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Binding Judgment: The Seer


Here is today’s prompt: Binding Judgment. Does it ever make sense to judge a book by its cover-literally or metaphorically? Continuing on with the blog challenge.

*Please excuse the rugged format. WP and formatting are in mercury retrograde. Perfectionism is not my problem right now-not that it ever was! ūüôā

‚ÄúWhen someone shows you who they are believe them the first time‚ÄĚ ‚ÄďMaya Angelou

Based on a true story:

She wears a beige and maroon checkered blouse, reminding me of my Michigan farm aunts. I search her face wondering if she’d shopped in here before. About mid- fifties, solid, healthy and she wears her hair gray hair sensibly. Nothing about her is forced. I trust her. She stands at the counter watching me check out her groceries, shifting her weight briefly. She’s chosen just-delivered d’anjou pears, fresh almonds, a few flavored yogurts, and a bag of this season’s newest apricots.

‚ÄúIt‚Äôs a great crop this year‚ÄĚ I say, nodding towards the apricots.
‚ÄúCalifornia living at its finest.‚ÄĚ She answers with a twinkle. ‚ÄúThey smell delicious!‚ÄĚ

The early summer breeze drifts in through the open door of the produce market. I can see right out into the parking lot out towards the feed store, and for a moment I feel like I’m in a faded dream. Then I remember a phrase from the book of poems I’m reading. I can’t wait to read it at lunch.  I‚Äôm also just a little excited. Maybe Clayton, the feed store owner‚Äôs son, will be loading the hay trucks today.

My customer scoops up her groceries.

‚ÄúDo you have a minute?‚ÄĚ she asks, ‚ÄúI want to tell  you something.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúSure,‚ÄĚ I respond, ‚ÄúI can take a break.‚ÄĚ
We move our conversation outside to the outdoor tables.
‚ÄúDo you believe in psychics?‚ÄĚ asks the matronly lady suddenly.

‚ÄúWell‚Ķ.I don‚Äôt know. I think there‚Äôs something to it.‚ÄĚ I‚Äôm getting jingly shiver-like goose bumps.

‚ÄúMy name is Irma,‚ÄĚ she said calmly, ‚ÄúI work as a registered nurse over at Baker Hospital‚Ķand‚Ķ I‚Äôm a psychic‚Ķa clairvoyant. Can I look at your hand for a moment?‚ÄĚ

I’m m just a little embarrassed about the scar on my left forearm. Something twinkles in the corner of my right eye. Her hands are soft and warm.
‚ÄúI see that you are a writer…and that you work with your hands…a painter. ‚ÄĚ She continues, ‚Äú and‚Ķ you, too, have the gift of being seer.‚ÄĚ
I have a new friend it seems, and a way to explore the topic I’ve been hiding.Somehow I know she’ll be back to the store and that we will talk again.

Journal prompt: Write a dialogue about someone you’ve met in real life. Have you ever had a feeling about someone, like you’ve known them all your life, and you trust (or don’t trust) them?

Copyright © 2014 Susan E Rowland


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Woo-Woo 101

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¬†” Mercy is the grace of love.” – Kuthumi

Think back to a time when you really wanted something to happen-something good. For example, you’re¬† bored with your job and hankering for some kind of a message, or signal about different work. You pick up a magazine at the corner store and randomly flip to an article on¬†changing careers.¬†¬†It happens.

That‚Äôs woo-woo, pure and simple. Woo-woo is the mysterious, the miraculous, and the angelic. It isn’t always dramatic; it can be about the little things.

Think back to a time when you really wanted something and it didn’t happen. Usually there’s a reason for it, and something better comes along.

You hear a voice urgently telling you to stop. You slow down just in time to see a car running a red light right before you enter the intersection.

Woo-woo is unexplained phenomenon. It’s the gift of an unexpected card in the mail, a winning lottery ticket when you’re wondering how to pay that overdue phone bill. It’s the twinkle of your lover’s eye. It’s blessed peace and quiet when the world has become too loud and oppressive.

Some call woo-woo ‚Äúnew age,‚ÄĚ but really the magic is nothing new. Woo-woo doesn‚Äôt require a college degree, a lot of money, or influential friends in high places.¬† Woo-woo doesn‚Äôt even require believing in it. Sometimes¬†it’s about¬†saving your own¬†life. You got that speeding ticket because divine timing is¬†telling you to slow down, potato head!

¬†“It is not easy to be a pioneer, but oh, it is fascinating. I would not trade one moment, even the worst moment, for all the riches in the world.” – Elizabeth Blackwell, first American woman physician.

Woo-woo is the friend who never lets you down. She’s the angel at your shoulder, he’s the unseen buff dude who protects you from creeps. Woo-woo is the centered and wise one within you, helping manifest your deepest dreams and wishes. Woo-woo whispers in your ear to take a side street and you see a for-sale sign on a house that’s just perfect for you and in your price range. Woo-woo saves your child’s life in a storm, or gives you a dream of a recently departed pet.

