Daily Guidance - February 8

I drew the first 3 Soul Call cards (on the right) and they just weren't resonating with

with me so I drew the fourth.  Now it was starting to make sense, especially when I 

starting playing with them and read them in reverse order.  

Surrender the Wrestling and Walls both in a troubled relationship and with life in 

general, dear heart.

It was also lovely to see how they were now dovetailing with the two oracle cards
I drew today.

There is a Map leading to another way... more choices than you first realized.  You
can continue to choose to bless the space between you and another and, as best you
can in each moment, quietly, calmly let the struggle go. Follow the path that leads
to where you are fed... and loved. 

Our Lady of Creative Choice will help me to find a new choice, one that leads to
enthusiasm and Joy?

Yes.

Blessed be.

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Today's Guidance - February 7

When Navigating by the Star,

I can trust that the 

Tender Mother,

Our Lady of New Vision,

Our Lady of Growth Assured

will be present

in the Vessel of my heart.

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Today's Guidance - February 6

When I answer the call,

I can trust that 

I will be supported

and comforted

with what I need.

When I intentionally 

spend time in my Egg,

my life will Flow

and that is the Jewel.

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To Bless the Space Between Us - Do you see it?

(Because I didn't ... at first.)

So yesterday morning I was taking a photo of the picture of this dear young girl, 

my gentle teacher quietly reminding me to "Bless the Space Between [my sister, 

who has stepped w-a-y back from our relationship, and me]" propped up against 

the lamp right here next to my chair. Other than moving my clear little flowerpot 

shaped votive holder (reminding me to Cultivate Joy, my word for this year), 

I didn't move a thing.

Cropping my morning photo down to a square, I saw it.

Mary *is* looking out from behind "me." I love that she's a little above me, too,

so she can see both thru my eyes and also beyond me (for me).... she can see 

farther out than what I can see. Ah, yes... *She* can offer love to my sister and 

bless the space between us on the days when I simply cannot because the reality 

is sometimes the years-long space between us hurts.

And behind her is the gentle reminder, "Let Yourself Be Held", a tender piece 

I have loved (and clung to) for a very long time.

So then I pulled an angel card by cutting my deck: Close. I'm smiling again... *yes!* 

Mary, Mama Grace, and all of my aunties are indeed Close to me, gently caring for 

me, "looking out" for me (<-- so loving the double meaning of this one!), and watching 

over me - even when I don't/can't see or realize it.

Before tucking my angel cards back into their box, I happened to notice that right 

under Close was Mirror. I smiled to myself as I put the lid on my box and put it up 

so I could move into getting ready for my day.

A few moments later as I was showering, I thought, "No. Mirror does belong, too!" 

My little altar vignette is intentionally mirroring for me how to be (send love to my 

sister as best I can each day) and also what is happening (all my mamas and aunties 

are helping me). Then it brought a warm smile to remember that in a class I'm taking,

we were invited to look in an actual mirror.

So I went back and found Mirror and pulled it out.  

And the card under Mirror? 

 Root. 

Yes! That fits, too! My faith, which I've learned to practice with some grains of salt, 

has been a firm foundation for me. Plus looking tenderly into my eyes with the help 

of a mirror and speaking gentle encouragements to myself is something I've done

for decades. All of this, for me, is about returning to the basics... the Root of it all

Love

And under Root? 

 Receive.

Yes. 

♥ 

Sweet soul, it really is ok to simply allow Love to see thru me, let myself be held 

and trust that I am beloved and blessed.

It really, *really* is ok to simply Receive. Alls I hafta do is open my heart, as best 

I can in each moment, Pause and Let Love In.

Oh, and the Mother Mary oracle card I drew? 

Our Lady of Divine Presence.

Blessed be indeed.

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New Year Angels

1.  Main Theme of the New Year - All is Well

2.  Departing energies from last year - Brilliant Idea!

3.  Talents I will be expressing this year - Peace.

4.  Future Opportunities - Relationship Harmony

5.  Upcoming Obstacles - Moon Cycles

6.  How to deal with upcoming obstacles - Hello from Heaven

7.  How to achieve my goals and dreams - Clear my space.

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I'm smiling warmly, snuggling up into this spread.  Loving that the theme of 

2018 for me with be "All is Well."  With a job hunt on the horizon, I welcome

the blessed assurance.  

