A friend in high school, Maureen, used to say that “divine coincidence” was an oxymoron. If God had a hand in it, it couldn’t be a mere coincidence, it was preordained, not random.

I keep a coincidence journal where I write down the synchronicities I’ve noted each day, from the mundane to the magnificent. Most times I can’t make sense of them, like the word “roundabout” coming up twice in one day. Why? What is the message?

Sometimes I know there’s a message, I just need the secret decoder ring, like three cards coming up today with women wearing blindfolds. Kinky sex in my future? Or is there something I’m refusing to see?

I’m taking a class with Brigit Esselmont from Biddy Tarot. In the introduction to one of her lessons, she used a quote from Deepak Chopra from his book The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire Harnessing the Infinite Power of coincidence. I’ve enjoyed Chopra’s books in the past, so I ordered it.

It arrived the other day and I started reading it yesterday. In the introduction he talks about each of us being “immersed in a network of coincidences that inspire us and help direct our lives,” a “conspiracy of coincidences.” Yes, I thought. That’s why I’m here.

The next paragraph made me sit up. “Just the fact that you are reading these words now… is one of those potentially life-altering coincidences.”

And then this morning, the Universe hammered it home for me as I opened Nancy Rush’s blog (Nancy also clears energy) and found she had started her post with a quote… by Deepak Chopra.

Intention is the starting point of every dream. It is the creative power that fulfills all of our needs, whether for money, relationships, spiritual awakening, or love. – Deepak Chopra

So, as I say, from the mundane to the magnificent.

Similarly, Spirit tapped me on the shoulder and suggested I watch the Netflix series on meditation, Headspace. A friend mentioned it to me, he knows I meditate and thought I might enjoy it. I’ve been meditating since I was twelve, so I thanked him for thinking of me, but didn’t plan to watch some watered-down, made-for-the-masses, simplistic show. Ahem, said the Universe, and showed me an article about it in my newsfeed. I asked my friend if that’s where he found out about Headspace, in his newsfeed. Nope, it was in a Tim Ferris podcast.

It gets better. I had just bought Tim Ferris’s The 4-Hour Workweek.

Okay, okay, I’m watching the series already. And it’s quite good. I’ve picked up some useful reminders and even new ideas to deepen my meditation practice.

I’m only four episodes into the eight that were made. If one of them mentions Deepak Chopra, my mind will be completely blown.

This week I’m working with this affirmation: I notice the synchronicities around me, the mundane and the magnificent.

January 1st has that odometer feeling to it as the date resets to 01/01. But today is rarely much different than yesterday.

And we all have high hopes for 2021. We long to meet with friends, dine out, go to a movie or a concert. Get our hair cut without wearing a mask. Send the kids back to school (please, in the name of all that is holy, let them go back to school). And probably more than anything else, live without the fear of getting sick and passing it on.

Here it is, January 4th and things are pretty much the same was they were on December 31st. True, there is now a vaccine. But it will be quite a while before the majority of the population is vaccinated. In the meantime, there is a new strain of the virus that spreads more quickly.

How do we hang on to hope when we are so very weary?

As part of my New Year ritual, I listed the highs and lows of 2020. I was happy to find that the highs far outnumbered the lows. My Plus Side included making new friends online, starting a new business, renewing an old friendship, my daughter’s engagement, we took our granddaughters to Universal Orlando before the pandemic hit, I started a Facebook group, and I lost over twenty pounds.

On the Minus Side we had some true lows. My father-in-law died. We put down our old sweet dog, Lulu. My wedding business all but dried up. And, of course, COVID-19.

But tragedy can hit in any year. People and pets die. California has wildfires. If it’s not murder hornets, it’s zika-carrying mosquitos.

Saturday I was feeling sad, almost depressed. I posted an oracle card I had pulled that seemed to speak directly to that sadness and a couple of people commented that they felt the same way. Yesterday I video-chatted with my friend in Manhattan and she sad she’d had about all she could take. I think most of us have. And I have to wonder if it’s because even though we knew that no miracle was going to take place on New Year’s Eve, we still held out hope that somehow one would.

So how do we find our way out of disappointment? How do we avoid having disappointment turn into despair?

First, find a spiritual practice, if you don’t already have one. Yoga, breath or energy work, prayer, whatever connects you to Spirit.

Second, connect with people. Join my Facebook group. Find a pen pal or write a letter to an old friend. Facetime, Zoom, Skype. Set weekly or bi-weekly appointments to chat.

Third, work with this affirmation, “I choose optimism and joy throughout each day. I look to the future with hope and excitement.”

