Mites! Yikes! 3, 2, 1 - Gone!

OMG!  I contracted mites!  It has happened to me before, two other times.  But this time I was blessed with the right answer as to what to do.

Most of the time when humans get mites, it is considered scabies and you contract them through human contact.  There are two types of scabies.  One has the little buggers concentrated in between the fingers and sometimes the toes.  The other is more long term and leaves patches of gray crusty skin wherever the colonies concentrate.  But when I’ve gotten mites before, neither of those two descriptions matched my condition, nor did I get them from human contact.  I think I got them from birds.

Birds get mites really badly, so much so that certain swallows and finches have been know to line their nests with cigarette butts.  (For more on animals self-medicating, please see National Wildlife Federation, Winter 2025, Master Medicators.) This allows the nicotine, which was one of the first pesticides ever used in the United States, to reduce the mite infestations in their nests.  

In my research, I’ve come across horror stories of other people’s experience with mites that were similar to my own.  These mites often were not diagnosed as scabies and seemed to behave more like the mites that birds get infested with.  One man I read about was going on seven years of misery.  One woman wrote about her eighteen month old baby girl screaming in agony for weeks after her husband brought them home from work.  And it was she who posted the specific answer I was looking for, Hot Borax Baths.  

The first time I encountered these little buggers was when I was in my late teens and was helping a friend take care of her parent’s farm.  They had hundreds of chickens and ducks and had a coop with a low roof.  I went in there to clean it out and my bun, on top of my head, brushed the chicken wire, overhead, several times.  When I emerged from the pen, five or ten minutes later, I realized that I could feel the creepiest sensation of hundreds of invisible little beings moving down my neck and shoulders and onto my chest and back with little tiny nibbley bites.  

With a sense of panic, I alerted my friend and ran to the shower, grabbing a bottle of bleach on the way.  I stripped off my clothes in the shower and stuffed them into a plastic trash bag, to be thrown away.  Then I very carefully poured straight bleach over my head, hair and whole body.  I never would recommend that anyone do this.  But, that is what I did and it worked.  It happened so soon after infestation that they never got a chance to burrow deeply enough into my skin, and they all got fried.  It took about a half an hour of running water to rinse all of the bleach and dead mites off.

The second time I got infested with mites was decades later, out on our front lawn, under the trees.  I noticed a few little teeny tiny itchy spots, first on my legs, maybe three or four of them and didn’t think anything of it and went to bed.  The next day, there were a few more.  Soon after patches of twenty or fifty little bumps arose and I knew I was in some sort of trouble.  This time those buggers had already set up house-keeping under my skin.  

Over the weeks that followed, I started with aloe, progressed to herbal skin creams and essential oils, and wound up with prescription creams, all of which seemed to help for a day or two and then wound up much worse than before.  In the end, my husband and I move out of our house and into a hotel so we could run ozonators in all of the rooms of our home and kill every living thing in there.  We rented extra days and ozonated the hotel room after we were out, as well.  Wouldn’t want to pass this on to anyone else.

Meanwhile, I took a blow dryer to my skin and oh-so-painfully burnt the little buggers and their babies in the top layers of my skin.  This is another technique that worked, but again, like the bleach, I wouldn’t recommend it for anyone.  Neither the hot blow dryer nor bleach are good for the skin and both can be seriously dangerous.

But this time after gathering some pine cones under a tree, by the next day, I knew what was cooking.  I started right away with the prescription cream and again some improvement progressed rapidly into becoming much worse.  I gave my chiropractor friend a call, saying I was considering a prednisone shot because I was in so much misery and expecting it to get only worse, when she reminded me that in our age group bone loss is a serious concern and cortisone poses a serious risk of osteoporosis and subsequent fractures and surgeries etc.  She said to try Borax Baths for getting rid of mites.   

In the midst of all of this, my digestion went off as well.  My appetite dropped and I felt nauseous.  So, I also called a Naturopath friend of mine.  She brought by a homeopathic remedy called psorinum.  I started on that and looked on-line for borax baths for mites.  