So the next time you want to doubt your own intuition, take a deep breath and just listen. If you hear someone snickering, or your own inner critic is being a bully, be strong and know that woo-woo matters. Sometimes power comes in strange forms.

No need to say a word, the angels always hear you.

Journal prompt: 1)Write about something that is troubling you¬†or something you would like to change.¬† Say for example, you are considering moving. Write down a simple intention statement, i.e. “I intend to find the perfect new location.”Use descriptive words… “It’s bustling with charm and interesting colorful people.” ¬†Or “There’s a red barn, an art studio, and a Palomino¬†horse in the pasture.”¬†If you are motivated to go further with this, do a collage about your intention. Do a cut and paste of pictures of your dream location. What colors jump out at you? How about words?

2) ¬†If you don’t have a specific question, ask your woo-woo guides to simply¬†give you a message. Write, “I intend to receive a message.”

3) Then, take a trip to your local library, bookstore, or haul out that box of old magazines in the garage.  Clear your mind, relax completely and browse. When you are ready, ask your angels to help you pick a book or magazine. Open to any page and point your finger at a sentence. Read the whole paragraph. Look for keywords. Is there anything relevant to your question?  Write your observations.

If nothing happened, and you think it is all hogwash, write about that.

Feel free to share your observations here.

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¬† “The more inwardly defined you are, the less you need.” – Dean Ornish, MD.

Posted in intuitive readings, memoir

Looking Back

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Looking back

Into the long hallway of memories

There comes a ghost with a tricky mind.

Someone said it never happened,

Yet I know the travel occurred.

During the season of the ancestors

My orange, black, and blue reflections contain many doors.

I emerge with scars, victorious.

                                           the old barn

Discussion: I have paranormal¬†memories from childhood (and into adulthood)¬†that can‚Äôt be confirmed¬†by anyone else. This doesn’t mean the memories are faulty.¬†I no longer doubt my own experiences.¬†As I delve into continuing the¬†memoir writing process¬†the challenge is to forge ahead and get the thoughts and events down, regardless of what other people may or may not accept as truth. Later on, I shared some events with other people who enjoyed¬†reflecting because they also had, and currently have experiences.¬†What a relief!¬†Writing the truth is a battle between¬† feeling despair and being a champion of courage.

Journal prompt: Write about what certain memories mean to you. Have you ever experienced the paranormal? What comes to mind when you think of doorways and halls?

Copyright ©  2013 by Susan E. Rowland original poetry & photography. All rights reserved

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September Harvest and Virgo Rising, Ramblings on Seasons and Astrology

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“Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” – Mother Teresa, a Virgo.

September is such a lovely month. Fall colors emerge and harvest time is here. School starts. Temperatures cool off in the Northern Hemisphere.  It’s Virgo time until the 21st when we move into Libra. Virgos are said to be born to serve, are analytical, and can be somewhat critical. If you need a good legal correspondent or health care professional, hire a Virgo.  Earthy, practical and often punctual,  natives are said to make good researchers. Their birth season is  harvest time, so food and matters of diet are highlighted. Think cornucopia.

Don‚Äôt believe in astrology? That‚Äôs ok. I was a skeptic too. My first encounter with an astrologer was with¬†my neighbor back in Oakland during the early ‚Äė70‚Äôs. Annie, an older classy Libra made a flippant comment to me ¬†with ‚ÄúWell of course you are a Gemini! I could have told you that!‚ÄĚ I huffed and puffed and took my curious Gemini, sensitive Moon in Cancer self off to the nearest used book store and bought Write Your Own Horoscope,¬†by Joseph P. Goodavage. I was up all night reading. I remember daylight emerging as I, with my natal¬†Virgo rising, ¬†started analyzing myself, then¬†everyone in my family and¬†of course,¬† my friends.

Goodavage set out to disprove astrology once and for all. He fell head over heels into the study. He wrote about the history, citing facts, and then wrote lessons.  He became a professional astrologer.

I still have the faded, out-of-print copy of Goodavage’s book on my shelf. I’ve never thought to part with it.  In those early days when Annie tried to tip me off about the Gemini archetype being bookish, yet excitable like a bird hopping from tree to tree, and a jack of all trades, I wanted to resist and argue. So, I read everything I could get my hands on about astrology, including the farmers almanac and the Foxfire books series and recorded it all in my journal.

People fear what they don’t understand. So,¬†¬†even though I was worried about being considered fickle and changeable, (sorry, nobody gets out of the challenging¬†aspects of astro-analysis), I was already studying¬† Jung‚Äôs synchronicity when astrology entered my consciousness.¬†¬†I share a birthday with diarist,¬†Anne Frank. When I read her diary I felt as if I was looking into my own psyche. Later on, when I started doing channelings¬†and past life regressions I visited¬†one of my¬†lifetimes where I had an experience¬†similar to Anne Frank. Why do certain¬†images or thoughts¬†pull at us?¬†¬†Synchronicity, dreams and memories start to make sense when we do art and write.¬†These stories¬†are told in my memoir.

