Posts Tagged ‘Prayer Works’

Synchronicity, Answered Prayer and Dream Journals

Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day! I wasn’t sure when to post this last round of products to release in early 2019, but today seemed appropriate. MLK lived his faith and inspired others to dream a better world into being.

I know so many people who live amazing, synchronous lives, yet who struggle to maintain their faith when the going gets tough. That’s normal. Sometimes life throws an unexpected health crisis, business upheaval, or high profile misunderstanding. Sometimes life’s challenges seem too overwhelming or impossible for one person to navigate. In sessions, I ask people to remember other times when against all odds, a miracle stepped in to save the day. I ask them to notice the little “signs” or “sync winks” that whisper, “You’re not alone.” “Divine timing is in effect.” “A bigger picture’s got your back.”

For years, I’ve wished something like the next few products existed: a place to record jaw dropping synchronicities, answered prayers, and tiny moments of faith that proved themselves life changing and true. Many people keep journals, but they jumble everything together. That’s fine; however, when people face challenges or crises of faith, it helps to have a personal reference book of divine intervention, “lucky” breaks and ongoing guidance. I find that the more incredible the support, the more likely people begin to doubt their memory over time: Continue reading

Timothy Glenn ~ Autumn 2018: The Dominoes Begin to Fall

Here’s a new update from Timothy Glenn. The only thing I would add to it is that — given the presence of twelve nuclear reactors in the path of Hurricane Florence — including two on the coast of North Carolina, I looked at the astrological aspects for today in Southport, NC. I used 11:11 a.m. September 12, 2018 for my calculations.

Since Pluto rules nuclear power, and Uranus rules unexpected, chaotic events, I paid special attention to those aspects. While highlighted with an almost exact Pluto in Capricorn trine Virgo Sun (0 degrees, 58′ separation) and Pluto sextile Jupiter in Scorpio (0 degrees, 03′ separation), at least these are less intense than the square or opposition. Uranus in Taurus almost exactly trines Saturn in Capricorn (0 degrees, 31′ separation) and opposes Venus (0 degrees, 10′ separation). I love Timothy’s interpretation of Uranus trine Saturn (below)!

With the Venus opposition, please keep in mind that relationships and control/freedom issues could become triggers or volatile. As my friend Toni says, “Take a breath of God.” Inhale love before reacting. Pray for discernment regarding authority and communication. Uranus also rules ideas of “brotherly love” and “highest good of all.” Chiron, the Wounded Healer, is almost exactly sextile Mars (0 degrees, 17′ separation). This is about as easy as Chiron-Mars alignments get, not a picnic, but an opportunity to exert will power in regards to healing self and others. Combined, all of these aspects favor everyday heroes rising to the occasion with compassion that flows from their own awareness and experience.

Those on the East Coast, especially in the Carolina’s, no doubt face major challenges in the days ahead, but these aspects also favor strong will power, healing and regeneration. As Timothy mentions at the end of the article, Divine Love helps us shift into neutral and full empowerment. From this space, miracles occur. Please send Reiki, prayers and loving energy as you feel led. All that said, here’s Timothy Glenn with astro-insights into the coming months.

Autumn 2018: The Dominoes Begin to Fall

by Timothy Glenn

As we approach the Autumn Equinox during a midterm election year in the United States, the traditional “October surprises” will start popping up in September. This will most likely result in “September surprises” and “October shocks”.

The conventional planetary controllers have been backed into a corner, and are now playing “for all the marbles.” Continue reading

Rune Soup ~ Talking the Power of Eight with Lynne McTaggert

I finally had a chance to listen to what my friend Mitch describes as “one of Gordon [White]’s best podcasts ever,” and I agree. This one’s truly excellent.

Lynne McTaggert talks about her book, “The Power of Eight,” and their fascinating discussion touches upon scientific studies of prayer, intentions, Reiki, chanting, meditation and healing on all levels. I love how Lynne’s research backs up something I tell people all the time in sessions and Reiki classes: that offering healing energy and prayers for others has profound healing effects on the sender, as well as the receiver. According to Lynne’s research, the sender receives exponentially more benefits than the receiver!

