Can You Feel It?


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The evidence is all around me. I can hear it, if I listen. I can feel it. It’s a quiet, subtle sound that’s building and it speaks of harmony. It speaks of love. It’s picking up momentum and its voice is strong, yet gentle, unlike the other noise and chatter demanding my attention. It cuts straight to my core shining light on the darkness and fears I still need to face.

It’s always been there only I’m becoming more aware of it. I’m choosing to listen to it. What will you listen to and how will you respond? It begins with us.

Pat from the ‘ol kitchen table

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Thank you, John, for allowing me the opportunity to share your post with my readers. To me, it struck as a reminder of the world conditions and how critical it is on the part I play and what I can do.

We’re all connected and if we can send out the energy of love, collectively, I can’t help but think it will matter and touch those that need it the most. Here is John’s post:



Pray for peace

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

" I’m tired of violence and war. "

“Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one”
John Lennon, Imagine
Pray for Peace

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
Martin Luther King Jr.

“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
Mahatma Gandhi

“Let the first act of every morning be to make the following resolve for the day:
– I shall not fear anyone on Earth.
– I shall fear only God.
– I shall not bear ill will toward anyone.
– I shall not submit to injustice from anyone.
– I shall conquer untruth by truth. And in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.”
Mahatma Gandhi

“Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”
Albert Einstein

“Dad, how do soldiers killing each other solve the world’s problems?”
Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes: Sunday Pages 1985-1995

I once walked on soft grass with great men. Old battlefields in Europe. 20,000 men graves.
Once proud Soldiers. They were fighting the last war.  How did we honor them?
Soldiers don’t want their children to fight and die like them. They want their children to know a peaceful world.
Please pray for peace. Don’t raise your fist. Open you arms and embrace love and kindness.
War is fair. Kill without thoughts or concern. Peace is hard. We must forgive and stop the killing.
Please pray for peace. Make the leaders know. Every life is worthwhile.
Coyote/John Castellenas


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Remembering My Mother on Mother’s Day

My Mom

My beautiful Mom in the 1920’s – 1930’s.

For me, there have been too many times I’ve remembered my mother in troubled times with heartfelt struggles and I want it to be different this Mother’s Day. I want to remember her for the beautiful woman that she was and her intelligence.

She was the first to graduate from high school in her family with a father who could not read nor write and her mother with only a second-grade education. That is not to say, her family was less valuable than anyone else’s.

What they may have lacked in education, they made up for in character and genuine love, at least from my perspective in growing up with them. To this day, my grandmother is the most cherished person I know of and is a big part of who I am today.

With a young family at home, my mother studied to become a Licensed Practical Nurse. I was little, but remember her taking the bus up to Philadelphia for her classes and later on completing her studies through the mail.

Though she got her degree, she never practiced as a nurse but just the fact she completed and aced every test was a testament to her character and conviction.  It made me want to be a nurse growing up but I never had the drive like she did. Instead, my daughter followed in her footsteps and became a Registered Nurse.

She had a lot of dreams she never realized and a lot of love yet to be expressed but it was not to happen in her life’s journey. Instead, she was struck with severe rheumatoid arthritis in her mid-thirties among other health issues that made living for her and those around her difficult.

The challenges I saw her struggle through in my childhood and adult life were hard to understand and left me yearning for the mother – daughter connection I’d seen so many others have. For all the moments I may have missed and dreams of what I wanted with my mother, I tried to pass them on to our daughters.

Life is never perfect and I would never change what I had in my childhood and in my mother. It truly has shown me compassion and understanding in a way I could never have learned, otherwise. For that, I am truly thankful for my beautiful mom and, where ever she is today on the other side, I hope she feels my love and the gratitude I am sending her from the bottom of my heart.

I Love You, Mom ― Happy Mother’s Day And To All Of You!

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All Is Well?


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I read a post today from a fellow blogger, John Cali, a world renowned channeler. He titled it, Why Is the World So Screwed Up? I have to say I’ve wondered it a number of times, too, especially these days. So, I was curious what message Spirit might say to us through John and it helped put things back in perspective for me and remember that feeling of ‘all is well’. Here is a small portion of what Spirit said:

“The world is not screwed up. It is simply moving out of darkness back into light. Darkness is an illusion. Illusions are not real. Only light and love are real.

All is well. Trust that. Know that.

Virtually every human on the planet today is undergoing this transformation, each in his or her own way. This (your current experience) is your way.”

I forget that. Just like the rest of us, I’m going through transformation and we’re all connected. It’s harder to look at the big picture, when I get caught up in family, routines, and daily drama.

Life is a process and it’s what we feel and learn along with the essence of our creations that we’ll take with us to the other side. It’s the people I love and exchange my life with in thoughts and deeds and, when I remember that, then the feeling of ‘all is well’ returns. It’s the people I don’t know and love that have the greatest potential to influence me and plant seeds of inspiration; or negativity, if I let them when I hear about them.

I remember that feeling when I walk along a mountain path or, as a child, the muffled voices of family around the kitchen table in the wee hours of the morning, as I lay in bed half asleep. Here is a little of what I wrote in a post a number of years ago when it felt like ‘all was well’:

“I grew up spending the whole summer, every summer, with my sister and 5 cousins at my grandparents. We were always excited to get there and cried when it came time to leave.

There was nothing special to do at my grandparents. They didn’t have toys and never took us to a movie. We just hung around every day and played together and were part of their everyday life. I think that is what was so special. We belonged and were valued and safe.

They took us fishing and crabbing and we went to the cemetery with them to cut the grass around the family tombstones. They interacted with us in their regular daily living. We visited like that with them every year until I graduated from high school. In fact that’s where I got the idea of sitting around the kitchen table and talking (see my headline).

Occasionally on the weekends our parents would come to visit – some as far as 250 miles. Because it was a long ride just for the weekend, they would leave after work on Friday and drive until the early morning hours. We’d be in bed and hear them come in and Grandmom would put on a pot coffee.

She would fix them something to eat to give them a chance to unwind from their long trip before going up to bed. We’d lie in bed catching the aromas of food drifting upstairs and listen to the quiet sounds of their laughter and talk. It’s been over 35 years now since my grandparents have died and I still miss them.

I can still hear them in the only lit room in the house, talking and sitting around the lone, kitchen table with all of us nestled upstairs in our warm beds. How do you create those memories for our children, our families? The answer: time and giving of yourself.”

I want to think it was simpler times then and, yet, there was still chaos and turmoil in the world. We weren’t that far removed from WWII and the Korean War and still to come were the Viet Nam War and assassinations of a President, a Godly man advocating equal rights and a Senator.

For me, it’s a choice on what I put my attention on and what I’m feeling. It’s always there ― that feeling of ‘all is well’ and the more I live from that place in my daily life, the more evidence of it I see.

What are you feeling today in your daily lives and what’s going on in your world? Can you find that place where you feel safe and can say ‘all is well’?


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