In tarot, the card corresponding to Virgo is IX, the Hermit. It’s one of my most treasured archetypes and one of  my personal  numerology  numbers. The Hermit is the ultimate analyzer. Taking time to study and walking alone in nature is dear to me.

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Of course, there is much more to the story than one’s sun sign. After 30 plus years of pouring over natal charts and aspects, I still feel like I’m at the beginning.

I‚Äôve never been into trying to persuade anyone to believe in something.¬† Science is here for a reason. I do need proof and I don’t follow anything blindly.¬†Certain images, symbols and experiences one feels are highly personal. That’s art. For me,¬†¬†it‚Äôs fun and reassuring to know that there is a huge family of believers out there who already understand a way of looking at life. I love the light.

¬†Have a theory? Bring it on! I’d love to talk. Curious about an intuitive reading? Email me.

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Journal prompt: Write about astrology. Do you believe in it? Do you share any of the traditional archetypes of your sign? Do you share a birth date with anyone famous? Write out your feelings about astrology and numerology. Hogwash or lots of fun?

Happy Labor Day and journaling!

Art, photos, poetry  copyright  ©2013 by Susan E. Rowland, all rights reserved.

Posted in intuitive readings, memoir, social commentary, Writing for healing

Begin, Begin, Begin.

‚ÄúMiracles are a way of earning release from fear.‚ÄĚ A Course in Miracles

Welcome to my new blog on WordPress, raw bones and all. The widgets and links will come later. Meanwhile it‚Äôs great to be back in the writing circuit. I wanted to write something light and airy however my thoughts are otherwise. With journal writing what emerges is often intense.

We need some miracles.

Begin: I made resolutions for 2013 and I’m excited about them. I’m going to help people learn to read. My resolution is  to continue working in the field of spirituality, education, and expressive arts therapy. My resolution is to continue believing in miracles.

Begin: How can we begin again after each tragedy? Newtown. Aurora. Tucson. Columbine. Does anyone even remember Paducah, Kentucky? How about Conyers, Georgia?

Consider: When tragedy strikes again asking ourselves ‚Äúwhy‚ÄĚ is ridiculous. I still find it interesting that families hide mental health issues We hurry on to the next topic. People will talk about broken arms, the weather, and hauling kids to basketball practice, but don‚Äôt go to that other place. You know‚Ķabout that‚Ķproblem? An evasive hint becomes a silent scream.   Even close friends hide the truth from each other. Don‚Äôt talk about that! Don‚Äôt talk about depression, bipolar disorder, sexual abuse, betrayal, or the isolated and  anxious relative. Are we so embarrassed to be human? Hush, hush, bang, bang.

 One phrase that keeps repeating itself is that ugly cowardly phrase ‚Äúnobody said anything.” This doesn’t mean we become busybodies or blind supporters of pablum. It means somebody files a report somewhere. It means somebody took a chance. It means a caseworker, supervisor, or detective worked a longer day. A neighbor reached out.

And sometimes we can do nothing-but I can’t accept that.

I think Oprah Winfrey singlehandedly blew the lid off of families hiding problems. We still have a long way to go because neighborhoods and families still hide secrets.

Begin: Talk about issues. Talk about life. Ask for help.

Consider: The issue is never about blame. Anyone with an iota of understanding knows  blame is useless. It  is a psychological defense mechanism. The concept of blame belongs in the caveman era. Blaming someone, unless the current scenario is centered on catching a criminal before another offense is committed, is not part of intervention, healing or therapy. The goal is to understand the reasons underneath thoughts, impulses, and behavior when children are young. The goal is to guide people in helping them understand that options are available.

Begin: I recommend a couple of books. Stop Teaching Our Kids to Kill  by  Lt. Col. Dave Grossman and Gloria DeGaetano, written in 1999 by a retired  military man and his educator co-author,  delves into the facts of our violence epidemic. We may argue until we are numb, but interpersonal violence seems to be on the rise. How many ways can we spell a cry for help?

 The second book that may now seem dated is: High Risk: Children Without a Conscience.  Published in the late 80‚Äôs, High Risk is still loudly relevant and should be required reading in any psychology or sociology class. Learn to spot problem behaviors, not only in children, but in family dynamics to understand how deviance can be intergenerational. Recognizing challenges is the first step in learning to acknowledge the red flags and then to address them.

Beyond the simplistic and moronic territorial view of blame, shame, and name-calling, families and teachers have been asking for early childhood intervention, programs for education, and community involvement since the inception of Head Start and other intelligent programs.

I believe there is hope for the future and the future is now. Let my first blog of 2013 be part of the act of beginning.

Coming up: What is an intuitive reading?