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At the top of my list of people who have taught, inspired and opened doors for me is Caroline Myss. Caroline began as writer (continues) and publisher and then discovered her ability as a medical intuitive. Now Caroline primarily teaches. Caroline is a mystic. http://www.myss.com

This is not a tribute to Caroline Myss though I am looking forward so much to seeing her again. She will be in Boston this November and my ticket is on the white board in front of me. There will be gazzilions of people and auditorium seating only but her energy is huge and mine is open to hers so much that I can sit farthest away and feel it. Okay, reminder, this is not about Caroline Myss.

It is about Truth. And funny that word has been jumping around in me all week as I ponder the actions of someone else and my re-actions and if they come from fear and ego won’t have Truth either.

Then Caroline came forward with an email on Truth. Of course. When you step in to who you are and you ask the universe to open your eyes and provide guidance it does not just come in the form of heavenly angels whispering in your ear at night.

It can come electronically in an email from someone you already admire or someone you never heard of before. You just have to have your eyes and ears open. The universe is no fool and computers, websites and emails are rudimentary tools in their eyes.

Caroline has provided me with what I need to look at around this issue that has got my ego in a twist this week. I don’t know how it will effect my actions yet but I do know that if I pray the outcome will be better than if I do not.

Here’s Caroline Myss.

Here is her message.

TRUTH AS THE PULSE OF GOD

Stand in the power of this prayer . . .

“How will you come to me, Lord? How will I know you? How will I recognize you? I know you will come for me. You will slip into my being, perhaps in the middle of the night while I sleep. Maybe You will come for me when I am not looking for You, when I am distracted, staring into an oncoming storm, fearing my immortality.

Or maybe You will come to me in the midst of a lie that pours out of my mouth effortlessly. You will let me know You are listening as I listen to myself say something that is not true as easily as if I were giving the time of day. I tell myself that my lies are insignificant, that they don’t matter. How do I know what matters, what is significant? What if I am being tested? Observed? Did you know I put my conscience to sleep years ago? Maybe that’s how You will come to me – You will awaken my conscience like a sleeping dragon, one day, when I am weakened by disease, or fear, or loneliness, and I will be forced to face the truth that I fear You. I fear Truth. You are Truth itself, and I feel that power rumble like an earthquake through my being each time my eyes look into the eyes of another human being.

One word of Truth exchanged through the eyes of another is enough to bond two human beings for eternity, the power of a sacred union. No wonder we fear Truth. No wonder we fear You. How will you come to me, Lord? You will come through Truth. You will make me need You and I will come searching. You will make me shed my skin, my illusions, my weaknesses, like boils ready to burst on my burning flesh. And then, when I am broken, too weak to deceive even myself, there You will be, already resurrecting my soul. Somehow, Lord, I found this Truth already lodged in my heart. You’ve already come for me.”

In Caroline’s email she asks, actually Caroline tells us to turn off the distractions we are using at the moment and contemplate these questions.

1. What is Truth for you? Do you think about “truth” as something that is just the “opposite of lying,” or does Truth for you also have cosmic, mystical proportions?
2. Do you struggle with speaking the truth? Do you allow yourself to lie? A little? A lot? Daily? And let me make this easy for you: A lie means you are not telling the TRUTH. There’s no qualifier here.
3. Do you assume people lie? We live in a society in which lying is more acceptable than speaking the truth. For example, we assume that our politicians are liars, that financial and corporate cartels are liars – and guess what? We don’t care! We have grown so accustomed to a culture of lies that we have grown numb to it. So the question is, “Why have YOU personally chosen to become numb to this culture of lies?” And the more significant question, “How much influence has this dark culture of lies had upon the breakdown of your personal integrity?” Mind you, it may not have had any influence or it may have inspired you to become a Whistleblower, a person sick to death of all the lies in this society. Or you may have just caved in and drunk the kool-aid, deciding that if everyone else is doing it, saying things that aren’t true and getting away with it, what the hell.
4. When people call me for help because their health or their life is in crisis, they never, ever bring up Truth as their core point of crisis. But it always is. What Truths are you personally wrestling with? Asked differently, “What secrets have become too painful or heavy to carry?”

