Book Time! Let’s Start With Miracles

My practice has been busier than it used to be, and rather than blogging, I’ve been escaping into books in some of my off time recently. I guess I have needed that…

So, combining my need to share with you, with my need to go inward, I bring you a review of an interesting newer book I read. The Afterlife of Billy Fingers, How My Bad-Boy Brother Proved To Me There’s Life After Death, is a fascinating book by a woman who, quite unexpectedly, begins to receive communications from her brother after he dies very suddenly.

This very sweet book of a true story regarding life-after-death communication between siblings was fun and mostly engaging to read. I think it would be an absolutely ideal film; one with some miracles so unlikely that it could be like the best of Hollywood’s movies, yet the story is true–and thus could deeply affect and help many if it was done by a sensitive, careful director and very conscious actors. Someone should make this film!

Overall I loved it. However, it’s not a perfect book—though a quick and easy read, something in the writing style made it slow going for me until far into the book when the authors’ ex is helped by her deceased brother Billy in a big way (I won’t be a spoiler here with details). The whole story is amazing, but for me that is where the miracles really began and I finally shed a tear of heart-opening awe. Although Kagan is a decent writer, the writing fell rather flat for me until that point. But it’s a lovely tribute to her brother, and does much to communicate her experience of the grace, healing, love, and wonder that she receives as “downloads” from the other side via Billy. While  her writing doesn’t really do it justice, she is earnest in her beautiful words. Again, I say: it could be an even better as a film…

The other semi-down side is that it goes into great length about Billy’s experiences “over there”~and, while interesting, again it is so much about HIS journey and HER experience of the energies he imparts. It’s wonderful–and affected me in a positive, uplifting way. But being a psychic, where I have the honor of peering into so many realities, I know that his path is somewhat specific to him, and only partially explanatory of the jouney all souls take. For some, though, it will be validating and comforting to get a glimpse of the unconditional love. Billy’s message that even he, the proverbial “bad boy” type in his earth sojourn, had lessons to learn from that~~and is actually quite a powerful soul~~ is quite possibly the key lesson here. I believe the way he presents this will stir something deeply for any reader, perhaps in particular those who wonder if there is any sort of spiritual hope or “redemption” (I don’t mean that in any religious sense at all) for those who seem to us to be living unsuccessful lives.

Ultimately, it’s a great story and quite encouraging, if one believes it is true–which I have absolutely no reason to believe not. I love stories with miracles and unlikely healing coincidences, and this does have a few great ones. I appreciated her writing this, taking the risk, and sharing from her heart. And best of all, perhaps, is that, unlike some reports or books on communications from, or experiences of “the other side,” there is no religious overtone nor implication that one need be of a certain faith to experience glorious spirituality and union with the Divine.

Oh, and by the way…my best friend (400 miles away) and I decided to read it at the same time. When I told her my thoughts, she chimed in, “I had the same thought while reading it—that it would make a great movie!”

 

Ode To The Overwhelmed

In a (very possibly misguided) effort to bring you, my treasured readers & site visitors, the most juicy, wonderful, inspiring, helpful and hopeful junk I can share, I am going through thousands of my photos attempting to get them pared down, categorized and shared on my site. This project I suspect could take way longer than anticipated…so many unexpected steps, even with the help of my incredible wonderful web master Greg at Sierra Online Services. Occasionally I am sharing a random one in the interim, but my online attention has been burrowed in photos primarily. Thus, the blogging (which was the other half of my Great Intent for this year) has surely greatly suffered, although you probably hadn’t noticed nor mind that there is not one more thing cluttering your inbox, nor vying for you attention online.

The Photographer in his “Studio”

The Photographer in his “Studio”
photo by Elizabeth Good

Given my desire to share at least something today, I am totally swiping content here. I found this poem in an ancient email (somehow in the middle of cleaning out the photos, I wound up cleaning out emails as well).

