Sacred Solitude

07/25/2025

He was my shadow - my little stalker. Rest easy my sweet boy. Say hello to Tickles, Hyper and Missy. Mom & Dad will watch over you now. We live you and will miss you dearly.

07/14/2025

Srunning sunset this ending my vacation

07/12/2025

Leaving this beautiful land. Manitoulin island holds a special magic that keeps us. Coming back every year. The island holds a piece of my heart..like coming home. ☀️

07/01/2025

This is a little late but have a listen to Sheila and her take on the New Moon energies this month.

Sheila is insightful and knowledgeable. Even though, I am not sure about the part of Libra's being indecisive... uh... I am not not indecisive at all! LOL

If you want an excellent Tarot Reading.. Sheila is the lady to see!!!

This is a recording of the live session held June 25th.Every night, the last thing you do before bed - affirm:I am deeply loved and that overflows effortless...

06/26/2025

Some days are more challenging than others.. but just remember...

We ARE survivors
We ARE warriors
We ARE unparalleled GODDESSES in our own right!

Stand proud in who you are...

05/24/2025

Only now—standing at a distance—can I begin to trace the outline. Now I see how it all started, not with a single event, but with a quiet accumulation of moments. They seemed small at the time. Insignificant. Forgettable, even. But they weren’t. They were everything.
Life doesn't announce transformation with fanfare. There’s no loud snap of the fingers, no switch flipping under fluorescent light. Instead, it whispers. It layers. One moment after another. One conversation. One goodbye. One new beginning. And then another. And another.
You don’t always recognize the turning points while you're living them. That offhand comment from a stranger. The silence that lingered too long in a room. The way your heart clenched when someone you trusted looked the other way. These are the spotlights. These are the seams in the fabric of your life that, once illuminated, reveal the pattern.
You begin to see it: how certain people entered your life not to stay, but to steer. How some pain wasn’t a punishment, but a redirection. How the things that once broke you were actually opening doors you couldn’t yet see.
And with that clarity comes grace.
Because you realize you’re not broken. You’re built—from every lesson, every misstep, every surge of joy and every shadow of doubt. You’re not lost. You’re layered. And each layer tells a story worth remembering.

05/24/2025

Only now—standing at a distance—can I begin to trace the outline. Now I see how it all started, not with a single event, but with a quiet accumulation of moments. They seemed small at the time. Insignificant. Forgettable, even. But they weren’t. They were everything.
Life doesn't announce transformation with fanfare. There’s no loud snap of the fingers, no switch flipping under fluorescent light. Instead, it whispers. It layers. One moment after another. One conversation. One goodbye. One new beginning. And then another. And another.
You don’t always recognize the turning points while you're living them. That offhand comment from a stranger. The silence that lingered too long in a room. The way your heart clenched when someone you trusted looked the other way. These are the spotlights. These are the seams in the fabric of your life that, once illuminated, reveal the pattern.
You begin to see it: how certain people entered your life not to stay, but to steer. How some pain wasn’t a punishment, but a redirection. How the things that once broke you were actually opening doors you couldn’t yet see.
And with that clarity comes grace.
Because you realize you’re not broken. You’re built—from every lesson, every misstep, every surge of joy and every shadow of doubt. You’re not lost. You’re layered. And each layer tells a story worth remembering.

05/16/2025

The sun coming up from the east and a spring thunderstorm rolling in from the west. What seriously sounded like hail turned out to be just really heavy rain! I LOVE a good thunderstorm.

04/06/2025

Mallards - perhaps nesting, maybe resting. We will see over the next few days. I simply begged the neighbors to leave them be. I hope they will.

03/31/2025

02/13/2025

It's still coming down. It's so pretty but I am so glad hubby is home today.