I am interrupted now by the sound of mail dropping into my mail box and I go to retrieve it. It is quite nice out this morning with the promise of changing weather and the hope that it will not get as hot as reported.

Truth is I have been listening to the mail truck coming up the hill, making the couple of stops and then turning at the top and coming my way. I thought it passed my house without stopping. As I cut and pasted Caroline’s words and contemplated my own; the Truth was in the mail delivery that I was listening to in the background.

I was thinking about if the item I was waiting for arrived what would my reaction be? If it was not how would I handle that. Truth is if it arrived or not should have no bearing on my Truth. Or so we are taught. It goes back to what the Truth is.

Truth is more than making a decision and not wavering. Truth is more than answering a question or stating a point that is completely factual. It is more than not telling tales, making up stories about others, hiding facts or creating drama where it does not exist.

Truth is looking at why. Truth is seeing, not just knowing that if that piece of paper was not in my mailbox that it would in my opinion allow me to act with words and certainly thoughts in a certain way. Really! Whose truth is that? Mine. Well not so fast. If we, alone on our own define what the truth is we are in big trouble. But it is exactly what we do.

We decide what is true and we live and die by it. We decide what is true and measure every step we take and we condone and condemn others and ourselves by what we decide.

Truth is nothing like that. We think It is based on how we define it but you know how that goes when we (humans) decide what is we are always far off the mark because of our ….. well I could make a huge list of what prompts our decisions, rules and definitions but I can only really come up with one. Truth is all about Fear.

Truth is not getting that piece of paper when I should have brought up fear around being labeled as something I wouldn’t agree with or much like. It meant someone, in my human opinion, was using and abusing power. And certainly was not being truthful with words. Truth is what happened on the other end of this piece of paper is not only not my business it has nothing to do with my Truth. But in protecting my self (from my own fears) I could let my ego take charge. It is a powerful force this ego of mine and I could stand behind it justified and honor bound and go to the mat for it. I could call that my Truth.

What happens when I open the mailbox and see what is there is what my Truth is; it is not on a mat. Truth is knowing that if I am touched either way by what is or is not there I own it. Truth is not about having no reaction, it is not about having no feeling in my gut or in my heart. It is about owning it. When I reach in and find it is not there and then feel angst coming up or feel nothing that I call “don’t care” the truth is owning both. If I carry the “what the heck is going on here” thoughts with me all day, truth is owning that. Truth is not saying it is caused by or belongs to someone else but owning that I think that.

Truth is an amazing tool. Without it Fear would do us in. Truth is we should not fear Truth. We should use Truth more often and know that the universe will let us know when we get it right. We will feel and it will feel great.

The piece of paper was not in the mailbox. Truth is that will not change or impact my day but if it did, well the day has not happened yet so if it does, I own it. I will endeavor to not judge my self whichever way it goes. And if (when) I do judge my self I will endeavor to be kind. Knowing that Truth alone answers every question that may come up makes it all right with the world on my end of the mail route. If my ego slips in with a delivery of fears I will pray for them to be rerouted quickly.

Knowing that Truth and God go hand in hand and are waiting for me on the Front Porch to enjoy the day makes it all so very good.

Thank you Caroline Myss for sending true words and wonder filled prayers to use in my conversations with God, the universe, on the Front Porch today.


I had to make a new path for myself last week.  I had known for a while that it was necessary and that if I didn’t do it I would be regretting it soon.  The time when it would be too late was fast approaching so I made a plan and dug in.  I am happy to say it went smoother than I thought and the payoff has been great.  This path was so important to me that it has caused me to think about the wherewithal of the paths in our lives. 

