A November To Remember, And My First Storybook Character Taxidermied Mouse

Sunday, November 24, 2019
My dear friends and Mermaid Junkies, 

Now I'd like to tell you a little story about why I have returned to calling many of you Mermaid Junkies. 
Oh, wait, before I get going, let us have tea, shall we? I'm having a cup of earl grey creme'. I was scouring the Martha Stewart website last evening in search of a variety of new scone recipes. I bookmarked a blueberry-buttermilk recipe. I was enlivened because it pertains buttermilk. I tend to favour a receipt that has buttermilk, as it seems to taste a bit better. To me, anyway. What do you prefer?

Living Like A Victorian Lady, And My Active Pursuits For The Week

Tuesday, November 19, 2019
I've been collecting pieces of nature to use for our little Victorian Christmas this year.  In the Victorian days, much time was spent in preparation for the holiday. There were foods to cook, gifts to hand-make and confections to bake.
My dear friends, 

Pour some tea and let's have a little visit. I am hoping you have awoken to receive my newsletter. I sent one that I thought would be short and sweet, give you wee little snippets of things I haven't written about during the week on the blog, so that It's not information or news that you've heard of already. I don't know about you, however, for me personally, I have always disliked receiving emails from most companies, and even blogs too. They seem to feel as though they are attempts to sell me something. I am all for being a businesswoman, although, I am the kind of person that I don't want things crammed down my throat, nor do I want you to send me the same rubbage that I have already seen on your blog the week prior. If I'm reading 'your' blog weekly, I genuinely don't need you to send me links to all of the posts that you wrote. I have read them already, Brenda! {smile} Call me pernickety, but that's how I feel. So, anyway, that's' why I sent what I thought was a fun newsletter. Not super long, tedious, or sales pushy and I hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't receive it, please check your junk or trash folders. I haven't had but fifty per cent of recipients to open their email, so I am assuming my emails are collecting dust in your junk/trash files.

I Love Captain Jack, Let Me Count The Ways

Friday, November 15, 2019

My Dear Friends, and Mermaid Junkies,

(GOTCHA- I bet you thought this a frivolous post, but I'm no frivolous kind of gal.)

I just came out of meditation, and I'm in complete alignment. Isn't it the most beautiful feeling when in touch with our highest self?

I made a cup of tea, and I'm happy to see all of the comments from you, my dear friends.

What 2019 Taught Me About My Clothing And Style Of Dress

Wednesday, November 13, 2019
My dear friends and Mermaid Junkies, 

Who knew there was something called embodied cognition? I should have guessed because quite frankly I've been on a quest to understand what in the hellfire and brimstone has been emerging from my spirited yet, disenchanted wobbliness when it comes to what I'm wearing. Since childhood, I've fluctuated with my clothing. I love two separate styles, absolutely polar opposite of each other and to be quite honest with you, I NEEDED to bring this to the forefront- meaning, to blog about it, because it has started to drive me up a proverbial wall!

Why I've Decided To Stay With A Blogger Template

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

My Dear Friends & Mermaid Junkies, 

Why am I back to calling you Mermaid Junkies? I am planning to go on a diatribe about it, so I'm keeping that for the next blog post, mmmm kay. {smile}

I'm having a cup of Chamomile extra sleepytime tea and a pumpkin bar for this evening while writing to you. I'm all nestled with my BG {Beloved Gardener}laying next to me, while I blog. Honestly, I look forward to writing every single day. If I'm not typing, I'm writing in a book, journal or on a scrap of paper somewhere. It feeds my soul, and there's nothing that makes me happier than writing- well, and painting, of course. 

Why I Reunited With Instagram, But I Won't Be Following Anyone (And Why You Shouldn't Take It Personally)

Friday, November 8, 2019
My dear friends, 

I know most of you, dear readers aren't huge advocates of Instagram, so if you find this subject boring to the olympic degree, I'll understand if you'll want to skip this post.

My Victorian Louis Vuitton Planner Systems

Tuesday, November 5, 2019
My dear friends, 

Do you know why I address you like that, "My dear friends" at every blog post entry? It's because, through the years while I have studied Beatrix Potter, I read that she would address her friends that way, so I thought it indeed charming, and should give it a go, too. What better way to relish in the lovely adoration than to emulate our friends and heroes? Of course, I added a bit more to my enclosures, "Most affably yours til my next swim." I was going through a branding course- one of those terrible classes that I had paid for, and sorely regret because I could've used a google search bar and learned more than throwing two hundred dollars down the toilet. But I digress. 

