My Writer’s Prayer


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Anyone who’s a writer knows that we don’t work alone.  There are forces that direct and guide our life as scribes.  Here is my prayer to them.  I hope it inspires you.



Dear Team in Heaven:

Thank you for giving me another day to express myself.  I don’t take the gift you’ve given me lightly, and I accept that it comes with a responsibility not to squander it on trivial pursuits.

I promise not to use it to write something that is out of alignment with God’s plan for humanity.  Therefore, I will continue to refuse to write anything that is merely exploitative.

You gave us the gift of laughter, and at the very least, I promise to have fun writing today.  With your grace, I will play with ideas, story lines and characters.  I will let them roam my mind freely and not hinder their expression.  Whenever it’s possible to add levity through humor to a something I’m writing, I vow that I will.

Just for today, I will demand that my inner critic SHUTS UP.  Please remind me that this voice is harsh and does not serve me.  I acknowledge that by listening to its harangue, I am questioning your authority.  My talent is a gift directly from Heaven.  Who am I to question God’s wisdom?

Thank you Heavenly Team — Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Archangels, my Guardian Angel, my loved ones who have passed on, and my muses — I know that even when I can’t sense your presence, you are always here, helping me to become not only a stronger, more articulate writer, but the person I’ve been from the beginning of time until infinity.

I call upon Archangel Gabriel, God’s own Heavenly scribe to encourage and challenge me.  When I’m discouraged or feeling inadequate, I know you’ll redirect my thoughts to ones of empowerment.

Thank you also Archangel Michael.  Without your protection, I wouldn’t be alive or of sound mind.  I invite you into my life and claim you as my personal guardian.  Since it is in the interest of Lucifer and his demons, to stop my work, I ask for your protection of my mind and working environment while I write.  Keep them clear of distractions and obstructions.

Archangel Raphael, I invite you into my soul to heal those parts of me that feel unworthy of this gift God blessed me with.  Please calm me when I get anxious or frustrated as I attempt to either shape a tale or find the words to express it.

I invite all of the Archangels to guide my writing and all of my creative endeavors.  Come Sandalphon, Metatron, Ariel, Uriel, Zadkiel, Raziel, Haniel, Raguel, Chamuel, Jophiel, Jeremiel, and Azrael, fill my thoughts with inspiration.  Clear my chakras so my mind, body and soul are one.  Fill me with Heavenly peace.

I also call upon the infinite guidance of writers that I respect who have passed on.  I invite you to be my mentors.  When I’m weary or not feeling connected to the creative fount in Heaven, please be with me and if it pleases you, inspire me.

Guardian Angel my love and thanks are always yours.  May each day bring my writing more in alignment with the being that you know was my destiny.

Last, but not least, I ask also for the great spiritual masters: Buddha, Gandhi, Mother Teresa, and any others to also guide my work.  You have inspired generations and given so much to help humanity, I honor and respect you.

Now, Holy Team, send me with clear mind and open heart to accept the gifts you intend for me to receive so that I may share them with humanity.

As it was in the beginning, is now and forever shall be, words without end.  Praise to Heaven!


Sidebar:  I chose this particular photograph because it illustrates my belief that the Divine resides within each and every living being, and I thought it was a powerful visual reminder of this truth.  Live and write in Spirit.

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Proof of The Afterlife


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I spoke this week with Brenda Cunliffe of Communication is Key, she is an animal communicator who I heartily recommend (you can find a link to her website at the end of this blog).   There have been many times that Brenda has shared extraordinary information with me about Ling, my Shih Tzu who passed to eternal life on September 30th of this year.


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Ling was more to me than a pet, she was my best friend.  I had the privilege of raising her and we spent almost 12 years together.  On September 26th she was fine and seemed to enjoy her daily mile walk.  The next morning when she refused her food I knew something was seriously awry.  Her breathing was labored, and within a couple of hours she was diagnosed with Coronary Heart Failure.  Within four days, she had to be euthanized.

By the way, I hate that word, I don’t know why really, but I do.  I prefer to say it was a mercy killing.  Truth is always easier on the psyche, at least it is for me.  I don’t know when the term “being euthanized” came into our lexicon, but I’d like to see it dropped because it seems like we have become a society of euphemisms, and I’m of the opinion that they are on a certain level the cause of societal mass delusion, but I digress…

One month after she died, I took a walk to the shore so I could grieve and tell her how wonderful it was to have her in my life for as long as I did.  It was a beautiful, sunny day with clear skies and gale force winds.  On the way home on a grassy driveway, in a semi-wooded area, I found a wild turkey feather.  With the winds blowing like that, it immediately struck me as odd that I’d find a feather lying there.

