Dear Friends,

The energy-sensitive among us will notice a significant ramping up of light energy during the next few weeks. The usual advice applies: drink lots of water, get more rest, focus on what you desire to experience in your life instead of what you do not, eat in a way that nourishes your body and spirit, ask your angels to help you make the best use of this energy, and so on. It’s all good.

During sudden strong bursts of light energy, we may notice that our relationships with others appear to suffer. We may become testy with each other. Misunderstandings may escalate into friendship-ending fights. We may notice significant others making up stories about things they think we said or did and we may notice significant others justifying their own stories. They may sincerely believe these stories are truth and may resist our efforts to heal misunderstandings. The more love we may send into a situation, the worse the situation may appear to become. We may feel abandoned, judged, and powerless. Or we can be doing the same thing to others. Even the biggest lies can create what feels like real pain in the heart.

Don’t believe the lies. It’s not the truth.

As our light suddenly ramps up and up, it can make others uncomfortable, and it can make us uncomfortable. People can see and people can sense that something is different about us. They are, at the same time, attracted and repelled by that something different. They may intensely crave being in our energy and in our company at the same time their egos are doing everything possible to throw us out of their lives. It can be confusing to be on the other end of this behavior. Some of us look for names or even diagnoses to identify this behavior in an attempt to understand it. Some of these names and diagnoses may be accurate, but the act of naming the situation creates even more polarity.
These beautiful souls are not yet ready to drop their ego stories to remember who they really are: they are love. They always have been, and they always will be. But the idea of believing that we and they are love terrifies the ego. The ego has spent a lifetime erecting defenses and excuses that keep ourselves and others from remembering who we really are. There is no separation at the level of the soul, but the unrestrained ego has a way of creating separation and polarity where there is none. Of all the games we play when we come into the body, this game has the potential to create the most emotional turmoil.

What can we do?

• Make every effort not to take things personally. If being around people who seem to have committed to distancing you is too draining and too painful, bless them and detach. They will return to their true nature if and when they stop believing the lies they’ve told themselves and see that they are love, too. Perhaps they will chose to reconnect with you in a loving bond and perhaps they won’t. Whatever choice they make, it’s perfect for where they are at that time, and it’s not always about you.
• Don’t stop shining your light, no matter how much your heart may hurt. The light heals the planet, the light heals people you may only meet for a brief moment in the grocery, the light helps us all in ways we cannot see. If you have committed to shining your light, then shine it freely.
• Don’t buy into the stories that the egos of others may make up about you. Believing those stories can dim your light. Know the truth of who you are and know the truth of who others are.
• If at all possible, make an effort to physically see or speak on the phone to others when misunderstandings occur. The rise of e-mail communications has given rise to barricaded relationships. E-mail is the great distancer, the refuge of those who are afraid of their true natures and of the true natures of others. I’ve seen e-mail destroy relationships in my life because it keeps people from connecting in real time. It’s much easier to feel the soul love that connects us all during physical visits or telephone chats, and feeling that soul love makes it harder for the ego to destroy what may have been a deeply loving bond. I can think of times I’ve allowed myself to become upset by someone’s behavior, only to melt when I heard the love in their voice once more. I chose to melt. It’s what my heart wanted me to do, and I’m following what my heart wants more and more. Many people have taken to using e-mail to communicate because it shields them from experiencing true connection. How much heart energy do you feel in reading silent words on a screen, compared to the heart energy you feel when hearing the love and the vibrational signature in one’s voice or seeing the love energy in one’s eyes? If shining your light is a priority for you, then shine it in the strongest way: directly.
• Know that there are many others who will choose to be around your loving nature and allow them the time to find you. In the meantime, fall in love with yourself and treat yourself with loving respect. You are doing some of the hardest work you will be doing in this lifetime by allowing yourself to remember who you really are, so please take time to love yourself through the process.
• If people choose to leave your life, do what you can to separate paths with love and respect in person or, if you must, on the phone. Again, not on e-mail. Wish them well. If it’s not appropriate for some reason for you to speak with them, wish them well, soul to soul. Bless them for the contributions they have made to your growth. Know that you have also contributed to their growth in ways you and they may never realize. Also know that they may be back at some point, when they and you are more in harmony. If they return (and the current Mercury Retrograde lasts until 9 July, so there may be those from your past who will contact you once more), love them and bless them, whether or not you choose to reconnect in loving friendship or relationship.
• Bless those who appear to be doing everything they can to shut down your light. They are your greatest teachers, if you can learn to see them in that way. They can help you to strengthen your commitment to remembering who you really are and to doing the work you came here to do. The more they try to shut down your light, the more their egos fear that they could also be as bright as you. Take it as a compliment!
• Do whatever helps you center and balance yourself. People come and go, but the path of the soul is eternal. Stay devoted to following that path.
• Know that you are loved and honored beyond measure by those on both sides of the Veil.

