Star light, star bright

Last prompt! “How do you feel when you look at the stars?”

In awe. Every time.

And one summer, shock. I distinctly saw a light coming over the mountains, which then turned into multiple lights that all flew apart and then disappeared. No kidding. Another time I saw a light heading east, stop on a dime, and reverse direction before disappearing, too. Not a big loop like a plane or helicopter would make, I’m talking an immediate reverse. I still look for things like that, since we live in a state known for sightings of unexplained flying objects.

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But the stars…oh, the stars. I love nothing more than sitting outside and night and staring up at them. There are more satellites, sadly. I love seeing Orion, even though I know that means I’m going to be cold for a handful of months, but what I really miss is the Milky Way. I know it can be seen, but not from my house. When I lived in New England, you could walk out the back door and there it was, big as anything you could imagine, and it made me feel very, very small, and part of something so much larger at the same time. It’s beautiful, and really beyond words.

Well, Bloganuary has been fun! Lots of new blogs to read, lots of new readers (thank you!), and while I know some of us kvetched at bit about the prompts, it’s very difficult to please everyone, and they did serve their purpose, right? Most of us wrote more than we had been, and that was the goal.

Be safe, be kind, and keep on writing!!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – January 2021

ETA: I was reading another blog post, and was reminded of when I lived at the top of a mountain, and when we went outside at night, the stars were so close it felt like you could reach up and grab them! I can’t believe I forgot about that!

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It’s all about the toonage, dude

What’s on my playlist, Bloganuary asks…


Yep, I may be the only human without a subscription to a music app, and my stereo needs new speaker wires, so nothing there, either.

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I know, right??

And it does strike me as odd, because for the vast majority of my life, music was always, always on. My parents had an album collection that make a record store happy, we had tons of cassettes with music we’d recorded off the stereo; it was every. where. EVERY. I can hear a certain song and be taken back to a time and place (there’s a Bread song that does it every time)…music was the background of my life.

Until maybe a decade ago. Not sure what shifted, but I started to crave silence – could be that my guy is hard of hearing after years of construction work, so everything is at movie-theater level and I live in earplugs – and even when I’m online, I rarely listen to Pandora or YouTube. My ears have been overwhelmed, I guess. I’m going to the have sharpest hearing of all the 90-year olds when I get older, though! 😁

I still listen sometimes in the car, but mostly I’m music-free. I don’t even listen when I’m sending light anymore.

I think that makes me sad. I kind of miss the background of my life.

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

BTW, if you are on Tumblr, I am, too! It’s a mix of the usual Tumblr stuff and trying to be a bit of an IG/Twitter mix, too. Check me out at EavesdownAbbey.com!

©Pip Miller – January 2022

Journal · palliative lightwork

I just want to be alone…

Bloganuary asks, “where do you go for solitude”?, and my answer is easy; my study/office/she shed (hate that)/sanctuary.

We have an extra bedroom that I’ve turned into my hideaway. It’s where I do a lot of the lightwork, some of my laptop work, and a lot of reading. It’s on the south-east/south side of the house, and there’s lots of sunshine, which I really appreciate during the colder months. I get cold really, really easily.

I have Funko figurines, stuffed animals (that I seem to be buying a lot of lately), bookcases, a desk, walls covered with quotes, pictures, a painting by a friend in Canada, plants (that are growing a bit crazy)…all my comfort things.

My guy has his ‘man cave’ in the garage, and this is my spot to be alone.

Oh, and I have two strands of Christmas lights that I plug in every evening, even in the summer. They make me really happy.

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – January 2022

covid · palliative lightwork

Picking one favorite quote

…is like picking one favorite book! Impossible!

Today’s Bloganuary prompt is just that, “what’s your favorite quote”, and so many come to mind. I was looking in an old planner for something just now, and came across this one, which is particularly apropos to me right now:

Don’t try harder, try different.

I have no idea who said or wrote it, but it really hit home today. I tend towards the beating-my-head-against-a-wall way of doing things, when what I really need is to to let go of the definition of insanity, “… doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results” and try for something different. Would seem easy, right? As a matter of fact, signing up for Bloganuary was a step in that different direction; I’m not great with consistency in things like this (as you can tell from the missed prompts), but I gave it a shot (thank you, Alice of Malham Magna for tweeting about it), but thought it couldn’t hurt to try. I’m so happy I did! It’s lovely to read all the posts, to see people reading mine…it’s a great community and I hope it continues after January ends.

