Hello Friends.

So for the last 7 or 8 days the Universe has given me the pleasure of having laryngitis.

I do apologize if I’ve had to cancel readings and places I’ve been booked or if you have dropped by the store to find me not there  but there’s not much I can do.

I’m trying it all. Oils, holistic, doctors, honey, tea, ginger, praying, getting angry, tapping, putting smiling faces on my vocal cords, getting the healers I work with on it, nothing is working. I thought for sure when mercury went direct I’d be finished.

I’ve just have, to relax and let go and realize on some level if not humor for the divine, that this is where I’m meant to be.

I do very much appreciate my lovely voice that seems to be missing.

Please bear with me during this down time.

Quote for you:

“Just because it isn’t perfect, doesn’t mean it isn’t awesome.” M.R.Mathias

Until we meet again, Sharon

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Howdy Pals.

I was talking the other day with my hubby about how I just say what I want to say and maybe I have to be a bit careful because you never know how people are going to react. He told me his Dad would always say you never know who you are talking to.

Like the time when this young girl threw her empty drink out the window and I stared at her outside of her car until she opened the door to pick it up. I got my little dig in too about her future children living in a wasteland.

Isn’t this just a right you get when you get old to be a bit cranky and righteous?

Reminds me of that joke when the old lady was going to pull into a parking spot in the mall when a young lad pulls his sports car into the spot before she can park and says it pays to be young when she takes her car and smashes into his sports car and says it pays to be old too.

No sooner had we talked about this when yesterday it happened again.

I was at a light deciding whether I can go left on a red light onto a one way street. . Let’s face it I got my license at 16 and I’m 58 I can’t remember. (I’ll study again when I turn 85 and have to get my license again.) So while I’m thinking whether to take a chance and go I hear beeping behind me from a big truck. I’m thinking this guy must have his pregnant wife in the car or something rushing to the hospital.  By then the light was green so I mosey along, turn the corner and then drive up to a yellow turning into a red for which I stop instead of flying through the  yellow. Well this big truck comes up around me and the guy starts screaming at me “LEARN TO DRIVE WHEN YOU ARE IN OSHAWA!!!! YOU CAN TURN ON A ONE WAY AT A RED!!!! CURSING AND SWEARING. RACKA RACKA RACKA!!!”.

I react to him like the sloth on Melatonin I am and smile and say to him “Buddy buddy you’re going to make yourself crazy if you act like this for such a small thing”. Oops who knew that wasn’t the thing to say to someone with road rage. I think I saw smoke coming out his nose when he drove forward ninety miles an hour still screaming at me.

I thought oh God please don’t let him get a speeding ticket he’ll go crazy!

I just thought the whole thing funny and I had a great appreciation of my ability not to get excited about small stuff but I think he’s still seething and telling this story to everyone who will listen. I’m gathering he doesn’t have a blog to tell his story.

I guess there but for the grace of God go I..

Quote for you:

“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.” Pema Chödrön

Love you!

Until we meet again, Sharon

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Hi Pals. I hope you are enjoying this amazing beautiful day. Ahhhh it feels good.

The other day someone lovely said to me Thanks a Million. How wonderful did that feel? I thought I haven’t heard that in years,

Then when I get home I told the hubby and he said yes “Grazie Mille”. Translated I believe to A Thousand Thanks.

Like how cool is that?

So I guess this blog is to say to you all who are reading this “Grazie Mille” for being you!

Love you!

Quote for you:

“God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say ‘thank you?” William Arthur Ward

Thank you Dear Friends.

Until we meet again, Sharon

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