...and suddenly, we are perched on the trembling edge of Fall. Now is a good time to consider whether your year has been what you've expected it to be so far...and what you plan to do with the remainder. How can you give yourself access to the time and resources that you need? How can you pay more attention to the needs that you have?

These are ongoing questions fit for more than just the time when the fissure between seasons is preparing to open, and the old month goes tumbling in.

In these days, with the wind and rain (and maybe soon, the snow) prepared to lash us: be careful, be safe, and stay dry. I will be thinking of you. And remember, you can always use your tools (meditation, visioning, chanting, etc.) to make your mind a better place to live.

I offer free meditation gatherings as a tool to help harness the power of the moment. I have previously called it the delirious deliciousness of now.

The fact is that we can only receive the richness of the moment's gifts if we are actually present in it. If we are triggered by trauma, submerged in pain, sorrow or other emotional anguish, diverted by anger, or mired in the past, then we miss the power of the moment.

Meditation can help us to find a way through, so that we can be squarely in the moment. It can't erase those other frequencies, but we can learn to coexist with them, and still find peace.

And so. Every month, I offer these gatherings. We sit some, we visualize some, and we play some. There are many ways to find the dynamic stillness, and we will explore many of them.

You are cordially invited to join in. (June's gathering is tonight at 6.)

Today is Memorial Day. Today, let us spend some time remembering those who have gone before us, whether or not our lives touched directly in ways that are apparent to us.

I remember my father's sister, who loved Sonic and often took us four children there for a treat, despite her limited income. I smile as I drink a cherry limeade in her memory..

I remember my father's other sister, who had a thousand different ways to do my sister's and my hair. She also eventually took me to get my very first Jheri curl. (It was a mistake of epic proportions.)

I remember my father's brother, who told us silly stories and showed zero remorse at the frustration he caused in my grandmother's household. He knew he was funny.

I remember my grandmother, who always spoke to us as though we were rational and intelligent, even when we were very young and out of our minds, as all small children are.

And I remember to give thanks for Thomas Edison and his life, because I appreciate electricity. Also in this category: I give thanks for the lives of all the people responsible for heating and cooling.

I give thanks for our forebears, who chronicled their lifetimes, so that we know how they lived, struggled and celebrated. I appreciate knowing their thoughts, and understanding the lessons they shared.

I give thanks for pioneers in social justice and religious freedom and medicine.

I give thanks for the people who work to shelter and protect the rest of us. Their hours are many, and the thanks they hear are few.

I give thanks for those who believe, and who don't believe.

I give thanks for those who know their talent, and those who feel they have none.

I give thanks for us all: for every life that has danced and skipped and rolled across this big, blue marble.

There are so many lives to be thankful for. We have all lived here, on this gorgeous rock, under the illusion that our days and nights are secret. There is no denying that our lives track together; we are bound to one another, closer than blood.

We are connected, and nothing changes that--not time and space; not death; not circumstances.

I hope that your Memorial Day was filled with memories and introspection; with joy and connection; and that you spent some time in the sunshine, filling up your cup with joy.

Remember: we do live forever, in each other's hearts and memories. Go make more.

Today was the Ides of March, which, you may recall, was a really unfortunate day for Julius Caesar. Thanks to some fine writers and other artists of his era, we still talk about it today.

There are a number of signs, signals, or entire days that the stories of our faith, ethnicity, or other macro-/micro- culture(s) tell us are up to no good. (Examples: Friday the 13th is bad, Halloween is spooky, Mondays are out to get you, and so on.) But the truth is this: we don't have to believe that the meaning is what any of those groups say it must be. We get to decide for ourselves.

It is worth remembering that our abilities to independently interpret and assign meaning are among the talents that place Homo sapiens at the top of the food chain. It can only work to our benefit to use them.

We don't have to be afraid, or angry, or to have any particular emotion, just because our culture tells us to. If we choose to experience or express those emotions, let it be because they came over us organically. But let's lay down the shame around them. (Everybody on this side of the daisies has feelings. Feelings are fine.)

My point is that we can live freer, happier lives when we are clear about the distinction between our own thoughts and the ideas that are imposed on us. It's always better when we know the workings of our own minds...and when we are intimately familiar with that which we desire for ourselves.

Only when we know what we want do we become capable of manifesting it. Isn't it time to give yourself permission to unveil your inner wish list?

Today was the Ides of March, which, you may recall, was a really unfortunate day for Julius Caesar. Thanks to some fine writers and other artists of his era, we still talk about it today.

There are a number of signs, signals, or entire days that the stories of our faith, ethnicity, or other macro-/micro- culture(s) tell us are up to no good. (Examples: Friday the 13th is bad, Halloween is spooky, Mondays are out to get you, and so on.) But the truth is this: we don't have to believe that the meaning is what any of those groups say it must be. We get to decide for ourselves.

It is worth remembering that our abilities to independently interpret and assign meaning are among the talents that place Homo sapiens at the top of the food chain. It can only work to our benefit to use them.

We don't have to be afraid, or angry, or to have any particular emotion, just because our culture tells us to. If we choose to experience or express those emotions, let it be because they came over us organically. But let's lay down the shame around them. (Everybody on this side of the daisies has feelings. Feelings are fine.)

My point is that we can live freer, happier lives when we are clear about the distinction between our own thoughts and the ideas that are imposed on us. It's always better when we know the workings of our own minds...and when we are intimately familiar with that which we desire for ourselves.

Only when we know what we want do we become capable of manifesting it. Isn't it time to give yourself permission to unveil your inner wish list?

I was contacted by an editor at Huffington Post, who requested that I share my psychic vision for the winner of the Super Bowl. They did this with psychics all across the nation, and used the composite to create their final thoughts.

This was my first national exposure as a psychic, and it was quite a lot of fun. (You may be aware that I am barely sports-adjacent, let alone sports-*aware*.)

The article is HERE

You can see my prediction by clicking on the state of Maryland.

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