Namaste, Earth Angels.

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I’d made plans last spring to accompany a friend on a business trip in August. The plane tickets had been purchased, I’d booked space for my dog at the kennel, and I’d cleared the time to go. And then I gradually became aware of a voice in my head that said, “You need to study herbs that week.” I tried to ignore the voice. It was important to my friend that I go with her. I thought of how I’d feel if the situation was reversed, if I’d needed someone to go somewhere with me and that someone suddenly changed her mind. It didn’t feel good to put myself in her shoes, but the voice got louder and louder. I asked my friend to find another companion, but no one could go. I tried to figure out a way for me to travel with her in both directions and still study herbs that week; several options initially looked promising but didn’t work out. In the meantime, I learned of an herb convention scheduled to take place that week. I was faced with one of those choices where someone would get hurt no matter what I chose to do. I could keep my promise to her, or I could follow the voice.

I followed the voice.

The friend took my choice personally, but she found another travelling companion. I felt in my heart that I had done what I was supposed to do and accepted her decision to judge me.
I enjoyed attending the classes at the convention. Someone I’d shared a table with during mealtime at the same company’s convention four years earlier gave an excellent presentation on helping ADD and ADHD children, and I wanted to tell him how good I thought he was. I looked for a moment to praise him, but each time I saw him, he was surrounded by others. I was in my room the last night, packing to return home, when the voice told me to go downstairs to the banquet room. I listened to the voice, went downstairs, and saw my friend in the hall chatting with the president of the herb company. I interrupted their conversation for a moment to say bravo. I spoke from my heart, praising the speaker for an exceptional job, before apologizing for the interruption and returning to my room.

The week after I returned home, the president of the herb company called me, asking how I’d liked the convention. I was surprised to hear from him as I didn’t think he knew who I was out of the several hundred people attending. I wasn’t wearing my name tag when I’d interrupted that conversation, and we hadn’t previously met. Why would he phone me? He invited me to stay in touch with him if I had questions. I appreciated his calling me and told him I would stay in touch.

I ended up calling him for advice several weeks later. My mother had developed a life-threatening health issue that her doctor was unable to control with medication. I felt my mother was dying. She was in the early stages of kidney failure, her memory had gotten a lot worse, her walking was unstable, and her blood pressure was sky high. My mother’s doctor was open to my doing alternative therapies with her, so I called in several herb experts I know to join me in designing a new supplement program for her. The president suggested two products his company sells, I started her on them right away, and she got her life back. Her blood pressure was in the normal range two days after starting the supplements, she didn’t have to be hospitalized, and she gradually became stronger and healthier each day until she unexpectedly fell several months later. I prayed a lot and asked others to pray for her while she was in crisis, I did a lot of energy work on her while she was in crisis, I asked for spiritual guidance each day to be of greatest service to her while she was in crisis, and we had our miracle.

My mother fell almost three months ago, and that voice that had urged me to study herbs is still talking. It’s prompted me to contact a variety of experts who are helping me to help my mother. The voice is telling me what to do when I need to do it, and it hasn’t failed me yet. The voice even sent someone back into my life to help my mother, someone I fell out of touch with several years ago. He unexpectedly called me two weeks ago, saying he had been thinking about me and wanted to reach out. He didn’t know about my mother, but his own internal voice told him to touch in with me. He didn’t have my new phone number, so he called a mutual friend to get it. He is a homeopath. He suggested that I give my mother a homeopathic remedy, and the remedy helped dramatically. That’s the way things go around here. When we don’t have a miracle, something is wrong!

