An Outstanding 8-week Course on Personal and Spiritual Development with Michele Elizabeth

I consider myself a phase one graduate today. I have completed the most ambitious and self-valuing experience of my life.  What did I learn?  I am going to try to share just a portion of the gifts I gained over the 8 weeks. The great part, I get to continue training and growing.

First, let me introduce you to Michele Elizabeth Life Coach and Mystic.

Michele Elizabeth

Having worked for herself and run many successful businesses since the age of 20, Michele also put herself through University and earned a BSc (Hons) in Psychology with The OU.


Growing up Michele always thought that she would be a Journalist until life changed her path and she began questioning her own thoughts and emotions and so began her journey of self- discovery.


Michele was born able to sense the energy of others, causing a great deal of confusion growing up but she didn’t start to consciously develop her psychic and then mystic abilities until she was in her mid 20’s. By the time she was in her 30’s she was using her Mystic abilities not only in her personal life but also in the practical day to day running of her businesses, much to the amazement of her employees.


Although Michele has had many successful businesses over the years in many different sectors her love has always been helping people unlock their true potential. She spent many years as a counsellor, hypnotherapist and Meditation teacher until life once again took her in another direction.

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I bet like most people you want a happy purposeful life.

A life with no stress, worries and burdens.

To live debt free with an abundance of money allowing you to really live your life.

You probably want to work less and live more, more time for family and friends, longer holidays and leisure time.

You want to make an impact on your world, to give something in service of others. To be bold enough to stand up and say this is who I am.

To be free from illness, physical mental and emotional

To live surrounded by love and laughter


These are just some of things that most of us want and rightly so, it isn’t a matter of deserving it nor is it out of your reach, it is all yours to have if that’s what you choose.


I did it and I am living a consistently joyful and abundant life, so can you.




I committed myself to my own journey of self-discovery and development. I began looking within for the reasons my life was unhappy and this is what I discovered;”

I started the course with an open mind and was interested in how a life coach could help an old bird like me.  Day 1 the processing was explained and it was like a light shone down on my brain and I connected with what she was saying.

What was she saying?  I will give you my non-professional answer.  She was saying that when you feel attacked by words or actions of another, tt is not their problem it is a problem within you. She asked us to look at a time when we felt attacked. I had something that totally pushed my buttons first thing that morning. So I wrote it down. I read it back. I squeezed out the emotion I felt at that moment and the words and actions that had caused that much reaction from me.

From that moment I began the homework that Michele calls processing,  I began to change my own perception of me. The secret perception with all the hurts of a lifetime, the mean names I have been called, the intentional slights that cut to the quick. All those secret times I told myself I deserve to be treated unfairly because of all these moments, memories, and emotions in my mind. When someone accidentally stepped on my sore emotional toes. I went emotionally ballistic.

One week later, with the techniques, she showed in just the first lesson, I was able to step back, remind myself of my new philosophy of value, worth, love and acceptance, allowing the pain of just one week earlier to stop.

I applied it to one trigger, then I applied it to another, and then another. Each one disappeared. It was unbelievable. I was doing this for myself with Michele’s teachings and techniques. I am over 50 and I have been a wounded pup most of those years. Now I am not hurt. I am not being constantly relegated to mean names and derogatory terms. I truly feel I have worth… value… meaning.

I truly was like, no way! I am pretending not to be hurt. I have to be pretending to myself it is all ok. but it was real. I really felt that I was ok even when someone was doing the same things that a week prior caused me such pain. I was not being hurt. I was able to release that and not feel the triggers that had been so out of control 6 days earlier.

Now when someone changes their game plan to get under my skin, I pause and listen to the words. I accept those words are not me. They do not represent me. I am not mean, I am not crazy, I am not selfish. I am getting better every day and I am not saying I am perfect, I am just not allowing the old words to cause me pain.

It is like spring zoomed into my mind and my spirit and the deer are frolicking about in my heart. I heard birds chirping and sat outside and listened as I meditated on this new opportunity. I am renewed.

Perhaps you saw the video I posted on Facebook where the birds were singing and I wrote out Morning Has Broken word by emotional word.

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the singing Praise for the morning. Praise for them springing fresh from the world.

The morning had truly broken in my heart and in my mind. I had been provided tools to keep the morning breaking fresh and new every day. I now have that power in me.

This was just week one.

Each week was a different lesson. Each week provided insight into a different aspect of finding the internal happiness that I longed for. I will be posting and linking back to this post. I will also be linking back to Michele Elizabeth’s pages.  This journey has just begun.

I will be sharing in seven more posts a bit of what I found. Believe me, I will only be touching the highlights. There was just so much to learn. Join in the recap of the most powerful eight weeks ever.