Am I Missing My Son, or Just Out Of Alignment {A New Perspective On Death}

Monday, November 4, 2019

My dear friends, 

I am taking a moment from making my little coordinating straw hat to write up this post for you. {Smile, I love you, dear friends}. I have been working on the bonnet to match the brown work dress that I made yesterday. The straw hat will be for everyday wear. I just love a straw hat, don't you! I have already begun listening to Victorian holiday Christmas music, too. Can you believe it? If you know me well, you unquestionably can believe, huh? {smile}

As I was reminiscing while pulling rows and rows of thread from my straw weaving, I began thinking about my dear children. To be quite honest, this morning, I was alone at home and started thinking about all of the photos that were taken and the ones that never will be taken, because my darling Sawyer won't be here.

There was a Facebook memory photo that came up, and I began weeping like a small child. It's good for my soul to cry, and today it just came upon me without hindrance. I allowed myself to feel the emotions because I believe I must identify my feelings and delve into what is causing me to discern my present state. That way, I am capable of inspiring others to become aware of their emotions, too. 
Now, this may come as a shock to you. When we say we "miss" someone, it's not actually us 'missing' those that have departed. It's our soul out of alignment with self. Before you go and get your bloomers all in a bunch, {wink, wink} allow me to explain something that I learned about death, self-love and the emotion of missing.

As I was/am going through the grief of losing my son, I knew from a prior study that when we struggle in feeling a loss of someone we love, we WILL, surely cry. It's a normal human emotion of relief. Crying is the act of releasing the resistance that we have built up. Have you ever wondered why you always feel better after a good hard cry, or why you become very exhausted after weeping? It's because you have released resistance. The resistance is when we as humans push against our natural state. Our natural state is one of allowing, ease and flow. But how many times do we push hard against death or something that is happening in our life, instead of allowing it to happen? I know, for me personally, before Sawyer died I was spending almost all of my state of mind in the form of pushing against. I think it's pretty standard, to be honest. We are taught that to accomplish anything or to experience the circumstances in life, we are basically, on our own. Oh, yes, we say that we have faith in God/Source/Universe, but when it comes right down to it, how much faith are we actually possessing? I speak from my own experience here, and, well, until my son passed, I was a big talker and not much of an actual doer. I now have a new perspective, and that is one of absolute faith. I now know that Sawyer, Source/God are one in unity. I trust most ardently that I will receive all that I desire and that I am worthy of. It may sound somewhat morbid to some folks, {and if it does, they aren't my people}, but I have come to KNOW my dearest Sawyer much more so, in a way that I would have never been able to if he was still here in physical. 

I knew straight away, that to hear Sawyer through higher consciousness, that I have to be In a state of high vibration. If not, he will not be around, nor will he be able to abide with me. Here is another question for you. Have you ever wondered why that when someone you love has passed away, you never see them, or feel like they are no longer giving you signs that they are still very much alive and around you? Or that when you are upset, angry and use strong emotion towards God/Source that you feel as though your petitions aren't being heard?

When our loved ones are no longer in physical form {such as Source/God and now my Sawyer}, we can ONLY communicate with them if WE are in FULL Alignment. Sawyer, God/Source dwells on a vibrational plane that is of the highest energy, at all times. Source only sees us in our most elevated form of pure positive energy and as mighty creators {unconditional love}, so when we are crying and feeling lack, God/Source looks the other way. Not literally, but I am trying to explain the Law of Attraction in a way that makes sense without confusing the dickens out of ya. {Hehe}
For me to be able to reach for Sawyer and find him, I have to be in the highest of alignment. We are much more able to communicate with our dearly departed loved ones when we are looking for them where they are now, not how they were in human form. They are no longer looking at the way things were when they were here, they are focused on the now and eager for more to come.  They do not see or view items the same as they did. So, If you ever feel you can't see or hear someone that you want to communicate with, try to remember that we as mortals have to seek them in the state of FULL alignment.

Guaranteed, they will begin showing up all over the place. I love that I can be in alignment and always have Sawyer with me. I talk to him all of the time, and he actually plays with me. For instance, I just asked him to help me with my photos on my blog, as I was struggling with uploading. I had absolute faith, he would work it out for me, and in a matter of seconds, it began uploading. What happened? I now have total confidence in my dear boy. I trust him that he loves me still, and wants the best for me, just as God/Source does for each of us, however, when I think of my son Sawyer answering my petitions/requests I feel a high acceptance that he will always give me what I want. I have had a physical relationship with him. I remember the physicalness that was him, and I resonate with him because he was with me at one time. Not that I don't know God/Source because of course, I do, however, I have the absolute KNOWING with Sawyer because he was literally with me in mortality. Does this make sense? I think that it does to you, I hope so, anyway. Dear friends, thank you for being such lovely women that I can talk with and build such beautiful friendships with. I adore you so much!

I would love it if you shared your stories with me. Do you communicate with your dearly departed? I believe as our friendship grows, we will have more supportive unity. Our self-worth, self-love and trust will more widely develop. I'm so glad you're here. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, raquelxxx