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Inspired Thoughts – 4 Words You Never Want To Hear From Your Vet.

“Your cat has cancer.”

I was gut-punched; the air hissed out of my lungs like a pierced balloon. I stared at Dr. Gray. She obviously grabbed the wrong chart. 

“My cat? You’re talking about Pebbles . . . right?”

Dr. Gray nodded. “I’m sorry I have to deliver this news. There is a treatment plan we can put in place to make her comfortable the rest of her days.”

I went numb. The rest of her days? She looks fine. 

“How long?” I choked. “How long do you think she has?”

The doctor stroked Pebbles’s head. “Depending on how she responds to the medication, two months to a year.”

My eyes blurred with tears. The thought of my cat not being a part of my everyday life was too much to take in.   

We had gotten Pebbles shortly after my husband died. My daughter and I had visited several shelters, and ended up at an animal rescue along the Sacramento River. A woman had turned her home into a haven for cats. Yes, a legit cat-house. Construction was ongoing, as the owner added room after room, large closets really, giving Mrs. Winchester a run for her money. 

We searched through all of the enclosures, and it came down to two kittens: a black one and a white one. We played with both and debated. Then, the white kitten, with light-brown markings on her face, tried to crawl up my daughter’s bare leg, as if to say, “Take me home!” And that’s what we did.

During our first night together, Pebbles clawed her way up my bedspread, attacking it like it was Mount Everest. Once she reached the peak, she claimed what had been my husband’s side of the bed. It was reassuring for my hand to find a warm body near me, even one so tiny and furry. The hairy cotton ball soon became not only a family member, but a steady comfort. 

As an indoor cat, Pebbles followed us everywhere. Her little paws worked hard to keep up with our longer strides, but traversing the house caused her to drop from exhaustion and fall asleep. 

After short naps, she continued exploring her new digs and found a few secret hiding places. In the early days, I’d be in a panic trying to find her, fearful she had escaped somehow. Once I’d discovered her favorite resting places were inside cupboards and in the backs of closet shelves, finding her became a treasure hunt.

Our kitten soon grew to adulthood, with her own distinct personality. Always a clean-freak, Pebbles elevated grooming to another level, especially after a meal. The ritual commenced with an upward lift of a paw that was met and moistened by a rough pink tongue. The paw then moved gently across her mouth, several times, removing unseen morsels. The act was repeated with the other paw, as if it were a starched white napkin and she’d just dined with the Queen.    

For the past thirteen years, Pebbles has given me great joy and companionship. How can I possibly say good-bye?

I know how to do grief, Lord knows I’ve had my share, but I have never done “end of life” with a family pet. What makes it all the harder, is that Pebbles is the only member who practices unconditional love. And what she has given me, I cherish. 

My job now is to make her happy and comfortable. I do not want her to suffer. I’ve decided to spoil her by doing the things she delights in most. At the top of her list is having her front feet massaged. I take a paw between my thumb and fingers, and rub and apply gentle pressure that extends and contracts her nails. All the while, Pebbles sits in my lap, eyes half closed, wearing a dreamy faraway look.   

I don’t know how many days we have left, but when you know they are numbered, each one becomes more precious.

I’m not the only person who talks to their pet, so it should come as no surprise that Pebbles and I have had several tearful exchanges––she, the master of stoicism. With much cajoling on my part, she has agreed to let me know when the good of her days no longer outweighs the bad. 

Pebbles is under treatment, and each morning she suffers through my fumbling attempts to medicate her. (Getting a pill down an animal’s throat is no fun for either party.) 

My wish is that we will continue being silly and enjoying each other’s company. In the evenings, as Pebbles hunkers down on my chest to sleep, we are heart to heart. Her purr is a vibrating song that echos through my body, connecting us . . . making me pray for a long goodbye.

Written By Erin G. Burrell

Author of That’s Why You’re Here

 

Inspired Thoughts – Hearts of Lace

Hearts Of Lace

When I was young, I looked forward to February with anticipation and joy; it was the month of Valentines and love. During art class in elementary school we wrapped red construction paper around shoe boxes, and cut slits into the lids. We glued hearts made of pink paper and white lace around the sides and top of the box. Crayons and glitter were used to write the traditional messages of “Be Mine” and “Valentine.” 

