Long Island Medium

Well, I have to say my curiosity was peaked when TLC announced a new series starting last Sunday, "Long Island Medium". Theresa Caputo is the medium that has stepped forward into a new age.  An age of acceptance.  Kudos to her.

What I did not expect was to get a very valuable piece of information from watching the back-to-back episodes.  When with a client, she would sit quietly in front of them with a pen in hand and a pad of paper at the ready.  It was not to take notes, it was so Ms. Caputo had a conduit for information in her hand.  Consider it a form of automatic writing as it were.

I watched in amazement as information flowed out her fingertips when, of course, I got hit up side the head with that thing called epiphany.  'I wonder if that would help me?'

Well, wouldn't you know it, a client called requesting a reading.  So, I decided before any cards came out that I would just sit with my client, pen in hand, pad at the ready.  And, wouldn't you know it, the information started to flow.  What ensued was about a half hour of face-to-face discussion without the aid of Tarot Cards.  It was amazing! 

But what makes this even more special is that when I did finally draw cards, they mirrored the discussion we just finished having.  What does this mean for me?  Confidence.  Confidence like I have never had before.  Why?  You see, I have always thought of Tarot Cards as a tool I use to open the door to receive information.   Not that I was the only true conduit needed.  Cards have been like a security blanket to me.  And I now realize that I can let that go.   I don't have to rely on cards. I can use them if I feel inspired, but my appointments will no longer start that way.  I am truly grateful and amaze even myself at how easily everything comes now.

So, thank you team from the Other Side, for helping me "tune in" to the information I needed to spread my wings and fly.

Death is the only thing guaranteed in this life.

I just thought I'd start with that headliner, only because I have come to the realization that I am at the age where loved ones start slipping away.  I've had to work on my resolve to that and take comfort that I am never without contact from the Other Side.

Almost two weeks ago, my beloved grandmother to many returned Home.  All I have to say is this.  It was a true testament to insuring that nothing was left unsaid.  Family flitted in and out of her room over a series of days, and gently in the night, she returned home.

I truly believe because no stone was left unturned, she slipped quietly into the night by laying her head to sleep.

I was told she was surrounded by her loved ones awaiting her return Home.  And I know for fact she signalled loud and clear that she made it over and wanted to let us know. 

Everyone makes it over you know.  It just sometimes takes a bit to get a sign.  And, anytime we feel the need to feel our loved one that's crossed over, we just have to ask.  You can even be specific.  Just don't get too detailed.  That's all.

And, as my father so often does, he sends the woodland creatures, particularly deer.  We got bears in Bella Coola.  It was awesome!

Gone Fishing

I often wonder if I should be blogging about this particular subject, but a funny thing happened on the way to my computer.

I wanted to open up a word document to start a new project to keep myself entertained, and what popped up?  A word document that I had created in order to let people know that we were having a local Celebration of Life for my Dad.

Today we dedicated a bench up at a private lake called Trojan Pond.  There is an annual fishing derby held there and my brother and dad have gone every year since its inception.(I have to mention that Highland Valley has done an AMAZING thing by creating this little piece of paradise). 

This bench has a plaque that stated the following:

In Memory of Our beloved Husband, Dad, and Grampa
Donald Raymond Hartt
GoneFishing
February 14, 2011

And there is a jumping trout beside the words. 

When we arrived, my brother asked us if we had seen the deer back on the side of the road.  We hadn't. 

My immediate thought, of course was, 'trust dad to show up for someone'.  He did.  For the one that needed him the most today.  My brother.  It was cool.  And, a little later as I was staring out at the lake, a fair-sized fish jumped.  It was cool. 

I acknowledge the absence he must feel, it has to be difficult.  The "first" time without dad. 

I hope he catches the big one today.  Last year dad got to see his son win biggest catch!  And I know that if anyone can make it happen, it's dad!

A Golden Opportunity - A reminder from my team on the Other Side

As a human being on this planet, sometimes being caught up happens.  However, in an effort to honor the Spiritual hat I wear as a psychic medium on this planet,  I take a moment every day to honor that part of me, even for just one minute.  I do this by talking to my loved ones and Spirit Guides on the Other Side.

This morning, I pulled one of my Goddess Cards by the amazing Doreen Virtue.  It had a specifically named Goddess on the card and an accompanying message.  That message was - 'A Golden Opportunity'.  So, in an effort to keep moving as told by the Rheumatologist, I got up from the seat, tried to put my game face on to the best of my ability, and moved forward, keeping that message in the back of my mind.

Well, despite being physically exhausted, I have trained myself that when I take a step back, I get the opportunity to tap into the Spiritual side of my life.  So, upon arriving home, visiting with company, and then finally taking a moment for myself, I decided to head downstairs to my cards.  As I was shuffling my cards, I said to myself, "I will know for certain that my team on the Other Side is listening if I draw the same card".  Well, wouldn't you know it, the same card presented itself.  'A Golden Opportunity'.  To me, these things are not a coincidence.  It is my team confirming they're listening and letting me know that they are ALWAYS there.

