Everything Happens For A Reason

Some days the complexities of living a three-dimensional, black and white, good or bad reality take their toll. Enough! I want to say. Everything has its place on life’s continuum.

Everything happens for a reason. Somehow, I’ve known this since I was a child. Even in my darkest moments this inner knowing gave me hope with which to carry on. I guess you could call it faith that in some way, if there was a reason for what had gone on, some good was seeded within it.

Mandalas are fascinating microcosms of the the wholistic nature of life. They speak to us on levels beneath reason and logic drawing out a new understanding–insight that intellect alone could never know.


By The Light Of The Silvery Moon…

I’ve always been in love with the sky. When I felt lost or alone as a child I looked long and hard into the night sky as if the answers to my prayers were there waiting for me to notice them.

As a young adult everything in my outer world changed and yet I felt alone. They sky has been a safe haven for me for as long as I can remember. Even today, as savvy and sophistocated as I like to think I am, I retreat to the sky with that same hope and prayer in my heart. The sky reminds me of something I’ve yet to put my fingers on.

As a practicing astrologer you’d think I’d have figured it all out by now. Instead, I engage in the mystery and magic of the stars twinkling overhead that always call to my heart. There is something sacred in the silence of the sky. Something my spirit has always understood.