Previously my on-line research for what to do for mites was woefully unhelpful.  The natural remedies were fairly ineffectual and the medical ones weren’t ideal either.  But when I added Borax Baths into the search for mite cures, I blessedly found one site with bunches of success stories.  One week and 15 loads of laundry and four hot borax baths later, I was mite free.  We sprayed the house, car and all of our furniture down with three tablespoons of borax, diluted in three cups of hot water, with three tablespoons of three percent hydrogen peroxide.  We stripped our bedding and hot borax washed it with all of our clothes every day using one half cup of borax along with our usual laundry soap.  We also put the ozonator in the car for four hours.  And we put our shoes in the freezer overnight.  After taking our baths as hot as we could stand them for thirty minutes using three cups of borax, with two cups of three percent hydrogen peroxide and one cup of epsom salts, (3,2,1,) we air dried instead of towel drying to let a little of the solution remain on our skin.  And, blessedly, it all worked.

Should you, or any one you know, ever be so unlucky as to contract mites, may these Twenty Mule Team Borax rescue remedies help you as well as they have helped me.

Josephine Laing
© 2025

As a Clairvoyant Healer, Spiritual Counselor and Intuition Instructor, I share many tips for leading a healthy and fulfilling life.  Please be advised that I am not a doctor.  Nor am I licensed in any healing modality.  However, I have had years of experience in alternative and complementary health and healing.  All healing programs, including standard western medical protocols in addition to natural therapies, can cause harm rather than the benefit that you may be searching for.  After all some people can have a strong reaction to something as seemingly innocent as peanuts or strawberries.  Therefore, anything that I may recommend in these blogs and in my videos could be dangerous for you to try.  So, it is important that you Ask Your Doctor First before trying any natural healing protocol.  However, most medical doctors have little experience regarding natural healing programs and herbal medicine.  So please understand if your doctor is unfamiliar with these ideas.

Oneness and Wonder

Wow!  What’s That ! ? !

We’ve all had such a moment.  Hopefully many of them.  Hopefully nearly every day.  Frank and I just had one yesterday.

We were standing in the kitchen and by some trick of the afternoon light, the wall under the desk, in the office, right below the closed shutters, looked like it was iridescent or had suddenly turned into an awakening computer screen, only much deeper and imperceptible in it’s nature.  We were both startled and felt compelled to walk toward it to get a better look.  It was so weird and surprising.  We wondered, ‘How could such a thing be?’

As we walked closer, we could see that it was just the wall, with the usual cords and whatnot draped down from behind the desk, and somehow the bright afternoon light reflected off the back of the shutters or the back of my old metal computer monitor, or something, was illuminating the wall in a way that either hadn’t ever happened before, or that we simply hadn’t ever noticed before.  The moment passed.  We brushed it off, still a little surprised, as ‘just the wall.’  Then we left it and went about our business.

The interesting thing to me, in hindsight, was how it stopped us both.  It caught our eye, gave us pause, knocked us right out of our thoughts and activities and drove us into action, in this case, the need to investigate.  We both jumped right into the present moment with an excited curiosity, almost a touch of fear and an alluring love at the same time.  

These are the qualities of awe and wonder.  And when we get there, we step right into the right hemisphere of our brains.  Time is replaced by a sense of flow in the present moment.  There is a pause, we open our mouths and our eyes.  We listen.  The surprise that we feel at the same time demands a moment of recalibration as we consider the newness and the allure.  We loose a sense of self and feel called forth into action or response, the need to do something.  All at once we suddenly tap into a flood of possibilities, new ideas, creative potential and a feeling of healing or well being.  All of this, all at the same time.  

In wonder, we also find a locked in unity, a sense of togetherness or oneness.  When Frank and I saw that light, we both experienced the same body movements, a lifting of the head and chest, a dropping of the jaw, then a peering closer, focusing on the same point, listening, then moving forward, both of our minds and our sense of consciousness, open and as one.  We were moved to respond.

Fascinated and fascinating.  A widened perspective.

Babies and small children experience this sort of state on a regular basis.  It is part of everyday life.  Everything is new and calls out for our attention.  Everything invites us to wonder, to try to figure it out, to open to all the possibilities that could possibly be in play.  “How does that fly fly?”  “Wow!  Look at the shadows of the leaves playing on the sidewalk in the sun.”  This is where art dwells, imagination, creative flow, discovery, the unified whole.  And it’s all imbued with a sense of love.

