Sunday November 30th, from 10AM-5PM, Rosemary will be signing books at her booth at the Body, Mind, Spirit Fall Festival held at the Wyndham Hotel (formerly the Holiday Inn) 50 Kenney Place, Saddle Brook, NJ 07633. Come, enjoy a fun-filled day, and stop by to say hello!
Book Reading and Signing
On Saturday Nov. 8th, at 11:30AM, Rosemary will give a reading and sign books at Whole Foods Market– 235 Prospect Ave # 21 West Orange, NJ 07052 . For more information contact Rachel Bogan at (973) – 669-3196.
Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes…
Intuition
When you hear the word intuition, what’s the first association that comes to mind? Don’t over-think (which incidentally is the opposite of using your intuition). Quickly. What’s the first image, sound, word or feeling you get?
Some might say intuition is a gut response, as in, “I had a feeling in my gut about it.” A knowing that triggers a physical response in the abdominal region. Others associate intuition as a “woman’s thing, ” having a sixth sense, or invisible radar, that somehow men don’t possess (which of course is not true!) Still, others directly connect the word intuition with the word psychic. Being able to forsee future events, or an uncanny ability to read someones thoughts. What about images of crystal balls, tarot cards or runes? Did some of you picture those?
I get a visual of a heart. Not the pulsating red organ, replete with aorta, arteries and veins. But the lover’s heart. A symbolic representation of that sweet, sacred place within us that houses deep feeling, wisdom and sacred connection. Wordreference.com defines intuition as instinctive knowing, without the use of rational processes. I rather like that definition because it says, you can’t use your head to get at your instinct.
The Visitor
No matter what room of the house I was in, I heard the jingle of his little bell, a sound that seemed to distinguish itself from all the rest, announcing, “I’m here! Please stop whatever you are doing and spend time with me.” I was like a child on Christmas morning, racing down the steps to not only see what Santa had brought, but if I was lucky enough, to see Santa himself. That little ring was a signal to let me know my day was about to become brighter.
Chester was a social, silvery grey cat that would visit every house on the block. To many, he was thought of as a mayor, visiting homes, campaigning for love and affection. He did have a traditional home —across the street from ours, with his Mom Ruth, but it seems that he had many residences, traveling about like a little Buddha. He successfully managed to charm all of us, and became a welcome and endearing visitor.
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