I'm not sure how Brilliant Idea is departing from last year.  Unless the idea

of resigning my position and also honoring my 40 beloveds is now behind me.

I love, *love* the notion of my expressing Peace in the upcoming year.

Relationship Harmony is actually feeling a bit like a theme for me.  In my

friendships, my wife-ing, my sistering, my auntie-ing, and, when the time comes,

my co-workering.

It might be interesting to see how the moon cycles affect my own mood and

bodily cycles.  Maybe it's about being aware.

Really appreciating the gentle reminder that I can count on those who have

gone before me to help me navigate any upcoming obstacles.

Clearing my space brought a big smile as that, too, feels like a theme.  It's 

vital that I pay attention to my mindset (growth, please!), my activities (let's

practice focusing on one thing at a time rather than multi-tasking), and

the area around me as well.  

Blessed be.

For fun, I drew a Soul Call card for each position.

Sighing a big ol' sigh of contentment at the idea that not only will All Be Well 

in 2018, I will be Radiant.

Interesting how Create does dovetail with Brilliant Idea and I'm a little bummed

about the idea of that being the energy that is departing.

*Love* the idea of Weaving Peace into 2018.  I welcome that idea and am 

struck by Weave is a word that comes up for me a good bit.  

Close syncs up with Relationship Harmony beautifully.  The gentle reminder to

trust others and our relationship... perhaps especially when one of us gets

triggered.

I'm not sure what to make of Fire and Moon Cycles being upcoming obstacles.

Unless the fire of anxiety and forgetting to allow things to unfold as they will

and are meant to?

I am so touched by the angels and my dearly departeds reminding me that

who I am, what I do, and where I am is all Enough.  I can only do what my

capacity allows and it is Enough.

Yes!  In order to see clearly so that I can make good decisions, I need to be

aware of the mirrors around me and if they are clean and reflecting accurately.

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Hold on for the Miracles

It'd been awhile since I'd played with

my Soul Call Cards.

I didn't really have a question in mind

as I drew cards.

But as I did?

A warm smile spread.

It felt like the angels were confirming 

an experience from just yesterday.

I know, it can seem like

 a very tall Mountain at times.

But true Friendships are worth it

in the end.

Look carefully,

Weigh and Hold the tension,

Weaving (and remembering) the 

track record of good will

(when it's there)

leads to the 

Miracle of Restoration.

And Joy.

🌷  .  ✨  .  💖

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Table of Love

#remembrance

#trustngrace

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Secret Reach Glass-Fire

Yes. 

(Smiling softly as I had gotten way behind

on publishing blogposts

so I'm not sure why I did this reading

or what it affirmed for me.

But my "yes" 

tells me it was spot on.

💕

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November Remembrance - The Story & Day 4 of 40

So I had this idea. . .

And as wonderful ideas sometimes do, it's been blossoming into a lovely practice for this, 

the month of Remembrance, that blessed time of year when we intentionally remember 

our loved ones who have passed on.

I'm not sure, she says with a twinkling grin, why it never really occurred to this deep lover 

of the Communion of Saints before that *this* is the perfect time to honor and celebrate 

those I dearly love and a concept that speaks so deeply to my soul. This one is in my bones.

So! With next month being the 40th anniversary of the discovery of my bone cancer and 

my parents divorce, and a friend reminding me that 40 is a significant number in the Bible 

(the Israelites wandered for 40 years and Jesus fasted for 40 days), I wondered if I could 

come up with 40 beloveds that have been particularly close to my heart and touched my

soul over the years? And, if so, might I ask them to pray for and walk with me during this 

holy Anniversary time? 

Turns out, she says with a fond smile, that I came up with more than 40! (Who knew?!) 

As I was listing those treasured ones, dearies that have not yet passed (thank you, 

Mama Grace!) kept coming to mind as well. Smiling big as I remembered we are all a 

part of the Communion of Saints so why not? Could I come up with 40 treasured living 

souls as well? (Turns out there were more than 40 of those as well). So by this time, I'm 

feeling deeply grateful and tenderly held. 