This podcast runs an hour. Given that the powerful techniques described take mere minutes, you’ll likely find it an hour well spent.

These Are the Stories We Don’t Always Hear … But They Are There, and Heartwarming!

This story happened in 2014, but I just came across it today. It’s short and definitely sweet. I know of so many outcomes like this, but I cannot usually share them due to confidentiality. For anyone who gets discouraged about humanity, please know that random acts of kindness change people’s lives.

Reaching out and making a difference in children’s lives can make a lasting shift. Offering help at the right time — not from a place of sacrifice, but from a place of inspiration — keeps us in flow and generates huge ripples. We don’t always know the follow-up stories of what a kind word, gesture or donation does, but if it feels right to be generous or to give someone a leg up, please know and trust that you are making a real difference.

You can’t legislate compassion, but you can foster it by recognizing those key moments when your presence and response aligns with Grace. When you become the answered prayer someone doesn’t even know they’re praying. We are all connected to the Touch of the Divine, and it flows with presence, attention, and stepping out of our own way.

Quick Updates and Flowers

Things are traveling at a whirlwind pace, but all moving along quite well! I find this very true in our own lives, and I hear equivalent reports from clients, friends and family. Once people experiencing any challenges notice that each challenge presents a chance to clarify, confirm and commit to the new, an energy shift emerges, turning the entire process into a blessing.

This happened to us last week, as initially, the sellers of our new home indicated they would not vacate by the Friday settlement date. A flurry of prayers, sacred chants, emails, texts, visualization, and a Reiki Healing Attunement apparently activated a much more positive timeline. Literally everything except the house itself changed overnight, including the individuals and situations involved — reworking not only to a fully vacated house, but also to major sync winks and uncanny blessings the whole day of our closing. Several “full circles” made everyone marvel at Divine guidance, and we just happened to meet the previous owner to the ones selling us the house.

She’s the now elderly woman who planted all the trees and flowers. On Friday, she just happened to drive by to check out the yellow irises she always loves to see bloom, whereupon she noticed the “Sold” sign and an open garage door.


She waited for us to come outside, introduced herself, gave us her phone number and offered to set us up with her former arborist and any information we’d like to know about the park like setting she created. She expressed sheer delight that another gardener is moving in, since Continue reading

My Dad’s Prayer Speech and Obituary

Today’s post will be the last in this series sharing my dad’s final weeks. As promised, on the day of my dad’s memorial service, I’m posting the prayer testimonial he had my sister, Erica, deliver to five church services a few weekends ago. If you’ve read this full series, you already know that my dad did not always believe in prayer, energy and things unseen. Although he opted for different treatment routes than I personally would have chosen, his cancer journey brought us much closer: between “chemo brain,” miraculous healing and divine intervention, my father finally began to understand the way I live my daily life.

He considered this speech one of the most important offerings of his life, and it seems appropriate that the “Prayer Is” conference takes place this week in the same location as his memorial service. The night of my dad’s “aura” experience, he had also finally given me permission to send him Reiki and to request all the Reiki students and Master Teachers I had trained to send Reiki to him. Prior to that day, he had felt varying degrees of fear or skepticism towards Reiki, but since that day, he gladly received it. In fact, his final moments on this Earth passed with me providing Reiki to his heart until I could no longer distinguish between its beating and my own pulse. Having my sister read this testimonial for him when he was too ill to do so himself was one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given him.

I have also included as my first comment below the beautiful obituary my brother, Craig, wrote for Sunday’s Morning Call. My dad always enjoyed teaching, and last night we encountered many students, colleagues, ride recipients, bridge partners, friends, relatives and casual acquaintances my dad affected in profound ways. Somehow, the combination of my dad’s words and my brother’s words about my dad seem like the fullest way to complete this series. I’ve heard from so many of you how this journey has affected your own lives, and I know my father would feel honored and humbled by his impact. Thank you for all the love and care for our family during this sacred time together.