Lastly, do the things you know you’re supposed to. Eat properly. Practice good sleep hygiene. Count your blessings. Exercise. Read. Get outside. Learn something new.

New moons, full moons, solstices, equinoxes, birthdays, endings, and beginnings offer us the opportunity to reflect on what we’ve learned and set our aspirations for moving forward.
We all know what a rotten egg of a year 2020 was—the memes abound, and it was in almost every holiday greeting. The second week of January may be a shock when we find out that not much is different from the second week of December.

During this quiet week between Christmas and New Year’s Day, take stock of the past year. You can find lots of good tarot spreads for this. I used one from Biddy Tarot, eight cards for reflection. As usual, my cards spoke the truth with a sense of humor.

Here’s what came up for me.

What were my biggest achievements for 2020? The Ace of Pentacles highlights my new website, new Facebook group, new logo, and my budding new business. I also started a dream group. It was a year of saying yes to opportunities, making new friends, renewing old friendships, manifestation, and abundance.

What was my biggest challenge? The Temperance card shows that remaining calm when life was stressful was difficult, as was maintaining and even temperament and managing my emotions.

How have I developed as a person? I was able to follow my heart and take a leap of faith, trusting where the Universe was taking me. The Fool shows that I was able to acknowledge fear and do what scared me anyway.

What did I learn in 2020? The King of Wands came up for this question. I learned to lead my life with intent, vision, and a long-term view. I’m learning that I can create any outcome I wish.

How would I describe 2020 in just three words? The 5 of Wands says conflict, disagreement, tension. With my husband working from home and my granddaughters doing remote learning here at least three times a week, I can’t argue with that.

What aspects of 2020 can I leave behind? The Tower! This card made me laugh. Yes, please, let’s leave the sudden change, the upheaval, the chaos behind.

What aspects of 2020 can I bring with me into 2021? The Ace of Cups—love, new relationships, compassion, and creativity. I should strive to continue to give love, receive love, be love, to allow Divine compassion and unconditional love to flow through me.

I’d love to see what the cards have to say to you. Pull your own cards (or let me know if you’d like a year-end or new year reading with me) and leave their message to you in the comments.

Happy New Year. May 2021 bring you health, prosperity, passion, purpose, and above all, joy!

Yesterday was not only the winter solstice, but also what is called a great conjunction between Jupiter and Saturn.

The conjunction brought the two planets closer together than they have been in eight hundred years and an event that won’t happen again until 2080. In the Northern Hemisphere their alignment made them look like a double planet., a bright spot on the longest night of the year.

Intentions can be set at any time, of course. If you follow the lunar cycles, then you probably set them with the new moon, planting seeds in the dark that will grow as the light of the moon does. The solstice gives us the opportunity to lay the foundation for a desire to manifest as the sun shines brighter and the days grow longer.

Here in midwinter, in these cold dark days, we have time for introspection, contemplation and meditation. We don’t feel the urgency that we do in summer to fill every hour with activity.

To set your intention, center or ground yourself. If you’re not sure what you would like to create energetically, go within. Meditate. Invite your guides and angels to join you. As them for inspiration. When you know what you would like to manifest, write it down on a small piece of paper. As you do, create a feeling of joy, the happiness you will have when you have your desire. Writing the intention down helps to cement it; decorating the paper helps bring the happy feelings out.

Then light a candle while saying (or thinking loudly) what you wrote on the paper. I use a tall candle in glass, the kind you find in the Latinx section of grocery stores. You can use color to emphasize your intention—green for financial desires, red, for love, etc. Place the slip of paper under the candle. Let the candle burn all the way out over the next couple of days. Obviously, ensure that it is not near anything flammable. I usually it in a shallow bowl as well.

Here in northern Illinois, we will have just over nine hours of light today. The light of the candles bring cheer to the darkness as the flame sends your message to the energetic realm to be transformed.

Wishing you infinite light and love this season!

I’ve been working with the affirmation “I choose to accept myself as I am.” I found that my brain likes to sneak words onto the end of that like “…even though I’m old.” Or “…in spite of needing to lose about fifty pounds.”

As you’re probably aware, Louise Hay, the founder of Hay House, took affirmations to a new level with her book You Can Heal Your Life. She believed that in order to heal the body, we must change our mental patterns. We have to love ourselves a great deal more than we do.

For example, high blood pressure is caused by long-standing unresolved emotional problems. The new thought pattern is I joyously release the past. I am at peace.

It can be hard enough to repeat something like that. Louise recommended taking it further—saying it into the mirror. Or even better, singing it to yourself.

