My heavy heart

My dear readers and friends, brothers and sisters, I am not fully myself. However, by the grace and mercy of God, the work I have done over these past 7 months is sustaining my spirit currently as my Dad, 87 is in a hospice facility dying. Just 3 days after I returned home to South Florida, he fell and my Mom and I called for the ambulance because we couldn’t get him up on our own. My Dad has Alzheimer’s disease. In these past 2 weeks he has been in two different hospitals and a rehab facility.  He has suffered a heart attack and now has contracted COVID-19. As you all can imagine, my family and I are devastated that we will have to let him go in this way.

My favorite picture of my Dad & I 🥰

I’m beyond grateful that I’ve arrived home here in time to conduct 3 healing sessions on my mother and have successfully destroyed the generational curse within our family that had many of them attached to demons from birth. At 76, my Mom is fully in her own body now and is experiencing a spiritual awakening! It’s absolutely beautiful. The work I do is sacred and nothing short of a miracle. We were assisted by more ancestors and relatives than I can name or count and I feel so blessed to have as much protection, guidance and unconditional from Spirit. My cup runs over just thinking about it!

My Dad has lived a long and tremendously beautiful life. He was a semi-professional baseball player, a car dealer and a father of 6 children. He and my Mom celebrated their 44th wedding anniversary in June of this year. He is a strong, giving, proud and gently loving man. Being an 100% Italian man raised by 2nd generation immigrants in the 1930s and 1940s, he didn’t always know how to tell us with words how much he loved us. He definitely showed us by always providing for our needs, going above and beyond to give his family the world. I have lived an extremely privileged life full of happy memories that are keeping me comforted now. It’s just truly heartbreaking that we can’t hold his hand right now. Alzheimer’s and COVID-19 are hideous diseases that nobody should ever have to experience. I pray none of you my dears ever has to.

I’m on an emotional roller coaster. I’ve been pouring into my Mom for two weeks now and I’m tired. Yesterday, I hit a wall. I wanted to get this post out there and ask you all to pray for me as I’m in need of your love and light. My angel guides remind me often to ask the other humans around me for help because that’s something I don’t always feel comfortable doing. It’s part of my shadow. Now I’m asking my dears.

I feel some poems coming on as I begin connecting to more ancestors from my Dad’s side who have been occupying our home for days now. They’re preparing him to go home. Like my Uncle Donnie, my Dad’s favorite cousin said, “it’s a goombah fest!

I wanted to share a couple more videos of my poetry that’s featured in my latest book, “My Soul’s Light”. I’m not sure how much or how little I will be posting. Doing my best to stay in the moment and allow whatever comes up. As you all can imagine, that’s the only role right now that needs tending to.

“I am Love “
“I hope”

My books arrived today in the mail just as my Mom and I were bringing some things to the hospice facility. I added an inscription to my Dad and asked his nurse to read from it so he could have a piece of me, of my heart to comfort him. My Mom was so happy we could do that. It’s a gift from Divine for sure.

In light and in shadow, always with love. If you’re interested in a shamanic healing session, tarot card reading, my recorded meditations or to purchase any of my 4 books of poetry please click the link below.