Steve Derbenwick’s Witness Statement

Good Morning.   My name is Steve Derbenwick.   Around here I am probably best known as Jane Derbenwick’s husband with the weird cancer.  I had no exposure to religion as a child and only a little bit of church attendance in high school and graduate school plus a rigorous undergradate course on the Old Testament.  I have struggled with religious issues for most of my adult life but it has been hard for a highly analytical science oriented academic introvert like me to find the answers I sought.   Although I have been coming to First Pres for over four decades, I never went through the process to become a member.

With that preamble you may be wondering why I am up here today.  The answer is what happened in July 2011.  I was hospitalized with a type of total intestinal blockage that rarely affects adults.  Before my surgery Jane asked if I wanted to be on the Prayer Chain.  I said yes, but I confess I wasn’t very optimistic then that it would make a big difference.

During surgery, my doctor uncovered a marble sized lymphoma that had triggered the blockage.   Subsequent tests revealed I had a very rare and highly aggressive cancer called Mantle Cell Lymphoma with many golf ball sized and larger lymphomas throughout my body.  My case was the worst of its four varieties. The quoted mortality rate was 95% at 4 years but before I could deal with this life threatening cancer I faced a more immediate crisis.

About a week after my surgery, I awoke from a short afternoon nap, rang my buzzer and told my nurse I had no idea what was wrong with me but I felt horrible.  That complaint triggered a whole flurry of activity ending with a CAT scan that revealed a very large pulmonary embolism that would eventually make my right lung virtually useless for over 5 months.  That night I lay in bed fearing I could die if another clot affecting my other lung came through.  I remember thinking how terrible it would be to die without being able to say goodbye to the people I loved.  I remember praying that they could forgive me if that happened.  But before I got around to praying for myself, something amazing happened that I cannot really describe adequately.

Suddenly a very bright gold or orange aura appeared inside or surrounding my head.  The accompanying message was an assurance that everything would be all right and I relaxed.  What I thought then and still believe is that the prayers of everyone who had been praying for me somehow coalesced and formed this amazing protective shield.  I survived the night and the next day my nurse told me I was already turning blue when I rang buzzer the day before.  A week later I learned that one of the new resident doctors had spent that entire night in my room or just a few steps away from it.

My battle with the cancer then began and followed the usual progression – chemotherapy, radiation, remission, and relapse followed by a different chemotherapy.  Along the way my body decided a 6 week long nasty case of shingles in my head would just add to the fun.  The second type of chemotherapy was a total failure.  When it was finished in December 2013, all my tumors had at least doubled in size and I had twice as many.  I figured I had a couple of months to live but another miracle happened for me – the FDA had just given super accelerated approval to a new daily oral chemotherapy drug for my cancer based on just a Phase II study with only 111 subjects.   I started on that medicine immediately and 3 months later only one tumor was left.  In the spring of 2015, that tumor was presumably destroyed with radiation treatments although its shell still appears on a CAT scan.

During this long ordeal it was very easy for the negative thoughts like anger, frustration, self-pity, and depression to creep in.  Every time that happened I remembered that special night in the hospital and I relaxed.

In May 2015, I made a list of my 12 personal miracles – things that went my way but just as easily could have gone the other way.  Just imagine the odds of flipping a coin and having it come up heads 12 times in a row when your life depends on it.  That has been my experience.

What do I think I have done in my life to deserve such good luck – absolutely nothing.  I attribute it all to the power of all those prayers being said for me.  I am constantly amazed at how many people tell Jane they are praying for me even when I am not on the Official Prayer Chain.  Many of you do not even know me personally.  Thank you all so much.  I won’t classify my life as easy now but the fact that I am here today is evidence that those prayers really work.

On March 13 through March 17 First Pres will be offering its annual Prayer Is event.  I hope you can appreciate how meaningful and emotional this opportunity is for me every year.   I think everyone can benefit from devoting as many moments as you wish to the solitude, peace, introspection, and opportunity to pray for yourself and others that this dedicated prayer time and environment provides.  Please try to attend.

