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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 – 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