As infants, with mommy or daddy near, we feel safe and protected. (Given the natural parent/child bonding experience.)  Our parents even join us in our surprise and delight, as the world of exploration opens before us, reliving for themselves the joy of discovery and the love that we all share.

When we bask in this state, we slip ease-fully into Divine Placement in the grander scheme of all things.  Our ego or sense of individuality falls away and we enter the flow of oneness.  All is right with the world, everything is possible and it’s all moving toward love.   In the pause of awe, we become free.  We open our hearts and minds and become one with everything.  Just like any other creative moment, be it singing or dancing, playing music or painting, splashing in the waves, digging in the sand, or stringing beads, we feel ourselves fitting nicely into the whole of the greater totality of being.  And, at the same time find ourselves gratefully opening to the unlimited potential and the wider perspective that dwells there, amongst all possibilities.  

So, let’s remember Oneness and Wonder.  Let's let ourselves be caught more often, even daily, if we can, by the jaw dropping beauty and mystery that surround us in every moment of every day.  Let’s not brush it off as something nameable or explainable.  Let’s be baffled for a moment before things start to come clear.  Let’s twirl in the miraculous wonder of it all and move together toward greater healing and love, where new ideas and creative solutions pop up in front of us, coming seemingly right out of nowhere.

 

Josephine Laing
© 2024

Envision What You'd Like to See

 

Fear is such a strong emotion.  It can have a very high volume.  And it can almost act like a vortex, drawing to us what we don’t want to have happen.  One of my spiritual teachers once said to me that it is important not to imagine destruction.  

Our minds are very creative and they can also direct the focus of our lives.  ‘Is the glass half empty, or is the glass half full?’  Where we hold our thoughts creates our perspective of reality.  If we think the world is terrible and going to hell, then it is.  If we think the world is beautiful and people are pretty nice, then they are.

Sure, there are stinker moments, and stinker people too, but we don't have to dwell there.  We can shift our focus and choose to see what is good and right and true, and then place our minds in a new direction and take that new path.

I feel that there is a big difference between judgement and discernment.  Judgement holds us, and others, in a particular pattern.  Discernment lets us decide what works for us and it shows us where we’d like to go.  Discernment also helps us to let go.  We no longer have to strive against the other.  We can simply let them be and direct our energies, instead, onto our own path.  And the others will either change on their own and join us, or simply fall away.

It’s a lot less stressful, really, when we follow our inspirations and go where we feel called.  So, let’s all envision what we’d like to see and then head in that direction.  My bet is that we’ll all end up with what we’d really love.  Our joy, after all, holds an equally loud volume, and it calls out to those around us to join us in the fun.  

 

Orchid Photo by Aleta Arthur

A Century of Friends

Spending time with people of different age groups can be so insightful and enlightening.  When they are older than us, they can reach out a helping hand to guide us into our future decades.  They help us with not only their hard earned wisdoms, but also with examples of their successes and their challenges.  When they are younger than we are, they can remind us of our more youthful goals and ideals and even help us to remember how to have fun and to play.

Frank and I had a delightful 4th of July.  We hosted a simple afternoon garden party, a potluck, with just a few neighbors, friends and family.  In hindsight I realized, that in our guests, we had quite a nice representation of nearly a one hundred year span of time.  Let me introduce them to you now.

Over the years, we’ve grown quite close to our next door neighbor, Dorothy.  She grew up in the South and has many a tale to tell about situations she has encountered in her lifetime, like being one of only a very few women and the only black woman in her classes at teachers college.  Not too long ago, her doctor talked her into getting the shingles shot, as a preventative measure.  The next morning she woke up blind and in terrible pain with shingles in her eyes.  After several years, a corneal transplant has returned her vision, in part, to one eye.  She, Frank  and I meet out on the front lawn, several times a week to enjoy our eye exercises together.  We take a zoom class taught by “Your eye wellness guy,” Richard Miller, to naturally improve our vision and prevent visual decline. 