When I prepared these remarks a few weeks ago I expected to deliver them from a position of strength.  Instead I again find myself facing serious health issues and extreme fatigue.  Nevertheless I am very grateful to be able to tell you my story today.  Thank you for listening.

Revel in Paradise, Dad!

Hi Everyone,

This past few weeks has been such a blur of travel, visitors, hospital, hospice, 40-50 phone calls per day, 5-10 people in and out of the house each day, house closing, financial arrangements for my mom, moving arrangements and more. Mostly, we spent the time with my dad and/or honoring his last wishes.

On Friday and Saturday, my dad had the family reunion he had hoped for, as all three of his brothers and their wives came into town before my brother left for Chicago. My dad was so happy to see everyone together again, and each person got to say a personal goodbye to my dad. While my dad rested, we all spent quality time together at some good local restaurants and got caught up on the time since my grandmother passed in 2013. Some of them had seen each other since then, but not all together. The big family meals celebrated my dad’s life and all he had done for my grandmother.

David arrived last Sunday, and my dad immediately had the father-son-caregiver-to-caregiver talk he’d been so looking forward to. My dad felt a strong bond with David, because both of them took care of their parents — David continuing to care for both of his, my dad having cared for my Grandma Van for 37 years. My dad was so cute during that conversation. He had obviously given David’s situation a great deal of consideration, and he looked like a Zen Master in his hospital bed, with closed eyes, folded hands, and then quiet insights and words of wisdom. It turned out to be perfect timing, as we spoke for about an hour and a half. My dad didn’t have that kind of stamina after Sunday.

On Monday, he went for a platelet infusion, and one of his favorite ministers from my mom’s church surprised him there with a prayer session. Even though the journey and treatment took hours, my dad arrived home extremely lucid and enthused — quite different than his usual knocked out response to platelets. He and I spoke for awhile that evening, and he said, “Laura, this was a good day!” By then, I had arranged a date for their move, and we were on countdown to signing the paperwork for my parents’ new house.

Tuesday was a very rough day for him, but fortunately, by that point, we had a live in caregiver who had already really bonded with my dad. She made that day as easy as possible for him, as did various hospice visitors, while my mom, David and I ran all the errands and made and answered the avalanche of phone calls related to their move, his care, relatives, and setting things into place for my mom. Somewhere in there, due to David’s extra support, I managed to get caught up on most of the previous week’s cancelled phone sessions.

Wednesday, my mom, David and I met the realtor at the new house for the walk through and then attended the signing with my mom, while I kept my sister and brother apprised of any developments and got my mom’s utilities set up and switched over to her name. Their power of attorney wasn’t strong enough for my mom to sign for the house on her own, so the title company woman drove to my parents’ house and waited for nearly two hours as I coached my dad through all those signatures, held the clipboard for him, and ensured he got sufficient breaks along the way. She was wonderful. It was heartbreaking seeing how difficult signing his name had become for my dad, but we all knew this was a key goal for him before he passed. He did it!

On Tuesday night, I had let my dad know we wanted to take my mom out to celebrate the house signing and asked if he wanted us to bring him anything on Wednesday for his own celebration. He suggested taking my mom to a Turkish restaurant near their home and asked for us to bring him a Menchie’s frozen yogurt on our way home, since the places were next door to each other. Even though my dad had eaten nothing for days at that point, he made sure to eat his celebratory vanilla frozen yogurt! He thanked me, kissed my hand, and said he loved me. He finished the other half of his yogurt on Thursday morning, and then slipped into a largely non-responsive state.

Thursday was a rough day for him — and for all of us who heard him suffering. We switched prayers for healing to prayers for a swift and easy transition. By evening, a night nurse with a lot of experience at this stage came for an overnight stay and helped us to figure out which medications would help and which increased his agitation. She got him calmed down, but he was still somewhat restless into Friday, when we had arranged for a massage therapist/Reiki Master from hospice to be here, as well as his minister. My sister took off work that day, too, and read him a message and some verses from a minister my dad had really connected with before the pastor moved to Texas. As the hospice worker sent Reiki to my dad’s feet, I sent it to his crown, so he was bathed in healing energy for much of the morning. I had trained my sister last July to Reiki Level 1, and she gave him a lot of Reiki during that time, too.

