As I open my new Landscape of China calendar to the first page – I couldn’t find another Crop Circle wall calendar this year – I reflect for a moment on 2011, then gaze at the picture of a misty mountain that illustrates January 2012. The change from old to new. Where I’ve come from, […]
My husband, Benjamin, is writing a book on hospice and palliative care with the support of the Ontario Arts Council. For the past month, he’s been recording the stories of people who work with the dying – administrative personnel, doctors, nurses, art and music therapists, therapeutic touch workers, and spiritual and bereavement counselors. He’s also
As I settled into my seat in John Bassett Theatre in Metro Toronto Convention Centre, I smiled at the lady in the next seat, who had been gesturing to her friends sitting in the next row. I told her I loved the lovely Scottish lilt in her voice, and she smiled, admitting that she’d lived
I’m always pleasantly amazed – and very grateful – when people share with me experiences they’ve had at events where I bring messages from spirit. I’m especially thankful when they pass on their thoughts to me, because I love getting feedback. (Plus, I rarely remember what I’ve said those nights.) Your comments help me become
At a recent event where I took questions from the audience, an elderly woman asked me this: “Can a spirit visit a house and leave a scent?” I smiled, and told her that was very likely. Loved ones who have passed into spirit want us to know that they are still with us, and one
My husband loves websites that offer free astrology readings. I don’t have the heart to tell him that the readings they email him every morning are designed to be one-size-fits-all, because not every Leo in the world was born in the same year as he and has the same rising and moon signs in the
Marilyn wanted to hear from her daughter, Genevieve – “Jenny” to her friends. When we were on the telephone arranging time for our session, Marilyn told me Jenny had passed into spirit about five years ago, leaving three small children and a very distraught husband. By the end of the phone call, Marilyn was in
There’s only one thing more important than knowing who we are – and that’s being aware of where we come from. I realized that recently, when I was giving messages from spirit as part of the holiday service at our Spiritualist church. As soon as I said a quick, silent prayer for guidance, I felt
As I began giving messages to the congregation of the Spiritualist church that I was serving, I felt the spirit of an elderly gentleman who wanted to touch in with someone in the room. I described the frail, white-haired fellow: He was resting with his eyes closed in a hospital bed. The man’s energy was
I was certainly surprised to learn that the young man who’d asked me such an interesting question was only 17 years old. His curly auburn hair hung down to his shoulders, and he wore the kind of tie-dyed t-shirts I used to wear when I was 17. But his inquisitive brown eyes were filled with