We have a little rental in the back and our tenant, Hugh, has become a lovely friend.  He made Lasagna, in a toaster oven, with only one cooktop to brown the meats, heat the sauce and boil the noodles.  It was a mastery of planning and timing to have the dish ready right on the spot at twelve o’clock.  

A few decades ago, Frank and I experienced eighteen deaths in twenty-four months.  It was a crash course in grief and at times we were totally overwhelmed.  I turned to Cal Poly, our local university for help.  They have a student job service to help connect community members who need a little help with students who are looking for a little work.  So, into our lives waltzed Loretta Joy Hartwell.  Just her name alone gives a pretty good picture of who she is.  She actually skipped out to her car after we completed our initial interview.  And that was the start of a life long friendship.  I consider her to be my adopted daughter.  She has had the good fortune to meet and marry her own true love, Ross.  And they now have two beautiful daughters, Bea and Gigi.  I was deeply blessed with the honor of being present for both of their births.  

Our nephew, Brett, came to school here at Cal Poly, just about twenty years ago.  And fortunately for us, and just like us, he decided to stay.  Now, his life has been graced with Lauren.  And she has graced all of ours with her warm connection and deep understanding.  Both of them have jumped right into our community spreading their love and sharing guidance with the wisdoms of their young years.

Darling, I call “Darling,” because that is actually her last name, and a perfect fit.  She and I met fresh out of college having both been accepted for the same job.  Standing out front at the Agricultural Commissioner’s Office, we learned later, that there were two positions being filled for Inspector Biologists.  At the end of the day, I suggested that we meet for a beer.  But, since neither of us were that crazy about beer, we went to her house instead and ate mushrooms, that she had grown herself, sautéed in butter.  Then I laid on her hardwood floor, under her grand piano, while she played Chopin, the Nocturne in E Flat Major.

Einar floated gently into our lives at a time when I thought I might not survive my thirties.  A tall Swede, and a technical master, he was overseeing the recordings of my soon-to-become spiritual mentor’s channeling sessions.  Jana Massey, who has since passed on, used to come through our town every few months and brought us “messages from spirit.”  Einar, Frank and I grew to love and cherish each other from that beginning and now, we chat or see each other almost everyday.  He is our main go-to-man for all things technical and the number one person I turn to for wise counsel during spiritual emergencies.  

Dorothy and Einar chatted for quite a while on the fourth.  Frank made fish tacos, the best that Ross had ever tasted.  And I served my famous vinegar drink: ice cold sparkling water with a dash of Bragg’s raw apple cider vinegar, a splash of vanilla, a few drops of orange extract and one drop of stevia.  Yum!  

The two girls and I dined on the little benches around the bird bath and then up on the deck for desert, homemade, neighborhood grown, fresh baked apricot pie.  Einar provided the half gallon of vanilla Häagen-Dazs.  “Soul food,” he calls it.  We had salads, fresh fruit and sauces and we even went up in the attic, to look at the puzzles and try on some Halloween costumes and plan our next tea party, with Lauren, up there.  

Then it was on to fireworks.  We started with my favorite, Dancing Ground Flowers.  The girls, Hugh and I had to wait for any passing cars and then huddled tightly together in the middle of the street until lit match successfully touched fuse.  And then we’d drop it, get away! and watch the show.  Ross and Brett both missed this as the lure of our twin reclining easy chairs called out to them to rest and digest.  They delighted in the invitation to a tiny little nap, followed by just another tiny little snack from the potluck table before joining the rest of us again for games on the lawn.

Thanks to Frank, the lawn was in perfect condition for a casual version of Boccee Ball.  After watching a round or two, even Dorothy joined in.  Having always been very athletic before her blindness, she set the standard and demonstrated a technique for double handed holds that we all started to use in the next game we played.  

Brett and Lauren not only supplied the fireworks, but they also brought a new to us but ancient game called Kubb.  I guess the Vikings used to play it.  Kubb is a game of skill and strategy, that has been likened to chess.  And like so many fun times, it involves throwing little sticks at bigger sticks and is perfect for groups that like to play on lawns.