Yikes. I don’t know about you, but I feel like an idiot looking myself in eyes and singing.

And yet I gladly did it with my children and grandchildren.

Do you remember being sung to as a child? Did it matter if your mother, father, grandmother, aunt, whoever it was had a beautiful singing voice? Of course not. So don’t even start with “But I can’t sing.”

It turns out there’s a big difference between singing by yourself in the car and singing to yourself in the mirror. Or maybe I should speak for myself.

One of the songs I used to sing to my children and grandchildren was from summer camp. It was covered by a number of groups in the 1960s; John Denver even covered it in the mid 70s.

“Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine,
I’ll taste your strawberries, I’ll drink your sweet wine.
A million tomorrows shall all pass away, ‘ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today.”

So, I have no problem singing that to a child. As an experiment, as the prelude to singing an affirmation to myself, I tried singing it in the mirror. Just those three lines. Awkward, but not painful.

I’ll probably never reach Louise Hay status with affirmations. But I find that working with affirmations has brought change to my life. Last year I used “My life is an adventure, taking me new places inside and out” and found myself in Las Vegas, Orlando, and Kohler, Wisconsin, within two months.

As to “I choose to accept myself as I am”, I add something positive and true to the end before my brain sneaks in a negative thought. I choose to accept myself as I am–I am intelligent. I choose to accept myself as I am—I have a great sense of humor. I choose to accept myself as I am—I am a powerful manifester.

We all long to hear that we’re, if not perfect, than at least good enough as we are.

I usually close my sessions with my clients by telling them to remember that they are so loved. Even if their husbands are jerks or their parents abused them or they can’t think of anyone who thinks they’re perfect, Spirit does. And I do because Spirit does and I’m not about to second guess the Source of All.

But hearing someone say “You be you, I won’t run” is more meaningful and concrete. Source is love, loves every thing equally; that’s its job, so to speak. Hearing that even in your uniqueness, even because of that uniqueness, you are worthy of love from someone whose job it isn’t, opens the (small-s) spirit, lifts it up, allows it to blossom again. Hearing that is something that we can carry with us throughout the day, or longer.

I don’t discount the importance of the words “I love you”. Why do we hesitate to tell people we love them? We may show them every day in different ways—making a cup of tea, picking up a stone or flower from a walk, squeezing their hand, eating a meal together–but using the words “I love you” can stick in our throats.

I’m not talking about the people who say “I love you” each time they say goodbye, in person and on the phone. I think these rote words become diluted, if not meaningless over time. I’m talking about family members, siblings and parents, who have annoyed us for decades. They have also amused us, taught us, probably been there once or twice when we needed them.

And friends. How often do we take time out to tell them we love them? I try to every year at Christmas. Is that enough? What about friends of the opposite gender? The ones we worry will think we’re saying something more? If we dare, we make sure we clarify by saying, “Not in a Let’s Change the Course of Our Lives way, but in an I Appreciate Who You Are way.“

We can be hurt when they are also reluctant to reply in kind, forgetting that they may also worry about being misunderstood or feeling exposed.

Is our saying those words dependent on it being reciprocated? Are we brave enough to put ourselves out there? Is it easier to tell someone that we like who they are, as they are, or easier to say “I love you”?

I challenge you this season to tell three people you love them—one family member, one close friend, and someone you’ve never told before. Make them all people you wouldn’t normally express love to even though you do indeed love them. I’ll do the same.

Let me know how it went in the comments section. I’m interested to hear how they reacted and how you felt.

I was doing a reading for a woman in the United Arab Emirates recently. Her question was:

Shall I continue to have a loving and monogamous relationship with M?

I explained that I didn’t do yes/no questions and asked if I could reword it to

What does Catherine need to know about a continued loving and monogamous relationship with M?

She agreed and I pulled the cards. I have to say, it didn’t look too rosy.

The cards were: Page of Pentacles, The Moon, 5 of Pentacles, plus an oracle card, Expression

My interpretation was that she prefers things simple, honest and uncluttered. She does not like messy and complicated situations.

So what’s going on here? She wants to believe that everything’s ok. But whether she knew it or not, the relationship is a hot mess. And it looked like she was lying to herself about it. Continued loving relationship? That ship had sailed.

It was time for her to reflect on why she was staying with M. Time to question what was concealed. My gut told me that what was concealed was more “who” than “what” blowing the monogamous part of the question out of the water.

I saw that she was also hiding her authentic self, sacrificing it in an attempt to keep the relationship alive. Her restrictive fears were keeping her self-expression behind a veil.

