Sunday in Tampa

I have begun the new blog site which will offer and explain the Distance Healing work I do. There is one page completed and soon there will be another. Please feel free to comment on either of these pages or my 3rd page which showcases my paintings for sale. They are all listed under "view complete profile" or should be.

I am in a state of transition and have been since I purchased my home in Hartford. "Bear" with me please. My Highest Angels, the Guidance I rely on totally is bringing me full circle. The circle will be complete when I move myself and Sebastian into our little cottage in March '08. I am being guided to reestabish my healing practice through Distance Healing. I have been working on and off while on the road but not with any consistency. Now it is time. Check the MOVE1 blog for details on how this type of healing works.

In the meantime, Sebastian and I continue to love and serve in Riverview, FL. He has learned to be a pack dog, one of the three. He has never been very comfortable around other dogs and has chosen to ignore them for the most part. He does socialize with his cousin, Rosie though. He wrestles with Sugar, the alfa female here in this house. He lays close to the very large Chance, another male. He has learned to chew a real beef marrow bone. His jaws tire quickly and the other dogs end up with the bone. But at least he is chewing which is something he has always declined to do. He is lucky to have such strong and white teeth at the age of 12.

We had at least 4" of much needed rain last evening. We had tornado watches and one did touch down nearby but we just experienced a hard T-storm here. I had gone earlier to the RV supershow at the State Fairgrounds for awhile. It was crowded and let's face it, "you see one, you see them all". I did manage to speak with a couple of techs that I have wanted to see. I went out the wrong gate, ended up walking for what seemed like a couple of miles to the other side of the fairgrounds, took a short shuttle and then walked another mile to where I thought I had left my car. Well, as you know, when you go into a parking lot in the morning and come out in the afternoon, the entire landscape has changed. I thought I had landmarked my car but try as I might, I could not find it. Many were having the same difficulty. Car alarms were beeping all around but still not mine. Finally, I enlisted the help of a young parking attendant. We circled and walked as I pressed the Alarm button on my key ring. Finally, he gave shout and there it was. I was very happy to sit down. It was one of those moments similar to our life journey, when you just want to sit down in the field and cry but you carry on, hauling your baggage with you. Your shoulders hurt, you feet hurt, your hands hurt, you are thirsty and tired and just want to quit but you ask for help. Help is always there when we ask with an open heart.

Found this little quote in my journal today: Love people not things, use things not people.