Yesterday afternoon, I realized for sure that he would not make it until next Wednesday, when we had the appointment with the funeral home, so I called to see if they could meet with us sooner. David agreed to stay with my dad while my mom, sister and I made arrangements to honor him in an appropriate way. David says that as soon as we sat down for the meeting with the funeral director, my dad’s breathing changed, and his body became completely peaceful. He remained that way for the rest of the day.

Since David had planned to leave this morning, he and I met my sister and nephews out for gluten-free vegan pizza to help them process losing their grandpa. My mom and a caregiver my dad knew were both here while we ate dinner. We all had a good time together, and then Google maps directed David and me a truly bizarre way to get home. As a result, we passed the ABE airport, and I remembered all the times my dad had dropped me off there, all the goodbyes. I cried and told David, “My dad’s never going to drop me off at the airport again.” Then I remembered how happy my dad was when my flight got cancelled after Grandma Van’s funeral. He picked me up again after hours at the airport and even though he’d need to drive me there at 5 a.m. the next day, he said, “I’m so glad you missed your flight. It felt too sudden to have you leave so fast. I’m glad we’ll get the extra time together.”

When David and I returned home last night, I sat with my dad for awhile, gave him some Reiki, kissed his forehead and said I love you and goodbye. My father passed very peacefully around 8:30 p.m. East Coast time last night (3/11/16). I had just said my goodbye and stepped into the shower. David and my mom ran up to say my father had stopped breathing. I threw on some clothes, ran downstairs and put my hand on his heart, which was still beating strongly. I gave him Reiki until his heart stopped, so he passed with Reiki, me, David and my mom there, plus a nice caregiver he had met before and liked.  It was as peaceful as someone could pass. So glad I came when I did, and David and I felt he would pass while we were both here.

My sister and I agreed that I’ll post my dad’s prayer testimonial she read two Sunday’s ago as my blog’s memorial service to my dad. I had written his eulogy while he still lived, so that he could read it. Not only did my dad read that eulogy, but he printed it out and read it each morning “to strengthen” him. My sister and I both independently had the idea for me to post his speech on my blog, and I will do so on the day of his memorial service. We’re still making arrangements.

Last night, after hospice and the funeral home had taken care of my dad’s body, we spent time with my mom and then got ready for bed. As we were in my dad’s old bathroom, I clearly heard my dad say, “Thank you, Laura.” Then he paused and said with delight, “Wow, it’s really nice up here!” Another pause, and then, “Tell your mother I love her.”

My dad, who always loved his physical space, got his new home after all — just much more expansive than he imagined. His parakeet, Buddy, has been very subdued all week, but this morning, he started singing and ringing his bell to the point where David said, “Maybe Buddy’s singing to Steve right now.” Buddy cocked his head at us and went on singing.

Revel in Paradise, Dad! We love you!

Status Update on my Dad and Sessions

Hi, and thanks to everyone for your continued prayers, love and energy healing. My family and I do appreciate them and can feel them working in our lives. So many little synchronicities and loving encounters continue to fill our lives. Thank you.

I’m writing primarily so that I have a quick link I can send in response to so many emails, especially emails inquiring about scheduling sessions right now. Since people don’t seem to be reading all the way to the bottom of updates, I’m posting the session announcement first, with my dad’s status update below. For some reason, I’ve been receiving an unusually high influx of new session requests from people who’ve been reading my blog or have known about me for years but decided this is the time they want to jump in for our work together. I encourage jumping in, but my pool is shifting right now, so anyone wanting time with me needs to have patience.

As I’ve mentioned, I need extreme flexibility in scheduling for the foreseeable future, but especially for the next few weeks. I’m not shutting down my business, but the kind of work I do requires total presence, focus, expansive consciousness, a private room, and deep emotional reserves, as many of those I help are going through major transitions in their lives. Right now, my family and I are going through that sort of transition. I’m prioritizing sessions that need to be rescheduled, but at this point I cannot offer anything new before the week of March 21st, and even that might get pushed back pending new developments.

