Posts Tagged ‘animals’
I love plants and enjoy sharing space with them. I several in my home and take very good care of them. I’m mindful to water them around the same time every week and I even talk to them. In many ways, I look at them as my friends.
I live in a home that doesn’t get much sunshine, so I have selected plants that require low light. While they never receive any direct sunlight, they are thriving like champs and are healthy and happy.
Plants are much like people in that sense. Some of us require a lot of people around us to be happy, the same way some plants need lots of sunshine. But some of us require lots of quiet, alone time, like some plants prefer the shade. We all recharge and thrive in different ways. Read the rest of this entry »
Whilst on a sojourn in the tender land of parochial goodness, I have found nature to be preferential and discerning, not at all encompassing and sappy, mind the pun! It has been as if there has been an awakening in the last few months of communication between all the species that has revealed intelligence far beyond ours, and it chooses whether it wants to talk to us.
What I have found is that they are profoundly annoyed by some humans’ attention. As an animal empath, I have found it profoundly disturbing to see the neglect against animals by their owners, whilst they can understand and not appreciate the messages from their pets. Read the rest of this entry »
This is a story about Synda, the shapeshifting cougar. Synda is human, but she also has the gift of being a shapeshifter. She cares for all homeless pets discarded by their uncaring humans. These careless people buy their pets, domestic or wild, just because they were cute or exotic to own, as a social status symbol. In other words, they become pet owners just to show off to their friends. Then when they find out there is so much work to keeping a pet, they just simply get rid of them – sent off to fend for themselves, hurt and broken. Synda then finds these unwanted animals and become their mother and caretaker.
Synda knows that there are also good humans around, and she would regularly visit them especially at night. Since she possesses the power of invisibility, they are not aware of her, and don’t become frightened by the sight of a rather ‘large cat’ sitting by them and smiling! Read the rest of this entry »
I thought today of how certain expressions tend to stick in our minds; thoughts which we adopt for a while, or even a lifetime. It can be the words of a famous writer we have read somewhere, an expression in a song, or even just the ideas of somebody we just had a brief conversation with.
Internationally renowned author and speaker, Wayne Dyer, once said, “You will never get everything done.” It’s a good feeling at the end of the day, to know that we’ve gotten through much on our ‘to-do list.’ But for me, I also gain some comfort from such as words of wisdom as Wayne Dyer’s, as well as the poem, Desiderata, which advises us to, “Go placidly amid the noise and the haste.” Read the rest of this entry »
Some people imagine the phenomenon of ‘healing’ (physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual) to be this utterly extraordinary experience. I don’t discount the miracle of healing. I healed from a severe health crisis myself in 2016, and continue to heal to this day. That being said, I believe the process of healing is really a universal one.
We have all lived, in a sense, a life of rebellion, even if we may seem like the most peaceful creatures. We were born into this existence, and know no other way.
Even our parents ‘broke the rules’ somewhere along the way. Maybe they fed us too much fast food, bought us toxic toys or violent computer games, used the television set as a babysitter, or participated in many other modern examples of doubtful ‘caring’ for us… in ways that may not be what the Divine Creative Force originally intended for us. Read the rest of this entry »
My mother was in some ways a woman of the times. She hauled water from a well to feed and clean her children, as well as her home. She also made her own bread and jams from the local berries we picked. She also put up preserves for the winter and grew her own vegetables.
Just outside our backdoor was my mother’s vegetable garden, and the shed where she had to take the wood from for the big kitchen stove. Daily, my mother would come out of the house to complete her chores, and to this present time and I can clearly recall a blue jay bird that used to squawk at her. It was not just idle chat on the blue jay’s part. He would squawk, my mother would respond, and it always appeared as if he could completely understand what she was saying.
I was doing a remote viewing reading recently for a friend, whose golden retriever had gone missing, to see if I could locate the dog. I saw her in a pasture, near a barn. There happened to be a farm right up the road from my friend’s house, so that is where she went.
She sent me a message later to let me know that she had found her Daisy, near a barn, like I had seen her. The owners had been trying to figure out who she might belong to. They had just taken a picture of her and was about to get posters made to share around, in hopes of finding her owner.
I was so happy for my friend, because she got Daisy four years ago, after her previous dog, Honey, had passed. Honey lived for nearly 8 years, before passing due to health issues. They were so connected, and she has always felt that Daisy and Honey have many similarities. She even felt at times that Honey’s spirit may have reincarnated through Daisy. Honey also looked just like Daisy, both golden retrievers. Read the rest of this entry »
I have been putting off writing this blog. It still hurts to write about losing my dog, Chopper, in October of 2016. It stays with me. Clearly, I am not over this loss. If a dog can be a soulmate, Chopper was one of mine. Is this a metaphysical topic for a metaphysical blog? I would say yes. How much more spiritual can building a loving relationship with another creature be? And them allowing you to sit with them while they pass?
I met Chopper when he was two years old. He was at a shelter a couple of hours away from my home. His foot was injured from trying to paw his way out of the kennel and he had non-contagious mange. He smelled awful! Read the rest of this entry »