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Twas the Night Before Christmas


Twas the night before Christmas and all throught the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there,
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads
And momma and her kerchief and I and my cap
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a minature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
With A little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen,
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Now dash away, dash way, dash away all,
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricanes fly
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky
so up to the house top his coursers they flew
with a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicolas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
His clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plumb, a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
A wink fof his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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Holiday Music

I really could not think of a better way to spend Sunday than with some music which stirs emotions for the heart and spirit. Enjoy!

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Happy . . . Merry . . . Joyous . . .

I officially have the Christmas spirit. I’m emotionally ready to celebrate in a completely new way this year. Of course when I was young I reveled in the gifts, anticipation of waiting for Santa, sitting outside in the cold dark listening intently for sleigh bells or a glimpse of the angels watching over the night skies. And I really don’t care what you call this magical time of year; Christmas, Hanukkah, Advent, Yule, the holidays, or ‘just another day’. Yesterday marked the beginning of the twelve most spiritual days of the year for me. I celebrated the solstice, and I have something special planned for each of the remaining eleven days of Yule. William and I have decided to celebrate in more traditional, ‘old ways’ this year. There will not be presents under our tree, of course we took care of our children and grandchildren. The two of us plan to reconnect with the spirits and celebrate our connection to the Universe and all that is part of it. It is actually hard to put into words because it is such a deep, soul level, spirit emotion that we are celebrating. We are fostering peace, calm, respect and appreciation for our lives, each other and the Divine Creator we worship.

For those of you with traumatic memories which you believe have ruined this time of year for you, I invite you to look for ways to celebrate yourself, your accomplishments, the obstacles you’ve overcome, the challenges you’ve defeated and then focus forward, you are in control and have the power to make today, tomorrow, and every day thereafter, how ever you want your life to be. I know it’s hard. Sometimes you have to just start going through the motions and let the (e)motions kick in after you become more comfortable with a new way of acting, interacting, and relating.

For the next three days my posts will be very focused on the holidays, nothing too deep or heavy. On the 25th I probably won’t post, but then I’ll be back on the 26th with more Yuletide cheer.

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Where’s the Kaboom

How many of you went to bed last night half-expecting something catastrophic to happen during the night or sometime today? I think some people were really hoping there would be a life changing event because they don’t really like life as it is, or at the very least they are tired of the hurt, suffering, hungry, situations they see everyday and thought maybe there would be a giant reset today. Are you a little disappointed that today was just another day? The reason it was just another day is because, that’s what you made it. Every belief system in the world believes in a Divine Creator. And no matter who or what you believe that Divine Creator is, there is one commonality, we are all created with free will. The freedom to choose how you act, how you treat others, how you spend your free time, how you make use of your belief systems. The truth is, you wake up every day to a giant reset. You can do anything; everything different any day than you did the day before. Do you wish world hunger would end, donate to a food bank. Do you wish women and children were never again abused? Volunteer with a domestic violence program. Do wish there were stricter laws involving hunting of wildlife and protecting endangered species? Start a petition and find out where it needs to go to be voted on. Wish people were just friendlier and happier? Be friendlier and happier. I was in a government building today and the woman helping me seemed rather negative. I waited patiently until our business was complete, I thanked her and then said as sweetly as possible, “Merry Christmas”, her demeanor changed immediately. This is more than just law of attraction, or manifesting. This is even more than “be the change”. Each and every one of you is the world, and that gives each and every one of you the ability to change anything, everything about the world. You don’t need a giant reset, you just need to change.


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Righteous Anger

Sadly, our society has made anger a bad emotion. Even more sad is we can’t heal unless we process some righteous anger. Anger is normal, healthy, and must be acknowledged, dealt with, and released before true, lasting healing occurs. For those of us not directly connected to the families in Connecticut, we are passing quickly through the shock and grief, going full throttle into the anger. Where we will stay unless we process and release the anger. Anger itself is not negative, it’s a normal reaction to anything our spirit knows is wrong. Holding onto the anger and not dealing with it is what leads to the negative thoughts, feelings, and eventually, physical reactions, even physical illness.