Yesterday morning, my dad received news that his cancer has now filled his bone marrow. Normally, this would mean he has only weeks, if that, to live, but I can actually see all the life force energy pouring into the crown of his head. It’s a tremendous flow, and it seems to be keeping the cancer contained at this time. Although my dad’s platelet counts remain dangerously low, his other blood work indicates no spread of the cancer. That could change at any moment, but for now, his unusual state keeps baffling everyone at the hospital. He knows he’s receiving so much prayer and healing, though, that he credits this (and his attitude) with keeping him alive long enough to accomplish as many of his remaining to-do’s as possible.

My dad, his doctor, and our family have decided to transition my dad to “palliative” care, and my dad strongly prefers to return home. Given the extent of his non-cancer symptoms, this would require round the clock care, so today we are interviewing not only  hospice providers who can work in the home, but also visiting nurse organizations, since he needs 24 hour care in order to make this time as pain free and lucid as possible. Ironically, the non-cancer quality of life issues make it likely that my dad will be able to continue receiving treatments that can prolong his life in a positive way, since he needs platelet infusions in order to tolerate other “quality of life” options not normally considered part of hospice.

My brother spoke with my dad’s oncologist, who says my dad is one of his all time favorite patients, and this doctor wants to go above and beyond to ensure my dad can extend his time since my dad continues to touch so many people’s lives. We have received so much feedback from people all around town about my dad’s speech about the power of prayer in his life. At first, my dad felt disappointed he didn’t have strength to read it himself, but the power of having my sister read it at five church services has created a flood of impact on so many people. Wherever we go, people seem to have heard the speech and mention how deeply and powerfully it affected them. My dad’s doctor (and we) would like to make as many of my dad’s dying wishes come true, particularly since most of them are very service oriented. He seems to have developed a powerful intuitive ability to know just who needs to hear what right now, and this brings him tremendous joy.

He’s completely at peace with his situation, but he would love to spend some time in my parents’ new house. This means we are pushing up the original move date, and I will remain in PA to help coordinate a sooner rather than later move. As “official decorator” of their new home, I will also stay long enough to get them settled. My brother and I got to tour the 55+ community my 70+ year old parents are moving to, and we’re both so relieved my mom will have such friendly, warm and involved people around her. The new house has huge windows and a gas fireplace — both things my mom loves and finds deeply nurturing. The fingerprints of the Divine cover this entire process, and more so than sadness (although that’s there, too), I feel overwhelmed with tears of gratitude. It’s seriously enough to burst my heart multiple times per day.

We have all three of my dad’s brothers and their wives arriving tonight/this weekend, David arriving Saturday or Sunday (pending weather), and many, many, many meetings this week in order to arrange both my dad’s transition into the old home with proper care, as well as all the logistics about purchasing this new house. Signing occurs on the 9th, and then I will need to arrange movers to pack and unpack belongings, plus, assuming my dad’s still with us, how to get him from one place to the other. As the child with the most flexibility of schedule, responsibility for most of this next phase falls to me.

My brother and sister have both been amazing in their own efforts, but we need to protect them from burnout. I know all about burnout from watching what David has gone through caring for his own parents, and I will not put my siblings through that. We are each taking turns, selecting our own special skill sets to determine who does what. With me having moved … ohhhh, 42 times … I’m the mover/decorator. With me having helped so many people transition to the Otherside, I’m also the walker between worlds and the appropriate one to shoulder much of this time for people. My sister’s local, and my brother will return again as his job permits. He’s already almost out of vacation days!

In terms of timing, my dad has anywhere between weeks to up to six months. I have him reading Dr. Bruce Lipton’s “The Biology of Belief,” which he finds very interesting. My dad has an extremely powerful mind and is very, very receptive to miracles. He reminds everyone how open he is to “Miracle Number 13,” but he also knows he has led a full life and feels the full extent of our love for him.