During our Valentines party, students raced around the room stuffing store-bought or handmade cards into the tops of our artsy containers. (I secretly hoped for a special Valentine from the boy I liked.) Cupcakes, candied hearts, and punch were served, and the sugar high lasted for weeks.

The 22nd of February marked the day of my birth, and produced another celebration. Sleepovers, being Queen for a day in the castle at William Land Park, and a bowling party were some of my most memorable birthdays. The memory of those childhood parties fills me with delight. 

But the fond memories of February were ultimately overshadowed by the deaths of my husband and brother-in-law. It became a month to endure, like running a gauntlet and dodging the blows. I prayed I’d make it out the other side.

With time, and much internal work, I no longer dread February. I will never forget those I’ve lost, and I honor them by living life to the fullest. I’m glad to report that February is once again a month of love. 

Recently I received one of those “out of the blue” emails, the kind that boggles the mind. Nothing the email contained would have been conceivable just two short years ago. The content might not seem like a big deal to some people, but to me it was huge, and confirmed the path I’ve been on the last several years.    

I’m tickled to announce, I’ve been invited to Face In A Book, a wonderful bookstore in El Dorado Hills, for an evening of “Romance and Tarot Readings.” Two romance authors, Elizabeth Ferry-Perata and Catherine McGreevy, will be sharing their novels. I will have my memoir, That’s Why You’re Here, and will provide Tarot card readings. If there are enough people in attendance, we will each read a snippet from our books. It should be a fun and entertaining evening, and I’m ecstatic! If you’re available, please stop by on February 8, from 6:30 – 8:00 p.m.; I’d love to see some familiar faces and meet some new ones.

Inspired Thoughts – Sweet Memory

The Spirit of Christmas Past

“Tis the season,” as they say, and it gets earlier each year. The endless bombardment of advertisements show perfect Hallmark families who urge us to buy items we can’t live without. The loud family I came from is never depicted in commercials, and it makes me love my people all the more.

As I’ve grown older, the holidays have taken on a different note. I don’t hear the jingle of sleigh-bells I played with when young. I now hear the somber sound of a church bell, muffled by fog. A wistful cry only my ears perceive.

Thanksgiving and Christmas have become times for reflection. My mind is occupied with memories of loved ones who won’t be here to sit around a candle-lit dinner table, engaged in passionate arguments of no consequence. Husband, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and friends long gone, all dwell on the other side of the veil. I miss them.

Like leaves gently carried on an autumn breeze, my few remaining family members lie scattered across the country, engrossed in their busy lives.

Yesterday, in a small attempt to get into the holiday spirit, I made myself a Peppermint Mocha. When I wrapped my cold hands around the mug to soak up the warmth, I tumbled back to a time when I was ten years old. I braced a rickety wooden ladder that my dad stood upon. The zippers of our winter jackets kissed our chins. I felt so grown up, and the excitement that radiated through my body made it hard to stand still. I was Dad’s assistant as he strung Christmas lights along the eaves. We began our task in daylight, but darkness and fog crept in like wolves to investigate our efforts.

The cold stiffened my fingers, making the flashlight difficult to hold. A stream of mist escaped my mouth with every breath. Dad encouraged me to go inside to get warm, but I refused. Mother came out during our labors and surprised me with a hot chocolate. I held the cup with both hands, and placed my frozen nose over the sweet smelling steam, trying to absorb the heat. In that moment, an endearing memory solidified into crystalline form. A precious gift delivered.

I smiled up at my dad and raised my cup. He grinned in return. Once the last light was secured, he cautiously made his way down the ladder. “Do you want to see our handiwork?”

“Yes!” I shouted.

He plugged the electrical cord into the socket, and the red, blue, and yellow bulbs blinked to life. I was enchanted. Our house was properly decked to greet Santa.

During this time of year, I remind myself of the treasured gifts I still possess, and remember that loved ones are near. They remain lovingly wrapped within the walls of my heart, no matter where they rest.

Written By Erin G. Burrell

Author of That’s Why You’re Here

Inspired Thoughts – No, I’m Not a Fortune Teller

While shopping the dairy aisle at my local grocery store, I ran into a woman I used to work with. I hadn’t seen her in over five years. We hugged and got caught-up on what we’d been doing since the last time we’d been together. Then my former coworker surprised me by saying, “I see from Facebook that you are now a fortune teller.”