So, for today, that’s my favorite quote. 😂

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – January 2022

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Have you lost your taste/smell from COVID?

I ask because I want to offer 5 people 3 free sessions each.


Well, a family member contracted it over the weekend, immediately lost taste/smell, and I did 3 sessions on her in 3 days…and it’s back. Now there are varying reports about it coming back in a couple weeks or months or year or not at all…most are at least months.

This got me super excited and I want to see if I can help others! I’m curious if the newness of her case mattered, or if time doesn’t affect the healing, whether they come back fully or not, if one comes back but not the other…I want to experiment and see, and I need, obviously, people to experiment with!

If you have lost your taste/smell, or know someone who has (age doesn’t matter), shoot me a comment on this post. I’ll wait til Sunday night, take all the names (does not have to be your real name; I’ve sent light to “SmileyFred’s friend SnowShoeKicker” and Spirit knew exactly who was meant and the light was received), toss ’em in a bowl, and pull 5 names. We’ll go from there!

I’m SO excited to see what happens!!!

BTW, one of the recent Bloganuary prompts is “write about something mysterious” and I don’t think I could pick anything more mysterious than this!

With hope and love,

Pip 🌻✨

PS: I also helped someone with a sore throat and a positive test…the sore throat went away and the following tests were negative. Did the light do that? I wish I had definitive proof, but I don’t.

©Pip Miller – January 2022

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As the crow flies

Today’s Bloganuary prompt is ‘what superpower would you like to have?’

I’m sure that there’s no limit to what kinds of superpowers there are, but what immediately popped into my head was flying. I’d love to be able to morph into a bird, something like a crow or a hawk!

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Years ago I took a metaphysical class with a wonderful teacher, and in one class we did a guided meditation in which we imagined we became an animal of our choice. My head went straight to a hawk, and it was as if I became the hawk, in a tree, and then I was soaring into the air, over a forest and then a mountain range. Somewhere in the trip I heard the teacher’s voice calling, calling us back…and I didn’t want to return. It really felt like I was that hawk, and the feeling was glorious. Such freedom! And crystal-clear eyesight (I wear glasses). lol

I could have chosen a superpower such as the ability to actually fully and instantly heal someone, rather than simply helping them feel better, and I really do wish I had that ability…but my soul wants to fly.

With wonder and hope,

Pip 🌻🌟

©Pip Miller – January 2022

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An Ideal Day

April 25th, natch!

Date, not day, but having just watched Miss Congeniality again, there was no way that I could let that pass.

I almost didn’t do this prompt, but I’m on a roll, so here it is:

My ideal day is waking up, feeding the menagerie, having a cup of tea and writing in my journal. Then I send light for two or three clients, sitting outside if it’s warm enough, in my study if it’s not. Next is housework, read for a while, maybe do another session, fix dinner, watch some tube…read, and bed. A simple life and a simple day.

Easy-peasy. Making my living at home by shifting energy for others and helping them feel better, and going with the flow.

Much love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – January 2022



Is there an emoji con? Wouldn’t surprise me in the least. 😂

So prompt 12 of Bloganuary is ‘what emojis do you like to use’?

I’m old-school, still banging away on a keyboard in front of a desktop (though I have a shiny new laptop as of yesterday – Thanks, Mom!), so I still tend to do emoticons more often then emojis because they involve pulling up a separate keyboard. But I have been using them more because, well, they’re cute! And they say alot with just an image, and sometimes I’m at a loss as to how to express my meaning without writing a novel in the process. 😎

Watching me through the living room window.

I tend to use 😂,🤣,😎 the most, followed by 🔥,👇,👏, usually one or more of which go on excellent tweets, and for my energy healing work, I go with 🌻✨. I like sunflowers, and the stars are meant to show the facets of the light I send. I could use a rainbow, but a prism would be even better, if there was one. I also would like using a lighthouse, to stand for “Be the light”, but I don’t have one on my phone or this virtual keyboard.

You know what I would really love? My friend has an iPhone and they have something called a Memoji, where you created emojis that look like you! Hers are appropriately witchy, with her nose and earrings visible. I love that!!!

Anyway…those are my go-to emojis, my go-to emoticons are still 🙂 and one I came up with for blowing a raspberry; :p~~~~~. Because I’m 12 and needed it. 🤣🤣🤣 Oh! I also tend to do emojis in triplicate. No idea why, I just do.

I’m off to feed the birds (the roadrunner is outside, calling for his/her piece of lunchmeat – one piece, very thin, once a day; not trying to make them tame) and then send light!

