I was 21 years old, just out of my first marriage (which lasted all of three months) and despondent to the point that I wanted to commit suicide. My mind was made up. I would kill myself.
Many years ago, around 1996, I invited a client of mine into my house to sit down for a psychic reading. She didn't say more than a guarded "hello," and held fast to her seat as she awaited her reading.
It was just a leaf--a maple leaf--sitting on my dashboard, dried up and curled up into the shape of a bowl. My five year old daughter had found it on the playground at school, and proudly shared it with me. I praised her for finding such a treasure, and placed the leaf on the dashboard.
In 1981, I was 21 years old, and briefly married (for three months) to a man, “Derek,” who had been a drummer for Little Richard, Ann-Margret, Ike & Tina Turner, and many other popular bands.
In 1992 I received a precious gift from my friends in California. I was living in Arizona, and I missed having Morning Glory plants in my backyard. I had grown up with Morning Glories, bright purple and sometimes blue, winding their way up the sides of fences, their smiling flower faces turned towards the morning sun. I was fascinated by them from a tender young age, and I wanted to see them again.
Part 1 of this article was published in last week's newsletter. It was the nail-biting adventure in which I rescued a teeny spider that was floating in my toilet. Thankfully, it lived! I put it outside, turned off the bathroom light, washed my hands, and returned to the project at hand: making beef tamales, with lard as the base for the masa dough.
It was a cozy, but busy, morning a few days ago, and I thankfully had the energy to get things done. I’d been up since 5am, and was in the midst of my annual tamale making project (which usually occurs in December before Christmas, but somehow slipped over the threshold of the New year).
In this week’s session, the depth and breadth of Dr. Peebles’ teachings is almost overwhelming.