Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
These tiny red enamel and crystal beads (pictured above) have been separated by time and space for at least four months. Today, while returning jewelry stored in my safe (stashed there while my home went through another phase of cleansing), one of the missing beads appeared in a different box.
This is not a case of misplacement. In my heart and mind, it is truly a return from spirit. Why do I think this?
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
“Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine.”
Few people realize that this Three Dog Night song has ties with Colliding Rivers and the community of Glide, Oregon. A famous songwriter used to live in a log cabin overlooking the North Umpqua River. His mom got the family business of songwriting started when she wrote a hit for Elvis called “Heartbreak Hotel.”
Guest Post by Karl LaRowe
Where Angels Gather
Angels really do exist. They are amongst us in our everyday lives. They appear as ordinary people except for the pools of love and kindness that swirl in their eyes when you allow yourself to meet their gaze with an open heart. Most of the time, meeting an angel is a rare and wonderful experience in our world today. This was not the case however during our last trip to Birch Bay over the Christmas holidays. We met angels everywhere.
By Pichaya Avery
One morning, I was guided to experiment with a spiritual exercise called “Show Me Love.”1 It is simply to ask God to show you truth, wisdom, understanding, or love. For a whole week, I had been struggling with a minor conflict with someone and contemplating on finding the best way to resolve the issue with greater spiritual awareness and grace.
I sang HU for a few minutes and asked the Inner Teacher inwardly to show me love. Then, I heard the Inner Teacher’s voice. “Go to the park, now.”
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Small or large, dainty or “hefty” of stature
They’ve enrolled in a lifetime of service
Their “job interviews” occur only on the Soul plane
Despite never receiving a promotion or a review, they exceed every expectation or way of “being” humans may devise.
By Michael Avery
A memory often returns this time of year to remind me how one kind thought can change a life. Remarkably, the universe put me in a position where I was able to pay it forward many times over.
I remember standing in front of a carnival tent where rows of stuffed teddy bears were hanging from a wire above me. I was five years old at the time. In the center area of the square carnival tent, pop bottles were positioned side by side in wooden boxes.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Today, I read another story about researchers’ scientific efforts to cure or slow down Alzheimer’s. Many such articles catch my attention. It’s impressive how so many focus on this malady.
Loved ones rarely, if ever, have the capacity to understand their condition. It’s far too complex for anyone in their “right mind” to accept it without going through layers and layers of experiences words cannot encompass. Perhaps one day there will be ways to see then stop the brain’s ‘de-fragging.’
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