My artist is a fairy Wearing combat boots. Taking to the air And landing firm footed Sprinkling magic Diving deep into the challenging, the human, the paradox. A hand on one hip and releasing glitter with the other, She whispers …what are you waiting for? poem and painting copyright Carol Woodliff.
“Your Dad is here and he wants me to tell you he doesn’t like your business cards!” the medium told me. Out of all the things my dad could travel through the veil to tell, the fact that he did not like my business cards was not what I was expecting to hear. However, this woman had already shared some information about my ailing mother from my grandmother that seemed on point so I decided to go with it. “What doesn’t he like?” I asked, thinking of my clever cards for my hypnosis practice that had a red-haired cartoon woman with a pendulum on them. “He says you are much more creative and spiritual than those cards. He is showing me the color pink”. I knew the woman had to be getting her wires crossed. I could NEVER see myself with pink cards. Then she shared something with me […]