“It Was Time For That To End”


He said.

She said.

They said.

Everybody scrambles to put together their memories of how it all went down.

Did I remember it all correctly?

If you listen to the other version you wonder if you both shared the same time and space at all!

And then there is a voice of reason.

“It sounds like it was time for that to end.”


Not an exclamation.

Just a statement.

A statement of truth.

And as my mind tends to wander back into history to sort things out,

to gain clarity,

to understand…

The only thing that requires understanding is…

“It Was Time For That To End.”




Providence…and Hurricane Matthew


I’ve felt this fear before.

It’s hard to tell if it is the fear of the people,

or the voice of my soul forewarning of impending disaster.

The force of the storm grows in intensity

and the level of fear rises right along with it.

Cars stacked along the highway waiting for pumps…

that no longer pump.

No fuel for those who waited,

no bottled water to be found for miles.

Hard to prepare when

everybody prepares at once.

I know better now how to handle my energy

so I stay calm and plan to weather the storm

holed up in my little condo,

knowing the sounds

and the windows breathing…

in and out…

will wear down my patience

to the point that I just can’t take

one minute longer!

But before that can happen

Matthew jogs west

and the order for

a mandatory evacuation

is issued.

But where can we go?

Fear rises in my throat

and I immediately question

my decision to stay calm for so long!

Did my newfound sense of peace and love

leave me stranded and completely


in the face of

a Cat 4 Hurricane?


Hello my friends.  It’s hard for me to write this as I watch the news and see how Haiti was obliterated by Hurricane Matthew.  He is moving up the coast and destroying all he comes in contact with.  I don’t know how these things are decided, a little jog to the east or west and some are spared…and some are not!

I have many feeling to deal with.  We waited so long to evacuate, it was almost too late.  You stay glued to the television watching a monster of a storm slowly get closer.  You look outside and it seems surreal because “The calm before the storm” doesn’t give you any indication of the fury that is about to be unleashed.

I am full of BLESSITUDE.  My family and friends all survived with minimal damage.  The storm took a little turn to the east which kept the eye wall from making landfall on us.  So many others were not as blessed and it makes me cry, huge tears from my heart.  It hurts so much I don’t know where to place these feelings.

Friday was a fog.  My body moved as I put my home back together.  When you evacuate and you look at what to pack you get a better sense of what is important to you.  The rest you leave behind and your mind works overtime as you try to secure them in ways that they might be protected, all the while trying to ignore the thought that a Cat 4 making a direct hit this close to the ocean I love, could mean there would be NOTHING LEFT!

I gently returned each belonging to its proper place as tears full of prayers dropped for those who did not have the same outcome.












On the water’s beauty

frolicking in the waves

jumping over imaginary hoops made of crystal

dear mammals of peace, love, and harmony

an escort to the joyful side of life

a symbol of protection

through my resurrection

a life examined

and idolized

I dig deep to my inner strength

and I bow in Grace

for the surprise visit

and the message that ALL

is exactly as it should be.




Hi friends!  I drew this Zentangle”esque” picture to commemorate a super special day I had this summer.  My dear sister was in town we had not seen each other in a year.  We went to the boardwalk for a stroll and when we were done we sat on a bench and looked out to the ocean.

I grew up going to this beach and spent many a summer day looking out on this sea.  I had NEVER seen a dolphin here before.  On this special day, a day that was filled with much love and laughter (and let me tell you when the two of us start laughing you can hear us for miles!!) we saw a pod of dolphins frolicking in the sun…and we knew we were blessed!

I dedicate this post to my sister!  I love you so much and I thank you for being the beautiful person you are…God made us sisters and I am so grateful we are FRIENDS!!❤❤

I decided to include another photo of the drawing.  I almost think I liked it better at this stage.  As in life, I sometimes go overboard ;)  I’m happy I took photos at various stages because I was able to capture it before my pens went to town.


Also just a little aside, this is my 300th post here on my blog!  I know it is not a lot compared to some, but I am amazed I have posted 300 times.  The reason it is easy, and something I love, is because of you guys!  Thank you for enriching my life…BLESSITUDE❤❤

The Things I Take For Granted


His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning.

Better than any wrapped present under a tree,

the rolling ocean, on a gray day,

looked thirteen shades of green

against a back drop of

deep purple clouds full of rain.


He was not child,

perhaps a man in middle age

and his excitement at seeing

something he had never seen in his entire life

had a child-like vulnerability

that was easy to fall into.


Strangers connected in nature’s beauty and wonder,

humans offering love

in a heart-shaped stone

passed on for remembrance.


The hard and the soft,

the remembered and the forgotten,

the future and the past,

all captured in a moment.

A Yellow Feather fell into my life!


I don’t think that I have ever thought about how many people in the world have never seen the ocean.  Thinking about it now I see that it may be possible that there are more people who have never seen it than people who have!  The things I take for granted!

I’ll never forget this chance meeting and the sharing of our souls in that moment.  And I will always love how the universe offers us gifts when we least expect it.

The perfectly heart-shaped stone that seemed to be surrounded in light, caught my eye as I walked on the beach that morning.  I walked past it because it didn’t measure up to the “incredible shell” status I have limited my beach finds to, as I have limited space in which to display them.

But then I heard a voice from my chest area (the place I know I should pay attention to) and it said, “But it’s a perfect HEART!”  Obediently, with full agreement, I turned and walked the three steps back to the stone, just as a wave was coming; possibly to take it back to the depths of the sea, never to be seen again.