For true healing to happen, those of us who are able must be able to send love out into the energy field. If we’re angry, we’re not sending love, we’re sending indignation, remorse, grief, and a plethora of other energies which will not help the families, the first responders, the counselors on site, the residents of Connecticut, and the rest of the world. The ripple effect coming from Newtown is being processed by all of us. To help those on the front lines and the families, we must be able to send back love. And right about now most of you are thinking, “How can I send love when I’m so angry that (God, Great Spirit, Divine Consciousness, law enforcement, the government, school security, the list can go on indefinitely), allowed this to happen.” So below is a list of ways to release anger in a healthy way.

A) Strenuous exercise; running is good, hitting a punching bag is even better. When I say run or hit a punching bag, I don’t mean for a few minutes or what’s normal for you. I mean until you’re exhausted, until you’re crying, or both.

B) Go somewhere you won’t upset anyone else (like out in the woods, or down in a basement) and scream, scream at whomever you believe could have prevented this from happening. Again, you have to really put your heart into it and bring yourself to exhaustion and/or tears.

C) Take some time away from others, especially your children, and grab a ball bat, tennis racket, etc., and beat the living crap out of your mattress. The mattress can’t really be hurt and as long as you’re not breaking things in the house and not allowing this rage to spill over to or even frighten the people you live with, this will release volcanos of anger.

D) If you’re not able to release your anger in physical ways; write a letter to the gunman (you are not mailing this to his family or anyone else), but write the letter, tell him how you really feel about him and what he did, pour all your emotions into the letter. Once you’re exhausted by the letter, tear it up, put it down the garbage disposal, or, my favorite, burn it.

Once you’ve expelled the initial wave of anger, and you’ll know by the way you feel; comfort yourself. Listen to your favorite music, allow yourself time to finish grieving, and if this means crying, then cry. Meditation is always good for comforting yourself and for connecting to the higher energies (probably the ones you were screaming at before) to reconnect, balance and center yourself. Take a nap, have a glass of beer or wine (this is not an excuse for a drunken rampage), eat your favorite food, even if your watching your weight and the comfort food happens to be cake. Then really rest. And don’t be surprised if you need some time to separate yourself from all this, that is normal. You’ll get back to the place where you can focus on the issue and then be able to send love into the energy field.

If you need help dealing with this or want more ideas for dealing with your anger, email me at – all comfort and assistance I offer in connection with this tragedy are free.

Blessings to all, Katrina

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When There Are More Questions Than Answers

By now everyone who follows my blog has heard the tragic news of the shootings in Newtown CT. There are no logical explanations for this event. Mental health professionals could give you a plethora of psychological diagnosis for the shooter’s actions; it doesn’t make the event any less horrifying. I can offer spiritual insight that will make sense but it will not ease the pain, anger or grief.

When the Columbine shootings occurred in 1999 I was working with a group of teenagers at my local church. We spent many Sunday afternoons discussing the Columbine tragedy. Even though the young people I worked with had never met any of the Columbine victims, they were still saddened, outraged, and frightened by the event. Many of you have children the same age as the children who were killed. I strongly suggest you try to shield them from the event as much as possible simply because of their age. Death is very difficult for young children, it becomes more difficult when those who have died are their age, little like they are, it causes them to realize how fragile they themselves are and that’s a scary realization.

Unfortunately, many children are going to hear and see news reports and when they do, they’re going to have more questions than you have answers. I learned this when working with the young people after Columbine. However, this time, the children with all the questions are much younger, so the questions are going to be much tougher. The 5 – 10 year olds are the ones who trust the adults in their lives to have all the answers to everything. My advice is this, if they do hear about Newtown CT and start asking direct questions, don’t lie to them, tell them the truth as gently as possible. Don’t be too graphic but don’t sugar coat it either. Just answer the direct questions with direct, simple, basic, answers. Do not change the subject or tell them they don’t need to know. As difficult as this seems, giving them real answers to real questions allows them to process the event without allowing their imaginations to take over and create monsters from the unanswered questions.

