
Have you ever wondered what it would feel like if you were eternally accompanied by someone who loves you as deeply as you love him or her? Someone who ‘has your back’ and is always available to provide advice and guidance?

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like if you were eternally accompanied by someone who loves you as deeply as you love him or her? Someone who ‘has your back’ and is always available to provide advice and guidance?
Every eve is All Hallows Eve as far as we are concerned. Yes, we can move through swiftly when the veil is at its thinnest. However, we can move through swiftly and effortlessly anytime providing our conduit, our medium is open, ready to receive and able to get out of her way.
As we prepare to return to school and step into the spirit of academia once again, I wonder if it has ever crossed your mind as to who is teaching whom? I’m referring, specifically, to schooling with spirit.
If you were able to control your own destiny – fully – in every aspect – would there be magic, synchronicities, impromptu moments or things done and actions taken “on a whim”?
If your destiny did control you – would you think for yourself, be creative, make your own decisions, or would you be a slave to all that is put before you… a thought processing machine?
And is enough happiness enough?
Is too much happiness too much?
You have to believe – to thine own self be true.
I didn’t rail against society and its conventional standards. I longed to be seen as ‘normal’. My valiant attempts to ‘change’ and be like ‘them’ never worked.
I stood out.
I stood apart.
I wasn’t unpopular – I just never fit in.
Fitting in didn’t feel like a good fit.
Then you went on your merry way racking your brain, repeating the question over and over, arriving with a slew of possible answers, not knowing which might be correct?
Add that question to your list of unanswered questions or questions to be asked at a later date.
While we are on the subject of listening, I just have to share my thoughts on a subject near and dear to my heart – my mother, Leah.
Do you remember those lyrics from the 1988 song; The Living Years*?
You’ve most likely heard that song a hundred times or more – but did you actually listen to it?