I’m off to the first of three meetings and many phone calls today. Those of you awaiting reschedules, thanks for your patience. I should have a much better idea next week. We just need to get these logistics in place for my dad to be able to come home.

Much love and gratitude,


Another Update on My Dad

(More recent updates in comments, too…)

Hi, and thank you again to everyone sending prayers, love, healing and support to my dad, me, and my entire family. There are an increasing number of moving parts and decisions, so timing and outcome are very difficult to predict. I spent much of yesterday in conversation, emails and texts with my mom, brother, sister and my neurologist uncle, as my dad’s situation keeps shifting hour by hour.

David and I are packing and have arranged for an immediate road trip if needed; however, the original timing still works best for everyone if things ease up. Much of that depends on my dad’s decisions, which we are all trying to honor, giving him as much dignity and agency as possible, while also still looking out for his short term health and overall quality of life. His health situation remains quite complex, with competing priorities resulting in highly different choices right now.

I am at peace with my father and on very good terms, as well as able to communicate telepathically, with repeatedly verified results, so David and I are just trying to ensure that the timing of our visit provides the most support and least disruption for everyone — including my sister, Erica, who is currently shouldering most of the local responsibility, while also being a mom to my two nephews, who are very close to their grandpa.

My brother is considering another trip to PA, but again, the on-the-ground logistics and my dad’s pending decisions largely determine what would be appropriate, supportive timing. My mom’s holding up pretty well and receives a lot of support and encouragement from her church, too. Speaking of church, my sister is reading my dad’s speech to all five of the services, beginning last night. He was unable to deliver his own stories of the power of prayer in his life, but he’s very grateful that my sister was willing and able to do so on his behalf. I’m sure there will not be a dry eye in all five services!

In any case, I appreciate the ongoing care, support and concern from everyone here and elsewhere. In terms of sessions this week, there are potential scenarios in which everything’s perfectly fine in PA, and David and I leave with the original timing, in which case, all scheduled sessions remain as is. With so many decisions, personalities and shifts, I need to have the flexibility to travel at a moment’s notice, and so it’s possible that I might need to make last minute changes. In that event, I promise to reschedule as soon as possible. I’m not not-scheduling future sessions (in other words, I am scheduling future sessions) because there are trajectories in which this week through six months are perfectly fine, and other trajectories in which this week, three weeks or two months from now become chaotic.

Until my dad’s situation stabilizes, I will just need to be a little more fluid than usual in terms of scheduling. Thank you for understanding, and again, thank you for your care and concern. This will likely be my last update regarding my dad until we have a much better sense of which path he decides to take.

Much love and gratitude, Laura


Update on My Dad

Thank you to all of you who have sent continued prayers and energy healing for my father! Several people have recently asked for an update, so I’ll share what I can here. For those of you who want to add him to your own lists, his name is Steve Derbenwick.

My dad was really struggling before I wrote last week’s post requesting prayers and Reiki, but my parents both said they could sense all the prayers coming their way once he got re-upped on my mom’s prayer list and with all my amazing blog readers’ energies, prayers and intentions. Truly, thank you! We’re deeply blessed to have such a worldwide group of powerful healers, shamans, Reiki Practioners and Master Teachers, prayer warriors, love beings, and adepts sending energy to our family.

I did some shamanic Dreamwork with my dad on Friday, the 19th, and felt the situation shift even more, which my dad confirmed the following morning. He was still very weak but felt much more “here.” He also let me know that he had printed out my prayer request/tribute to him so that he could read it every day. He felt it would “strengthen him,” and he appreciated everyone’s loving comments. Just knowing that so many people he’s never even met care about him has really touched his heart.

According to my sister and mother, who actually see my dad on a regular basis, he’s still very, very weak. My brother and I have needed to become more involved in his care from a distance, as well, but I am grateful that my siblings and I work well together, honoring our own different gifts and strengths in order to help manage things as best as we can. Yesterday, my dad had a platelet infusion and a bone marrow scan, though he will not receive his results for another week.