I couldn’t believe this was still happening in 2018. “No,” I said. “I’m not a fortune teller. I give readings to people using Tarot cards, and I absolutely love it.”

In my new found passion, I’ve discovered that people tend to book readings when they are at a crossroads in their life, or they want clarity around a given situation, or they are simply curious about what cards they’ll draw. I still find readings fascinating, and love to meet new people. I’m always honored to be part of the journey of those who seek me out.

I can’t see the future. If I could, I’m sure my own life would look quite different.

Tarot cards can be used to show probabilities regarding the future, but nothing is cast in concrete since humans can exercise free will. The cards reflect a possible future based upon the individual’s energy at the time of the reading. If a reading was not favorable, subsequent changes to the person’s energy can affect future decisions that result in course corrections. The direction taken is not predetermined—it is up to the person getting the reading.

Rather than focusing on the future, my Higher Power uses me in a different manor. My role is to assist people in their current life situations, in the here-and-now. Information drops-in, or I’m compelled to talk about something that ends up being important to the sitter. They leave with an awareness regarding their circumstance that they did not have before, and are able to think more creatively about their issue. They tend to come up with solutions they hadn’t previously considered.

(You can enter for a chance to win a free Tarot reading by subscribing to my email list. Drawings are held monthly.)

Written By Erin G. Burrell

Author of That’s Why You’re Here

Inspired Thoughts – You Can Teach An Old Dog

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” I’ve heard that saying my entire life. This dog is barking and letting you know, I’ve learned a new trick, and no . . . it’s not rolling over. My latest romp is doing something that my own family and millions of others are doing already. I got on Instagram. (I’m not ashamed to say I had help, thank you Erica.)

Instagram proved similar to learning the Tarot, in that I had no idea what to expect and couldn’t conceive the surprises ahead.

I know some of you may be thinking, “No big deal, I’ve had an account for years,” and good for you. You are so far ahead of my learning curve. The thought of social media/technology sends shivers down my back.

I grew up in a time when telephones were attached to walls and you used them for only one thing—to talk. You were living “high on the hog” if your parents’ phone had a cord that stretched long enough for you to escape into another room. Away from the prying ears of a multi-generational family that as soon as you hung up, would shine a light in your eyes and interrogate you for hours. Unfortunately, our phone had a three foot cord.

So I’ve been playing around with my new Instagram account. One of the first things I learned to do was “follow” my favorite actor and series, Sam Heughan of Outlander. I have already died and gone to heaven, several times over. It does a heart good, and affects other places as well, to see Sam’s sweet face at the start of every morning. I discovered I am not alone in my Sam worship. Sam Heughan has over one million followers.

Something unexpected and amazing happened after I started posting pictures to Instagram, I received “likes” from people I did not know, and some started “following” me. One person was a female author from the Czech Republic, one was a young father from Indonesia, one was an entrepreneur/public speaker from Singapore, and yet another was a fellow book lover from London, England. For years, I have heard about our “global community,” but it wasn’t real for me until I saw these people and experienced it first hand.

Our loves and interests connect us. I’m now linked to people in other countries that I did not know existed one month ago. I’m glad this old dog is still willing to learn. My new trick is pure magic. With a touch of a finger, I’m joined to kindred spirits across the globe, and it happens by means of the phone nestled in my hand. The cord is infinite.

Written By Erin G. Burrell

Author of That’s Why You’re Here

Inspired Thoughts – Are You Afraid To Get A Tarot Reading?

Are You Afraid To Get A Tarot Reading?

People often tell me they are afraid to receive a tarot reading . . . and then they get one anyway. Some say their religion prevents them from having a reading; others say tarot readings are the work of the devil. Yet when I’m giving a reading, I feel galaxies away from anything sinister or evil. I learned the tarot to be of service to others, not to do the work of the devil.

From the beginning, my intent has been to come from a place of light and love, and to be a conduit for healing messages. While giving a reading, the sensations that course through me are positive, and it seems that Source/Higher Power/God (whatever term you’re comfortable with) orchestrated how the person found me. Usually, it’s made clear why the two of us were brought together. The tarot has blessed me with many experiences that have touched my heart, and its power for good continues to amaze me.

My hope is that one day tarot readings are a normal part of our daily life. I hope that someday when I tell people what I do, they won’t recoil, like it’s catching. I’d like to see readings be just another tool that offers assistance to those seeking clarity and help.