We finished off the day writing our names with sparklers and burning “snakes,” those funny growing ash tendrils that get longer and longer after being lit.  And because of that ‘potluck principle of abundance,’ everyone took home leftovers: salad, tacos and pieces of pie for later.

It occurred to me this morning, while thinking back on the day, that this lovely little garden party with it’s many pretty tables and small bouquets of flowers was graced with someone from almost every decade of life.  Little Gigi, age eight, was under ten.  Bea, just ten, covered ten to twenty.  Hugh at twenty-five, filled the twenty to thirty spot.  Loretta and Lauren, thirty to forty.  Ross and Brett, forty to fifty.  Here we skip a decade, fifty to sixty.  But Frank and I, rising not quite yet to seventy, filled the sixty to seventy year span.  Dorothy covered seventy to eighty.  And Einar, at ninety-two, filled the ninety to one hundred decade.  As Frank said, “It was a Century of Friends.”  

Just before the final guests departed, Hugh, who had already returned to his studio, began to play the flute.  He is quite accomplished.  And like Darling, he has a Powell.   They have a gold lining which brings a warm and round tone.  We all quietly stepped out on the patio to listen as the sweet and lovely notes floated all around us, curling overhead on the air.  

Thanks for joining in with us.  How rich to live a life with so many friends of such a broad range of ages.  What a beautiful life it is and what simple pleasures we’ve all now shared together.

 

Josephine Laing
© 2024

Healing My Feet

 

 

Over the years, I’ve had various problems with my feet.  Some of the time, some have guessed plantar fasciitis.  Some of the time, some have guessed neuropathy.  Other times it has just felt like I’ve pulled a muscle in my heel.  In either case the end result has mostly been the same, it hurts.  And that has affected my desire to not stand very long and to not do a lot of walking.  

With each of these dilemmas, I’ve found a variety of ways to alleviate the pain.  Early on, just stopping eating bread stopped the discomfort I had felt as my feet first touched the floor in the morning.  What a relief that was.  And after about a year of no bread or wheat flour products, I was able to reintroduce these into my diet sparingly, like once or twice a week, or less, without any noticeable foot repercussions.

Another time I spent about fifteen minutes a day, gently coaxing the internal padding cells from the bottoms of my heels back into their proper place.  Apparently they had moved up to the sides of my foot and no longer offered cushioning to the balls of my heels.  Using my finger tips and my imagination to pull them back into place, incrementally and one at a time, I reconstructed that nice soft cushion under my heels.  I did this every day at the park, seated on the lawn, while my husband threw the ball for our dog.  It was fun to watch them play and it felt great to sit right down on the grass and tend to my self care.  Within a month or two the problem was resolved and my heel pads were restored.

Once I went to a podiatrist who said that I could have a surgery down below the base of my big toe that would straighten out that toe and potentially stop it from hurting and being crooked.  But, blessedly, I found an honest-to-God cobbler who made me beautifully hand crafted home-made leather shoes.  With these my big toes had room to point straight ahead, as nature had originally intended, rather than being forced to bend to the rounded or pointy tip that almost all women’s shoes have.  This is the style our feet have commonly been subjected to since childhood.  In about the same amount of time it would have taken to have and heal from the surgery, my big toes naturally just spread out in those soft roomy shoes and found their way to point straight ahead, all on their own.  End of problem.  And no more pointy shoes for me, thank you very much.

There have been a few times where I stood in an awkward position, perhaps on a slope, with my foot at an odd angle, and felt a little muscle deep in my heel or elsewhere in my foot give way, like a sprain or a strain.  It took me a while to realize that swimming, once or twice a week, would always strengthen the muscles in my feet and clear out the inflammation and resolve that discomfort nicely and often very quickly.

I find physical therapy (P.T.) to be one of the marvels of modern life.  I’m not too crazy about the more recent insurance modeled gymnasium version of the P.T. industry.  With the thumpa-ta, thumpa-ta ‘music’ blaring in the background and the raised voices and abrupt treatment that that environ condones, it has lost a lot of its sense of personal caring.  But still, keeping the body strong and mobile is one of the best ways that I know of to both prevent and quickly heal from any number of injuries, conditions or aches and pains.