I am a total novice at using borrowed content, so I hope that adding the link and copyright of the author at the end there is all I need to do! (It’s an honor, I suspect, when one’s work is shared by other bloggers).

This affirming poem has been very well received when I’ve shared through email, although it may appeal more to females. Some men may also relate to much of it, but if you are a male who has a female or females you love…whether lover, spouse, mother, friend, relative, co-worker….they may very well appreciate you sending this to them.

Hope it helps to uplift you, whatever your gender.

Feel free to leave any comments below about how this poem affects you.

 

Off to photoland….take good care of you!

 

AN ODE TO THE OVERWHELMED

And as you stand there
Late again
Because you forgot to allow time to park
And the elevator was slow
And you left 10 minutes late to begin with

With your shoes that pinch
And your pants that are a little too small
Since you started eating white bread again

And as you paw through your bag
Looking for the suite number
That you’re not sure you wrote down to begin with

Let us now praise you.

You, the untidy.
You, the careless.
You, the easily distracted by sparkly things.

The money you spend on late fees alone
Could feed a family in Africa –
Which reminds you that you meant to send in the kids’ Unicef money and
Forgot.

And that despite your best efforts,
You rarely eat a square meal,
You almost never get enough sleep
And exercise seems like a word that magazines have developed
Just to make you feel bad about yourself.

But you are good and brave.
You, flying by the seat of your pants
Making it work
Putting out fires
Saying your prayers
And dancing your dance of now and later and maybe and
I’ll–have-to-call-you-back-on-that-could-you-send-me-an-email-to-remind-me-to-call-you-back-on-that?

As innocent as each morning’s sunrise,
You are a fount of good intentions.
Your good humor is as graceful as a baby giraffe,
Even if that joke you were trying to make to the hotel clerk fell flat
And your toast at the wedding came out sounding a little….funny.

But you have gifts that no one knows about.
You have the strength to bend in the wind
You have the joyful spirit that loves a good belly laugh,
You have the wisdom to understand that everything will all come out all right in the end and
You have the faith to light a candle rather than curse the darkness.

That is, if you could find the book of matches from that romantic restaurant that you went to for your anniversary but since you didn’t have a reservation they made you wait at the bar for half an hour during which you had two appletinis and the rest of the night is a bit of a blur.

So much for the overpriced lingerie.

You are beautiful.

You are beautiful.

Frazzled and overworked and underpaid
You are the one who forgot your wallet
And forgot your receipt for the dry cleaners
And forgot your keys which you just set down five seconds ago, so where could they possibly have gone?

But you never forget to say, “I love you”
And you never forget to give a big smile to that nice parking guy
And you never fail to show endless patience when the
Too-tightly wrapped and overly-conscientious start to offer their
Oh-so-helpful suggestions about how you might feel better if you would just learn to alphabetize your spice rack.

You are beautiful.
So, wear the lingerie on Monday for no reason.
And why not just refuse to participate in the bake sale this year?
And give yourself a compliment for something you did well today.

Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.

© Samantha Bennett

Wisdom From An Old Master

Here is the quote I keep on my bulletin board:

Everything’s perfect, and there’s room for improvement.” ~Suzuki Roshi

What do you think?

Resources for Further Growth

photo by Elizabeth Good

The warmth and leisure of the summer months catalyzes many of us to make space for nurturing oft-neglected parts of ourselves. As this relaxing, absorbing mode of summer descends upon us, we may loosen up our need to be productive, and be in a more receptive mode. We allow ourselves to soak up wisdom from the world around us.

In the spirit of gleaning from this abundance surrounding us, this month’s column is dedicated to some of my personal favorites in the world of books and audiotapes. Whether on vacation with more time to read, taking a car trip where audiotapes help pass the time, or even busier than usual, I hope you will partake and find that one of these will “change your life.” In keeping with my role as a healing arts practitioner, these titles relate to emotional and spiritual growth, as well as planetary evolvement. My reviews are brief as there are so many to fit in! [Read more…]