Tarot readings are conversations. It’s my belief that a person’s energy/soul will select cards it wishes to discuss. Tarot cards can provide an alternate way to frame a certain situation that is happening in the sitter’s life. An individual can take what information they like from a reading and leave the rest—nothing discussed is written in stone.

I recommend people new to tarot get a reading just for fun. As I’ve written in my book, That’s Why You’re Here, I do readings for a lot of “virgins,” people who have never had a reading before; like the eighty year old woman I read in Reno years ago. We had a good laugh about it being her “first time” at eighty! I love it when I can help someone step out of their comfort zone and explore something new and different. When I step out of my own comfort zone, I’m like a wire sizzling with electricity; I’m totally alive. After all, isn’t that why we’re here, to experience what life has to offer?

Written By Erin G. Burrell

Author Of That’s Why You’re Here

Inspired Thoughts – Double Blessings

I recently published my book That’s Why You’re Here and I have been doubly blessed. It was reviewed in the Mountain Democrat by Wendy Schultz. The colorful cover of my book even made the front page of the newspaper! Also, my books are on the shelf at Face in a Book in El Dorado Hills, CA.

I’m inviting everyone to come to Face in a Book to support local authors on September 19, 2018 from 6:30 – 8:00 p.m. I’ll will be there and I plan to bring my tarot deck so that customers can pull one card for fun. Of course I’ll have my books and would be happy to sign copies for those interested. It should be an enjoyable evening.

Inspired Thoughts – The Gift

Have you ever felt that a day or an encounter was gifted to you? As if the heavens had dropped a rare treasure right in your lap? Suddenly while talking to someone you don’t really know, your arms pebble with gooseflesh alerting you that something much bigger is taking place?

Today I was gifted.

I got a response to an email I had sent out days earlier and had promptly forgotten about. (I had contacted two women I had only met once before and spoken to briefly, to see if they might promote my book: That’s Why You’re Here. I had given free tarot readings during the prior month at a meeting they were hosting.) One of the women, whom I will call Barb, got back to me with an unexpected answer. She congratulated me on my book, and said she would post my news to the group’s private Facebook page. What surprised me was she said she wanted to buy an autographed copy of my book. I told her I would be honored to do that and we agreed to meet for coffee in an hour. (This was not what I had on my calendar, but I know when it feels like Spirit is involved.)

We met at Starbucks and I presented her with my book. Barb is very knowledgeable on marketing and I’m a novice. She was kind enough to share several helpful hints.
I told her how my book came into being and it became clear the two of us were supposed to connect. We had several life situations in common. She had recently been impacted by grief and that is how my book begins. How the loss of a loved one was the catalyst for my unusual journey into the metaphysical. Grief was a catalyst for Barb also.

We discussed causes we were interested in, and we discovered we were of like minds. The suicides of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain weighed heavily on both of us. We knew our meeting was not a coincidence (I don’t believe in them anyway). Just before leaving, I mentioned a community I had lived in for 16 years.

Barb said, “Oh, I know a few people who live there.”

“What are their names?”

She named a husband and wife whom I didn’t know. Then she gave me the name of a man. I sat frozen while tears ran down my checks.

Barb was startled by my reaction and kept repeating, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I managed to choke out. “That man is in my book. He is the person who came to my house to deliver the news that my husband had died. He was an angel in the way he helped me in the following shattered days.”

He and Barb had gone to high school together. There are no coincidences and there was only one degree of separation. I was gifted this day on so many levels.

Within an hour of leaving Starbucks, I got behind a vehicle whose license plate read: GDZWILL.

Don’t I know it. Have you been gifted?

Written By Erin G. Burrell

Author of That’s Why You’re Here

Card of the Month – July 2018

“The number 9 denotes completion. Are you finally ready to let go of those limiting, negative beliefs, or are you allowing the issues in your life to become bigger than they really are? Your mind has been doing quite a job on you lately, and even your dreams may be trying to get your attention. When you learn to let go of the worry, despair, and sense of hopelessness, a positive new way or path will be shown to you.”

Card of the Month – June 2018

“This card reveals that it’s actually your own fear that has you immobilized and trapped — preventing you from making decisions or choices.  You are the one who’s holding yourself prisoner (or hostage); and in order to continue your journey, you must first face your fears so that new people and conditions can manifest.”