People touch in with me. Some are people I know well, and some are people I’ve had brief contact with. They bring gifts of prayers, information, and love. There are moments when I feel I am seeing past the illusion of life to the place of eternal love. Those moments occur more and more frequently. An expert I contacted told me that there are levels to what’s going on between my mother and me that go far beyond the current situation. I feel he is right, even if I don’t completely understand what he is saying.
I pray every day, asking to be guided to do whatever my mother needs me to do for her. The prayers get answered in very creative ways. My intuition told me last week that someone who left my life has important information that can help me help my mother. I asked my guidance to connect me with whatever it is he knows that could help me now. While researching one of her health issues on the internet, I found a link to a website that sells products that feel perfect for where she now in the recovery process. The person who left my life had told me about other services offered by this company. When I found the link, my heart sang. I knew it was the information I wanted to get from the other person.

I’m in awe of the process.

I often wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t listened to the voice urging me to study herbs that week. I feel my mother would have died. Knowing me, I would have blamed myself for not having done everything I could do to help my mother. But as long as I listen to the voice, I know I’m following my highest path.

They’ve got my back.

Namaste, Earth Angels.

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I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Native Pittsburghers traditionally are loyal to all things Pittsburgh. We’re nostalgic for potholes so big they could double as swimming holes and for pronouncing the word “wash” in a way that rhymes with “Porsche.” Don’t ask me to explain; it’s a Pittsburgh thing. So I’m a Pirates fan: always was, always will be. When I say “How ’bout those Mets?” during phone conversations with friends, I’m not talking baseball. I’m writing this blog entry in mid-February. Has spring training even started yet? “How ’bout those Mets?” has become my favorite non sequitur. I say it whenever I want to change the energy of a conversation or when I don’t know what else to say. It’s meant to be funny, and people generally laugh when I say it. I’m not saying anything for or against those Mets. Those Mets are popping up in conversation because they can. Someone dear to me who lives in southern California now counters me by saying, “How ’bout those Padres?” We both laugh because we both need to laugh.

I’ve become a full-time caregiver for my mother. Ths physical injuries from her Christmas Eve fall are healing nicely, but she has sustained trauma that has affected her in other ways. I’m focusing on her recovery, not on her injuries, and she’s come to live with me while she’s in the recovery process. It’s a precious time for us both, and I feel honored to be able to care for her. I feel very blessed to be able to use much of the knowledge I’ve gained about health and healing to assist her at this time.

I’m choosing to use this experience to further the growth of my soul. That sounds pretty good, pretty evolved, and pretty mature. Yay, me. To be honest with you, there are times when I grow through this experience with grace and ease, and there are times when I fight the process. At those times, I get mad at what’s happened to my mother, I get mad at why she fell, I get mad at how my life’s been turned upside down, and I get mad at my dog’s resistance to the dramatic changes in our household and our regular routine. It’s important to me to be loving at all times, but caregiver’s burnout has a way of turning up without notice. I’m then challenged to be loving when I don’t seem to have the energy to choose the highest possible path.

I’ve learned that belief system determines so many of our responses to life’s surprises, and I’m learning to challenge my belief system many times each day. The many complexities of life have been greatly simplified of late, and I can sum them all up in one question: “How can I use this experience and/or my reaction to this experience to expand my ability to give and receive love?”

I’ve gotten to be more creative in the way I respond to things. I was an art major in college. I’ve met many people who hold judgment about my having studied art. They say things like, “And how did that prepare you for life?” I think studying art is terrific preparation for life because it teaches people how to think creatively. I look at things differently than many other people. One of my friends says he doesn’t march to a different drummer, he marches to a piccolo. I’m in a different version of the marching band he’s in, and we’re friends because we both look at things in a way that’s different than the way many other people look at the same things. It works for us both.

I’ve read lots of articles on caregiving during my brief breaks. The reading takes place late at night, after my mother has gone to bed. The articles have helped a lot because they’ve taught me practical things I can do to help her and help myself. But because I march to my own piccolo, I’m offering, in love, some other things that have helped me at this time in the hope they might also help you.

I am grateful for….

