The Joys of Mamahood

These two little ones are like magnets. They cannot be apart from each other too long. They fight, argue, and then have to crawl up next to each other. Their beginnings weren’t easy. Kali Rose, was my daughter’s first born. My ex and I took her in when she was only 5 months old. My daughter came into my life from Romania when she was 9 years old. She is mentally unable to take care of herself, let alone a child. Luke was her second child. He is 3 years younger than Kali Rose.

It took us four years to finalize his adoption. He was with his bio-mom for 10 months of his life. It was not a pretty or easy story… one that I can’t share without my heart breaking into tiny pieces. He is healthy and happy and one of the most forgiving souls I’ve ever encountered in my life.

My daughter has had two other babies who are now loved by forever-adopted families.

I may know a little bit about being a mother… of 8 kiddos. I have learned that patience is the essence of relating to our children. That humor can change a room full of kids. That love is the bare necessities of their development. And, that somedays are hard and full of challenges and things can shift in a minute. All of it passes in the blink of an eye.

I don’t know if I am a good mother or not. It’s not for me to decide. Some of my kids will say I am. Others, not so much. And we all have our stories.

I have been brought into this world to mother, not just my children, but myself and others. It’s in the past few years that I have learned to mother me in places that I neglected.

I miss my mother on holidays like today. She was a hard woman, and she was soft. She was courageous, and she was fearless. She taught me the things I wouldn’t do to my children from what she did to me. My mother was a warrior and an incredible powerful example of strength in my life. There was an unstoppable force in her that dictated everything and everyone around her. Her perseverance was definitely passed onto my genes. When I began to adopt children she was not happy to say the least. She judged my choices terribly. And, as most people who cannot accept their own choices, she lashed out at every decision I made with my children. However, she did love them in her own way.

Mothering my kiddos has been the most challenging and rewarding experiences of my life. Even on the days that I am exhausted, hurt, and have no clue what to do, I find myself laughing and crying simultaneously.

What makes a mother a good one?

Your ability to transcend all the hardships and turn them into lessons. Your ability to forget quickly and forgive deeply. Letting go is the secret to this profession. If you hold on too tight you lose your grip.

I used to compare myself to the perfect PTA mothers at their school when my children were little. I could barely get all six out of the house and when I would drop them off at school I would judge myself based on how the mothers all looked. My kids were dressed, clean but sometimes (okay maybe a lot) disheveled. They were loved deeply. They knew it and felt it.

Today, on Mother’s Day, I hope you remember to mother YOU. Recall those moments you thought would last forever and you made it. You have done your job. I also want to honor those who aren’t mothers of little people but animals. Others who have chosen to mother the world with their love and presence. I believe there are fathers out there mothering the hell out of their children alone. My hat goes off to all of you. Every single person in this world has the ability to mother the world.

I love you… love yourself with the same fierce intensity you give to others, including your children.

Millie

The pics below are from our day exploring yesterday:

Make a New Path

You have the power to create exits, entrances and a million pathways along the journey of your life. You aren’t stuck with just one way. That’s old programming that needs shifting. Make another way, build a beautiful path, take a road not taken… but do that one thing that leads you to something miraculous.

You’ve got this! You forget your power. You forget that no one is here to save you. You have to do it yourself. If there are speedbumps, slow down. If there are barricades, back up and go elsewhere. You get to decide how fast or slow you move… but keep moving!

I love you. Make each step count for something yummilicious!

Millie

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Faith

The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you. Its purpose is to exist for the best possible outcome that aligns with your higher self.

That’s faith and belief.

Faith is not an ability to foresee the outcome of a situation. It isn’t the holding on and believing the far circumstances of every tomorrow. Faith is the anchor that holds certainty even when it doesn’t look good, even when you have no clue what will happen. It is taking every single step blindly while knowing that the Universe has your best interest.

You aren’t in control so let go and let God! The moment you start to manipulate an outcome, things begin to fall apart. You create scenarios and obstacles that have no business being there.

Live in the magic of transformation. Love the journey of what is and what isn’t. Laugh and be inJOY! That’s where you will find God.