This is a very dark day for everyone. If you have children asking questions you have no idea how to answer, no matter what age they are, or if you have questions or need to talk this through, I will offer my services free of charge, just email me at

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It’s Time to Believe Again

Yesterday my blog was about ascension, enlightenment and spiritual evolution. We are on the threshold of endless possibilities for change.  What so many are not realizing is the change is not some huge event, it’s a returning to what you and I and every other person was born knowing.  Today, in the grocery store a small baby smiled at me.  I stopped and said hello, and he smiled even more, then I smiled even more.  Looking deep into those little eyes twinkling with their own light, I knew he knew the secret of all secrets.  Children get it, animals get it, we who are aged, have forgotten.  We call ourselves mature, but what we are is cynical.  We’ve allowed the knowledge of the spirits to become buried under the weight of what we call responsibility but is really just the pursuit of the wrong goals.  We’ve spent years preparing for the end, the end of what? Poverty, sickness, sadness, rudeness, selfishness; we have the power to change all that and more, we’ve always had the power.  Are fairies, dragons, angels, and Santa Claus real?  Of course they are; as real as the love we carry in our hearts but refuse to give away.  We are blinded to the reality of all our childhood fantasies, blinded by fear; fear that once we give in to the innocence we once knew as children then we’ll be vulnerable again.  But guess what, children are not vulnerable, we are.  Those of us who have forgotten how to live with openness, passion and belief.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and
generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your
life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there
were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There
would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this
existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal
light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get
your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch
Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would
that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa
Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men
can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s
no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders
there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see
what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which
not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men
that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can
push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory
beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else
real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives
forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years
from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

What belief from childhood still warms your heart?

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Purity of a Child’s Love

I have 4 nephews, 3 nieces, a daughter and a grandson.  I know children.  All these young people are good, kind, gentle people.  But today’s post is about just one of my nephews, a shining example of how pure the love of a child can be.  He’s a grown man now, 22 to be exact.  But many years ago, when he was only about 18 months old, he displayed an act of kindness we should all learn from.

Brad (18 mos.), Greg (18 mos.), Cameron (2 yrs., 10 mos.) my daughter, Stacy (6 yrs.) me, my brother and 2 large pizzas at my dining room table.  My brother and I are cutting slices of pizza for the children, and helping them get settled to eat.  I look at Brad’s plate as I cut a slice of pizza into bite sized pieces.  I’m starving and so is he obviously because he’s stuffing pizza in his mouth as fast as I can cut it up.  Looking at him I ask him, “Brad, may I have a bite of your pizza?”  With his mouth full, he says, “sure” and takes the piece out of his mouth and hands it to me.  Yes, I ate it, little boy spit and all.  He wasn’t thinking that he had plenty on his plate, he was thinking he had something in his mouth I needed.  He not only shared what was on his plate, he was willing to give of what was in his mouth.

Do you know any adults willing to share this deeply?  Children get it, why don’t we?

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Hallowe’en Hijinks

I want to state that I love Halloween.  I also want to be perfectly clear that I respect and celebrate with respect the Holy day of Samhain.  So, while reading my ‘fun’ posts about Halloween, please don’t think I take the holiday lightly.  I’m just having fun with it.

Today, is all about random fun facts, my silly musings and a poem from my childhood that I still enjoy. So, here we go . . .

The word witch comes from the old english wicce and the wicca were once highly respected for their knowledge and power.

If a black cat crosses your path but you don’t see it, will you still have bad luck? Are white cats good luck?

The first jack-o’-lanterns in Ireland were hollowed out turnips with candles placed in them to keep away evil spirits.

Seeing a spider on Halloween is believed to be the spirit of a loved one watching over you (I’m good then, I live in the desert, I see spiders just about every day 🙂  )

I’m named after the character in the Legend of Sleepy Hollow (Katrina Von Tassle) my father was reading the story and loved the name so much, he had me named about 2 years before I was born.

In my family the number 13 is thought to be lucky.  My parents were married on the 13th, my daughter was born on the 13th, when playing sports in school William’s number was 13.  (yes, I know 13 doesn’t have much to do with Halloween, I just threw this in for fun).

