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Everyday a note from the Universe comes into my inbox. Often times I miss it and other days it catches my attention.  Here was today's message:  "See? I told you everything was lining up for you, Louisa; that the right people were headed your way; that the right things would be said; that you'd become a total love magnet; and that very little of

On Friday morning at 5:30am my sister texted me "let the fairy tale begin". I was on my way to Home Depot to pick up a cargo van to move into my new place.  Over Labor Day weekend I had been prompted at 5:00 in the morning to look at Craig's List. There I would find the cottage. I sent an email

It's been a while since I've written. How are you really?  My dear friend J.D.  would ask this question and you would pause because he was waiting for your really. I wish I could call J.D. and hear those words. He created a space to be real. So, in his honor I'm carrying forward his baton. How are you really? How's your heart?

Recently, I found myself at the beach at low tide. It was a crisp, sunny sixty-degree day and my walk stopped when I came upon the rock jetty, fully exposed by the receding waters.  I sat down to clear my head and took in all I could not see with the high tide. There all before me lay rock upon rock, shell upon shell, seaweed, and other

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