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I am continuously amazed at the intuitive wisdom of nature; how nature innately follows the guidance hidden deep within.  It is similar for us humans, as it is for many of life’s creations, with one main difference: choice.

When I write, is it through inspiration or an intuitive nudge? And how do I sense the difference between them?

I have not journaled very much ( up until now). The question is, where did that inspiration come from? How was a thought divinely inspired? For myself, I get curious. Did a thought suddenly come out of nowhere?

It can be the same in life – how many of us carry around or store things that no longer serve our highest good? There are probably old beliefs that weren’t even ours to start with – they were trained into us by our parents and caregivers as we grew. There might be old traumas and griefs that were never resolved as we moved along our life path.

As seasons change, I go through a renewal of thought, perspective, and goals for the coming months. In the winter, we have the new year, so this is a time of renewal. I like to spend lots of time cleaning and purging the things in my house that no longer serve me so I can go outside when the weather is nicer.

All my life the path forward has felt unclear. To be honest, I’ve always felt a little lost. 
But somehow I land safely. 
And most of the time I land in the most unexpected, most beautiful, and spectacular of places, with the most AMAZING people. 

My dear beleaguered saboteurs,

First and foremost,  I wish to say thank you.  I know that this letter finds you in fine fettle.  I apologize for not writing to you individually, but as I know that you share everything,  I thought this would be beneficial.  I promise you that I will address you all in turn, as we move forward.   

While the holidays can be a cause for reunion and celebration, they may also be a reminder that those, who were close to you, are no longer present. While it is normal and natural to miss their absence, here are a few suggestions to help you cope with your grief during the holiday season.

Christmas begins when I hear the carols blasting in the stores and the seasonal decorations arrive on the shelves in mid-November.

You’re either the one who rolls their eyes and mumbles distaste under your breath or you’re the one clapping a yippee in anticipation.

As we slid down the steep, narrow streets of Funchal on the island of Madeira in a wicker basket, I thought for a moment about my bucket list.

Oddly enough, it sometimes takes all of these symptoms working in unison to get me to recognize that I need to stop. It’s time! I have to put away my computer AND my cell phone. Turn off that latest course and shut down my ongoing Sudoku game.