This is the most emotional review I have ever written and week one earned   ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ‘s



Book Review: Running Still by Steven Sheiner

Running StillRunning Still by Steven Sheiner


  • Genre: Medical Thriller
  • Print Length: 354 pages
  • Publication Date: May 12, 2017
  • Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B071S4NKJJ

My Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

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Book Review: The Road to Paradise by Karen Barnett

The Road to Paradise (Shadows of the Wilderness #1)The Road to Paradise by Karen Barnett

  • Paperback: 352 pages
  • Publisher: WaterBrook (June 6, 2017)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0735289549
  • ISBN-13: 978-0735289543

My Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

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Sharing Friday Fun and Family Friendly Post from Nancy Quinn! Enjoy!

New concepts by Nancy Quinn 

We had experienced many new concepts since leaving city life behind and moving out west. Conversations now focused on matters that I never thought would cross my lips—horses, cows, horseshoes, supplements, small farm animals, and wild animals. Weather also was a big topic, as well as how to protect yourself and your homestead from it. We learned about growing fruits and vegetables and, of course, we experimented with various means of dealing with the dreaded varmints, especially the chipmunks and squirrels who regularly threatened them.

The wildlife that lived on my place loved me. Each time they saw a new plant in the yard or in a pot, they assumed the buffet line was open. Deer, chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits relished every flower I set out. It was so frustrating. They should have been satisfied with the bird seed they raided out of the feeder every day, but no, they were glutinous to a fault.


One particular chipmunk, a rather industrious fellow, climbed inside the long plastic tube of the bird feeder, and ate so much seed, he became too fat to climb out again. I discovered his plight when I went to refill the feeder and saw one eye smashed against the plastic cylinder, blinking at me. I was so startled I nearly dropped the feeder on the ground. I shook it vigorously upside down, trying to get him out, but he barely budged. Kobi stood by, anxiously licking his chops in anticipation. I removed the top from the feeder and gave it one last huge fling. A furry torpedo flew past the dog and plopped to the ground, rolling. As soon as he stopped rolling, he righted himself and scurried to the shelter of a nearby tree. He was too fat to run very fast, and though Kobi pursued him, he managed to dodge safely about and made good his escape. I thought that was the end of it until a few days later I found him again stuck in the feeder. Apparently, he had to lose some weight before he was thin enough to climb back into the tube. Some chipmunks never learn.

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Bedtime Chats: A summer ritual at the Summer Cottage

The end of the school year means the seven-year-old moves into Grandma’s bedroom for a few months.  With this summer cottage atmosphere, there are long talks into the night.
Here is a sampling of tonight’s conversation between Sarah and Grandma.

G. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.

S. Wait! What’s your favorite fruit?

G. Bananas.

S. I knew you were going to say that. Mine are grapes.  What’s your second favorite?

G. Grapes are my second favorite. What is your second favorite?

S. Bananas! What’s your next favorite fruit?  I hope it isn’t that fruit that stinks!

G. What fruit stinks? I think my next favorite fruit is Watermelon.

S. Same.

G. What fruit stinks?

S. I can’t think of its name.  What is your least favorite fruit?

G. Limes, they are too sour for me.

S. Same.  Well, actually my least favorite is grapes with ranch.

G. Laughing out loud, eww grapes with ranch?  You’ve tried that?

S. Laughing louder, Yes! It was the worst. What’s your next favorite Fruit?

G. Mango. I love mango.

S. Oh no, Grandma, that’s the fruit that stinks.

G. No way! Mangos smell good! But I also love Kiwi.

S. Same.  Wait, what do they look like?

G. Green with little black seeds.

S. Oh yes, I like them but I do not like avocados.

G. You don’t like avocados?

S. Or guacomole, it is made from avocados.

G. I love apples, applesauce, and apple butter!

S. Applebutter? What is that?

G. It is a sweet thing your Aunt Casey knows how to make.

S. hmm

G.Goodnight Sarah! I love you!

S. Goodnight Grandma. You know I love you, right?

G. I know you do! You know I love you too, right? Sweet dreams!!

Nodding, Sarah grabs my hand and sleeps holding it until I got back up to write this.

Summers are good.  Much better than grapes with ranch.

Finding my Childhood in an Antique Store!

This weekend was the Beer Cheese Festival in Winchester Kentucky.  If you are like me, until I moved here six years ago, I had never heard of beer cheese.  After I moved here I wasn’t game to try it for several years. Then I found a garlic beer cheese and I broke down and gave it a try. It was great with salty crackers. So each year we go down to the main street and walk up and down the historic district wandering in and out of antique shops, boutiques, and gift stores.

We had wandered into a little shop really close to the courthouse and that’s when history started calling to me.  There on the top shelf was a doll house I had when I was a child. Complete with designed nursery walls, wallpapered kitchen, built in fireplace, and the wobbly tin frame. Want to see what I am talking about?  Take a look!  Modern 60’s family home made from tin.

Want to see what I am talking about?  Take a look!  Modern 60’s family home made from tin.




After finding the house, what else did I find in that same antique shop? The little stove and refrigerator my sister and I played with as very young children.  These appliances kept us busy for hours and we even had a little sink that went with the set.

