I have a scar on my lower right inner calf. It’s fairly faint, you likely would never see it unless I sat you down, propped my foot up, bared my lower leg and traced it with my finger.

It’s not noticable at all and even if it were, I’ve had it so long that its appearance is of zero concern. There’s even a story to go along with it: I had a mad crush on the boy next door and he used to give me rides around the block on his motorcycle. Unfortunately I was 4 years old at the time, no one was thinking clearly, and one day my bare little shorts clad leg touched the hot muffler for a brief second.

Yes. “Burn!” in more ways than one. That was the end of my fascination with motorcycles and the only souvenirs of my brief one-sided romance are a childhood anecdote and a medium-sized (though very faint) love scar.

Everyone has at least one scar and a story to go along with it. At least one physical scar, and more than one emotional scar.

Looking through the lens of my medical intuitive training my primary concern is always the emotional scar. How did it start? What is it trying to tell you? How do we heal it and stop it from spreading or stagnating? Read More

I kept my New Year’s Resolution of 2012 – to not make any resolutions!

Instead I vowed in 2012 that I would strive to continue learning and be open to all new lessons that came my way.

Among the top 5:

  1. I am very good with metaphors and using them to explain my medical intuitive clients’ energy fissures
  2. I am very horrible at explaining to hairdressers how I want my hair cut
  3. If I just bring a picture to my stylist it will save me from strange hair (it took 4 weird cuts before I caught on to this one)
  4. If I need help, to put my pride away and just ask – help is always seconds away
  5. It is better to add than subtract

I won’t lie. Sitting here with normal hair after 8 months of weird hair, I am most happy about lessons #2 and #3. But for this post I’ll focus on #5.

Regarding lesson #5, and seeing that it is “New Year’s Resolution Time”, I will add my couple of cents. Read More


Happy for Your Holiday

Medical intuition: healing the wound and finding the giftI was drinking my coffee this morning intending to write up an article on my medical intuitive training program when something very different and completely off topic caught my eye.

A man in Saskatoon has lost his bid to have “Merry Christmas” removed from the city’s LED bus signs. The same signs that flash the number and name of the bus route, flash sports cheers, and announce when the vehicle is full. His claim is that it offended his atheist sensibilities and excluded religious minorities. Apparently the Human Rights Commission is next.

It is a silly complaint, no question. And he’s also not the first one to voice it. I recall similar hullabaloos in previous years with similar results.

While it would be easy to dismiss and discard this person’s statements, as a medical intuitive it’s second nature for me to get curious and look deeper and into the cracks in the energy – peel back the layers of what looks inconsequential and get to the wound underneath.

Now I don’t know him or claim to know anything about his reasoning or his motivations. What I do know is that it can make for a very miserable existence to fill your life with pushing against small issues that upset you. You hurt yourself the most, your energy and body, and warring on something (including Christmas) has never solved anything. If your intentions are really about inclusion and the betterment of everyone, there’s a better and way, way more effective way to get it done. Read More


Making Comparisons, Part 2

Medical Intuition and healing comparison woundsA teacher in Canada made headlines this week for writing to the Loblaw’s (a supermarket chain in Canada) about the National Enquirer tabloid magazine at the check stand. Arguing that the cover was tantamount to bullying he made a case for removing these publications from places where children can see them.

The cover was the usual drivel about Hollywood celebrities and whose bodies had gotten “less attractive” or “bigger” or… whatever.

And there we go again with the comparisons.

“Heavier” (compared to what it looked like in the past?)
“Heavier” (compared to another celeb that is thinner?)
“Thinner” (compared to you or I?)

These tabloid covers are mean, rude, unforgiving. But…

“Mean” (compared to a different magazine?)
“Rude” (compared to something more polite?)
“Unforgiving” (compared to… ?)

It could go on forever, couldn’t it? Where does it become normal to, instead of letting something or someone stand on their own merits and just *be*, giving it a counterweight, something to compare against?

In the workshop I was at last weekend, at one one point we were tasked with a journaling exercise. Nothing complicated, just a few minutes of writing and getting at our deeper selves. I started writing one thing then to my complete surprise, something else came out.  Read More


Making Comparisons, Part 1

Finding spiritual wounds & medical intuitive healing

I have just returned from a weekend intensive workshop in California. I had made a commitment to attend some months ago and up until the last minute I wasn’t sure if I was really going to go because of all the hassle – air travel arrangements, hotels, putting my medical intuitive work on hold, getting a pet sitter, etc.

Obviously I decided to honour my pledge and I’m glad I did. Really, really glad. It’s hard to list everything I gained in one blog post but one thing that stands out is a big “aha” moment I had on the second day of the program.

No one will argue that media, especially pop culture media, can be very, very negative. I can feel people nodding as they read this. Not difficult to think of reasons illustrating why. One of the worst kinds of negative examples, for me, involve criticisms of people’s faces.

Their faces.

I feel a contraction in my body as I think of this. Pippa Middleton, much celebrated sister of Duchess Kate, had her face attacked by one well-known designer I won’t name.

My main objection: why should my face (or yours, or hers, or his) have to meet with anyone’s approval? I can take responsibility for my words, my writings, my work, my opinions, my feelings, but my face – something I did not have any say in shaping – is answerable to no one. Not even me. It’s perfect whatever I decide to do (or not do) to it.

But it isn’t just the famous and the reporters and the bloggers doing the dirty. Read More