I operate under the assumption that if you’re reading my blog you probably already know “my story.”  At least some it. If you don’t know it here’s a quick recap.  In a nutshell, five years ago everything I own, including all the crap that I didn’t remember I owned, was stolen in transit when I moved back home from North Carolina. Not some of my stuff Everything I Owned.  At the time it was devastating. Now I could care less.  I only think about it when I miss my pictures. And that’s usually around the holidays. Thank God for Kodak.  The camera has got to be the best invention EVER in the 20th Century!!! For sure in the top ten. This leads me to my point…

Last week my bff, Michael, ran across this picture in his old photo album and emailed it to me.  This is my nephew and niece, Hunter and Hayley (pictured above, circa 1995).  I was so happy to see it!  We had bbq’d that night, Michael and I and the twins at my old place in Santa Monica.  Hunter realized he was allergic to cats, we watched “Field of Dreams” on video and the kids danced around like Amy Madigan in the Burn the books you Nazi Cow scene.  We all laughed til we cried and I think I may have tinkled in my pants a bit too!!!! This photo brought back so many memories, a virtual scrapbook unfolded in my mind.  Like the opening credits on All My Children.

This past Easter Sunday marked the first holiday the twins didn’t come home from college. We all knew it would happen and we all knew we’d feel the hole.  We had our usual group of family and friends. We did our usual thing, eating, drinking, laughing – yet the passage of time, the ghosts of all the Easters before shone brighter than ever.  I caught myself watching my Dad as he moved around in his usual, albeit slower way. Then suddenly being startled by my own reflection as I sail into my 50s this year.   After many glasses of wine my sister put on some old videos of when the children were young.  Our memories, told through these pictures, anchor us, give us roots and make us feel connected to each other. They are our history – our story!  We laughed and we bawled in grateful recognition of these amazing moments in our lives…  Happy tears – tears that honor and appreciate the gifts that love has bestowed onto us.  As a family we sat and watched – and we made another wonderful memory.

There is a couple in my neighborhood I see walking almost every morning – that is when I’m up and out by 8am. It’s not unusual to see people walking, running and cycling in the wee morning hours when you live in Southern California.  Yes, I have come to think of 8am as the wee hours.

These two morning glories strike me as something special.  They are probably in their 70s. I don’t know for sure because I have never personally met them.  I’m sure they have been together for 69.9 of those 70 years. They have that peanut butter & jelly, salt n’ pepper, bees to honey feel about them.

Often times when I see them they have come from the market, a swinging shopping bag evidence of their early morning excursion. Sometimes they stroll along carrying on conversations I’m sure they have had over and over throughout the years.  Sometimes they say nothing.

Squeezing her hand, he keeps a watchful eye as they cross the street. Gallantly protecting his dearest from rouge drivers hellbent on making the traffic light.  And they always – always -  hold hands.

There is a tenderness that radiates from their love for each other.  From my point of view these two are deeply in love – the kind of love that transcends all forms of adversity and never loses sight of its roots.  The kind of love l dream of knowing.  I bet you do too.

As I watch them going about their business I am struck – they haven’t the slightest inkling that a complete stranger has been so enraptured by their seasoned and savory love affair.  And they haven’t the slightest notion that every time she sees them she’s inspired to say a little prayer of thanks .

In Light,

Teri

On Wednesday April 1, 2009 at 7:30pm (in your local time zone) you are invited to take part in the fourth World Peace Card Meditation sponsored by The International Center for Reiki Training . Please mark your calendar for this powerful event.

The fourth World Peace Card (http://www.reiki.org/WPCM.html) group meditation has been scheduled in waves. This method of staying connected to one’s own time zone has been chosen because of the special effect it produces. As people meditate in each successive time zone the energy builds like a wave which gets stronger and stronger as it circles the planet. Because of the higher dimensional nature of consciousness, the energy of peace will be transmitted for a full 24 hours and continue long after this.

I urge you to join us and to further investigate accounts of the powerful spiritual experiences of the participants.

In Light,

Teri

I was sitting on my balcony quietly looking out over the Pacific Ocean.  My gaze mesmerized by the rhythm of the water’s flow.  Like a baby being rocked back and forth I could feel myself drifting off into that place where dreams are made.  That’s when I saw it – out of the corner of my eye.  The spray from the blow hole.  It’s that time of year I thought, the Grey Whale is migrating down the California coast line.

Excitement pulsated all the way into my toes — was I about to experience something few are privileged enough to see?  That’s when the curl of her humpback broke the surface before plunging deep into the dark blue water below.  I held my breath.  She was so close to shore apparently coming to feed in the popular diving cove where I live.

Suddenly, like a rocket she came bounding out of the ocean.  I could see her tiny little eye shimmer in the sunlight – BAM – she crashed back onto the water ~ belly exposed like a scene out of National Geographic.  Adrenaline coursing through my veins I looked around to see who else had witnessed such a miracle of nature.  A nearby boat had been following her, did they see it?  BAM – she barreled through the surface AGAIN.  As if saying “in case you didn’t get the message the first time!”

Not once but twice she breached the ocean surface. Talk about a rarity – something so special it defies even the grandest of words.  Sayings like “a gift from God” and “it’s a miracle” seem small and insignificant.

Once my heart stopped racing I looked up the meaning of ‘whale’ in my power animal guide book. According to this book whale represents “Honoring Your Soul’s Purpose.” The timing of my whale sighting could not have been more perfect. I have been feeling an increasing call to Service.  As Ghandi said “Be the Change You Wish To See In The World.” Being an intuitive, a seer, a psychic I have been acutely aware of the Earth’s vibration and the need to shake off the lower energies we have allowed to fester.  I am here, at this time and in this place, to facilitate the higher vibrations.

Now, whenever I look out the window overlooking Grandmother Ocean I’m reminded of that whale and her special message to honor my connection to Spirit, to embrace these changing times and my Soul’s Purpose in them.

In light,

Teri