I kept walking and about half way home, I realized the feather was the same coloring as Ling!  When Ling was in “full coat,” she had 10 zebra-like stripes.  Take a look at the feather below.

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There was no doubt in my mind that Ling placed this feather in that precise spot so I — and I alone — could discover it that morning on my walk.  How she managed this, I may never know.  When I showed it to “Doctor Hopper” (my sister), she had the same reaction.  It was a gift from Ling.

Confirmation of this fact came when I spoke with Brenda this week.  I asked Brenda if Ling had tried to give me a sign since her passing.  Brenda said:  “Yes, something about a feather.  Does this make sense?”  I answered in the affirmative.  Brenda continued: “She knows that feathers are important to you, and she wants you to know that she’ll keep sending them to you as she can.”

Wow.  What a gift!

I had been so bereft wondering if I’d ever see her again.  Struggling with the thought that maybe there is no afterlife for pets.  This is the belief of many fundamentalist Christians.  They think that animals are soulless, which is their justification for hunting.  Hmm, me thinks that’s another blog brewing.

I had even asked a pastor about this.  His answer was that he wasn’t certain, but that he thought that if it’s important for my happiness to have Ling and my other pets with me in Heaven, that they’d be there.  None of what I read or heard was of real comfort to me.  There were too many questions.

Then came the feather.  The feather from Heaven.  Now I know.  Life does go on.  I know it for a fact and this beautiful gift was given to me — and the world — by the Best Dog That Ever Lived, my Ling.  Thank you, darling.

Something else wonderful that Ling shared with me through Brenda was that a dog that was mostly silver with black and white was the first to greet her.  This didn’t make sense to me at first, but when I shared the story with Doctor Hopper, she said it sounds like Keppie, a Norwegian Elkhound I grew up with, which looked almost exactly like the picture below.  By the way, I sent this photograph to Brenda and she confirmed that the picture of the dog that Ling transmitted to her looked like this.

This resonated with me, not only because of the coloring, but Keppie and I had a special bond.  One that even my sister didn’t know, since she was no longer living at home at that time.

I had rescued Keppie from freezing to death when she became lost in the winter in the woods up the street from our home.  Keppie had been lost for a couple of days.  My parents had given up.  Obsessed, I wouldn’t.  I kept telling them that Keppie was alive.

By the time that I found her, she was near death.  She had fallen into an abandoned foundation out in the middle of the woods.  There were no tracks that lead me to her, and I didn’t hear her until I was a few feet away from where she was.  Her spirit lead me to her.  It was a long run home to get my dad to help get her out.  It took two men and a long ladder for the rescue.  The vet said that if I hadn’t found her when I did, she would have died.

This happened over four decades ago.  A lifetime, but Keppie’s love for me is eternal.  She never forgot.  She was there for Ling, just like she’s always been there for me.  I hope you find the same comfort in this as I do.  Life IS eternal.  So is love.

Have yourself a happy holiday season.  Thanks to Brenda, Ling and Keppie and all my loved ones, I know I will.  I’m feeling extraordinarily blessed this year in spite of the difficulties I’m facing.

A couple of footnotes:

If you’d like to contact Brenda, here is her information:  Be sure to tell her that Sidney and Ling sent you.

Euthanasia comes from the Greek words, Eu (good) and Thanatosis (death) and it means “Good Death, “Gentle and Easy Death.”  I still think it’s better to be frank, though…

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Silver Lining


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Our silver linings are by their very nature elusive.

When they come, like a Peregrine Falcon they take our breath away because it is in the waiting that we seem to endlessly seek them.





We seek them in the murky forests of challenges.

Did we see one, flit across the meadow of insolvency?

Or did we hear it’s wings in the treacherous ravines of betrayal?

We know they’re there.  During the ages of our suffering we sometimes catch a glimpse of the mercurial glimmer, and yet we yearn.

But where did it go?  Did we just see one flit through our distress, or was it hopeful imagination?

Will it return?


It will come.

The revealing will be even more magnificent than our imagining.  It will be a revelation.

