The Murphy Boys

I am taking a class this semester called ‘Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction (MBSR)’.  It’s a technique developed in the 1970’s by Jon Kabat-Zinn at the University of Massachusetts.  A quick google search will reveal how powerful MBSR can be for people, sometimes changing brain physiology in eight short weeks. One of the requirements of this class is that I meditate 30 minutes a day for at least 5 days a week.  Some people meditate much more than this each day but as someone who used to have trouble being silent for…read more

“It is always with excitement that I wake up in the morning wondering what my intuition will toss up to me, like gifts from the sea. I work with it and rely on it. It’s my partner.” (Thanks, Christine, for sharing this with me!) As I become better and better at listening to my intuition it’s amazing.  I think there’s a lot we chalk up to coincidence that is actually a result of us listening to our intuition without even being aware that we are doing so.  The other morning I needed…read more

It was amazing! “How did you know?” I asked Shiya in disbelief. “How did you know it would be so beautiful inside?” He, of course, shrugged nonchalantly.

Last night was’t quite the full moon, it was the night after the full moon… but it looked full and the night was perfectly clear (hence the -20 degree weather). For some reason Shiya wanted to look out the window before going to bed.  I can’t actually remember him insisting on this before.  He gasped when he saw the moon and then told me “Look, there’s Ayrie right below the moon.”  We looked at it together and then he decided that he wanted to go outside to see it.  (Really?…read more

Dear friend, Talking to you yesterday shifted something in me.   I cried harder than i have cried since the first week ayrie died because I realized that i killed him, that i should have moved to boston but i didn’t because i knew that it would be hard.  So i didn’t move to boston and buried the part of me that told me that moving was something I must do to keep Ayrie alive.  I held onto a hope that in my deepest depths knew was an impossible hope, that…read more

Okay, I confess.  I am deeper in this than I ever thought I would be and it’s amazing  Unbeknownst to most of my friends and family (who would think I’m crazy) I  have been doing energy work with someone in Tucson…he’s the partner of someone I knew more than 5 years ago and he’s amazing.  So I am not going to write much here because it’s confusing to me and I am once again at a loss for words. But I told him how I sometimes have been seeing this…read more

I just started a page with my dreams and intuitions.  I am not going to put everything as a post because I don’t think everyone wants to read about my dreams and intuitions!  The dreams are things that I have when I am sleeping and the intuitions are the visions or messages that I get when I am awake.  Some days I have lots of them, and some days I have none.  But I am working on my listening skills.  The page is here but you can also find it…read more

Today i was at the post office and the woman in front of me had recently become homeless and needed to put her mail on hold.  she was having trouble submitting the necessary form because she didn’t have an address or phone number.  After she finished her frustrating conversation (she was very articulate and full of grace), I discreetly pulled her aside.  I shared with her how she could go to the library to get on a free computer and sign up for gmail and a google voice phone number….read more

Shiya was running to close to the road and I yelled loudly at him to stop.  He said, “What mom?  I’m just walking on the walking walk!”  ( I think a walking walk is a sidewalk). Shiya saw a sanitary napkin in the bathroom and asked, “Is that an ipad?”

This year was heartbreaking. I almost don’t want the new year to come because it somehow puts Ayrie more in the past.  I can’t stand the thought of space between me and Ayrie.  I am sitting alone in my house with calm music, candles lit and a photo of my beautiful ayrie among the lights and plants.  He feels so far away.  My memories of him are already indistinct.  More feelings and impressions and flashes than complete memories. There are posts all over facebook.  New babies,  new relationships, new beginings,…read more