  •       You are always on a path.  Is it one you made or does it belong to someone else and you are just using it?  Are you trespassing even?
  •       A path always has a beginning and an end though sometimes we can’t be sure of either point.  (That should never stop us!)
  •       There will be obstacles on every path.
  •       Sometimes a path should be abandoned or re-routed to another destination.
  •       There are Spiritual, Physical and Emotional paths.  They are equally important.
  •       When you have done the work and your path is clear in front of you the payoff is wonderful.
  •       You have a primary path and this is the one you should be most aware of.
  •       Including a place to stop and rest along your path is a great idea!
  •       Even a well made path needs to be attended. 

This is one of those paths in life that I will have to make again but for now the path to my wood shed is clear.  Well it was this morning.  So while I will go back out now to attend to this path I will think about other paths in my life that may need to be checked on and new ones waiting to be created.

Have you thought about your paths lately? 


My Musings for a New Year aka Stop Blaming the Stories

I love the Winter Solstice.  It is still best when spent on a winter mountain in Vermont with warmth and quiet and comfort.  Snowshoeing with the moon or tending to the heat of the cabin are still parts of it that I do not look to erase with a better story.  For me stories are the best and rank high if not highest in the manner of our living.  My spirit not only invests in them, it invents them.  We all do and to say otherwise is false.  I think stories and fables and all else like it are under-rated.   They are the means of living.  Take away the mountains and the man and the bright winter moon and there is still a story to nourish me when I need it. 

Oh yes, stories, fables, beware!  If you get caught in a story of any kind you what?  Implode, explode, sit still, distill, wage war or melt?  No surely.  It is not the story to be blamed.  It is not the beliefs either that wilt away this precious life.  It is you!

Really.  All you.  Now that is scary and so we blame stories and storytellers and the like.  If you are sitting today being much the same as last year it is not the stories you have been told or told.  It is you and there is a difference and the stories really don’t care.  They will go on long after we are gone.  Even when the story is changed, forgotten or denied it still exists.  But it doesn’t care.  All of our stories sit recorded in the library of our Soul but even then they are like the breathe we just took.  Trying to catch that breathe or that story again will never really happen.  That second breathe is not the same as the first one and neither are our stories.  As much as we tell them over and over and for some people it is all there is over and over and over again, in their essence stories are the very fabric of the energy that we are.

Now what do you do with that?  If I took away all of your stories (because that is what we are to believe or better said, that is what I need you to do) so that you could move forward and live more fully and be happy and content, have less pain and sorrow and well, be more alive; isn’t the first thing we would do is make a story out of it?   You would, and I would too.  What we do next though is the piece, the peace, the only thing that matters.

You might take a tiny step forward then fall back onto your bed of old stories, quite comfortably too.  You may repeat this throughout your life.

You might run ahead, leaping, jumping but never touching the ground again.  You will declare the end of your stories, of all stories until your last breathe only to find when you pass over the first thing you have to do is tell that very story.

Maybe you reject the very notion of stories (about yourself).  You will go on living this life without seeming to move one step away from (into) your being and you will only fool yourself with that.  The neatest thing is that when you move forward out of this life you will find the story you didn’t have was the most amazing one ever.

Or maybe, you embrace stories.  Maybe you can see how joyous it is that we have them.  The creator could have made something other than chocolate and we would be fine with it.  Our means of life could be done in a way other than a beating heart and we wouldn’t know the difference.  But let us keep sacred our stories and the stories of others.  Don’t let them trip you up or hold you back.  Don’t let them be over used or abused or used as weapons.  Keep them as sacred objects that our Souls cherish and honor and gave to us as the means of remembering what we are here for.  Living.  Now that is the story.


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On a clear cold but refreshing day I walked out of a Boston medical center parking garage and replied “I am not coming back here, I think they will kill me.”  I went home and did everything I could to get healthy my way, traditional with me in charge mixed in with meditating, praying and playing.  So far, 16 years later, I am all good.  (I jump in to add the caveat ‘of course that could change in a moment’ but that is for a future tale about true trust and this Enforcer profile thing I have.)  