I originally thought I would just make a list of those sweet souls and keep it close and that 

list is here, gently propped against the lamp (a light unto my feet). Then it dawned on me, 

why don't I also put their names on slips of paper - cream for departed, blue for still here - 

and draw one of each in the morning to see who in particular I might ask to spend that day 

of remembrance with me? Then I thought what if I chose a word and an angel card, too, 

and just prayerfully played with how they might all fit together?

With my box of words hanging out on the dining room table this morning, I drew my word 

first on my way here to my chair. "Hmmmm.. Trickster," I thought. Sitting down and settling 

in with my warm cup of creamy chai on this chilly, rainy autumn morning, I gently shook 

up my box of names and drew these 2 beauties out. I'm still grinning big as these two in 

particular had a wonderfully playful mischievous side. Tricksters of the very best kind indeed.

Blessed be. 

❤️❤️

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Tender Medicine

I'm still so enjoying my Soul Call "Story" Cards.  This reading is one that evolved over 

the span of several days.  Each day, I'd pull a card (or two) and see what unfolded.  

Today I spent some time with them to see what wisdom Mama Grace and the angels 

might be whispering to me for the upcoming days.  

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The miracle is your dream is the dream of all of your ancestors.

Be open and curious, child, your dreams are the miracle.

The miracle, dear child, is that your dreams for healing and relief can come true, lifting 

you up to a new level of Grace.  You are becoming a crone.

.      .      .

The miracle *is* is isn't just a dream.  The Grandmothers and Grandfathers *are* calling

you to Listen, Listen, child.  They want to lift you up onto their shoulders.  They want 

to love and support you thru this holy Month of Remembrance. 

.      .      .

In time and with practice, dear child, you have learned to listen well for the medicine 

that is needed.  What if, for now, the Hope is in giving to yourself and letting the rest 

go?

.      .      .

Listening is the medicine that restores and heals, lifting me back up on the road, the

journey that is my life.

.      .      .

Notice what Graces are offering themselves to you now, listening and looking for those

unearned and unimagined.  Undreamed wonders can lift and heal your broken child's

heart.

.      .      .

Grace is providing the restorative medicine your tender, aching heart, body, and soul 

require to be healed.  To be ready and able to live the dream that you and your

ancestors are laying and have laid at your feet.  

It can be a burden if you don't allow room and time for you to be supported and lifted.  

Be still, child, and listen for Mama Grace's voice of love, protection, safety, cleansing 

antiseptics, and soothing salves and balms.

You are being restored and loved and tended and listened to and supported and loved.

The miracle is this time is a gift - time you didn't think you needed or wanted - and yet

here you are and here it is.

Bask and Abide and Trust.

Blessed Be.

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Shutter Happy ~ Day 9 ~ Play

Something that is very much play for me is creating little vignettes especially, she

says with a twinkly smile, when I have new things to include. Archangel Chamuel 

is a new angel to me and I have a feeling that I shall enjoy getting to know him. 

With Peace being my word for 2015, perhaps he already knows me? ❤️

. . . 

This little scene speaks to me of "As best you can in each moment, Mirror Peace, 

Brave Heart, and Peace will come back to you. (Hope, Grace, and Mercy, too.)"

. . .

#shutterhappy

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Bitter Teachers

Bitter ones are Teachers.

No doubt about that one.

Still.

And.

It is crucial that you protect 

the Cave of your Heart, dearest.

When you know they just like to "debate"

(read:  argue)

and push buttons?

Set boundaries and don't engage.

You can trust your gut that what he's spouting is Bullshit.

It would be very different . . . 

there would be more marbles in his jar . . . 

(those must be earned, you know)

If

(and that's a mighty big "if")

he was respectful

and used care

about what he posts on his personal Facebook wall.

As it is, he shares mean meme's

and hunts people down who 

disagree with him 

and tries to bait them into 

"discussions."

That isn't your intent 

and, deep down, 

we both know it.

(Is your opinion that important,

that integral a part of you?

Are you that fragile that 

All Must Agree 

*with you*?)

Nah, I'm gonna pass.

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Soul Call Story Cards

Lookie what came in the mail today!! 

 Yippee!!! 

 💜💜

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My first message from the angels.

Surrender to your gifts, love,

and you will find freedom.

Grateful for my Story Bead's ever quiet reminder:

It's a Journey.

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