• People who make me laugh. Laughter is the fastest way to raise vibration. It’s cheap, it’s immediate, and it can be done either alone or with someone else.
• Getting over myself. Caregiving means devoting one’s life to living in love consciousness. I’ve found caregiving to be a fast track to spiritual enlightenment. I’ve spent most of my off hours during the past six weeks healing all the unhealed issues in my life as best I can in order to be of greatest service to my mother. If I’m not loving myself at all levels, I can’t be truly present with and loving to her. That kind of focus does wonders in letting go of anything in my life that keeps me out of love.
• Following my intuition. I briefly took a nutritional supplement to clear depression when I hit a particularly rough patch of caregiver’s burnout. It took out the depression, but it cut off my connection to Spirit. I went off the supplement when the supplement stopped working. That decision may not work for anyone else in a similar situation, and I don’t recommend that anyone else do what I did, but it reconnected me with my spiritual guidance. Folllowing that guidance has connected me with ideas and with people who are helping me help my mother better than I could by myself.
• Choosing another ending to a stopped friendship. During the past few months, I’ve been guided to reach out to three people who had left my life. In the past, I wouldn’t have contacted them because I felt they had rejected me through their words and actions. That’s in the past. In the now moment, I felt it was worth contacting them. Each of these people responded to my request for reconnection or for help with loving support, proving to me that ego doesn’t know jack about what’s truly important.
• Choosing to honor others for gifting me with one genuine moment of loving support instead of judging them for withdrawing from me during times when I feel lost or alone. I know I’m not always fun to be around these days, and I know I’m not often available for phone calls or e-mail. I see that being in connection with me these days is easier for some people to do than it is for others, but I also see that judging people for what they can or cannot do is keeping loving support from them or from others away from me. I’m learning to bless and thank people for what they choose to give without expecting more than that from them. And it’s working. I am so grateful.
• Being grateful for this gift of time with my mother. I am 54 years old. My mother will be 88 years old next month. I am hugely grateful that she is still in my life. Many of my friends have had both parents pass. My mother and I didn’t develop a close relationship until I was in my early 40’s. We had to pull together to care for her brother. He had pancreatic and liver cancer; for six months, I commuted each weekend to Pittsburgh from New Jersey to help care for him. I’ve been grateful to have been brought together with my mother, no matter the reason. Even if she’s not able to fully be in her life right now, she’s still here with me, she’s physically healthy, and I am choosing to believe that she can and will recover to safely resume her previous life.
• Improving my relationship skills. I was one of those “smart” kids who instantly understood the energy behind people and things and couldn’t get why others didn’t see what I saw and didn’t respect what I was saying. I grew up to become a professional intuitive whose clients almost always confirmed that the information I was receiving was indeed their truth, which doesn’t do much to build humility. I also was one of those “smart” kids with an awesome memory who was impatient with others who forgot things. I’ve heard that many other psychics have similar challenges having to do with knowing things that others doesn’t know; intuitive ability can become a gift that, if it isn’t used with love, often ends up pushing people away. It can be a lonely way to live. I’m now learning that being “smart” means being loving, that the reality of others is every bit as valid to them as my reality is to me. I’m also learning new ways to express myself so that my message is completely received the first time I give it. This is very good training for a writer, to learn how to express myself more effectively, and I am very grateful for the education.
• For allowing myself the freedom to reframe my history. I saw an interview that Ellen DeGeneres did with John Assaraf. John Assaraf is one of my favorite presenters from The Secret movie. He held up a shipping box from a very well-known shipping service and asked the audience how many people were able to see the arrow in the logo. Even though I’m trained as an artist and worked as an artist for 35 years, I couldn’t see it until John explained how to find it. I felt incredibly stupid. That example helped me to see that the way I was choosing to interpret certain events of my life was my choice, not the way it necessarily was, and it’s helped me to let go of personal reactions to life events that were not love-based. Two people left my life last year with lots of anger. They both sent me judgmental e-mails as they left that were based upon their interpretations of things I had said or done. Both e-mails arrived when I was concerned about my mother’s failing health, and the anger in both e-mails hit me very hard because of where I was in my life at the time. Neither person chose to honor any of the love or any of the good in our connection when they ended it, and neither person chose to speak directly with me to say what they felt they needed to say. I didn’t know how to heal the hurt that came from their doing what they did in the way they did what they did when they did it. I can now choose to stop needing to understand why, knowing that if they were supposed to be in my life right now, nothing could keep us apart.
• An ever-deepening connection to Spirit, a lovely home with dependable heat that’s filled with good food to eat, wonderful home health care professionals who are caring for and have cared for my mother, a dependable car to drive, an abundant life, a loving dog to hug, the ability to puil back from the drama to see all this from a spiritual perspective, friends who really love me, the many human angels in our lives like the woman in the shoe store who took extra time with my mother to find a pair of walking shoes with heavy tread that helped her regain the confidence in her ability to walk through her life once more and the friend who gifted me the week before my mother’s fall with a rose quartz heart and spiritual jewelry called “Heal The Heart,” having access to unlimited information that can help me help my mother via my computer, and so many other synchronicities and blessings. I am enormously grateful for all of God’s gifts to me and for being in the flow in so many ways.

