Warm Welcome, 2014

Angie Appreciation, Beginnings, Celebration, Champagne, Future, Gratitude, Holidays, Hope, Inspiration, Intentions, Joie de Vivre, Journey, Letters, Letting Go, Life, Lists, Manifesting, Mantras, Meditation, Messages, Mimosas, Moving On, New Year, Open Mind, Past, Peace, Positive, Rituals, Time, Traditions, Winter, Wisdom, Writing Leave a Comment

Today, “is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” ~ Brad Paisley “The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year, but rather that we should have a new soul.” ~G.K. Chesterton Dear Universe, Happy New Year Everyone! I have to say I feel at peace with the …

Anchors Away

Angie Anchor, Insight, Jewelry, Journey, Letting Go, Meanings, Moving On, Signs, Symbols 2 Comments

“All you need is one safe anchor to keep you grounded…” ~Katie Kacvinsky Dear Universe, As you know, I am a fan of signs and symbols.  I look for them everywhere and give thanks when the message is received. Lately, there is one symbol that keeps popping up. It’s an anchor.  A couple of months ago I started seeing anchors …

1,825 Days

Angie Books, Fun, Future, Gratitude, Happiness, Hope, Insight, Journal, Journey, Lessons, Life, Memories, Moments, Moving On, Past, Rituals, Traditions, Writing Leave a Comment

“Don’t count the days.  Make the days count.” ~Muhammed Ali Dear Universe, I received my first diary when I was about eight or nine-years-old.  It was pink and had a miniscule heart lock attached.  I kept the key hidden and sitting to write was a secretive process.  I’d sneak away to my bedroom, shut the door, pick a colored pen, …

On Baggage

Angie Freedom, Future, Goodbye, Happiness, Hope, Insight, Joie de Vivre, Journey, Letting Go, Moving On, Past, Peace, Release Leave a Comment

“You can’t reach for anything new if your hands are still full of yesterday’s junk.” ~Louise Smith Dear Universe, We all have baggage. I’m not talking about the suitcases we pack to go on trips. I’m talking about the heavy emotional baggage we carry every day, the kind that chips away at our edges, the kind that weighs on our …