So much of the hard stuff from that time has passed.  I can get teary-eyed still about one day but the thing I remember is how much I didn’t get carried away, emotional and scared.  That made me think there was something really wrong with me.  Stage IV cancer, okay very scary, but why is it that deep inside I felt okay.  Physically I was in tough shape and damn sick with the requisite problems that come with hospitalizations.  Mostly I wanted my life back.  The mundane single mother life stuff that I totally loved, that’s what I was longing for.

I knew how to be a difficult patient, a funny one and sometimes a missing one.  All the while it seemed like ordinary days interrupted by needing help for everything.  I never said that out loud before.  Back then, I would say the most important things were showing my 13 year old son life goes on for him as it was and not dying before my mother. 

Now it is suddenly obvious.  I knew my path then I just didn’t know what a path was. 

It has taken years of porch talk, then suddenly the obvious is no longer unclear.  I have a path and it is called my life.   Oh, and damn, everyone has one.  Okay so not special today either!

But I do have the blessing of using my front porch and of recognizing there are many angels and guides that have my back.  So many of them in fact it is really hard for me to fall backwards off a healing table.  I seriously had to tell them to move away and trust I would be okay. 

The path includes in no small way that day in Boston when I said I would not be back.  It includes some big life decisions before that when I felt outside of my body because I really didn’t want to go along with what I was doing.  Wouldn’t change any of them now but I also, and this is the big piece, I doubted the experience of seeing what was going on almost like in the third person.  I dismissed knowing I was standing in my kitchen and telling that self I was looking at to call the doctor though I did call the doctor.  I laughed but surely dismissed the real message behind the repetitive dream of a place I would find myself in 20 years after the dreams started.  And the nickname that is known by a tiny group but showed up outside the real town of that same dream.

Some of it is that in living a fairly ordinary life with minimal quirks there was a known danger in sharing everything out loud.  At least I thought that.  Maybe I was right and that is another of those out of body experiences telling me how it works. 

The time is now that I embrace all of it and welcome more.  Bring it on I say to my universe.  Which just means I can see now what I noticed but didn’t see before.   I can see an entire life that is different than the one I lived.  Now I get to rewrite this life and with that I change the life I am living now.


On the front porch people are usually sitting quietly or seeming to rock back and forth in rhythm with the street or the wind. Sometimes a radio is giving a score and on the stoop sits a neighbor glad for a reason to stop for a while. Oh no, that is the picture from an old movie, or a distant memory. Who sits on their porch anymore?

I do. Less often in busy times but enough that it is now well known as a fun place to be; a quiet place at dawn; a hiding place; a place that breathes; a place to wait and see what is coming up the hill. Often I pick times when only the birds know I am there. I contemplate the day before me or the day behind me.

Sometimes I am hiding from work to be done in the house or grass to be cut in the back. Ten projects to be started, ten more to finish and I will sit on the front porch instead. My eyes are blurry from too much computer but adjust quickly to see the birds. I can count the weeds to be pulled on another day. This is when I grow my Soul and recover my Spirit.

Equally good are the times I am not alone. A neighbor stops, a friend drives up, a sister pulls into the driveway. Or they enter by way of the call on the phone and I take them to the porch with me.  We talk up and down the hill, in and out of the clouds. Yesterday’s story, today’s tragedy (tissues available) but always on my porch is the hint of tomorrow. That is how my front porch is the picture of movement in place.

We may look like we are sitting there with nothing to do, relaxing after a long day or waiting on someone but surely as there is a porch then there is evolution.  On my porch, sometimes it is a revolution. The chakras may be lining up or hiding but the energy on the porch is getting an alignment for the action coming. It might be expected to come up one side of the hill or the other, out of the pines or the clouds but the first thing I tell anyone on the porch is that it will always come from the heart.

That is how the front porch heals and it is how we grow our Souls and recover our Spirits together.