• Last but not least, how ’bout those Mets?

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My mother went for a walk on an unusually warm Christmas Eve. As she was walking up the hill in her apartment building’s parking lot, she heard someone call out to her. My mother turned to see who was calling her, lost her balance, and fell. One broken shoulder, one broken nose, and one blood transfusion later, she found her way to a wonderful rehab facility.

I’d come to visit her in rehab after several weeks in the contagious period of a systemic infection, and I’d brought my dog for support. I was grateful for my dog’s silent love. She allowed me to draw strength from her while my body was greatly weakened. When the physical therapist came to my mother’s room to escort her to therapy. she invited me and my dog to watch. Laila and i settled in to watch my mother learn how to put on and take off her clothing over her sling. It was hard for her to relearn these previously simple skills, and it was hard for me to watch her struggling to relearn these skills. I saw her fight the impulse to use her grotesquely swollen and discolored arm to put on the oversized shirt. I saw her wince with pain. I saw her work hard to understand the therapist’s instructions, an extra challenge because of trauma from the fall and because she hadn’t been allowed to receive her daily nutritional supplements for a week. She’d lost significant memory, vision, and hearing. I do nutritional balancing work with my mother, so I was watching someone I love deeply who is also my client. The daughter and the professional were working to remain calm and upbeat, but it wasn’t easy.

I briefly noticed someone in a wheelchair at the other end of the room but pulled my attention back to my mother. As I watched her painfully doing her twenty-five sitting marches, I saw that the person in the wheelchair was a man in his seventies or eighties. He eventually made his way to me. Most of the therapists had come to meet my dog, and I asssumed that’s what he wanted to do. I smiled my “This is a gentle dog, and it’s fine to approach her” smile, the smile I smile to most strangers.

But he hadn’t come to meet my dog. He smiled a brilliant smile to me: soul to soul, heart to heart. I felt pure love pouring into me, and I sent pure love back to him. He didn’t speak to me. I’m guessing he didn’t speak at all. We looked at each other for what seemed like several minutes, and then he reached for my hand. I gave it to him, and he kissed it. I felt so loved. One of the therapists saw him holding my hand, and she said, “Oh, that’s Andy. He’s just a ladies man.” That may have been how she saw it. I saw Andy as an angel sent to give me love and strength to carry on.

Andy released my hand and wheeled himself to my mother. My mother doesn’t like to be touched, and Andy must have sensed it. He reached for her hand, she gave it to him, he briefly took it and gave it a quick and friendly squeeze, smiled his radiant smile at her, and then wheeled himself into the next room.

Andy may not walk, and Andy may not speak, but Andy’s heart, Andy’s essence is not handicapped.

Andy loves, and I will always carry the memory of my brief encounter with him within my heart.

and……..

I’ve told the story of my mother’s accident to many people because I was curious to learn how they interpreted it. My mother has macular degeneration and has had it for years. She’s not blind and will never go completely blind, but her vision is always severely blurred. It’s not easy to walk through the world with blurry vision. Although my mother walks with confidence, there’s an underlying insecurity from not being able to see clearly that permeates many areas of her life. That’s a common reaction for people with macular degeneration, and for those of us blessed with clear vision (either naturally or through visual aids), it may not be easy to understand someone else’s path.

