Years ago my best friend witnessed a man drown. It happened at a lake, it happened quickly and I imagine that with a nurse’s heart and mind and wired to save, it was beyond devastating. Most of us would be sad, send up a prayer, and be reminded of our own blessings... Most of us would carry on about our business...she’s never been most of us though. She’s exceptional. An exceptional best friend, nurse, God-Mother and person. Somehow Claire found out that this man’s family lived in a different country...and somehow she raised the money to fly this stranger to his homeland to be laid to rest with his people...exceptional. A couple years ago she lost a child. She did not give birth to this child, but even this child’s mother knew that she was also Claire’s. Claire was Mylee’s Peds ICU nurse. She loved and cared for her like her own. I’m tied to Mylee’s death only because the night she died they couldn’t get ahold of Claire so they got ahold of me to track her down. I did and, to this day, it’s the worst conversation I’ve ever had. I told my person she lost a child. I didn’t speak those words, but we both knew. She keeps in touch with Mylee’s family and she tattoo’d a small M on her body- a silent, albeit painful, reminder. This is who she is. EXCEPTIONAL. Yesterday she graduated with a master’s in nursing. My best friend is a nurse practitioner. I may not personally know all of you or your children, but I pray to God, the Universe, and my ancestors that if anything were to EVER happen to your children or mine that a person with the integrity, morality, spirit, compassion and intelligence of my best friend walks in to care for your child. Claire, You did this! And this IS a big deal, but Bear, this is a little deal in comparison to the lives you have saved and changed...the lives you will continue to save and change. There’s a club! The Claire changed and saved me club. I’m not only a member, I’m the president. I LOVE YOU LIKE OXYGEN AND YES I’M GONNA UGLY CRY. ... See MoreSee Less
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Happy Monday and a friendly reminder... YOURS IS COMING! Believe that! #mondaymotivation ... See MoreSee Less
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Yesterday she dropped a big one on me, “mom, if I grew up and wanted to be a boy would you still love me?” I turned the car off, turned around in my seat and looked her dead in her face. Without hesitation I responded, “yes, absolutely.” I don’t care what or who you want to be, I don’t care who you love-boys or girls. I will love you through it all.” That’s sweet mom she said, I don’t actually want to be a boy right now, I just wanted to know IF I did would you still love me...oh and I love Jacob mom. Her life is not mine. I’m here to guide her but I’m not here to change who she is or who she loves. I’ll teach her compassion, respect, loyalty, commitment. I’ll also teach her that she gets to decide certain things. Her body is hers, she doesn’t have to believe everything that I do. I grew up Christian, we celebrate Hanukkah because it’s her thing. She cries a lot and I ALWAYS let her feel her emotions. My baby is a diagnosed highly sensitive person. She’s smart, kind and she inspires me...if she winds up being my son, I’ll love her just the same but the fact that at 6 she’s comfortable to share these random thoughts with me, to have deep discussions with me... it’s a much needed reminder to raise her as her own person. She’s not me. She’s gonna be so much better and smarter. And she’s already more empathetic. The other day she told me that she doesn’t think that she’s nice to herself. I asked what she meant. She told me that sometimes she says to herself, “you’re a fool, you’re not smart.” Let me tell you something I was gutted. I cried. I pep talk her daily. I sing her praises. She knows her magic and her home is a foundation of love and acceptance... but the world, and the people in the world, can be ugly and mean and strip away that self confidence I’ve been cultivating. I say all this really just to lead to this point. If your kids don’t feel safe in the world AND they don’t feel safe in your home...then they’re not safe. This home is her shelter, I will always make sure she has peace here because the world is trying to steal it already- so if she wants to be a boy or love girls or just be Munchie my house is Safe enough for any of those. Shine sweet girl! ... See MoreSee Less
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All new episode! This one is dedicated to empaths, spiritual and energy healers and people who need to run from narcissists!
Mystic Michaela is a fourth generation psychic medium who specializes in reading auras-the colorful life force energies around individuals. We delve deep into how knowing our auras is beneficial, life changing, and even a protective measure. Plus, understanding soulmates, twin flames, and how to protect yourself from narcissists. We dive deep! Come along on the journey with us! On iTunes, Spotify or my website. ... See MoreSee Less
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The power of forgiveness. My dad is an A**hole, he also has a heart of gold. He is an addict but has the most beautiful laugh. He has been the source of immense disappointment but also of a love that’s hard to explain. I have spent a great deal of time wanting him to be better, do better, live better...but I’ve also been capable of suspending those thoughts just so I could enjoy his beautiful laugh. I’ve wanted more for him than even he’s wanted for himself and that’s led to anger and resentment. Our relationship is full of scars... but more than that, life lessons. You see people are not one dimensional. It’s not fair for me to ONLY see the bad in him, the negative, when there are, in fact, parts of him that shine, that soar, that light up my life. My dad taught me forgiveness. He didn’t even mean to... it just happened. Because living with him (albeit with extreme boundaries and barriers of protection) was so much better than living without him. Learning to protect myself while loving him allowed me to do just that... to keep loving him. Today is his 53rd birthday. He’s a young man, really, but his life has been trauma filled, which is probably why he has often been a source of my own. Hurt people, hurt people. I keep that perspective when we interact. I don’t hold it all against him because that was exhausting. I love him immensely, with boundaries, but with SOOOO much love. This is growth. This is forgiveness. Because forgiveness and growth isn’t about forgetting or even accepting. Sometimes it’s just about boundaries. Thank you Universe for my dad and for teaching me how to protect myself. 💜 update: did you peep where I got my brows from?!?! ... See MoreSee Less
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