Happy Thanksgiving!
Play this meditation and talk here or click right to download.
Wishing you peace in your and your family’s heart. Om.
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Play this meditation and talk here or click right to download.
Wishing you peace in your and your family’s heart. Om.
x

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I sat across from my father, an early Christmas stopover before heading West for work.
“This would never happen in Europe. What is wrong with this country?”
He was speaking of course, of the atrocious massacre at Sandy Hook last week. Its horror stunned the nation. My father, having been born and spent a large portion of his life in Europe, was a man who barely watched television. Never when we were growing up. He adored art and culture and would have no idea who the Kardashians are, were someone to mention their name(s.)
He was right: this would never happen in Europe. What is wrong with us?
Last week I wrote a post about singing your little soul out to the Universe to foster that beneficent, yummy super abundant, secure connection to, ya know, Everything.
Just click right here if you need to catch up on that.
I wanted to build on that post because sometimes in the depths of the ick, it’s tough to get there. When momma’s having a sh**y day, she’s not thinkin’ of singing to sunshine. Also, when we’re in different stages of healing or different levels of consciousness, our communication desires and needs are different. No one way is wrong because what works for one person or one moment at one time is exactly the perfect action for him or her.
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