I love you…

Millie

Moving through Spiritual Wisdom

There is a massive amount of energy being experienced by many right now. We are leaving the old and merging into a newness that has only been in dreams. We are manifesting quicker, setting deep intentions, watching them unfold. It’s incredible all the things I have witnessed in the past week, with clients and alone.

The time is now. Put it out there. Follow your dreams and desires. No more time wasted on waiting. You get to shift the obstacles and move into your knowing… your spiritual wisdom.

I love you…Millie

Today is the Big Day for Our Book

Are you an Empath or Know One???

We have collectively gone through the greatest empathy exercise of all time.  As an empath, you may be feeling more “feels” than ever before and are seeking tools to manage them. We have been there, and U Empath You is our answer to that call.

U Empath You is a collection of stories by extraordinary sensitives who have navigated significant and sometimes life-altering transformations. These empaths have at times wobbled along the way or resisted their inner feelings and then decided to pursue their knowing and face their trials with courage, grace, and humor. Their stories will ease your journey with guidance and inspiration so you can make the empowering changes you envision for your life.

The need for energy hygiene has expanded and intensified as an unprecedented number of people awaken in their empathic nature. Our desire is to assist our fellow empaths in utilizing their gifts and shift from “Help me, this is too much” to “I am showing up as my bright, shiny self!”

It’s finally here and available for you to purchase today!!!! Go to Amazon and get your copy on Kindle for $.99. This price is only for two days!!!! This book is going to give you the assurance that you aren’t alone with all those feelings you have. You are magnificent. And, there are so many souls just like you. In this book you will find twenty authors who feel the same, including myself. I am so glad we are living in these times: you and me together!!!!

I love you,

Millie

Inexplicable Sorrow in Letting Go


One of my cousins transitioned two days ago. She was 43 years old. She was sick since she was born. Truth be told, she was a firecracker. Her hair was dyed bright red for decades. We all knew her as a firecracker. When I heard the news, it hit me like a cold glass of water thrown in my face. Even though we hadn’t spoken for a while, and we were expecting her departure, the awareness of it sat in me deeply.

I have always thought of death as going from one door into another. I experienced it more than once through near-death experiences. I feel and believe she’s now in a place of peace and love. This doesn’t diminish the loss and sorrow. The grief will continue to reside for however long it needs to. We exist with an expiration date that only God knows. Every second here is on borrowed time.

As I was gathering my feelings early in the morning, trying to get kids dressed for school, I read an email from a dear friend about her son being in the hospital, also ready to departure this world. He and I spoke often. We talked about the esoteric world, shared experiences, and just had massive belly laughs. Sometimes through texts we could spend hours exploring the metaphysical world. We would joke about playing on the outer realms and dancing at night. He is very magical on so many levels.

The kicker for me was that my cousin and him were born two days apart in February on the same year. I spent the morning in the ICU visiting him yesterday. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. His answer took me aback, “Yes, but you won’t like it.”

Our thoughts merged together at that moment. We can always read each other’s thoughts. I knew he wanted me to help him find peace.

He is tired. And seeing him in that condition, his organs shutting down, I was beyond exhausted. He was in and out of consciousness. I held his hand and did energy work on him.

Letting some go is inexplicable hard shit! He can see the spirit world as clearly as I can. And he kept pointing to those in front of his bed. I smiled and told him I knew. He knows they are flight attendants there to take him.

Death is the ending of one journey and the beginning of another. It is hard for those we leave behind. The fear, for the most part, is leaving loved ones. The other hesitation is not knowing where you go afterwards.

If you are losing someone, or lost someone recently, I am holding you tightly. These times seem to be grabbing on to so many who can’t deal with the intensity of the energies. Plus, when it is your time there is no stopping it.

I spent time sharing the news about our cousin with my older children who loved her. Each conversation kept fracturing my heart. They grew up with all her mischievous pranks. I know she is finally smiling from heaven and dancing the angel’s salsa and meringue.

I love you. Prayers to you and yours.

Millie

Hawk Messenger

I watched the hawk land on the wire of the traffic light as I waited for it to turn green. She looked right at me and I saw what I hadn’t seen: strength, vulnerability and trust.

