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Tidal Wave Dreams

Tidal waves have enormous power. In dreams, the power of the wave represents valuable energy in you that needs expression.

by Jenny Davidow

Copyright 2010. Reprint only with written permission from the author

 

Recurring nightmares can change.

They want to change.

  

Suppose there's a huge tidal wave coming toward you. The moving wall of water is

I recently gave a presentation for my Leads Group on how I became interested in becoming a Certified Hypnotherapist. Here is a small part of my story:

My father is Italian, my mother is Swedish, they met in Greece, and when my brother was a year old, they emigrated to America. While I was born in Washington DC and lived in

The House That Jack Built
Дом, который построил Джек

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Discontent is the first step to progress

(Chinese Proverb)

The one thing I do know about construction: it always takes three times as long and costs three times more than you planned. Last April I first started some construction in my house, deciding to take out the old carpets in the bedroom and replace with laminate flooring. This decision stemmed from

My deepest, most concealed, most radical secret these days is that I am, in fact, addicted to The Sims 3. Believe me, I know it's not the hardest drug or the most self-destructive personal pursuit, but it is certainly worthy of mild concern. See, I never thought I'd be able to relate to the tech articles of yesteryear, or my mother for that matter, who can

I was having one of those moments when I was feeling in touch with my inner Martha Stewart, as I waltzed around Ross: Cross Dress for Less at our lovely River Street Plaza. There I found the most fabulous chartreuse velvet curtains, the perfect color for my front room, at an astonishing price. I languorously chose new curtain rods, my inner math geek

Can’t seem to sleep, can’t seem to eat
Feels like my stomach is tied up in knots
Can’t seem to let go, can’t seem to move on
Wonder what the hell is causing this gut rot?

Classroom head lice, house might have termites,
Only rich in cat hair, gold pollen and dust bunnies
Can’t seem to get sleep, can’t seem to breathe deep
And now don’t you know, the IRS wants all

People with no TV - what the heck should we do tonight, honey? There was a long white corridor at the top of the stairs that proved to be the perfect blank canvas for this winter's kooky house project.

We decided on a four seasons theme. First we sponged a background with a fade from yellow to blue. Then we painted trunks and branches. Frosty fairies, blue

It was late afternoon as we walked along the railroad tracks, the setting sun a dazzling gold ball before us. My daughter had volunteered to dog sit while a friend was out of town, and we were now returning to our cat filled abode.

A dark shadow passed in front of the sun, then swooped before us again before landing just a few feet away on the fence. Deep

My fourth time over the hill in 4 days. Not a big deal to some, but more times than I've driven in probably a year. After all, I live in Santa Cruz, and why leave paradise?

I started out with Every Day Reiki - Magickal and Mundane presented by Francena Marie Hancock. Based on Diane Stein's Essential Reiki, this certainly was the calmest, most peaceful

Sunday I went solo to PantheaCon, weathering the pouring rain as best possible,  Astarius cranked on the CD player. Dressed today in rich velvets and sumptuous silks, I felt sparkly - my gypsy skirt covered in gold sequins, my anklet tinkling silver bells, glitter on my cheeks & bindi's aplenty on my third eye (Bindi there! Done that!). Indeed, the whole

On Saturday we were smart enough to stop at The Buttery before venturing off for further adventures at PantheaCon. The food at The Double Tree Hotel is not only hideously expensive, but veritably unpalatable as well, especially for kids. We loaded up our bags with avocado sandwiches, boiled eggs and organic pop tarts, little cheeses and bottles of water,

i don't usually get bags from the market, but sometimes i do, so i can keep my food  as separate as possible from my sweaty clothes, while still shoving everything in my bike bag. the paper bag seems like a nice protector from my germs, in my mind anyway. the other day i got home from trader joe's and found this little typographical error gem, thought i'd

I wasn't able to sleep, and judging from the noises coming from the washer, drier and Jake's room in the wee morning hours, neither was Jake.

 

We both had a 4:30 AM wake-up to get the lad to SFO for his 8:05AM direct flight to Dulles airport in D.C. for his Congressional Youth Leadership Council trip to the inaguration of President number 44, Mr. Barak

Every Breath is a Gift

For almost two months now, I have been struggling for my health. Specifically, I've been struggling to get a breath. Ever since my birthday, when I was dealt a double emotional wallop, I have been doing everything in my power to regain my balance.

Every muscle hurts, as every cell feels starved for oxygen, and a deep depression has

Couple of folks have asked the stories behind my tattoos. I started getting inked at 18, average one a year, and now have 27 totaling about 60 hours of work from nine different artists.

Not my first, but if I only had one tattoo - it would be this one, Double Happiness. Tattooed in red above my heart, it is a symbol of hope and wholeness.

I do not

It was a Saturday, Inauguration day 2001, and my five year old and I were out for pizza downtown. “Look, Mom!” Amber cried excitedly, “Puppets!” Indeed, huge puppets of George Bush, along with papier-maché missiles, were being carried by protesters as they walked down Pacific. We quickly followed the parade to the town clock, where I tried to explain

I read this story recently:

Joan (not her real name) had always been welcomed by Mary’s family. But after Mary and Joan had been together for over 15 years, Mary came to realize that she had never actually told her father she was a lesbian. She waited for the RIGHT TIME, when he was reading his newspaper and they were alone.

“Dad,”she said, “there’s something

A man went to the hospital to have his wedding ring cut off from his dingaling.

According to the Nurse attending, the patient's girl friend found the ring in his pants pocket and she got so mad at him, she used petroleum jelly to slip the ring on his dingaling while he was asleep.

I don't know what's worse:

1) Having your girlfriend find out you're

 Dog Medicine

(Mercury retrograde and I seem to reviewing the past. Here's a blog entry from 2005)

I just had the trippiest experience. Last night as I was coming home, I noticed a dog in the middle of the street. Big white dog, bit bigger than a lab, with a brown squishy face, and deep brown eyes. A group of teenagers were telling him to go home, but it