The Murphy Boys

Oct.01
2

Rebirth. I am meant to be brilliant. I am meant to shine.

Posted by in My journey, Soul

I just found this journal entry from two years ago. It’s beautiful and perfect. And…I’m definitely still learning this lesson. A caterpillar must feel like it’s dying. Ayrie and I had a monarch caterpillar once and watching it, I certainly thought it was dying. It stopped eating, turned a strange, sickly, dull color and became lethargic.  And then the period of darkness came. It built that cocoon so tightly around it’s body. No where to run. No way to escape the pain of transformation, the shedding of what was, the…read more

Sep.30
3

Unleashing my joy, my creativity, my truth

Posted by in My journey

A few months ago I did a reading with Sonia Choquette. I’ve read several of her books and was very nervous about the phone call. I managed to call her late and unprepared, scribbling notes on scrap paper in a gold marker. I’ve moved the scraps of paper from place to place, always promising to revisit them, to devote time and attention to the meaning. This post is my pulling together of the ideas so I can see them in one place and begin to reflect. About me…. I am…read more

Sep.29
1

eagles & bobcats

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Those of you who know me or follow me on facebook know that Ayrie means “a large nest of a bird of prey, especially an eagle, typically built high in a tree or on a cliff.” And since he died I have received so many messages from him through eagles. Sometimes just to say “Hi, I’m here.” Or to say, “You’re on the right track. Continue with this line of thinking.” Other people get visits from him too like these facebook posts from loved ones: This afternoon, we all picked…read more

Oct.02
2

balance

Posted by in Ayrie, My journey

I have written so many times about balance, right? Well, this is one of the times that I think I did it! So just a quick post to celebrate. This weekend marked two years since Ayrie’s passing. And I will tell you that it feels more like two months. It is raw and painful. Rarely does an hour pass that I don’t think about Ayrie. about how he should be here, how part of me… the very essence of me and Shiya and our family…is gone. So rather than stay…read more