What if you can talk to your child. Your husband. Your wife. Your father. Your mother. Your friend, even after their passing. What if that’s what we are supposed to do. What if they want us to do that. What if they can hear us. What if they can talk to us? But not unless we are willing to believe that it is possible. You see they want us to talk to them. Visit with them. Our world is hesitant to deeply believe it. But I am asking you to. My new book will be asking you to. I am also going to ask that you also send them signs instead of just them sending signs to you. I know right? People always ask have you had any signs? What about. Have you sent signs to them? When was the last time you spoke to them? We got a new puppy last week, and my daughter and I went to pick out a new collar for her at the pet store. As we were at the collar isle, a store employee came over to ask us if we needed help. And do you know what his name tag said? My husband’s name. Which is very rare as he was Danish. Bjarne. We hadn’t come across his name in 12 years and there it was as we were about to go pick up the new puppy. Look for your person, they are always there trying to get your attention. And don’t forget to signal back to them. Love travels outside of the physical barriers of our reality. It is a part of a bigger universe than the one we can see. (Click Here to Tweet!) And if you want to see the people you lost...close your eyes. With signs and eyes closed, Christina P.S. Pre-order Where Did You Go here: www.wheredidyougobook.comRead More
I was taken aback. Stopped in my tracks. I was about to climb again just like I normally do every day. And that’s when I saw it. The summit. The top of my mountain. I froze. I sat there. There was no hill to climb. Just sky. I didn’t know what to do with the sky. What was I to do? When I crawled in 2006, it took me a long time to get up. When I got up it took me a long time to walk. When I walked it took forever to run. And when the climbing came, I climbed for a whole decade. Climbed every day for so many years. Until now. I had reached a summit and climbing wouldn’t do. I was so scared that I went back to crawling. Crawling in circles. I was begging the universe, I was begging God to let me just climb my way to this next chapter of my life also. But it wasn’t working. This was no longer Life Reentry which I knew how to do really well. This was ENTRY. This place I am about to go to I had never ever been before. And all of my ways of living, thriving, being is not going to do. I truly have to learn how to fly now. You see when we keep going against all odds and we keep creating a big life we will all get to a summit, and we will be asked to fly. I have always wanted to get to this place, the mountain top. The place with the views. I dreamed of it. I even bought a house with a view of a mountain top. I have looked at it. Gazed at it. And climbed towards it every day. Now what am I to do? Fly? Fly to where? The sky? And as I am writing this, I feel the sky saying to me. We have all been waiting for you. Fly and the sky will hold you. Fly and we will fly with you. Fly and the world will fly next to you. (Click Here to Tweet!) Here’s to your mountain top, your wings and your first flight my dear friend. And remember if you are in the crawling phase always look for the mountain-top when you close your eyes. With skies ahead, Christina PS. You can now pre-order my new book, my sky. My wings. Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/Where-Did-You-Go-Life-Changing/dp/0062689622/ Masterclass, audio sounds, notes and book: www.wheredidyougobook.comRead More
It comes in like a lullaby. Quiet at first but so melodical that you recognize it. It calms you down and it gets you through another day. It almost feels like it is coming from really far away, from a different place. Outside of earth. I am talking about Hope. The most precious feeling especially for those of us who have been struck by loss. For every person who feels the burden of grief. For every kid, adult, mother, father, sister, brother, friend. For everyone who has lost the sound of the lullaby. I am here to tell you that it is still with you. Hope is a part of our hardest days. Even when nothing is left, and we feel like we have no more guts, courage or even strength to keep going we find Hope still there. I think God is Hope. I think the Universe is Hope. I think knowing where we come from and where we are heading is Hope. Knowing what we are made of is Hope. And you are made of something divine. (Click Here to Tweet!) Something so intelligent. Hope is part of that intelligence and outwardly experience. If you are having a hard day, week, month, year I am going to ask you to remember that we were made to feel hope in our darkest moments. We hear the lullaby in the dark. On the ground. With nobody there to take care of us. With no money. No plan B. That is when Hope will come and play her melody. Only then. And when Hope isn’t there anymore, it means that whatever is taking place we are able to get ourselves through. I just wanted to write about Hope today, it’s September. It’s a busy time. It’s the fall. It’s a lot of things. I know you may be on your knees. And I hope this letter finds you when you need it the most. With so much hope for every dark moment, ChristinaRead More
I first met her after my husband was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Her first words were... you should have been the one dying. It would have been easier. Then she went on to tell me that I would not be able to raise my kids without him, that he was the smart one. He was the strong one. He was the one with a job. He was the one who could do it all. It should have been me with the cancer. After he died she told me how I should start looking for a job immediately and not think about my dreams. She told me to be afraid. Very afraid. She told me that I was not a good parent without him. She told me I would suffer for the rest of my life. That I would fail at everything. She convinced me to get the job I hated. She said...it’s better than nothing. It took me a while to figure out that she was the voice inside my head making my life after loss much worse than it had to be. As the years went by I named her My Survivor and I have trained myself and thousands of others to gently show her the door. My response to her took years but I finally found the strength to talk back. And, I have been proving her wrong for the last decade. I showed her that I am one smart woman capable of things that seemed impossible to her after he died. I showed her that I am one heck of a mom raising my daughters. I built my own company despite her telling me I was not worthy. And I have been making my dreams come true regardless of her daily presence, still to this day. Our Survivor voice does not go away... ever. Never. As the years go by she gets very skilled, very loud, very convincing but we get really good at shutting her down. The Survivor self finds her way in, especially after loss, when our identity is in crisis. (Click Here to Tweet!) I nearly believed that my life after loss would not be worth living. That was a lie. So look out for the Survivor trying to influence you. Start writing her words and sentences down. What is the one thing she keeps telling you about your life after loss? Remember she wants you to be safe and run away from life. Don’t listen. With a thriving voice, Christina P.S. Just a few seats left for our online Life Reentry class that starts Tuesday. Join me and many others who are ready to rid of their survivor voice: https://lifereentry.com/life-reentry-class/Read More
Christina’s strange but accurate weekly letter about life after loss.