Tribute to Living Angels

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I went in for my first check up at Presbyterian Inter-Community Hospital and the doctor told me how she cared for many Covid patients there. She is a resident M.D. and my grandfather, Sidney Wolferman, a doctor himself, would be happy I chose to see a resident. She didn’t say much but her body language showed me how being with hospitalized Covid patients as family would be with them in their last moments had carved her into a Living Angel. She was a bit tired of being patient with me as she went over what I needed to be treated for as they were hum-drum compared to “need a ventilator, now!” stuff. And yet, here, she was treating me, caring for me, someone who got Covid but had not been hospitalized….I could feel how she wanted to tell me how INTENSE her experience had been but words could not come close so I sat there much like a stone that needed to expand to show her that I didn’t know if I could be as courageous as her, probably not if I were being honest. Coming out of lock-down is rough, not knowing if you will have to go into lock-down again and knowing people, 9/11 amounts of people are still dying weekly……everyone is so weary now and so much needs to be rebuilt and in a better way. I can only hope my doc sleeps in on her days off now.
“A human being does not cease to exist at death. It is change, not destruction, which takes place.” ~Florence Nightingale~


And the Mountains Don’t Cry

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It’s raining in the Wahatoya now.

I remember the potent smells and aromas of the Earth aroused by the rain bringing the clean dirt alive with miles deep of Earth memories, shiftings of the land, magma flowing upwards to form the rock dikes that stream downwards from the Wahatoya.

I am there now, my body alive with the Earth’s exploding and imploding scents filling every cell within me. I am running up the hill behind my wooden cabin drenched in the rain, drenched in the thunder, drenched in my awakening senses. I am laughing and shouting and loving this place where scents leap out of the Earth.

It is snowing in the Wahatoya now.

All is silent and the scents are buried under glistening heaps of wetter than wet snow. Icicles threaten to crash into my windows, hanging craggily from the metal roof.  So beautiful. So dangerous… like Life.

I am lost in memories of children growing up far from me on the coast where waves wash up on laughing beaches.

Everything laughs or cries except the Wahatoya. They sit there in the perfect peace beyond human emotion. They do not join me in my self-judgment or my judgment of anything. They let me be: laughing in the rain or crying in the snow. They let me be.

The Wahatoya know that all is well, all the time. I have turned away from them for their indifference, their silence, their detachment, only to remember that it was me who was indifferent, silently separated and detached.

Now, back on the coast, near the waves and the whales, and the little humans playing in the sand: I think they must be my grandchildren…

I remember the Wahatoya, fully alive, pulsing upwards in peace. A strength that promises that pain and fear washes away in the rain. And even though I turned away from them for never crying with me, I was wrong. Their tears are the rain. And their tears wash the Land clean. They wash me clean of my pain and my fear. Their rumbling voice speak to all who can hear it, of the deepest levels of connection, joy and peace.

Growing God

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Trees can show us humans how to be. They can show us how to grow God.

“The thinner tree was cut years ago and the big one has been holding and feeding it since then. They “wake up” together in the spring and “go to sleep” together in the autumn.”  ~Steven Pacheco~

The thinner tree elicits a service to other response from the big one, drawing out compassion and a sense of oneness with the special needs tree, a sense of walking in another’s roots (albeit the thinner tree has none). In return the big one receives a big hug of companionship, gratitude and a new view of life. Now, that looks like love to me! It reminds me of my relationship with my daughter, Lindy who has Down Syndrome.

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Tree House

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Why do kids love to climb trees. Why do they dream of living in trees?

Duh, it’s fun! But it’s something else too. Ancient Hominids climbed and lived in trees to escape land-roving predators.


But trees are more than just safety nets and providers of shade. As I spell out the English word for this “being”, the word I have seen and spoken for so long now, I look at the spelling and I don’t recognize it. Why did we choose this string of letters or symbols to describe a being so elegant in its organic clothing? I sound the word and the sound finally feels right to me, close enough. Whew!


Life is light and sound vibration coalescing into form. What is this vibrant creature growing straight out of Earth’s Womb?


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The Na’vi People in the movie by James Cameron, Avatar honored and nurtured their Trees. Their lives revolved and dipped into them. The Trees were named “Home Tree”, “Tree of Voices”, “Tree of Souls”.  Eywa, the guiding force on their planet, Pandora, kept the eco-system in balance. I see her as being the essence of Gaia. The Na’vi could hear the voices of their ancestors through neural queue contact with the Tree of Voices. The Tree of Souls was the direct connection to Eywa and the ancestors of the Na’vi people.


Back on Planet Earth I feel a similar connection to our Earth Mother through our Trees. Could our Trees be houses or hotels for our departed? Or at least, our “phone home” tool? Our departed in Spirit would have to have an organic tool with which to communicate. I can see them gathering deep within the green sap energies, lounging in the veins of leaves, feeling the tease of wind and rejoicing in organic clothing.


The root system of Trees connect with each other, sharing their being-ness and heart beat. We as the Family of Man need to follow their example in order to not only survive but thrive. As we breathe out, Trees breathe in, cleaning our atmosphere. They are a big answer to the Climate Change we are experiencing by turning our carbon emissions into oxygen. It’s time for all of us to become Johnny Appleseed’s!


But first, FEEL A TREE


They are very outgoing and friendly beings. If you can feel the essence of a tree, you will be feeling the essence of your Soul, of who you really are.


Yes, Trees may house the spirits of our departed as they seek to dip into our world and communicate with loved ones. Of course Spirits can come through all of Nature to hang with us.


Apart from that, if you can feel a Tree, their emerald energies can heal the human body of all sorts of ailments. I think the Tree-huggers are on to something.


Quick meditation: Lie down on a comfortable mat or even your bed. From the Earth, from the roots of Trees around your dwelling, feel the green sap filled with chlorophyll enter the soles of your feet traveling up your body, invigorating every cell and organ, cleaning and healing every injured atom, restoring it as this green stream rises up through your legs into your pelvis, hips, internal organs, torso, arms, hands, up along the spine into the neck and head, enlivening every neural pathway. Feel the green settle into all that you are. It has always been a part of you. Let it now hug you into wholeness.


Is your Heart smiling yet?



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I prayed for change,

so I changed my mind.

I prayed for guidance and learned

to trust myself.

I prayed for happiness and realized

I am not my ego.

I prayed for peace and learned to

accept others unconditionally.

I prayed for abundance and realized

my doubt kept it out.

I prayed for wealth and realized

it is my health.

I prayed for a miracle and realized

I am the miracle.

I prayed for a soul mate and realized

I am the One.

I prayed for Love and realized

it’s always knocking

but I have to allow it in.


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Are You an Empath? Take the Quiz

After taking the quiz I discovered the type of empath I am: Unicorn/Dolphin with emerging streaks of Sorcerer.  I also learned about non-empaths and predators. I just finished taking the Empath Wellbeing Protocol course. I have discovered empowering tools and feel the healing in my mind, body and Soul. In session 4, the dining room light flickered it was so powerful. I am a lover, psychic and healer.

Just shine your Light.  
“Be the Change you want to see in the World” ~Gandhi