Now I know he just naturally knew he could send energy to heal. Amazing.

a detour home from school

Driving my son home from school I felt suddenly pulled to look back over my shoulder and to my right in the trees off the side off the side of the road. There was a young boy standing there, shivering, back in the trees. I turned around and pulled over. It was pouring rain and this boy was standing in the trees crying. I asked my son to come with me so it would put the boy more at ease and we walked through the grass, over to the trees and to the boy.

“Hi there. Sure is raining hard. This is my son Chad. I bet you don’t usually stand out in the rain. Can Chad help you get back to your daycare or house with an adult?”

The boy’s crying slowed and he shared his name. He was no more than 6 years old and had gone home accidentally instead of day care and was locked out of his house. We found out the name of his daycare which was actually not that far from where we were. We decided to walk there, even though it was pouring, so the boy wouldn’t have to get in our car…not a good idea with a stranger. We walked him inside and found his teacher who knew him. He smiled, turned to go change out of wet clothes and go play.

I know my sixth sense drew me to that boy when I wouldn’t normally look there. It was nice sharing that experience with Chad. He has such a calm way about him and put the boy right at ease.

the son feels his chakras, so mom will believe

Is all this energy stuff really true, I wondered. Chakras. Auras. I don’t see them. But there are pictures from thousands of years ago of it in different cultures. All these disciplines with meridians. Curious. How can you possibly know. I was telling my son, who was about 6 at the time, what I was learning. “Some say we are all made up of energy, everything is made up of this same energy and it vibrates. And in the body, it centers in certain areas called chakras, so some say. And some people can see this energy around the body and they call it an aura. And some people can even see and feel the chakras. I can’t. Maybe you can.”

He lays back on the bed and says, “Let’s see. Here’s one,” as his touches his head. Then he proceeds to scan his hand 3 inches above his body, stopping at each point where he felt a chakra. And guess what. It’s exactly what the book said.

I laughed. “Um. I guess it is real.” What a teacher he is to me. I opened up after that. Now I feel and see them, too.