Our longing is the falconer.  We must wait.  Patiently.  Quietly.  Expectantly.  And trust in the knowledge that if we do so, it will come.

Arriving in its own time.  Not when we want it.  Definitely not when we demand of it, but in that perfect moment.





And then we’ll know.  We’ll be able to see and to hear the truth.

That it came at exactly the right time, and because of this, it’s luster will be eternally magnificent.

It will SHINE!





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More Character, Less Personality Please


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This is what character means to me.  Take a piece of paper and write character as I have and see what you come up with.

I’ve chosen to write about character because I think the lack of it is causing an international crisis.  There is too much focus today on personality, and not enough on character.  Since the two are often used interchangeably what do I mean?

Character is a person’s foundation.  It is what makes one uniquely singular.  No two people can share the same character. You can adopt a different personality, but your character is still there.  In other words, you are who you are who you are.

While Personality was closely aligned with character, it has evolved over time to focus more on how a person is PERCEIVED.  When people are talking about personality, it’s usually focused on a person’s social skills, which may or may not accurately reflect who they really are.  Describing someone’s personality is almost always linked to their Reputation.

❝Be more concerned with your character than your reputation, because your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are.❞   John Wooden

I’ve been observing that increasingly, people are more concerned with an individual’s personality than they are their character.  This trend disturbs me because it is based on superficial signifiers, not by intimate knowledge of a person’s character.  It’s a way of filtering people into groups of us versus them, which in my mind, is the basis of dangerous thinking.  If you are one of “them,” you are on the outside.

❝When you choose your friends, don’t be short-changed by choosing personality over character.❞    W. Somerset Maugham

This is playing out in political and religious divisions, and it’s killing our country.  While I disagree with the policies and proselytizations of the Republicans, Tea Party and conservative Christians, I can’t understand the venom with which many of my fellow Liberal Democrats are attacking them.  The diatribes are practically indistinguishable on both sides.  This is not serving our country.  It is a plague of hatred which is insidiously robbing our nation of its character.

Unfortunately, this destructivism is not limited to the U.S.  Look at what’s happening in the Middle East with the Israelis and the Palestinians.  The Israelis have taken us v. them to new heights of craziness.  We don’t like you so we’re going to rob you of your land, cut off your supplies, and essentially starve you to death.  I do not understand why there isn’t furious outrage from the international community and sanctions against Israel by the U.N.

Of course, it’s not limited to the Israelis and the Palestinians.  Like I said earlier it’s a global crisis.  Shiite against Sunni, the Dalai Lama’s forced exile by the Chinese government, and so on, and so on…  It’s insane!

Character, in the long run, is the decisive factor in the life of an individual and of nations alike.❞  Theodore Roosevelt

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.❞  Abraham Lincoln

I see similar issues with Political Correctness.  Since when did it become acceptable to rob people of free speech in the very country that invented it?  Why is it now fashionable to tell people how they can talk, write and even think?  So what if you don’t like what a person is saying.  That does NOT give you the right to curtail their right to express themselves!

I think that the whole idea behind hate speech is our government’s thrist to exercise total control over the citizenry.  If the government doesn’t approve of how you are expressing yourself, you can now be thrown in jail, for LIFE, with no right to trial, no jury of peers, NOTHING.  Hell, if they don’t like what you’re saying, they can have you executed!!!  Why are not more people outraged?  I’ll tell you why, they’re scared shitless.

Censorship is the most hateful — and ignorant — of all practices.  No human being has the “right” to tell another what to think or say.  The only reasonable punishment for hate speech is ostracization and condemnation.

The other misuse of Personality is Character Assassination.  Someone doesn’t like what another person says/thinks, so they attack their Reputation.  Character Assassinations are almost always carried out by people who only superficially know the object of the smear.  Think about it.  If you know someone, I mean REALLY know someone, can you slander/libel them?

What I’ve concluded is that our character is the roadmap for all of our choices.  Our personality is what we allow the outside world to observe.  For humanity to thrive, I believe that we need to shift our attention from personality back to character.  Superficiality is currently in the driver’s seat of the mass media because we have placed it there in our thirst for consumerism.  It’s time to get back to basics and measure a person by their character.

Nothing shows a man’s character more than what he laughs at.❞ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

You can judge a man’s true character by the way he treats his fellow animals.❞  Paul McCartney

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