Altar Lessons

Let yourself be held

Let Love in

Stand in your light & shine

Joy

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2 Christmases, 19 years apart

A beautiful Moma and her dear girl, 

watched over and held by Mama Grace 

and the angels... 

Still. 

❤️❤️

As is sometimes the case with me, she says with a soft smile, this one holds more 

vulnerable truth than I'm ready to share on my FB "living room" wall.

We had a mighty rough go in the 19 years between these two photos, my Moma and I. 

But in the end? The stars aligned in such a way that we were able to make peace before 

she died just 13 short days after the photo on the right on Epiphany (Jan. 6).

Between that and the discovery of my bone cancer on Dec. 14 (and my parents' divorce 

8 days before on Dec. 6), I think that's part of why I so adore Advent. It's a season that 

not only acknowledges, but honors the waiting we humans do which is sometimes an 

aching l-o-n-g-i-n-g for things that just aren't possible... in this moment.

But, 

she says with a soft smile, 

that doesn't mean that healing will never come. 

Ah, yes. It can and it does. 

(Right, Moma?) 

(and Mama Grace?)

(Right, Baby Girl.)

❤️❤️

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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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Remembrance - Day 16 of 40

Two dear shelters in the storm 

where who I truly am was encouraged, nourished 

and loved. 

💕

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Awaken to Love . . .

Another new-to-me archangel. 

Another new and welcomed traveling companion. 

Blessed be.

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Timely Message from Archangel Haniel

yes

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All Hallow's Eve

Fondly remembering their love. 

#AllHallowsEve

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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?

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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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Soul Call Story Cards

Lookie what came in the mail today!! 

 Yippee!!! 

 💜💜

.  .  .  .  .

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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Breathe September 2017 :: Day 17 - Here

Taking a moment to look up today's prompt 

after having meditated for a bit brought a warm smile. 

In my little corner, 

Here is all about resting in the company of trusted angels, 

remembering the light, 

and delighting in my beautiful farewell flowers. 

#BreatheSeptember2017

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August Break 2017 :: Day 27 - Stone

Believe 

❤️

#augustbreak2017

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August Break 2017 :: Day 13 - I Crave . . .

. . . white space.

💕 . 🕯 . 💕

#augustbreak2017

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August Break 2017 :: Day 3 - Roses

Roses, 

both flowers and the color palette, 

call to my soul, 

especially when blended 

with angels and hearts. 

 💞  .  💐

#augustbreak2017

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Prairie Pilgrimage Prayers

(Your warm thoughts and prayers 

while we are here visiting my family 

would be most welcome and appreciated, friends.)

💕

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Enough is Enough

Smiling softly as I need to quietly park this one here and spill a few words that I can't 

share in other places. 

❤️

I'm feeling hurt and have been for a while now, struggling with a sister who has all but 

cut me (and others) off because she feels slighted by what another sister did.

I want to be supportive because I understand needing space... 

But this not communicating (with most of us) and ignoring texts while happily sharing 

away laughs about her day over on Snapchat is getting old...

After some thought, I reached out via text this afternoon to confirm what I knew (she 

and her husband will be out of town while we're there next week), but hasn't bothered 

to let me know.

Her response?  Two words:  "yes, ma'am."

My emotions are all over the place and I wondered about trying to reach out again.... 

yes, knowing it probably wasn't a good idea, but wondering all the same.

And then I was reminded of this little card and I sighed a big "yes." The magnet under 

my hand was also tucked in my TOTM box and it says 

"May you know you are worthy."

I can't make my sister reach back.
I can't make want to have a relationship with me.
I can't do her healing work for her.

(All hustling, Deb)

I can let go (as best I can in each moment). 

I can trust that Enough (my word for 2013) is enough, 

and that I am worthy of love and belonging even 

when one of my sisters has distanced herself from me. 

I can remember my newest teachers, 

beautiful sunflowers 

who keep their faces turned towards Mama Grace. 

And, as best I can in each moment,

follow their lead.

❤️  .    🌻  .    ❤️  .    🌻  .    ❤️

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(Grateful for your witness)

Breadcrumbs

Over here I'm being serenaded by froggie hymns and hubby snores. 

 The sun has set and my twinkle lights, 

which I haven't turned on in a l-o-n-g time, 

my beloved circle of angel Grace, 

and the jar of cheerful silk sunflowers 

are quietly, 

gently 

reminding me to b-r-e-a-t-h-e

while leaving breadcrumbs for me, 

reminding me of my way Home. 

.    .    .    .    .

While not my favorite thing ever, 

I'm intentionally reminding myself

that it's ok to wake up and find myself in Indiana

(once again). 

I really do know my way Home 

and, just as I have so many times before, 

I'm slowly thawing and remembering 

that I really can and will find my way again.

Just be here, sweet soul.

Amen.

(Because it feels like a prayer)

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Wrapping Myself in Self-Care

Seeing and feeling my way into the truth 

while wrapping myself in

 

roses, 

love, 

and faith. 

💕

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A Gentle Reminder . . .

Be Here, Love

. . . 

Even when it's hard 

. . . 

And when you remember?

Return to what you know.

All will be well.

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Afternoon Respite

 🌻

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Rest and Be Here

One of my sister's and her hubby is coming through town this weekend. We moved here 

almost 30 years ago and this will be her first visit here so that's exciting!

I've been doing some cleaning in the evenings this week and it is very good to sit, rest, 

and just be for a bit. 

💕

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