The test and procedure yesterday left him exhausted, but we’re all hoping he will rally enough to give his previously scheduled prayer testimonial at several church services tonight and tomorrow. My dad credits prayer with bringing many, many miracles into his life since his cancer diagnosis, and he wants to share his stories to help inspire others to participate in a prayer week at my mom’s church. My post last week describes some of my dad’s transition from total skeptic to open-hearted mystic, but it doesn’t capture the depth of feeling he has for being able to give back to those who’ve helped him.  My mom and sister have arranged a wheelchair for him and reduced the number of times he’s scheduled to share his story.

Even so, getting him there and having his voice strong enough to carry through the microphone, and his energy steady enough to do his talks remains a huge challenge. Any energy you feel called to send to support this process would be greatly appreciated. I’ve read my dad’s speech, and even though I’ve heard his stories before, it always starts the tears of Grace flowing.My dad feels this is one of the most important tasks he has right now, so I hope for his sake and for his listeners that he can share his story. If you knew my dad, you would know what an incredibly healing and generous heart-opening his desire to share such private stories with hundreds of people really is!

David and I made arrangements in case we need to change our travel arrangements to arrive sooner than our scheduled date in March, but so far, the original timing still seems Divinely orchestrated. We’ve even got synchronous house-sitters lined up. Thank you again to everyone sending positive energy to our visit. We’ve got special events on either end of the visit, too, all of which seem significant to the larger journey of everyone involved.

I know many people are ill, struggling or transitioning right now. Sessions are filled with people dealing with various intensities and life changing events. Clients, friends and blog readers keep privately asking me how I’m doing, so I’ll share a little here. Overall, I’m doing well, though, of course, a range of emotions flow through me in any given moment. Gratitude remains my dominant feeling, since we have already had an extra 4.5 years with my dad beyond his original prognosis. We’ve all used that time well!

I’ve also had the opportunity to observe many families dealing with crises, which makes me acutely aware of how lucky I am to have capable, caring and involved siblings who share similar ideas about what needs to be done when. This process has strengthened our three-way communication, and having watched our dad shoulder so much responsibility with his own mother, we’re all mindful of distributing responsibilities as evenly as we can, given our varying proximities and skills.  Thank you for including my whole family in your prayers, energy and intentions, because as any caregiver knows, the supportive roles need support, too!

Fortunately, David’s family’s ongoing crises that we moved to Goshen to manage have begun to ease, which means he has more energy and needs less support from me right now. Perhaps in anticipation of the increased focus on my own family, or maybe just due to the grey winter in Goshen, I’ve felt a deep need to cocoon myself in beauty. I feel fine for sessions and am actually enjoying them. But in my personal life, I need to go with the flow right now, so please excuse slower and much shorter responses to chatty emails.

Even before my dad’s health took this sudden downturn, I had withdrawn more into my permaculture design course, a lovely Druid course, and setting things up to support me writing books again, both fiction and non-fiction. This all feels good and perfectly timed, but with the increased family stress and responsibilities, it’s not a luxury. I need this inner time to rejuvenate myself, and I stay on path in order to walk through this time period with ease and grace.

I spent yesterday afternoon studying permaculture and drinking in the beauty of my new writing office. The windows overlook my snow covered gardens, but the snow didn’t stop dozens of birds from darting around the lovingly planted trees and shrubs. A robin visited me as I sat on my rocker, reading and smiling. Between the bright wall colors, gorgeous tapestry from sweet faery twin, Tania Marie, views of my growing food forest, and a magical mandala rug, yesterday transported me into the all encompassing beauty my soul craves. It’s chilly in that writing office, though, so I realized I finally have a perfect spot for one of those electric fireplaces or old fashioned electric wood stove heaters I’ve long wanted. I think the extra coziness of a fire element between rocking chair and computer desk will take that room over the Moon. 🙂

I’ll leave you with some of yesterday’s views from my rocking chair, as well as heartfelt gratitude for all the care and prayers of such wonderful, kind, and powerful blog readers. Thank you, thank you! Much love and continued blessings! ~ Laura


mandala rug