Thoughts

There are so many things in this life we will never fully understand.
We are not yet capable to delve deep deep deep into the truth of understanding.
We have maybe not advanced enough spiritually, or maybe even physically, and certainly not mentally.
We have to make do with what we deem the truth to be and to try and do our best at whatever we are called to endure, enjoy, and share.

After all, life is a mixture of sweet rain and rotten leaves.

Thanksgiving and giving thanks

No, I am not going to write a diatribe about American Indians VS Europeans and say that at least one time they all sat down together and shared food. Or so we have been told.
Instead, I am going to say how grateful I am that the past year and all its changes for me is coming to a close.
I have learned so much about patience, listening, paying more attention and how important good friends are.

I say a heartfelt thank you to all who emailed to see how I was doing and those who use me as their spiritual advisor and those who have helped me in this time of spiritual healing. How blessed I am!

My son and his family are doing great - all three babies are growing and every time I hear one of them say, "Nana," my heart soars.

I am working on a new book of modern day ceremonies and plan to have it ready soon.

I am living in a peaceful place with good spirits all around.....

Yes, I am thankful.

For all - the good and the not so good - for after all, that is the balance of the Universe.

Stay strong and stay grateful.

October, new old house, poetry

I am reminded this morning of a short story I wrote years ago in which one of the characters said, "It's raining colors."
She was, of course, referring to the leaves falling in these old mountains. I love this time of year.

I have moved to a sweet little older house in Candler and I am in love with it. It sits on a site of over two acres and there are woods and deer and land! How I have missed being connected with land!

Plus, a psychic/medium should never live in a condo. That one you can figure out, I am sure.

I am thinking of Pablo Neruda and his magnificent poetry this morning.
I will never be the wordsmith he was. This I know for sure.

But I wonder ... did he talk with the dead as I do?

Happy Autumn to all of you!

My hair and a book signing

I have had my hair stripped, cut and it is sassy and makes me feel good!

I'll be at Malaprops Bookstore this Saturday (8/13) from 3-5 reading from my newest book:

A Book of Spiritual Wisdom for all days.

With each purchase of a book, you will receive a free 5-10 minute psychic reading!

Malaprops
50 Haywood St.
Asheville, NC

HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!!!!!!

New poem

I taste mint coming in on the rain
athough I have not eaten any in years

I taste mint
meant to remind me

we can never really forget
anything.

MariJo Moore © July 4, 2011

for Dustan

Morning messages

We did not come this time to reach our potential.
We came to find our path.

Everyone has a path to follow, to help widen, to walk, run, crawl, dance through.
Not down. Through.

As we learn, we teach, as we teach, we learn.
Old adage reworded a bit, but just as true today as when it was first breathed eons ago.

This Morning

I was taking Hercules for a walk and there, lying peacefully in the sun, was a beautiful long black snake.
Resting. I asked her what was her message for me and she said, "You are being taught to trust the process.
To trust Spirit in and for everything."

I think I finally get it.