I set the stone on the railing as I turned to wash the sand off my feet.  That is when I met the two gentlemen.  The one man couldn’t wait to tell us that this was the first time his friend had ever seen the ocean!

I was so excited to be able to share this experience with them.  I took their photos and tried to sum up the power of the sea and what it means to me.  I heard myself say, “It speaks to my soul.  And when I am here I can hear my soul speak to me, the connection is so clear.  There is healing power here…”

We turned to leave and when I was about three steps away I heard the voice of my soul say, “Wait!  You forgot your heart of stone!”

I promptly turned and grabbed it off the railing and immediately walked to the man and handed the heart to him.  There was a brief second where both our hands were connected by the heart, which directly connected our souls!  No words were spoken, but everything was said…

I thanked God for this very special meeting as tears welled up and gently slid down my face.  I AM Blessitude that my awareness is so open, and my connection to my soul continues to strengthen.

My dear friends, the gift of this moment was greater than any wrapped present under the tree!




(Oh…the image is mine!)

Have I Been Wrong?

Can it be that I have had it all wrong?

Is it possible that the damaged soul

I have been trying to HEAL

Is not so damaged after all?



Perhaps it bends

and flows

with the life force I feed it



Maybe it adjusts illumination

depending on how much light I allow in



Is it possible the frayed edges are so

because the strong hold of good

has defended its place?



I think it’s time

that my thoughts live up to

the heart of my soul,

which beats clear,





I send you a blessing that the inner guidance from your soul may be heard, and that it leads you on the journey of reacquainting with your mind.

May what you look at and now SEE, be in tune with your soul’s purpose.




I Can’t Believe I AM Five Years Old!


Author unknown, Art (c) LorrieBowden.com

I have heard this poem for as long as I can remember. The Momma used to recite it, whenever someone or something turned 5 years old.  She memorized the poem from a birthday card that she received when she turned 5.  When I thought about this post, of course it jumped into my head!

I can’t believe I am five years old! It seems like yesterday that I started the weekend of my spiritual growth at Edgar Cayce’s A.R.E. (Association of Research and Enlightenment.)

That weekend saw my heart open and some pretty amazing energy that I will never forget.

I was part of a group dream experience that was incredible. Nine strangers made a vow to dream for one woman who had a problem.  When the group assembled (randomly) the next day our dreams told a story in perfect order, which could only have been Divine intervention!  I still get goosebumps when I think of it!

I sat in a restaurant as the ground underneath us undulated…up…down…up…down. My first thought was we were near a military base and they must have been doing bomb exercises in the ocean.  Then I found out that it was an earthquake!!  On the east coast??

Without fear, we drove through tunnels and over bridges to our next destination (immediately after the earthquake!) Little did I know that we drove to within 8 miles of the epicenter.  But it was my 50th birthday weekend and we were going to see Mary Chapin Carpenter in concert.  There was no way I would miss that!

Every morning we went to breakfast in the hotel lobby and all the other people were talking about the aftershocks they felt during the night. I slept like a baby and didn’t feel a thing.

The concert was outdoors and while we were lining up to enter the venue, the weather did not look promising. Suddenly it turned black and the organizers quickly ushered us into a building to protect us from a nearby tornado.  The lightning storm was incredible and the whole experience was quite surreal.

Most of the people left as soon as the weather broke a little. We stayed with maybe fifty others who held out just long enough to find out that she was going to honor us with a concert after all.  It was still raining.  We didn’t care as we traipsed through mud with our lawn chairs.  We wore large garbage bags for raincoats and shared one umbrella.  We placed our chairs in the front row and sang every song with her until she had to stop due to a local curfew.

The celebratory activities were over and it was time to drive from Virginia back to New Jersey. And we were racing the clock because Hurricane Irene was barreling up the east coast.

As you can see, I will never forget my 50th birthday weekend and the spiritual opening of my soul!  There was an earthquake, thunderstorm, tornado, and Hurricane Irene (she did not cause damage to our area) all in the same week!  (I often wondered if the energy unleashed by my years of living blind had something to do with the crazy weather events…hehe.)

I witnessed great fear everywhere I went. I wrote a poem called, “The Fear of the People,” because it was palpable, you could feel it in the air.  But the most amazing thing about that whole time is that I never personally felt the fear as my own.  My vibration of love was so strong that there was absolutely no possibility that fear could invade.

And it was beautiful. And it was liberating and I felt so free.  And I knew that the weekend was marked by these awe inspiring events so that there was no possibility that I wouldn’t notice just how amazing it all was. 

I wish I could tell you that I have been able to stay in that love energy and been able to banish all fear in the years that have ensued. I can’t.  But I can tell you that when I am able to do that, I remember.  And when I remember, I am able to do that!!

Now that’s the kind of cycle I don’t mind being a part of!!

Can I just say, “I am BLESSITUDE!” I am so blessed and full of gratitude for this journey I am on, and while it may not always seem easy, it is always amazing!  Thank you my friends for your love, your respect, and for teaching me every single day.  I am so happy to share this life with you❤❤❤




I created two images for this post and decided I did not have to choose which one to use…I could use them both😉






Somewhere in the middle

I created a bed of needles

No matter how I turned

I felt the stabbing pain



And all that was created in that energy

resembled daggers

made to not only hurt

but to keep all good away



Life was so out of focus

I found it hard to see what was really there

or what was a figment

of my imagination



Slowly, some of the daggers

lost their shape and grew soft edges

Meaning was expressed

with images that came from my heart



And before I knew it

the message of love multiplied

and a garden of beautiful flowers

was created



And I understood the significance

of the bed of needles

and can even see their beauty now.