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Awakening

Awakening

by | Jul 28, 2026 | Coping with Death

I would like to clear up a misconception that has circulated throughout the New Age community. Years ago, I heard a wise teacher discuss this idea. I’m paraphrasing, but I’ve found it to be profoundly true through my own experience.

I’m referring to the belief that practicing non-attachment is a path to enlightenment. We’ve all heard some highly respected  spiritual figures discuss  this topic, and it’s easy to conclude that if we become detached enough, awakening will follow.

I see it differently.

If you’re minimizing your possessions, restricting your activities or your diet, simplifying your lifestyle, or making other sacrifices in the hope that these practices will lead to enlightenment, you might want to reconsider.

Can simplifying your life be beneficial? Absolutely. Can generosity, compassion, and healthy choices enrich your life? Of course they can. But these practices, by themselves, do not produce awakening.

The deeper truth is this: Non-attachment is not the path to enlightenment. Non-attachment is the natural result of awakening.

When consciousness shifts, so does attachment. You don’t become enlightened by letting go of your desires or possessions, or restricting activities you love, or changing anything about your wonder-full self. You let go because something within you has awakened.

Reclaiming My Life

Reclaiming My Life

by | Jul 28, 2026 | Books, Cancer Diagnosis, Self-Empowerment, Spirituality

So many of you have reached out that I thought it was time for an update.

I love to write, but life has presented a few unexpected detours.

For years, I was a full-time caregiver for my lovely mother. As her needs increased, my writing time steadily decreased. Then came Covid. For two years, we barely left home.

Eventually, Mom passed away peacefully. Afterwards, I needed time alone to regroup. Unplugging my phone became my favorite pastime.

Before long, I began to work on my first three books. As a self-taught graphic designer, I do everything myself, and every step takes time.

I decided to increase the page count of each book by decreasing the trim size. That meant every interior page had to be reformatted. Changing the page count also changed the spine width, so each cover had to be resized as well. Rather than simply resize them, I took the opportunity to give them a fresh look. Thanks to the golden talent of artist Terrence Kennedy—whom many of you know—the covers look so much more refined.

My creativity flourished—until I was diagnosed with breast cancer. As I’ve shared before, that diagnosis and everything that followed was like having a stop sign thrust in front of me. Healing took precedence. Once again my writing projects were on hold.

Fast forward a year and a half. Thankfully, my mammograms have shown no signs of cancer. (Heartfelt thanks to everyone who contributed to my GoFundMe page. Your kindness and generosity made a significant difference.) I still have ongoing health concerns and frequent appointments with both holistic and traditional physicians. But in between those visits I am reclaiming my life and back to working on my writing projects full time.

Soon, I will print all three manuscripts for a final read-through. (Yes, I have an amazing editor but still like to give each book one last careful review myself.)

Next, I am considering shifting my book distribution from Lightning Source to Ingram Spark. Once that is set and the updated documents are uploaded, I will take the necessary steps to convert my print books to eBooks, which I will then upload to Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP). Then (drum roll please) I’ll be ready to begin marketing.

Sidenote: KDP offers a promotional feature I like. If you are exclusive with your eBook distribution for at least 90 days, you can give your eBook away for free for 5 days of your choice.

Then comes the part I am eagerly anticipating: my next three books. One is my very first work of fiction, inspired by a dream. Such a fun project. 

Thank you for your patience, your encouragement, and for staying with me through this journey. More updates soon!

Soul Travel

Soul Travel

by | Sep 6, 2025 | Soul, Spirituality, Writing From Within

It’s 1965. My best friend Beverly lives next door. She and I are sitting on our porch playing jacks.

A girl a few years older than us walks by snapping her gum while holding a transistor radio to her ear. It’s loud enough to hear the music, Johnny Angel, How I love him … every time he says hello my heart begins to fly …

“Aren’t you two a little old to be playing jacks?” she asks.

We ignore her and she walks away.

“If someone told me a spaceship dropped me off and I’d been sent here to save humanity, I’d believe them.” I say.

“I know what you mean,” says Beverly, who reminds me of a painting with her beautiful fawn colored eyes.

“Aren’t you going into the city today to meet your boyfriend?” she asks.

His name is Paul. He’s nineteen and plays in a band. Paul lives in the Bronx and I live in Queens, so sometimes we meet in Manhattan and sit under a tree in Central Park and kiss. He told me he loves me.

“Yes, I am going into the city today. Better go get ready,” I reply.

My mother comes to the window of our downstairs apartment, a few feet away from where we’re sitting, “Want a grilled cheese sandwich and apple juice?”

“Thanks mom. I’ll be right in. See you later Bev.”

After I eat, I walk past rows of two-story brick buildings that all look the same. Then I cross the overpass of the Long Island Expressway and arrive at the bus stop.

There is no bench, so I lean against the wall to wait. The sun warms my face.

Suddenly my body feels lighter.

I see a girl leaning against a wall. That’s me! No. That’s not me. I’m me, the one looking at her. I get it. The girl at the bus stop is the form my soul has taken this lifetime.

In a blink, I look out from behind the eyes of a fourteen-year-old girl waiting for a bus. It just stopped in front of her. I mean me. It just stopped in front of me, since I am her.

I go up the bus stairs, drop the fare into the coin box, take a window seat, and stare out at the blue sky. Was I floating? What is going on?

