fiercely gentle

Facilitating the Pathways to Soul Wisdom Retreat this past weekend, we were challenged.

You have gathered enough! How many books have you read already!? You are guilty, yes, guilty of this Gathering. Why guilty? Because you are not present enough with the Innocence. Sure, you will keep learning and seeking, that is natural, but begin turning within first, within more. Give yourself more space to experience and less time to grasp or do it right.

Like a mom with her baby, today: feed when hungry, change diaper when soiled, comfort when crying, celebrate the little things like a coo, cry or crawl. Tomorrow would you say, "I already fed you! I changed your diaper yesterday so why should I change it again today!" No. Do not wait for 'it' to be done...to be 'there.' Be authentically present to your life, like a mom to her baby, every day.

This invitation, and the experiences we were guided to (by the council of grandmothers), was "fiercely gentle" as one participant described it. Accepting everything as it is, accepting ourselves as we are now, paradoxically, is the way to change. Embracing everything. Looking forward to challenges. Over and over during the weekend there was spaciousness. Not explanations. Not fixing. Not solving. And in the spaciousness, in just being, so much was done. Oh, so much.

I am immensely, noticeably different. And I experience the change without excitement. Just is.

queen mum at the chiropractor & my nagging frustration with names

With tears in her eyes, the administrative assistant at the chiropractor's office pointed to a picture of her grandmother on her desk and we both knew silently that she passed away. "Last night," was all she could say.

I went and got my adjustment and got the sense of a bold woman with big energy around her head, really wide at the head, unusually wide. And the name "...izzie" or something similar. I felt I didn't quite have it but close enough. The energy was there, but very subtle.

On the way out, I stopped by the desk, and since we've talked and shared about intuition lots of times, I asked, "I'm getting a name, something like, 'izzie, ozzie'. Is that what your grandmother is called, or did she have a nickname for you?"

"Yeah. Her name is Dottie." Yup. Somewhat close, not on the money, but close enough to connect which is all that matters. (I noticed that I hadn't really asked for louder, clearer or clarification...should do that next time.)

She went on to share about how wonderful her grandmother is and how lucky she was to know her. Then she told me they all called her Queen Mum and she always wore big hats. Ahhh..that explains the unusual energy I felt around her head. Funny. She says she wishes that when she gets pregnant some day she would be able to share it with her grandmother.

"I think your grandmother wants you to know she's here, sweetheart. She knows. She will know when it happens. She's still here."

The woman smiled.

I left happy to help with the connection. But honestly, I also felt this nagging frustration about names. Sometimes they are so clear with accents! I want to practice this listening. But whatever works....

sonia's papa visited during a reading

Our loved ones want us to know they are with us in spirit and love us. Our family roots are strong in us. I remember when I didn't want to pass on messages like the one below. Now I love it. A few clients recently told me that I am their own Lisa Williams. Glad to serve.

One day, a client says she feels spirits around her and always has. She wonders what I see about her deceased loved ones.

"Hmm. Not getting much. In fact, it feels really far away and not really connected to you. I don't really feel a message for you the way I usually do. It's different. Hmm. Here is what I do see:

I see a Papa. He's at the head of a table. Papa. There's a woman with a needle also, she's sewing. And there's something about writing. There are others. It's a big table, like a feast. He's leaning in, curiously, with his shoulder towards me, and rubbing his chin some. He's direct. Curious. Strong. Even giving orders. Barking. But positively, not negatively. He doesn't feel connected to you. Not sure who he is. But he's showing himself to me. He wants us to know he'll always be here and will always look out for the family. And that the family is HUGE."

Client leaves. A few hours later I learn that the father of one of my teachers, Sonia Choquette's Papa, had just passed away. I passed the message on to her. I think he wanted her to know how big the family is now. She's touched so many people. Not so sure why I'm sharing it today, almost a year later...but I guess a few of you out there will benefit from knowing this story. I sure loved visiting with him. What a gem.

Deceased loved ones have many ways of communicating with us.
Dream visits. Visits to others to confirm to us. Clairvoyantly. Clairaudiently. Moving objects or turning on/off electrical items in home. Animals...

Do you connect with loved ones in spirit? How?

on a not so serious note

I did a couple readings for a mom whose daughter died recently. She wanted to, and we did, communicate with her daughter.

I wish the mom could feel, hear and see what I'm seeing. There's the mom, there's the daughter...they are on different planes, in different bodies...but I'm looking at their consciousness and their purpose and their connection and the beautiful interchange between them. I wish she could see how thin the boundary really is.

I enjoyed myself. I could hear the daughter's accent and feel her bright, mischievious and purposeful spirit. And the mom's spirit is so vibrant even in the midst of this sadness.

My teacher said my job is to just 'show up' and do what I do, be who I am. That's all I did. No more important than any other reading, no less important than any other reading. In fact, this person was experiencing significantly less distress than many who ask questions about relationships, career, moving, health and the like.

I think the mom, like many of my clients, is moving towards this thinner boundary. I think she'll be instrumental in others noticing this, as well. Bright spot on my day to see anyone tackling grief with such grace.