Recently I’ve had the good fortune of being introduced to the bean box by my sweet and wonderful new niece, who is a Doctor of P.T.  The bean box is for healing feet.  You know those ‘Banker’s Boxes; they are about a foot wide, fifteen inches long and ten inches tall with holes for handles and a good snug fitting lid.  Well, you get one of those and fill it with ten pounds of dried beans.  I filled mine with pinto beans, cannellini beans and kidney beans.  Bigger beans are better because they are less likely to get stuck between your toes.  And ten pounds is just right, not too heavy to lift and plenty of beans to plunge your feet into.  And that alone feels soooo great!  

So, in the feet go and then leaving your heels still, you sweep together a mini mountain of beans with the front half of your feet.  Do this for a few minutes and then tear those mountains down by sweeping the beans apart.  Then do a similar thing with the toes remaining still and the heels doing the building and then tearing down those mini mountains.  You can also orient the box lengthwise and let your feet do cat paws, reaching for and pushing away the beans.  And the beans feel great flowing over and under your feet.  Of course, you always want to check to be sure there are no beans lingering between your toes afterward, and the box top makes the whole apparatus nice for storage.  I even decorated my bean box.  It’s a really fun set of exercises to do and just like swimming, (except that it only takes about five or ten minutes a day,) it keeps my feet nice and strong and fit, ready to do whatever I want to do.

And, as well, I still enjoy giving my feet a nice massage every night in bed just before I fall asleep, thanking them for all of the good work they’ve done that day.  I do my legs too.  I’s nice to thank our bodies and a little TLC (tender loving care) is always appreciated and feels so good.  Maybe your feet and arms and legs would like for you to do the same.  Give it a try.  You might just like it.  I sure do.



Josephine Laing
© 2024

As a Clairvoyant Healer, Spiritual Counselor and Intuition Instructor, I share many tips for leading a healthy and fulfilling life.  Please be advised that I am not a doctor. Nor am I licensed in any healing modality. However, I have had years of experience in alternative and complementary health and healing. All healing programs, including standard western medical protocols in addition to natural therapies, can cause harm rather than the benefit that you may be searching for. After all some people can have a strong reaction to something as seemingly innocent as peanuts or strawberries. Therefore, anything that I may recommend in these blogs and in my videos could be dangerous for you to try. So, it is important that you Ask Your Doctor First before trying any natural healing protocol. However, most medical doctors have little experience regarding natural healing programs and herbal medicine. So please understand if your doctor is unfamiliar with these ideas.

Good Fortune

     

 

My husband Frank makes beautiful glass, both art and architectural works.  Not too long ago, he made this door with black glass undulating beneath the Chinese characters for happiness, blessings, and good fortune.  I came across this photo of it recently and it reminded me of all of the good fortunes that I have received, not only in my life, but also in Chinese restaurants over the years as I have enjoyed their delicious fare.

Being as spring is upon us and as it brings its promise of renewal and the good fortune and bounty of summer ahead, I thought I’d take this opportunity to share with you some of the good fortunes that I have collected and saved from the many fortune cookies that have blessed my dining table and my life.  I share them with you now, like affirmations to brighten your day as they have continued to brighten mine.  

Let yourself think of these like a waterfall of blessings showering over, around and through you.  And, as a little experiment, let yourself believe each one.  

You are always welcome in any gathering.
You have an ability to sense and know higher truth.
You should be able to make money and hold on to it.
You enjoy giving gifts of yourself to others.  You will be rewarded.
You are going to have a very comfortable old age.
Consider gain and loss, but never be greedy and everything will be all right.
Things are not always what they seem.
You have a captivating style all your own.
Elegant surroundings will soon be yours.
You will inherit a large sum of money.
Your energy is at its peak.  Channel it into fun activities.
You will be showered with good luck.
You will spend many years in material wealth.
Your love life will be happy and harmonious.
Your air of confidence naturally draws others to you.
The star of happiness is shining on you.

May we all be renewed with the love and joy for life that spring so often brings.