Happy Wednesday!!

Much love,

Pip 🌻✨

©Pip Miller – January 2022


To Live Boldly

Not something I know about, honestly.

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I’m much more of a ‘go with the flow’ person, and about the only time I ever really lived boldly was when I took that first step towards a life of helping others. The rest of my life has been moving where others wanted to live, choosing the easy way more often that not with regards to work…just being. Never really rocking the boat as much as letting it float wherever it wants to.

I wish I was bold. It would be nice to have the push to make big changes, to take chances, to think more outside the box and take those leaps rather than let life carry me along. There’s something to be said for going with the flow, but there were times in my life when not having the moxie to stand up for myself meant decisions that I’ve ended up regretting. Ah, well. Six of one, half a dozen of another, right?

Much love,

Pip 🌻✨

PS: yesterday, long after being more cynical than I had planned in the last post, I had a bit of a meltdown; a good ol’ ranting and raving, slamming cabinet doors, tantrum. No details needed, but it did release a lot of tension that had been building. So much frustration about a particular situation, and nothing to do with it all, ya know?

Onwards to the next prompt!

©Pip Miller – January 2022


Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude

It’s been the big ol’ buzzword for how many years now? Make a gratitude list, keep a gratitude journal, express gratitude in everything you do, Gratitude clothes, accessories, stickers, tattoos, journals….you name it, someone has made money off it.

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Sounding cynical, I know. It’s not that, it’s more that writing a gratitude journal can help you see more of the little things in life, but contrary to what gratitude is sold as, it won’t change your life. Not in the big ways that hold us back. It’s the same with the Law of Attraction; yeah, think positive thoughts, but that isn’t going to change your crappy situation at work, you know? Your positive thoughts aren’t going to make that CEO give his multi-million dollar bonus to the workers, now is it?

I don’t like over-simplification in that way. If all it took to ‘succeed’ in life was a grateful heart and positive thoughts, I’d have a thriving business, helping people and animals all over the world. But I don’t. Because the mechanics of running a business are something I have a hard time wrapping my brain around. Period. A positive thought or “I’m grateful for” isn’t going to replace understanding SEO and being content-driven, niching down, etc. It just won’t.

And why would anyone have the gall to tell another person that happy thoughts will change your poverty, the way the world treats you because of the color of your skin or your religion…and even worse, that if you don’t have those happy thoughts and that grateful heart, it’s all your bloody fault that things are wrong. What???

I’m not knocking anyone who truly believes in the power of gratitude, not at all. I’m just of the mind that it’s not a panacea for the ills of the world.

Wow, this post did not go in the direction I thought it was. Hunh.

As a matter of fact, I’m taking a week off Twitter because I’m just swimming in anger and fear and worry, and it’s really affecting my outlook and mental health. It’s hard to stay positive when the disconnect between the reality of what is going on is so far from too many people acting as if everything is ‘normal’.

On that note, my gratitude list for this prompt is this:

1: I am beyond thankful to have the privilege to stay home during this apocalypse. I planned ahead and that planning is serving me well.

2: I am grateful that there are people in my world who understand the severity of what is going on, so that I don’t feel like I’m beating my head against the wall when I’m super stressed about new information and numbers.

3: I am grateful that years ago I began feeding birds in the yard, because their daily presence (especially the crows all winter and the roadrunners year-round) give me something amazing and curious to watch and learn from. It helps take my head of out of the black hole it can slide into.

4: I’m grateful my mom asked my sister and I, when the pandemic began, to keep in contact via email daily. Our family has a tendency to be distant (it’s a generational thing, not sure why), and this has brought us closer. It also allows my sister and I to keep tabs on Mom. None of us are getting any younger, that’s for sure.

5: Most of all, I’m glad that everyone I know is ok. So far we’ve only lost one person to COVID complications, and considering my son lives in one of the hardest hit states and he stands alone in mask-wearing and being vaccinated among his coworkers, he is healthy at this very moment, and so is his family. I pray to whatever is out there that this continues; that last little bit of rubber band that’s holding me together would snap in a moment if any of them got sick.

And that, my dears, is my prompt post for January 10.

Much love,

Pip 🌻✨

PS: I will NOT argue any point concerning the pandemic, so please don’t jump into my comments to start something. Ain’t happening.

PPS: I may be off Twitter for the week, but I am still doing distance sessions (I will ALWAYS be doing distance sessions, til I’m old and gray…er).

Be safe out there, everyone. Please.

©Pip Miller – January 2022