by Deborah Globus

I’ve already discovered something important: May is never, ever a good month for me.

When you reread what you’ve written over the years, patterns begin to emerge.  

by Deborah Globus

I gently reminded her that she has every right to protect herself energetically from all the loving chaos that promises to ensue; as good as the energy may be, there’s still a whole lot of it and that can be overwhelming.  

There comes a point in time when you really do need to ward it off…but in a good way.  

It’s called putting up warders.

It works like this:

I suggested she imagine herself encased in a bubble of light – white light for protection; green light for healing; and gold light of the Highest Good.

Dealing with obtrusive energies in this way doesn’t address other people or affect them in any way- only the person putting up the warders so it's a safe practice, karmically speaking.

It’s a simple visualization, the intention of which is to keep you safe. And as we all know, having an intention is half the fight!  So it works on a psychological level thanks to the intention.  

And it also works on an energetic level and works more effectively the more you practice it.

Of course, when that fails you can always call for reinforcements.  There’s a candle burning here for my friend and it will be all week as she navigates her (beloved if energetic) family.  And I’m sending her prayers for remembering the blessings of her visit.

(It’s nice to have an ordained minister on call for moral support!)

by Deborah Globus

When we end a Blessingway ceremony for an expectant mom the participants are handed a skein of red thread.  The first person wraps it around her wrist three times then tosses it across the circle to another participant who does the same.  By the time the skein has made it’s way all around the circle we’ve created a web – literally – of friendship for the mother-to-be.

Ends are snipped, knots are tied and everyone leaves with a bracelet of red.


These bracelets stay on until the call goes out that BABY HAS ARRIVED!  Until that call actually comes, though, participants (and the mom who has one, too) can’t help but thing of the wonderful ceremony every time they look down at their wrists.  

by Deborah Globus

When we celebrate Passover in my house, we begin by clearing out all the bread/wheat/corn stuff that we don’t eat for those 8 days. 


It’s a good amount of work for a questionable practice but man, oh man, do we appreciate bread when we’re done!

All these things are called chametz.

I had a friend whose family actually hunted for chametz with a feather and a wooden spoon to sweep it into, the traditional way to approach getting ready.  

We don’t go quite so far, but I like what our Haggadah (the book that directs the Seder) has to say about the last of the chametz:

“Do you think we found every last crumb?  Probably not.  After all, we’re not perfect; we’re human.  Here’s a prayer we can say together about any crumbs we missed:

If there are any crumbs I haven’t seen or taken away, I hereby disown them.  I declare them to be nothing – as ownerless as the dust of the earth.

No one can be perfect.  We can never get rid of every crumb or stop making mistakes.  All we can do is try.  Searching for chametz is a way of trying.”

by Deborah Globus

by Deborah Globus

by Deborah Globus

In the last few months our cat, Sam, has taken to “hunting” through our scrap basket of supplies for stupid sock creatures.  Once she finds something good she proudly leaves her “kills” where we’ll be sure to find them.  

I wake up mornings to find socks, scarves, scrap fabric and even the occasional pair of my daughter’s yoga pants strewn across the floor.

These are Sam’s offerings.  Her sweet, odd little way of showing her appreciation and love.

I often wish my own offerings came as easily as hers.