Today, I had two dragonfly visits on two different occasions.  TWO.  And, believe it or not, these two have two meanings:

1)  I had someone in my life that I truly loved, and I had to let them go.  He had 70 amazings years on this planet.  I was there until his heart beat its last beat.  I am honored to have been there.  When I cry, it's because I loved him and they're tears of love.  I now work very hard in honor of him to try to be happy every day (when all I really want to do is scream from the pain I get hit with-  I don't talk about it because I try not let it bother me). 

So, this 1) is for you dad.  Thank you for sending me the Dragonflies.  Of course dad sent it, he thinks it's hilarious to send messages that way.  If it's furry, flies, or swims, and I see two or more in a day, I know it's dad.  I love you Dad!

AND

2)  I had an amazing woman in my life that had a "thing" for dragonflies.  She is truly an amazing soul.  Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you.

And then this all got me thinking to a bit bigger of a picture.  I get to take it a couple steps further.

I want to thank my family - The Hartts and the Ports (all of you), and my friends like family.

And to everyone else in and out of my life.  Thank you.  Thank you for the Golden Opportunity to have amazing learning opportunities.  I have never had a better relationship with myself as I do now.

It isn't always perfect, but that is the human experience.  And, once in awhile we need a slap upside the head to remind us.  I got flappy Dragonflies.  What a Golden Opportunity indeed!



PS  I truly need to clarify for those in my life that sometimes I don't always say the right things, so I prefer to start in writing so that I insure that I am not saying things the wrong way.  Then I read them out loud. 

Donna and Her Many Hats

Stating the obvious, it has been awhile since I last sat down and blogged.  However, today I have found myself in a space of wanting to nurture the spiritual aspect of myself.  And then it hit me, "sheesh" you sure wear alot of hats for one person.  Then I asked myself "when was the last time you nurtured that particular hat?"  To which, of course, I answered, "Why maybe a week ago or so you had a reading and remember how good that felt?"  To which, of course, I answered, "yes, and I get to re-connect today with another client".  So, there it is.  Today I wear the hat that fits me the most and has always felt "the rightest".

This, of course, led to my next question, "Just how many hats do you wear?"  To which I am able to respond with - My own personal hat that is "me", followed by "wife", "mother", "aunt", "sister", "daughter", "friend", and "work".  That's alot of hats and what do each look like.  Well, if you haven't figured it out yet.  I come first.  But it's in the most selfless of ways.  If I cannot look after myself, how can I possibly look after anyone else, right?  Right.

So, it is thus with a smile, I bid you farewell, and ask this of you.  When was the last time you paid attention to the hat of "me"?  One very important part of "me" is connecting with the Other Side, and I make a point of doing it every day.

Do you take a minute to stop and appreciate the sweet moments through the sour?  Do you do something for you every day that enriches your life?

If not, don't you think you should? 

In honor of The Canucks - Please Believe

So, I'm going to start off by saying that those that know me, know me to be a perfectly sane human being.  I get up, I wash my hair, and I go to work on a regular basis.  However, I am known to be somewhat animated. 

This gets me to my Dear Canucks.  For I need to start at the beginning in order for this to be clear.

So, there I was sitting in my usual spot, in my cozies, watching the game.  The score became 2-0 and I just couldn't watch it anymore.  Wouldn't you know I took my animated self out the door to a dear friend's home (one of my Fab Four) because I couldn't stand myself screaming at the television anymore (and for that matter neither could be my husband).

Well, wouldn't you know the most amazing thing has happened.  As you all know, I am a Medium.  Like it or Lump it, I truly do see loved ones family who have passed on.  It drives me crazy when I feel the need to not talk about it because "I fear" what other people will think.  Well.  Guess what?  Not that long ago, knowing what I was able to do, and as discussed in a previous blog, I set up a signal with my dad so he would let me know when he was around.   I picked the most outrageous song "F'in Perfect" by Pink. 

One day I said to dad.  "Okay, here's the deal dad.  I miss you, and sometimes I need to know that you're around.  So, I'm picking 'F'in Perfect' by Pink".  And here's where I say we must get specific when requesting to hear from our loved ones passed. "What I ask you to do dad, is pick it in an instant, not in a playlist".  And I spoke about how I wanted it to be on the radio/satellite/insertwhateverfandangledgadgethere when I first stepped into the car and turned the key on, or if I walked into a store and it was playing.  That is pretty specific if you ask me. 

And so, yep, you guessed it.  As I stepped into the car after stepping out from the visit, guess what played?  THE SONG.

As an aside, just knowthat I adore that I have this ability.  Only because I don't have to worry about seeing my dad in my sleep.  I rarely get people in my sleep.  It's because they are with me in the daytime.  Matter of fact, I am never truly alone.  That's why I shut down for awhile.  I'm still learning the delicate balance.  So, now that I'm back in better shape then ever.  Here we go.

So anyways, as I was driving home I noticed something.  Noticed something very unusual.  There were people driving cars around with Canuck's flags (ours included), people out on their lawns with sullen faces and Canucks gear on, clearly lamenting the woes of the last two games, and the worry over whether they do what I firmly BELIEVE they can do.  I realized I was feeling in that slump, and feeling in that slump looking at other people in a slump means but one thing.  It is time to believe.

