Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Years ago, I wanted a dog as I hadn’t had one in a while due to changing housing conditions. I missed the companionship and the unconditional love I had experienced with other dogs I’d had.
I visited a local animal shelter, and I was only there a few moments until one dog caught my attention. I knew it was the right one for me.
Guest Post by Nettie Clarke
I live in a non-smoking apartment building. A couple of people who smoke have to go outside to have a cigarette. One day when I was leaving, I noticed a cigarette butt on the floor of the lobby. I didn’t pick it up. I went on by thinking that the smoker would pick it up. Or maybe I was being lazy, or not wanting to pick up something that could be contaminated in this age of virulent viruses. Not sure why.
By Michael Avery
A two-thousand-dollar settlement from my seventh car accident enabled me to buy a ticket to Mexico, where I planned to live for the winter and heal my broken heart after losing my mom to cancer. I had no idea how long I could live on the small bundle of traveler’s checks I carried with me in my wallet, but I set sail on this new adventure despite the inconvenience of a lonely headwind.
By Pichaya Avery
The Universe has countless ways of teaching us about love, often through the most unexpected encounters. On the first day of 2025, as the world welcomed a new beginning, I received such a wonderful lesson at our favorite park, where a serene pond usually hosts a community of graceful ducks and a solitary great blue heron.
Guest Post by Nettie Clarke
Many years ago, a friend asked me if I would like to go with her to meet two little dogs that needed a home. She had originally sold them to a woman who moved and had left them with her brother who had no time for them. When I entered the home where they were staying, the entire living room was filled with a brilliant blue light. I recognized the Light as the presence of my spiritual teacher. As soon as I recognized the sign, the blue light disappeared.
By Michael Avery
Recently, I was recalling how my mom used to cut the ends off the bacon when my brother and I were growing up. When I asked her about this, she replied that it was the way she’d always done it. It was how her own mother had done it when she was growing up. When we discovered the reason why my grandmother always cut the ends off the bacon, my mom and I had a good laugh. I wrote a parable one day to share the lesson we learned from the experience with others.
Guest Post by Sharon Sheppard, an Animal Communicator (transcribed by Michael Avery)
All the time, I get these beautiful gifts of teaching people and animals about the sacred sound of HU, the powerful mantra that connects us with divine love and the heart of all life. I also remind my clients and their pets about the importance of HU.
By Michael Avery (featuring Sharon Sheppard, an animal communicator)
Shadow’s Gift
I sometimes sing HU to the feral cat at the river where we feed jays and squirrels. Shadow, featured in the image above, loves attention as much as she loves the food people bring for her. I befriended Shadow more than ten years ago, when she was first abandoned, and fed her each morning while working at the water treatment plant adjacent to the park. Winters are especially difficult for Shadow. I grew to admire her survival skills and strength of will. She has been an inspirational teacher.
Guest Post by Nettie Clarke
As I was waking up the other day, the word “Walmart,” came to me. OK, I thought. I have nothing to lose. I will go to Walmart. Another word that had come to me the previous morning was, “Volunteer.”
I got in the car and headed over to Walmart. Timing is everything when I am on a mission, and I can’t mentally figure that out, so I just go about my day with Divine expectation.
By Michael Avery
I was hiking along Horseheaven Creek just north of Steamboat on the North Umpqua River many years ago when I had a vision. In my mind’s eye, I saw a sacred valley called Horse Heaven, where wild horses still run free. Perhaps there exists such a valley in the area, but I didn’t pursue that reality since my vision was so clear and real to me. I memorialized that vision with a poem.
When the memory of that day kept returning, I realized that I’d missed a lesson or an insight back then. Horse Heaven, and especially one pony, was a metaphor. So, I got out the verse I’d written many years ago…
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