Josephine Laing
© 2024

Cast Adrift

 

Cast Adrift.  That's how we feel sometimes.  It's as if we don't know where we are going, or even why.  But often the soup just has to cook.  Time spent not knowing, just simmering has proven, in the past, for me, to be extremely beneficial.

The clouds of not knowing can settle down around us with a damp chill, closing in about our bodies and minds, leaving us feeling directionless, purposeless.  Sometimes, it's illness, sometimes it's financial devastation.  It can be social or environmental injustice, or simply a lack of connection with others and their support.  But if we hang in there, give it a little time, and our consideration, let the flavors, ideas and feelings meld together, our way forward gradually comes clear. 

I like to use affirmations and gratitude practices during those darker days to help me keep hope and trust alive.  All of the spiritual practices that we have learned can give us some direction.  Prayer, mantras, along with inspirational stories, poetry, music and art, these are the tools I turn to, to help me find the light ahead.

I remember years ago, while I was healing from a major injury, wondering day-after-day, why this devastating thing had happened to me.  What was to become of my life after so many changes had occurred, flipping everything I trusted and knew on its head?  I had gotten a degree in horticulture, had been running my own landscape business, had employees, had just bought a home and was planning to remodel and then everything stopped. I had to let the business go.  My financial situation shifted drastically.  I became sincerely dependent with no guarantee that I'd ever recover.

In that dim light of life, with the heat turned way down low, I simmered and grabbed what ingredients I could and tossed them into the stew pot of my days.  Meditation, dream-work, time spent musing quietly, alone with my thoughts, taking what small steps I could to help restore my peace of mind and my physicality.  It can be a slow process marinating in transformation.  The egg in the nest takes time to change and open.  The seed doesn't sprout overnight.  Dismal news can come.  We just have to let it go and keep focusing on the next one or two possible steps that we can see for the way ahead.

Peace Pilgrim used to say, "Stay in the present moment.  Do what needs to be done.  Do all of the good you can each day.  And the future will unfold."  This is a lovely prescription for finding one's way.  It has helped me greatly over the years.  It's the little steps that matter.  One at a time.  There is no rush.  It's a long life, and from my perspective, there are plenty of them.  So, we don't need to hurry.  We can take our time and go slow.

So, there I was, all those years ago, stuck in bed, doing next to nothing except visiting my chiropractor once a week, and slowly, incrementally, finding my balance again.  And that's when my empathy, my clairvoyance, my ability to see and know what was going on in the health and well being of others, started to emerge.  It certainly wasn't anything I had expected to have happen.  I had guided the ship of my life in a totally different direction.  But there it was, arising quietly and consistently from within me.  It took a process of many years to refine and smooth off the rough edges of my psychic skills.  But, as sure as the lady bug transforms from the larvae, a new me emerged.  When we trust ourselves and let our lives flow, riding the hills and valleys as gracefully as we can, our path eventually comes clear.

I remember hearing the story of a young man in Great Britain who had gotten off on 'a wrong foot,' and began his early adulthood stealing things.  He wound up in jail, got out, took on a small job that at first he didn't know how to do, but learned.  Then he found himself helping others, newly out of prison, in finding work and learning how to do those small jobs as well.  In time he had founded a nationwide service providing support for others who had walked a similar path and his purpose in life was revealed.  

We never know where these roads will take us, but if we hang in there, and do what we can to stay present and work daily to hold our heads above water, and help others whenever we can, the way before us will unfold.  We find that we were never really cast adrift, we just needed an unexpected course correction, to set us on the good and right road that was always before us.  From there we can look back, at the end of our lives, and see that the way was really always clear.  We just needed to simmer a little, let all of the ingredients meld and blend and create the true sustenance of our beings.

So, hang in there.  Trust yourself and the Universe.  Stay in the moment.  Stay the course and expect the best.  A deeper part of you already knows the way.  We just need to let it all gradually and gratefully unfold before us.

I will leave you with a little haiku-like poem that I wrote years ago.  It came to me after I awoke from a dream where I saw three of my footsteps in front of me, in a forest, in the deep snow.  Just three footprints.  On a clear bright sunny winter's day.

My feet are always falling - steadfastly - on my path before me.

© Josephine Laing 2024