When things are rough in a relationship, we have two choices: break up or remember the love and fight for it. She could work for their relationship, look for ways to bring more kindness and understanding to it. But I suspected it was past it’s best-used-by date.

Rewording the question and pulling the cards were easy. Now I had to tell her what they said. I decided not to sugar coat it, ending my reading with my standard “let me know if that resonates with you or if I’m completely out to lunch.”

She answered, “It resonates. It’s fine. Am over being sad. It is what it is and you can’t make someone change etc. Onwards and upwards.”

What turns up in the cards should never be a complete surprise. We know, or at least have an inkling, when something is off. She was hoping for love and monogamy with M but she’ll have to find it with someone else.

At the end, I addressed the Expression card, suggesting that she do something creative to help her find her true feelings and the best way to express them. She said, “I was learning guitar, so need to get into that again but he’s a musician lol.”

Yeah, probably not the best way to get over him.

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That’s an odd expression, isn’t it? I can’t get up on the wrong side because there’s a wall there, but it’s not “got up,” it’s “woke up.” And trying to figure out what the hell that means isn’t improving my mood any.

There’s nothing too wrong. The pandemic has stolen joy from all of us—vacations, celebrations, get-togethers that didn’t happen. It’s put a low level of stress on each day, so the small annoyances that creep into our days feel pricklier.

I’d like to think that with all the spiritual work I’ve done, that I have the tools to dispel a lousy mood. But when I’m feeling like this, I resist doing anything about it.

I could meditate. But my brain would probably be noisy and I’d just become one with everything that’s wrong.

How about a bath with Himalayan salt? How about I don’t have the energy to dry off again?

It’s a beautiful day. Maybe a walk in the fresh air. Maybe I don’t feel like looking for my walking shoes.

Count my blessings? Sure right after I make a to-do list and grumble that I’m the only one who does anything around here.

I know if I try to work with an affirmation, I’ll say it in a mocking voice. Very enlightened. (Not.)

I can tell myself “Don’t sweat the small stuff,” but I know it’s the small stuff that becomes the big stuff, so maybe it’s better to sweat it.

I wasn’t surprised when I drew the 4 of Roses, Views of the Ego, reversed, today. Reversed, this card talks about a self-serving person’s behavior coming to an end; realizing that some lack in our own definition of self has attracted this person who is unable to give.

When I’m in a mood like this, it feels like everyone around me is unable to give. But I can see that what I need to do is become more aware of my priorities and take action that honors myself. If I feel neglected or minimized, that’s my fault, no one else’s. Any time I feel lack, it is a reminder to see my eternal truth in that moment. If the most I can manage is to thank the Universe for reminding me I feel an absence of something, so be it. Some days that’s the best I can manage.

If I can shut up the whiny voice in my head, I might try saying, “Abundance is the condition of my life.” If I can’t feel that one, maybe try, “Every day in every way my joyous prosperity grows and grows.”

Or maybe order a cake for this surprise pity party, one that says, “There, there” in pink frosting.

Every Sunday I pull three cards to show the over-arching energy of the coming week. This week’s cards included the three of swords, a card that represents emotional pain, sorrow, grief, heartbreak, disappointment, loss.

Does that mean this pain is fated?

I believe it’s a warning rather than a certainty. The three of swords is telling me to watch my words and actions so that I keep myself from heartache. It’s also cautioning me to avoid hurting someone else.

But I’ll admit, it has me slightly spooked.

We all want beautiful messages from the cards: your wish will come true, your twin flame will soon find you, the man with the suitcase full of money is about to knock on your door.

But we came here to learn and learning doesn’t occur when life is all rainbows and unicorns.

When I was a freshman in college, living in the dorms, the woman who lived at the end of the hall came back from class on day sobbing. She had gotten an A- on a test. Her life was ruined, she claimed. Without a 4.0 grade point average, her chances of getting her dream job were nil. You can’t get back to 4.0 after you’ve gotten even one A-. She was in anguish.

Two months before this, I had been raped. I would have given anything to trade places with the person whose idea of a ruined life was an A-. The lesson I learned as I watched the A- take down a fellow student was that the worst thing you had experienced was the worst things you knew. I felt a certain compassion for her. And for myself. We were on different paths that required different experiences and opportunities for growth.

The three of swords is a card from the minor arcana, which means the pain will pass. The clouds will lift and you will regain your perspective. Have faith.

So, what will I do this week? I’ll take care that my words and actions don’t wound another. I’ll try to remember that any pain or disappointment that comes my way won’t last forever. And I’ll find compassion for another should the pain befall them.