Messages & Channelings

Cheryl Richardson > Gratitude for the One Who Is Always With You

I’m 24 years-old standing in a bathroom no bigger than a linen closet, staring at my bloodshot eyes in a mirror. I’m at work, crying over a breakup I was sure I’d never survive, trying to pull myself together to go back into my office.

Cheryl Richardson > Take the Wild Creative Ride

Last week I spent several days in a recording studio crafting a new audio project for Sounds True called, Self Care for the Wisdom Years. I loved my time in the studio.

Cheryl Richardson > What challenges us makes us stronger

The wind was howling and the rain blew sideways like sheets of frosty glass that made it hard to see beyond the windshield. We were on our way to get a foot massage, a cozy suggestion made by Michael given the stormy night that lay ahead.

Looking out the window at my withering garden, I long for time to slow down, but I know better. It’s not about time; it’s about me. I need to plant my feet in the present moment.

Cheryl Richardson > The Joys of Sisterhood

Our late-day gathering was windy but filled with abundant sunshine. As I burrowed my toes into the sand searching for warmth, I watched a pod of seals off in the distance having their own adventures. The cool breeze conjured memories of the early days...

Cheryl Richardson > Simply Respond to What’s Unfolding Before You

As we transition into autumn in the Northeast, the trees are slowly starting to show how beautiful letting go can be. One of the maples that line our driveway appears to be on fire while the others remain clothed in their late summer dress.

Cheryl Richardson > Time for a Change

As I continue my training as a professional lounger, I thought I’d share a blog I wrote about change. Although I’m getting better at “adaptation” I have to admit that adjusting to post-shutdown life has been tricky...

Cheryl Richardson > Guardrails, The Self-Care Secret That Works

The last week has been a stressful one being on call and a point person for two family members in the hospital, one in ICU. When the situation unfolded, my husband Michael sat me down and reminded me of an agreement we made...

Cheryl Richardson > What if This Is What It’s All About?

Last night, I sat on our veranda staring at the late summer flowers in our garden when a hummingbird arrived at the feeder. I’ve been watching for them, knowing each day is a gift because they’re about to embark on the long...

Cheryl Richardson > Handling the Big Stuff

In the morning when I come downstairs I let our cats, Wednesday and Berty, out of their room as I get ready to feed them. Rather than risk chronic back and shoulder problems...

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