We weren’t perfect, but we certainly had fun. Summers were spent lounging on the porch of the old log house, dressing up and playing in the shed or enjoying a day at the beach. We played cards and Yahtzee, drank iced tea and listened through the heat as the sound of the bees zipped in and around us and then slipped away.
A Journey to Spirit #3: The “Buss Stop”
Every summer when I was a child was spent with my grandparents in Qualicum Beach, a small, quaint town on the East Coast of Vancouver Island in Canada. Their magical log home, missing square corners and fancy furnishings, was named ‘The Buss Stop’ …by me. This is why.
A Journey to Spirit #2: Meeting the Past
In 1989, my path took a radical shift in direction. The day I witnessed my mother’s Spirit leave her body gave me a powerful incentive for finding a better way to do my own life. What has happened since has been nothing short of Divine Guidance. These are excerpts from that journey.
A Journey to Spirit #1: Believe
It is counted as one of my miracles. Mom’s gentle dream, the one she recounted that morning would catapult me toward my own revelation. But on that day, I also sensed it meant she was about to leave us, never to return again.