Yesterday I took the low road. And I hope to not travel that road any time soon. The view was as unpleasant as the exchange of energy. I felt ill-at-ease for some time afterward.

I realize now that it was the only option I had. But I'm still feeling the effects of my going there. I'm still looking for the lesson and the appropriateness of my reaction to being placed in an uncomfortable and unwelcome situation.

I've dissected, analyzed and asked for Guidance. I've begun the process of letting go and forgiving myself and the others involved. I've prayed and sent Love and Light.

But there's still a vague uneasiness because yesterday I took the low road.

This evening you will find me at the Spiritual Science Fellowship (or SSF) located on Inglis Street in Halifax.

From 6:00pm to 6:45pm I, and fellow SSF members trained in different modalities, will be offering Healing before the service. During the service I will be talking about Psychic Protection and how you can protect your energies from being influenced by the energies around you.

There's also a visiting guest from Montreal who will be sharing her Gifts of Spirit from the platform.

I have met and interacted with many wonderful Souls at the SSF and look forward to being with them this evening.

If you feel guided to join us..... please do.

I, for one, would be delighted to see you.

I am extremely sensitive to scents. This can make life challenging at times. Exposure to chemical (and some natural) scents can cause a chain reaction that ends up with me feeling ill for hours or days. On some occasions exposures have resulted in my being rushed to the Emergency Room to receive treatment for Anaphylaxis.

Most clients, friends and family are careful to not expose me to scents but every so often I have to deal with the after-effects of a scent someone is wearing.

A few weeks ago I was hugged by someone wearing a scent that I am allergic to. By the time I realized they were wearing the substance it was too late. The scent was in my hair, on my clothing, and the substance was on my face and hands.

I knew I had to get home to shower, as that was the only way I could get rid of the scent. The 30 minute drive home was a challenge. My asthma flared up and I was concerned that I may end up in hospital. I got home, showered, then threw the clothes I was wearing in the washer. Even with those measures taken I wasn't myself for several days.

After that event I was reminded of something a very kind Soul did when I ran into them a few months ago. I was delighted to see them and went in for a hug. Thankfully, they backed away and said, "I'm wearing scent." Their quick thinking saved me from an exposure. I was so grateful that I could have, well, hugged them....... but didn't.

So, if you see me somewhere and you're wearing scents.... don't let me hug you. I will be eternally grateful.

This past week I had the honour of facilitating the Interment of Memere's ashes. Memere was my husband's Grandmother and someone I had a great deal of love and respect for.

We made the 4 hour trip to New Brunswick and met with other family members before proceeding to the cemetery where her ashes would be placed in the plot where her husband is buried.

When I was Ordained it really didn't occur to me that I would be performing this type of service for a family member or the feelings it would evoke.

I prepared as if I would for any Sacred ceremony... making sure everyone knew what would take place, preparing copies detailing the Rite of Interment, and making sure I honoured the belief systems of those who were attending.

I knew it would be challenging. I also knew I had to set aside my own feelings, temporarily, so I could handle the task at hand. Thank God I didn't truly understand just how challenging it would be.

I focused on what my role was and the Rite, itself. I got through the process with a voice that shook, at times, when the enormity of what was taking place became overwhelming. You see, I had taken into consideration how challenging it would be to deal with my own grief, but I hadn't realized how strongly I would be affected by the grief of the other family members. I loved these people and they were hurting. And I felt that so strongly.

But we got through it. We honoured Elmonde Babineau in a way she deserved to be honoured. She would have been so proud of how much care  had been taken to ensure the process was both dignified and loving. I'm sure she was watching because, knowing Memere, she would not have wanted to miss it.

And I am so very grateful that I had the opportunity to facilitate Memere's Interment.