This weekend, we enter Scorpio season. Fearless soul-searching and deep honesty with ourselves will be honoured. Don’t fear what you find: there is always love, light and a way.
“My love was there; I only stare”: A psychic medium on death, dying, and deceased loved ones.
She calls him Happy Feet. Because that’s all she sees of him – a pair of child’s bare feet, glowing hazy blue and more visible at night, pattering here and there behind her as she works on her computer. He skips around her room, silent but never still, telephatically inserting pieces of his childhood memories into her mind.