Twenty minutes later, the bus route ends at a corner store near the subway entrance. I buy a Twix and put it in my purse for later. Then I head down the steep staircase, where I am greeted by florescent lights, white tiled walls, and the familiar sound of train wheels screeching on metal tracks.

I get on line to buy a token. “Two please. No make it three.” I’ll get one for the way back and one for the bus ride home. I push my money through the little slot on the counter, the only opening in the mini-fortress the token lady sits in.

She pushes three tokens back through the slot without raising her head. If you look up, you might see my soul. I just did. Or rather, my soul saw me. Not quite sure how that works yet. You have a soul too. Is it in there with you?

 “Next,” she yells.

The train from Queens to Manhattan is only half full, so there are plenty of seats. That’s good. Don’t like when it’s crowded. People press up against me, and some of them are men. I wonder how our souls feel pressed together like that. Do souls feel? They must, mustn’t they?

Several riders read books or newspapers. A few wear headphones and hold portable tape players. Most wear the glazed facial expression every New Yorker knows that says, “I don’t care what you think of me.” Does that mean they don’t care? Or does it mean they do care and want people to think they don’t?

The train jolts forward, and the lights flicker. It doesn’t bother me. I’m used to it. Maybe I’ll eat half my Twix now and save the rest for the way home. My soul and I settle in for the forty-minute ride to Manhattan.

A Writer is Born

A Writer is Born

by | Sep 4, 2025 | Books, Self-Empowerment, Self-Publishing

In my first Jyotish reading in LA, maybe 40 years ago, the astrologer talked about how far reaching my writing would become. I had no point of reference for what he was saying and no impulse to write. Having spent most of college days at the potter’s wheel, I couldn’t recall writing a single paper.

Years passed. The recording of that reading was long forgotten in a drawer. I was living in a meditating community surrounded by good friends. I had a great job, wonderful employer, apartment with floor to ceiling windows and handmade lace curtains, and I just bought my first new car. Life was good.

Until it wasn’t. Until it felt like my seams were unraveling. Day after day I had this feeling, this inner prompting, that I had to do more with my life. But more what?

Without knowing what the future held, I left that life behind to find an answer. I quit the job, gave up the apartment, sold the car, but kept the friends. And went to India, where I began to write and write and write. I haven’t stopped since.

When the thought to write a book was enlivened, I had no idea how to begin. Fortunately, nature intervened. The words just poured out.

But how does one go from writing to publishing? Today, with information at our fingertips, I imagine it is easier for new writers to get their footing. It was not easy for me to get mine. It was a long learning curve.

Finding a gifted editor who force-fed me grammar helped. (Thank you, Jim F.)

Finding a talented and kind graphic artist also helped. These days most graphic artists work on their own, but this generous artist let me watch her work. Aside from having an adorable bird sitting on my knee each session, I began to see how books are constructed, details about layout, etc. In short, I was educated. I’m forever grateful. (Thank you, Liz H.)

I found a publisher interested in my first book right away. When they suggested there were changes they wanted me to make, I declined their offer. In retrospect, it’s likely their ideas would have enhanced the book. I’ll never know because I never took the time to listen.

Why? Because I felt guided to put those words on paper, and there wasn’t anything I wanted to change. I began to explore self-publishing where I could make all my own decisions. The rest is history.

In short, it took two months to write my first book and two years until I held a copy in my hand.

Since then, I’ve written two more books but I’ve never taken a writing class. The closest I came was when I was living in Venice, California. A friend invited me to sit in on a few of her writing classes in Marina Del Ray taught by an exceptional teacher named Bernard Selling.

I was invested in writing lyrics at the time and never signed up for Bernard’s class. Decades later, that experience became a milestone in my life. You can read more about it in my blog Psychic Whispers.

Cancer Diary 2026

Cancer Diary 2026

by | Sep 2, 2025 | Cancer Diagnosis, Caregiving, Self-Empowerment

June 2, 2026 Cancer Diary

I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer last spring. I suppose for anyone in this situation, the diagnosis itself is surreal. It was for me. The second I heard those words, I instantly knew that positivity was my best medicine. I never wavered. Positivity and Jesus became my lifeline. They still are.

From the start, there were facts. So many facts. It may sound odd, but I chose a different path. Not to say my eyes were closed. They were open. I just decided to trust my intuition. That’s how I made every decision. I would ask Spirit to guide me and would either get a red light or a green light. In essence, I followed the green light path and chose to do a combination of medical and holistic healing modalities.

I agreed to surgery with two angelic surgeons. The young woman at registration called them the Dream Team. Healing was tender, but manageable. I agreed to radiation, also manageable until it wasn’t. Thankfully, that only lasted a few days. I even rang the bell that signifies the completion of a treatment. Nurses applauded. A caring tech filled the air with bubbles from one of those toy bubble guns. It still didn’t feel over to me.

Then a miracle. I was able to receive hyperbaric oxygen treatments. As one of the caring technicians at the oxygen facility explained, radiation burns you from the inside out and oxygen heals you from the inside out. I felt profoundly grateful every day of those treatments. I still do. I also began working with a naturopath, continued to meditate twice a day as usual, and practiced self-care.

Soon after the oxygen treatments, around 6-7 months from the initial surgery, I received a mammogram and ultrasound. No cancer was detected.

Although I still feel slightly challenged by uncertainty, I am deeply thankful for my faith and my friends and family, and continue to find positivity the best medicine.