Hello, have you ever had something go so wrong, it blew up everything you knew to be true about yourself and the world around you? Grief does that. It beats the crap out of you, picks you up and throws you into the new day. Every day.
My son was killed. It catapulted my family into a community of mourners. It is where I live now. If you know love, you will also know loss. Here, I share stories of great loss, the struggles of mine and my fellow grief warriors. This is also a place of hope and discovery. It is a place to explore how we might be able to one day whisper, Good Mourning, to our grief.
If you are new to grief, know that although grief is an individual journey, you are not alone. Start reading my blogs, from the beginning. Where I was and you are now. And if you need someone, reach out to me. I am here for you.
At a social event, our friend who was just diagnosed with a brain tumor, had a person come up to him to acknowledge they knew of his condition. This person shared a story with our friend of their experience with a family member, also diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was a grave and pessimistic… Read more: A Letter to The Friends of The Grieving
With my quest to connect to the other side of the realm, one of the shining stars to help with this is Sonia Choquette. Her book, “21 Days to Jump-Start Your Intuition” was my compass. Sonia is an author, spiritual teacher and intuitive guide. Her soft-spoken ideologies I have gathered in courses, social media and… Read more: 21 Days to Jump-Start Your Intuition by Sonia Choquette
I started 2024 with a prayer for a softer year. We needed time to adjust to the multiple losses experienced in the previous period. My prayer was not answered. In fact, the Universe carried on bringing with it more losses, more bad news, more struggles. And ended with the news that one of my favorite… Read more: My Prayer for 2025
I went into a store my daughter suggested I would enjoy, a witchy store full of gems, candles, spiritual interests. I went in to find a carrier oil I wanted. I left with the most beautiful gift in the palm of my hand. A reading of my past and future by Carmina. I didn’t plan… Read more: The Proof Is in The Palm of My Hand
When I found out my doctor was retiring, I burst into tears. He patted my hand and said, “Janica, I’m turning 70. Did you think I would never retire?” I moaned, “no I did not. I thought you’d work until one of us dropped dead.” He laughed, “I want to enjoy the last of my… Read more: Then, POW, You Are Gone!
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