I’m certain that the woman who called out to my mother meant no harm. She probably wanted a friendly chat. But she was in one parking lot ,and my mother was in an adjacent parking lot. They couldn’t have gotten together to speak in the same place because a row of hedges blocked them from getting together. She’s known my mother for many years, and she knows she has low vision. But she wasn’t looking at my mother. She was focused on what she wanted because she didn’t understand how it is to go through life with low vision. She didn’t understand how it was to be someone else, and she didn’t try to understand. So she called out her hello instead of phoning my mother later in the day to chat. Nearly three weeks later, my mother is still in rehab, dealing with the effects of that hello.
Many of my young and healthy friends think I’m wrong about what the other woman did. They say things like, “Oh, she was caught up in the moment” or “You’re being unfair” or “She just wasn’t thinking.” So I called a friend with macular degeneration who’s a little younger than my mother and asked how she interpreted the incident. She said, “It’s hard to live with macular degeneration. If I didn’t know that my left foot is my left foot and my right foot is my right foot, I’d not be able to figure out which is which. Absolutely, the other woman shouldn’t have called out to your mother as she did. You don’t call out to older people as you would to healthy younger people. You come up to them and speak with them to prevent the risk of their falling. That’s the respectful thing to do.”

I share this with you because I want to prevent this from happening to someone else’s mother or father or friend. My mother has been greatly blessed. She’s expected to make a full recovery. This story could have had a very different outcome.

Please, please, I beg you, I ask you to commit to becoming as conscious as possible from this moment forward. I ask you to commit to consciously doing no harm to ourselves or to others. I ask you to commit to seeing the other person as an extension of yourself or an extension of God. Is it possible for each of us to stop, take a deep breath, and consider what we are doing from the perspective of both parties before we do it? It’s a lot easier to prevent damage from being done than it is to heal it.

Please.

Namaste, Earth Angels.

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Bodies may die, but souls are eternal. Even after they leave their bodies, they work with those of us still in physical form when we call on them.

My mother, my soul companion dog Laila, and I had finshed our errands and had returned to our motel room for the night. The motel was one I’d often stayed in with my soulmate Norwegian Elkhound, Chelsea, and my mother. I’d always reserve a room with two beds, one for me and one for my mother. Chelsea would curl up in bed with one of us for a while and then would suddenly get up, shake herself, and jump to the other bed. I never understood how she did it. She wasn’t a large dog. The beds weren’t close together. But she’d get that daredevil grin on her face and leap the chasm with complete confidence. We’d praise her, she’d jump from bed to bed a few times just because she could, and then she’d settle down for the night.

I was surprised when Laila, a much larger dog, never went for the long jump in the same motel. Laila’s personality is more subdued. Jumping is probably not her style. I learned to accept that she wasn’t going to be a jumper, but there was still a secret part of me that hoped that she’d do it one day.

This trip home was special. My mother had become quite ill earlier this year and I wasn’t sure she was going to survive. Thanks to a series of miracles and synchronicities and prayers sent up to whoever would listen, she’s now thriving. I’m so proud of her for staying around. I’d scheduled this trip to see her to make sure she was doing well and to speak with her physician. I was delighted to see more color in her cheeks and more weight on her slender frame. I was so happy to be spending time with this vibrant woman. I rejoiced in having my mother back, better than ever, at age eighty-seven.

I was tired and went to bed. Laila curled up next to me as she does most nights. Imagine my surprise when she suddenly got up, shook herself, and confidently jumped into the other bed to curl up with my mother!

I felt Chelsea’s energy all over the room. Chelsea is one of my angels, and I’d asked her to help Grandma recover when she was so sick. In that moment, I knew that Chelsea’s spirit came through Laila’s body to show my mother and me that she’d heard my prayers and was taking care of Grandma. It was a very special moment.

I have trained as a medium, and the spirits I’ve spoken with have told me that we can’t imagine how much love and support is available for us. We only need to ask for help. It’s OK to ask for help. We don’t have to do this alone. During the past eighteen months, I’ve called upon the angels more than ever before. Because I asked, I avoided a serious auto accident, my mother got well, I’m blessed with loving relationships throughout my life, and I know I’m loved beyond measure.

All we have to do is ask.

Namaste, earth angels.

I honor the life of my friend, Ed Libutti (also known as Ed of Aberdeen), who left his body on 20 December 2006. Ed had gorgeous light that sparkled from his eyes. He instantly turned strangers into friends. He was heart-centered, funny, supportive, and honorable, and his spirit will live on through his family and through the hundreds of people whose lives he touched through his many e-mail lists. I know I would not be the person I am today if I hadn’t met Ed, who connected me with many spiritual teachers and generously promoted my work. And he loved all animals, the ones that shared his home and the ones who lived with others but still became his friends. Ed was everyone’s friend. I’m grateful our paths crossed this time around, and I know they will again. And Ed, if you want to check in with me, let’s talk…..

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