I remembered almost two years ago waiting at a red light, the cemetery to my right was blooming. My little girl, 6-years old then, called it “the garden of the dead.” And, at that moment the truth of my feelings came out to him. I had had enough of our marriage. I could barely breathe in that space. A hawk landed right in front of me on a tree. My words came out with pressure as my chest tightened. I needed the façade to be over.

This morning the hawk refreshed the memory. So much has happened in almost two years. Our lives have been turned upside down and right side up. Who I was then isn’t who I am today! I have grown and evolved for the first time alone. I have held myself accountable and also deleted the parts I had avoided for so very long. I have healed wounds and closed the gaps of expectations to be what others wanted me to be. The triggers and traumas have a way of revisiting at times, but for the most part, things that I never addressed have come to light.

Healing has taken place. This morning I recalled the journey through sacredness to get here and it was, at times, demoralizing and exhausting.  

The hawk was watching and protecting. I felt her energy as the light changed and I drove in silence. There is magic in motion, constantly!  Spring is magnificent this year in the mountains. I am slowing down enough to notice each bloom and blossom that appears from one day into the next in my yard. I’ve stopped long enough to notice the changes of the seasons and each gift it brings to me.

Each new season has brought lessons and I am paying attention like never before. I am aware of spiritual guidance and how the messengers send the deep awareness. I pay attention to all the divine directions.

Are you? From this moment forward, what is something you will stop taking for granted? How are you shifting your energy to meet those things?

I love you,

Millie

“The hawk reminds you to fly above and beyond your day-to-day thoughts and to observe them from a birds’ eye view. Quieting the mind and detaching from your thought patterns puts you in a better position to take in messages from your angels, or spirit guides. Your spirit guides are standing by, waiting to help and guide you. The spirit of the hawk reminds you to effortlessly soar above the noise and take in guidance from the spirit realm.

  • Want to gain more autonomy for yourself, whether it’s in a relationship, your career, or a creative endeavor.
  • Are facing a challenge and having trouble getting out of it. Thinking about how the hawk views the world: seeing things from a broad perspective and then zeroing in on their goal. The hawk gathers information and then focuses on results.
  • Have a creative idea and want to see is materialize and be successful in real life.
  • Want to sharpen your intuition and have a stronger connection to your spirit guides.” 

 (from https://www.uniguide.com/hawk-meaning-symbolism-spirit-animal-guide/)

Waiting for the Bus

It was one of those nights that thoughts kept me up. They cycled throughout my body like a tornado. When I finally slept it felt as if I was unplugged from the rubbish. This morning I am exhausted.

There is nothing I can do in those moments of excessive anxiety. All I can do is try and quiet my mind. I cannot meditate. I can, however, breathe and concentrate on each inhale and exhale. The moment I stop forcing the sleep, it arrives. The instant I let go, I flow.

We’ve all experienced these nights that seem to turn into morning without rest. I tried to pinpoint what I was anxious about.  I am not. I am anticipating something and it is quite different. I am feeling as if something is right around the corner.

I shared a few weeks ago with a client who was experiencing similar issues. She said she was stricken by paralyzing anxiety. I paused for a bit. Then I told her, “You are waiting for a bus to arrive. You are seated in a secluded bus stop. You don’t know the bus number or where you are going, but you know that you are there to get on some bus.” Her eyes opened widely and she agreed.

These times are for trusting what we don’t see coming. We must have faith in the unseen and unknown. There is so much happening around the world. The collective is shifting and a lot of what empaths are feeling is the residue of all that energy.

So, I am waiting patiently without analyzing the next moments. I am seated with so many others waiting for our bus to arrive. I trust it will be to a gorgeous, peaceful, magical place. You are not alone feeling your feels. You aren’t isolated from the rest of us during these moments. It’s a massive ascension of consciousness. It feels foreign and weird… and uncomfortable at times. We are meant to grow and evolve because it is way past due!

Let’s trust together. One of my favorite quotes my Martin Luther King, Jr. is “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” Or the bus coming to get you.

I love you,

Millie

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Exercise in Love


While in meditation this sentence came up. I found myself sobbing with its truth and vibration. Your life is pure ongoing eternal exercise in love. The love for yourself and others. The love for humanity. The love for who you were and who you are becoming.

I love you,

Millie