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I am an interfaith minister who was raised Jewish and was taught that God watches over us orchestrating outcomes and is a Source and Force to whom we pray, hoping for a particular outcome. I learned about Christianity from friends who […]

I have been musing over this thought for quite awhile. I had wonderful, loving and generous parents who did all they could to raise successful, well-rounded kiddos. I was diagnosed with asthma shortly after my grandmother died when I was […]

Recently, I listened intently as someone I know cataloged the many reasons she was unhappy with her life. They ranged from her appearance to her financial situation, from her relationship status (divorced) to her age-related memory loss. She had just […]

Lately, I have been having mortal thoughts. When we are young, we think we will live forever. It occurred to me that in 2018, I will reach the Big 6-0. Never in a million years did I imagine that my […]

My friend Kai Karrel came into my life in the past five or six years as a teacher of spiritual ideology that he puts into direct practice. He refers to himself as a “writer, a poet, a mystic and a […]

Love. Time Death. Three concepts that loom large in the human psyche’. Something none of us can escape; try though we might. Ideas that motivate and inspire us. Lenses through which we can view all of our relationships with people […]

  So much fear permeates the consciousness of the world at the moment. For an empath like me, it is palpable. I can sometimes hear the voices of those who are living in peril for their lives and safety and […]

In a hospital bed, surrounded by machines that beep and hiss, pump and pull, add fluids and flush them away, a warrior woman lies as she sets moment to moment intention to remain on this side of the veil. Diagnosed […]

As I was making my way from my home in beautiful, bucolic Bucks County, PA to North of the border Canada for what I know will be a magical wedding of my friends Shayne Traviss and Tim Emberly, I was tuning […]

As a 57 year old woman penning these words, I am amply aware that I have accumulated some baggage in my lifetime. From the moment we are born into families, we are threaded through with ancestral messages; spoken and silent. […]