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I see bits and pieces of the younger Raven in my travels: the eager, questioning college kid, the sullen goth girl with her bag of notebooks (change her into a good Christian girl who wore skirts all the time and that was me), the flirty woman, the tough motorcyclist, the academic, the exhausted teacher.

They are all part of my past but the question is : who I am now?

This is when self-creation gets juicy and kind of terrifying. It would be a mistake to try and recapture what I’ve already lived or who I projected to the world when I was younger. Now that I’ve been in VT nearly 10 years, I’ve really become a different person. As I contemplate where to move next — the West Coast keeps pulling — I wonder what landscape and people will suit me. Yet, the move in and of itself doesn’t matter. I’m constantly searching for daily inspiration and know that I’m back to a point of discovery, where a new Raven will fluff out her wings and take flight.

Inspiration — inner and outer — helps us remember who we once were but also who we are becoming. And I can’t wait to see what future “me-s” emerge!

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An Hour of Peace

My new DVD – An Hour of Peace — is a collaboration with Bill Kelley/Navaz and now available on Amazon! It’s a multi-media presentation combining photographs and positive affirmations with music and specific healing frequencies to help create an atmosphere of relaxation and wellness. 

I was lucky to have such an easy collaboration. Easy because Bill did all of the work in creating the DVD! In other words, it’s a mashup of my book, 365 Ways To Keep It Real, Heal Yourself and Be Free with gorgeous photos taken by both of us and includes original music from Navaz.

I guarantee that you will feel relaxed after watching this; I dare you to stay awake through the whole thing. Editing was super difficult because I kept falling asleep in the middle — it’s the binaural beats!

Let me know what you think — and I hope you are having a relaxing 4th of July weekend.

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Your task is not to seek for love but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. — Rumi

In readings on love, some clients wish for a detailed map with time/place/exact description of their future mate. If only it were that easy. What I can guarantee: when you truly love, all bets are off. Love means lowering the drawbridge, dismissing the guards and starting down the road in your best dress. Not the slutty one. Not the ill-fitting suit. Not the pious flower print. No. Not those. The stunning outfit that says, Here I am, love. I’m ready. But it’s tempting to run back up that familiar road, command the guards to their stations and tack down every curtain flapping in the breeze. Back to the clean room with pens neatly lined in wait for fingers. Back to the straight corners tucked into wood-grained walls. Back to the solitude so cherished. When one arrives to read your etheric blueprint, you cast them out for daring to stray past your carpet of caveats. Deciphering the many faces of love can be a trying task, especially if the only one you wish to see is perpetually orgasmic. Life is filled with orgasmic moments. We can be “in love” as much as we desire. It’s when we resist endings — or beginnings — that causes the heart to suffer. The I want, dammit rather than thank you, no matter what. Life is a series of continuous loving moments — what I call the multi-colored continuum — that dot the line. Animals, children, friends, plants, words from strangers, lovers, the whispers (or shouts) from oh-so-close dimensions. We have been fed a line that says, there is only one who will see, accept and fully love me. A soulmate. The one devoted. We are lucky if such a person exists and yes, there are some who will experience that “one” in this lifetime. Fortunately, many “ones” exist — not only to love but help heal us. They love our wounds up to the surface. They surround us with the love of a protective brother. They guide us with the sage wisdom of a grandmother. They are the friends who support and wisely leave for a time.

Let me tell ya. You gotta pay attention to signs. When life reaches out with a moment like this, it’s a sin if you don’t reach back… I’m telling you. — Robert DeNiro, Silver Linings Playbook

I’ll often say in sessions, dream it into being, especially when Cups appear. But this is the dream, the life we’re in now. In the dream of our existence, we dream anew. The unmarred script. Doughy life. Malleable, like water, and once we master the essence, the comings and goings, our steps will be a little lighter. We’ll understand that love is one long breath, a clasping of the hands around a beautiful gemstone that one day we are certain to release in perfect trust. Love is evolution in the form of an eternal thank you. Love is dismantling the moat and walking freely down the road. Love is releasing the dreams of life to actually live the one that asks you to.