As we leave that one antique store, I figure I am finished with my leisurely stroll down memory lane, but I found that not to be the case.  We only went two shops down and once again, I was confronted with memories of New Year’s Eve, birthday parties and summers on the farm with my grandparents.  Ten to one, my baby brother had the ship or the truck.  I know he had a metal pedal car. He wrecked it really badly one time careening down a hill.  I went racing up the hill and told my mother, “Ray’s head is all gunky.”  She almost fainted when she saw him and his road rashed face.

Metal noisemakers and toys anyone?


Angie, my daughter and I were given a few looks when I picked up the bell noisemaker and clanked it a few times.  Oh, the feels were strong on hearing that metallic ring.


Wandering over to the other side of the shop, Angie says, “Hey, I used to play with one of these at Aunt Cheryl’s house.”  We were really going old with these next two toys. They were items my grandparents collected and we cherished.  We are out of the tin and aluminum age, we are going back to the iron age. Meet the iron toys!

The stove with its little iron skillets and pots are no doubt still at my sister’s house entertaining her grandchildren just as they entertained my daughter and her children 30 years ago.  The ice wagon, however, resided in my house. In fact, the one we had, contained two little children peeking out the back end of the wagon.  We called them Hansel and Gretel because of her long braids.

To finish the afternoon of my antique childhood, we jumped to the mid-seventies and I was able to wow my grandson with the modern and brand new technology which allowed me to learn to type at the speed of sound. (I am including all the backspacing and erasing in the speed tests.) My thoroughly technologically groundbreaking machine.  The IBM electric typewriter with the ball strike and the ink cartridges.


I left the festival a little grayer, a little more droop to my step, and a little embarrassed that I am older than the invention of the computer.  Oh, yes! That was mentioned.

I might bemoan and joke about the antiques of my youth, but it was so nice to find these little living memories and share them with the family.  I know that one day, they will be strolling into an antique shop and will say, “Hey! I remember having one of these!”  It brings the long lost kid to the surface, to take a peek at what made them so happy such a long time ago.


9 Ways To Avoid A Humiliating Public Failure At Your Book Signing Event

This is an excellent article on planning a book signing. I am taking notes and planning my first event. I want it to be an upbeat fun experience, this looks like it would make that happen! Thank you, Dan Alatorre, for this post! I am sharing it!

Dan Alatorre

Your humble host. your humble host

You finally worked up the nerve to ask a real, live bookstore to have you sign books at an event!

Okay, you emailed them.

But they replied and now you have a signing event! Woo hoo!

Uh oh…

A real live event.With people.

Or worse, maybe with NO people.

I can hear your heart pounding from here. You’ve heard horror stories about signings. Nobody came. Nobody bought a book…


It can happen even if you DO plan. So what do you do? After all, for the most part you tend to be humiliation-averse.

Good thing I was here!

I have 9 tips for what you need to make your signing a hit, plus some bonus tips for before and after the event, and a few planning/social media suggestions.

The biggest thing to…

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Book Review: How Music Works by David Byrne

How Music WorksHow Music Works by David Byrne

  • Paperback: 384 pages
  • Publisher: Three Rivers Press; Reprint edition (May 2, 2017)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0804188939
  • ISBN-13: 978-0804188937

My Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

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Facebook and Goodreads Meld into one unified Group.

Today there is an active and ready for participation group on both Goodreads and Facebook.  These groups share a common name, Parents, Find Children’s Books and Authors. This is an excellent time to join up and look for new authors, old classics, fun series, and child appealing characters.


Let’s start with a few links to show where you can join in the fun.  On Goodreads, you may join the group here.  Now before you think this is just another crazy idea bunny from Vicki, I can assure you we already have over 20 members. They might be quiet now, but you know I will get them talking sooner or later, I am hoping for sooner.

topics of discussion

Facebook is newer and less formed, but it is there ready for occupancy. The paint is a little sticky and the grout is still drying, but we are open for business. So meander on into the Facebook group here.


So let’s talk about group plans on both sites.  We see this as a group that can share great books and new soon to be great books with children and their parents.  A chance to meet a few authors, order a signed copy of a book, ask questions of writers, readers, authors, publishers, and all genre specific.

Readers, meet your authors

This is not a spamming site where links will be posted on a daily basis running off readers with their sheer magnitude. There will be a book room where books can be listed, there will be an area for discounts, freebies, and giveaways. There will be an area for new releases.  So come on over to one of the two sites (read join both!) Share your skills in the children’s literature, early reader, chapter books, and child-friendly series.


What we need most at this point is word of mouth and sharing of the links. We are talking full out sharing, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Google +, Reddit, Tumbler, and any other site you have seen parents, readers, and or authors lurking.  Help us make this a fun and totally interactive place for parents, readers, authors, and children at heart. And by all means, if you are a reader, writer, child at heart, then join us! We can’t wait to meet you too!


A Special Day with Many Faces, Come Share Today With Me.

Today is June 2, 2017, and for everyone else, this might be a mundane Friday, for me, I am doing more than the Friday dance, I am in full celebratory dancing mode. Why you ask?  I will tell you!

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