On All Hallows Eve (Oct 31) it’s believed the veil between our world and the spirit world is blurred.  Masks were originally worn to keep the spirits from recognizing the living.

My family loves black cats and we believe when one adopts you then you will have good luck.  We always feed stray cats too no matter what color.  They are the guardians of the underworld.

When Thomas Edison died it is believed that Henry Ford captured his last dying breath in a bottle. (wonder where that bottle is?)

Tonight, when the last light is gone

And you’re almost too sleepy to yawn

Put your ear to the wall

and hear the thing crawl

but don’t cry

it leaves before dawn . . .

What’s your favorite thing about Halloween or even what ‘scary’ notion interests you the most?  Happy Hallowe’en.


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Comic Relief

I wish I had pictures of this story, but sadly I don’t.  However, it is 100% true, no embellishment or exaggeration.

I don’t blog much about my family mostly because they are either afraid of my gifts or choose to ignore them all together.  But they are all good, honest hard-working country people.  My brother, Matthew is six years younger than I am.  The best way I can describe him is he looks a little like Garth Brooks (definitely that size), and his personality is a cross between Gentle Ben and Big Hoss.  But with a tough side he rarely lets friends and family see (he’s a Federal Officer stationed at the Penitentiary in my home state).  His wife, Pam is both beautiful and highly intelligent (scrub nurse supervisor at the local hospital).  They have seven amazing, bright, beautiful, wonderful children (yes I’m prejudice, I’ve had the honor of being the first person to hold every one of my nieces and nephews at birth, after their parents of course).  This arm of the family has taken the Brady Bunch and met Green Acres in the Appalachian Mountains, and there are many funny stories I could blog, but today’s is the most recent. So as told to me by my mother who witnessed it first hand here is what happened:

Feeding all these children gets expensive even with the good jobs my brother and sister-in-law have.  They have abundant gardens every summer, so they freeze and can vegetables for the winter.  My brother usually buys a beef every fall to freeze for the winter.  In addition, this year he decided to start raising chickens.  My brother’s degree is in Criminal Justice and even though he lives in the country; he knows nothing about chickens.  He talk to a friend and neighbor who came over to help build a very nice coop and fenced area for the chickens.  The first two arrived last week.  The rooster is named Henry and the hen is named Mabel.  All the kids are learning to help clean, feed and care for Henry and Mabel, even the baby boy (okay, he’s 5, but he’s still a baby to me).

Due to my brother and sister-in-law’s work schedules, the teenage girl across the hollow picks the kids up at school on her way home from the high school and they stay with my mom until Matt or Pam come home. On this particular day, Henry and Mabel were either excited to see the kids come home or bored in the chicken yard, because they flew out to greet the kids as they were coming up the drive.  I told you my brother knows nothing about chickens and apparently no one told him you have to clip their wings.  The neighbor girl knows quite a bit about chickens, so she told my mom and the kids they were on their own, she had no intention of being pecked to death if Henry and/or Mabel got mad. She went home.

My mom also knew better than to confront Henry and Mabel, she stood her ground about 100 yards from the coop while the 5, 6, and 8 year olds tried for almost an hour to corral the chickens back into the yard, but they just kept flying out.  Of course, for the kids this was a mixture of funny and frustrating.  They were laughing but the chore quickly became tiresome.  Luckily, my brother came home from work.  Which is what I think is the funniest part of the story.

Picture if you will, a very large, muscular, man wearing a law enforcement uniform (gun and all) chasing one rooster and one hen around an approximately 5 acre lot always just missing them.  Always having them jump, fly, or scoot from his grasp inches from his hands until finally he throws his hands up in despair, walks away telling Henry and Mabel (rather loudly) he hopes the coyotes eat them because he’s done with them. At which time they both fly politely back into the chicken yard and wait for their dinner.

Yes, my sister-in-law helped my brother clip their wings the next day.  Although I understand Henry wasn’t having any of it and his wings may not be clipped enough.  Which tells you something about his personality and my brother’s timidity.

Happy weekend everyone!

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