Tarot by Jacqueline News Fall is officially here and just about all of the country is experiencing Mother Nature in this beautiful splash of color like the Phoenix bird in the flames of the fire. Autumn is my favorite time of the year, with the cool nights, warm days, and crisp mornings, it gladdens me as well as saddens me, because Winter is coming and I will be looking up that Internet article about...

  The telephone rings. “Hello this is Jacqueline. How can I help you?” “Hi Sister Jacqueline, I have a couple of questions.” The voice on the other side of line is a little soft and a little quavering. It reminds me of when we were children and we were asking about unknown yet compulsively thrilling information or experiences. We were breathless; shaking in our clothes despite the temperature, anxiously waiting...

The door slams and there is silence. You are angry, hurt, crying. You cuss and curse, maybe even throw something across the room or out the door after them. Shaking your head, you ask yourself why this happened? The silence is deafening. You wash your face, pick up the house, go cry some more in the pillows on the bed. You check your phone. You look out the window. The silence is increasing your  anxiety. Ironically, this – THIS...

  Tarot by Jacqueline News Summer is fading away and the morning air is crisp. The geese have started flying over my house on the hill, honking to warn me of the approach of cooler weather. The squirrel is busy running through the trees and soon I’ll wake up to find deer in my backyard looking for the last bit of grass. School has started for some, and the night seems to be coming on a little earlier. The pumpkin spice latte...

The reading on the telephone was going well; the caller was asking questions and receiving the answers they hope would be revealed in the Obi divination. Then, they ask a question about divine purpose in regards to a relationship. The answer was Okana Sode. No. The other end of the line was quiet. ‘Hello? Hello, are you there?’. Then that differentiation of quiet that cell phones emit when the call is not connected. They hung...

  Greetings! “Hot fun in the Summertime….”. Those lyrics to the Sly and the Family Stone song reminds me a my lazy pre-teen and teen years, where the most important thing was baby oil, the Sun and the transistor radio. My hours were spent baking myself to a deep dark brown, something we dare not do anymore. It was a gentler time in my life, carefree and simple, as I am sure that the same is true in your early...