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Now As Ever: Understanding How To Receive Spiritual Guidance

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One of the biggest keys to receiving spiritual guidance is getting out of your own way in order to allow the universe’s message to come through.

Too often we are so obsessed with getting to the ‘right’ answer that we attempt to force it or try to concentrate on dragging it forward.

Even with good intentions (we do, in our blessed heart of hearts, really want peace), we let our chatty, chomping thoughts trample all over the beautiful silence with our own messy projections, judgments, cares, worries and imagined fears.

This is not guidance, of course.

This is madness.

Loving guidance will not feel strained. It is not about having to be in control.  It is not a cosmic race to get to the answer first or fastest. Love waits on welcome, not on time.

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Collecting Shadows: How (Not) To Talk About Love

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I don’t really do flowery stuff.

I don’t do gory or cruel stuff either, of course, but I love dirty and crooked and how odd things can be sort of bent to become even more beautiful in their oddity.

Bouquets are lovely but I’d rather collect the shadows if I could.

I like the wet peace in the dark. I like the cool quiet in the stillness. I tend to feel like where the crowd is is the beginning of the end of a thing but I couldn’t really tell you why.

So I like to go another way; the way things haven’t gone yet.  Just to see how it might look there and what comes with me or falls off.

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Feeding on Live Wires: Angels in the Real World

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Do you ever talk with angels?

WAIT.

Wait, hold up – if you aren’t sure how you want to answer that just yet, let me roll this out another way:

I have the weirdest thing for wires right now. As in: power lines. (Barbed wire, too, but that’s probably another conversation.)

I keep snapping pictures of them. I know it’s springtime and the thing to do would be to photograph flowers but for me, for some reason, it’s wires. They fascinate me.

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