What we need to stop and realize, is that sometimes, all we need is a little faith.   A faith in ourselves.  A faith in others.  And right now, of the utmost importance, FAITH IN THE CANUCKS. 

Regardless of who might be your favorite team in the United States or anywhere, it is time to BELIEVE in our "hometown boys".  I have faith. 

I have faith that I know that was my dad sending me a message for everyone to believe that he is around and we truly can communicate with our passed  loved ones.

I also know that of anyone, my dad was the biggest wagonhopper.  I like the Canucks, I don't like the Canucks.  At Game two of the Finals, my brother and his girlfriend "Brought" dad along for a ride.  Shortly after they "brought dad out" to sit on a knee, you scored the tie goal taking it to overtime.  Then it came time for overtime.  Dad came out, and Burrows made that beautiful wraparound.

He would have wanted to be there after watching you guys play this year.  You are our CANADIAN team. And now you need us now, more than ever.

I will tell you this one thing.  I have watched you now for four years Dear Canucks (and thanks to my amazing newest members known as my in-laws).  And I will never stop being your fan.  You have played one hell of a Season. 

I Believe.

Finding Wellness

The past several weeks have found me sitting down to my blog, trying to force something out.  Truth is, I really haven't been able to.  For more than just the obvious "I don't know what to write".  You see, I am in the process of making a comeback to good health, and it has been nothing shy of brutal.  I have lost significant use of my hands, and the pain I've been experiencing has been nothing shy of crazymaking.  At the moment, I am processing the fact that I have a new "normal" - whatever that means, as we all know there is no such thing as the god forsaken word "normal".

It turns out that while it is a good thing when a Specialist comes looking for you, it is also never a good thing when the Specialist is looking for you.  Oxymoron or what?  You see, there have been ongoing discussions of Fibromyalgia, Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS), and now we have a definitive "It is NOT Fibromyalgia".  When I saw the Rheumatoid Specialist for the first time, she quickly tried to shove me through the door of Fibro, despite having the antigen for AS.  Now I've managed to add a new one to the mix which is going to mean more tests to find out the why of the newest diagnosis.

It turns out I have Vitamin D deficiency to the point that it has probably been well over a year of operating in that way.  This means a whole new battery of tests from bone density scans to MRI screening for MS, of all the bastard things.  Unfortunately, when the Specialist's office called, I was ordered to start the highest recommended doseage of Vitamin D and an appointment was set up to see the Specialist in two and a half weeks.  Nothing else was discussed as it was the assistant, and we all know only Dr.'s are only allowed to discuss results.

My journey over the past several months has been nothing shy of challenging to say the least, and it has led me to come out kicking and screaming for me.  Toxicity hurts.  Whether it be food, people or habits, I have had to make a choice to cut out alot of toxins from my life.

Having started the process over a month ago food-wise, turning to a low to no starch diet has resulted in some ease of symptoms and an astonishing 10 pound weight loss (don't worry, I look skinnier than I am and sit at the bottom of the BMI category I fit into - optimal).  Turning to more whole foods (which we should be doing anyways) and less processed foods was a tough process at first (me, no bread?  what?), but the fight through the first week was won by..........me!  From then on in it's been a little give and take on the processed stuff (who doesn't want pizza for a hockey game), but overall, the process is one I am winning.  Now if we can figure out why I have become a human baroreceptor that feels EVERY single pressure change, I would be truly grateful.

Knowing that I have also had a series of personal blows, it has led me to a place of making the choice to surround myself with people that are healthful and not harmful to me.  Having bad personal habits myself when it comes to being more of a follower than a leader, and having a hard time saying no, I have finally had several incidents occur in the past several years that have left me no choice to learn the art of "No".  I come first.  I have to.  Ultimately, we all have to make that choice.  For without self, we are somebody else.  An impostor.

This had led to severing of ties with people and things that are harmful or hurtful to me.  It is an extremely healthy place for me to be, and I don't know that I have ever felt better when it comes to choices I make in my life.  Having finally smartened up and adhered to the "bells and whistles" that go off and using my amazing bullshit meter, has met with great success.

What we must learn through the challenging times is to never back down.  NEVER.  Especially when it comes to our health.   Physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

Finding wellness can mean making difficult decisions, but means never compromising self.  In this world where doctors treat many symptoms and usually never the underlying issue, we must choose to be advocates for our wellness.  Vitamin D deficiency doesn't "just" happen.  Especially to someone who loves Vitamin D rich foods such as milk, eggs, and cheese.  So while there are more glorious hurdles to jump, I edge closer and closer to an answer, and not an "it's all in your head".

Finding wellness isn't easy.  I'm working on it.  And with a little help from the Universe and my care team, I will get the answers I need.  Regardless of what the end result is, I have learned the art of "no" in all aspects of my life.  "No, I will not accept your bad behavior", "No" it is not all in my head (and I have the proof in the blood tests) and "No" to the ever lovely "I don't know" as an answer...........

"No" is such a beautiful word, isn't it?