I am getting ready to go to Sister Giant in Los Angeles, this next weekend, February 26-28,the conference put on by Marianne Williamson. It is designed to awaken the power of American women so we can make the changes that need to be made on this planet if we are to survive as a species. I will report in about my experience when I return. In the meantime, I see things continuing to collapse around me, our most recent tragedy locally, the cuts in our public school system, but nevertheless, and somewhat surprisingly, I feel the energy around me lightening up. Perhaps it is spring around the corner or maybe I am just tapping into the energy of LOVE. I don’t know, but something is shifting! I feel it and it feels good!
My love to you all!

I'm nearly healed from my fall of last week and am enjoying this continuation of my miracle, the incredible acceleration of the rapid healing of my face and body. I watch in amazement as I heal.
My life keeps blossoming and opening up with a new gift each day from the Universe. Sometimes it's as simple as a sunny day or the beautiful center of a tulip from a planter of flowers I bought myself.
My new mantra has become "show me the next step." That is all we are ever given in this process of unfolding, just the knowledge of where to step next with our proverbial feet. On a good day I realize that it is really all I need. Don't get me wrong--I may want more, a lot more at times, to know exactly what is happening or going to happen, or what I am "supposed" to do, what is my "purpose", etc. but the knowing pulls me out of the present, which is where I ultimately want to be. My spirit guides know me so well and how I like to be in charge. But I am forced to surrender, again and again.
So I ask my Guides when I am unsure, "Please show me the Next Step!" And they always do, and even though at times I am scared, depressed, frustrated, or even angry, I do what is given to me. And when I do, I lose my pain and my doubt, find my joy, and I fly! And I love to fly!....

Today, I have a miracle to report! The following is the story of how it came about.
Last Thursday night as I was leaving my daughter’s apartment, I fell. My hands were full because I was carrying a bag and my purse and the uneven sidewalk was not very well lit. It was late in the evening and I was tired, and I have a propensity for not lifting my feet. Suddenly I tripped and went flying. Bang! I hit face first on the cement. I remember my teeth hitting the walk. The next thing I knew I was on my back and my husband was asking, “Paula, are you all right?”
I lay there in shock. “I don’t know,” I whispered, afraid to move.
I felt a small chunk of something in my mouth. I sat up. Blood was dripping down my upper lip. “Oh, God, what have I done to myself?” I thought.
I grabbed a Kleenex out of my pocket and held it to my upper lip on the place where the blood seemed to be streaming. I clenched the little chip from my mouth in my other hand.
“I think I broke a tooth,” I said.
My husband helped me up and we made it back to the car. We didn’t tell my daughter at the time because I just wanted to get home.
Once inside my house, I assessed the damage. It didn’t look good, but my front teeth were in tact and I hadn’t broken my nose and my glasses seemed to be OK. All I wanted was to go to bed. I would just have to see how I looked tomorrow.
In the morning, I tentatively glanced in the mirror. I looked awful! I was puffed up and swollen and sore. My husband jokingly said I looked like Marge Simpson.
Although I was tired, I resolutely lined up my “peeps”--my doctor, my chiropractor, and my dentist. My doctor and chiropractor were able to get me in on Friday and both said I was lucky not to have knocked my teeth out. The doctor told me I had a deep puncture wound in my upper lip. It had gone nearly all the way through but it had healed enough in the twelve hours or so since the accident, he decided not to give me any stitches. Thank God for that! However, I did have to get a tetanus shot...
I wanted to help the healing process as much as possible, so I did reiki, some intense healing meditations, as well as some gentle yoga. By Sunday the swelling was way down.
Today (Monday), I saw my dentist. Like me, she thought that little chunk was a piece of tooth at first. It was the same coloring and the right size, but she couldn’t find any place where it could have chipped off. So she looked at it in the sun and it sparkled in a way that tooth enamel doesn’t. We figured out that that tiny piece of crystal rock was the culprit which had drilled into the under side of my upper lip, making an almost complete pass through it. She agreed with my doctor and my chiropractor that it was very lucky, a miracle of sorts, that I hadn’t knocked my teeth out. There was essentially no damage to my mouth or my roots or anything that she could find!
So now I am left with, get this, a triangular shaped red scar (which will probably fade to a lighter color) under my right nostril with a deep black spot that will most likely be a white scar. Hmmm! A white eye like dot in the middle of a pyramid shape! I feel like I have been branded in some strange metaphysical ritual.
But mostly I feel very blessed to have come out of this scrape as well as I have. I see many layers of why this happened, and will be examining them for some time to come. But for now, for me, this is proof that I am being watched over, protected, and, I feel, divinely guided. It is a warm, safe, delightful feeling!