Steph Campbell

My friend Vicki took me to lunch yesterday at Wheatleigh in Lenox, MA.  This is a very upscale beautiful Inn in the Berkshires, MA where they have an exquisite menu, view and atmosphere.  She gave me a belated birthday gift and we sat on the great lawn and talked.  It was truly an experince.  Thank you Vicki!  These are the moments of joy to cherish. I will write more this weekend. Love, Steph

Hello imaginary friends.. I'm back!  I ran into some glitches with my blog page, sorry I was gone for so long.  It seems to be working again. Left to my own devices I will take myself down.  If this ego of mine is left unattended without my higher source - who I call God -  look out world, and when I go down, guess who I love to take with me?  That's right.. whoever's in front of me.  I must be diligent.  I have come to realize I do not have much control over my thoughts.. thoughts happen to me on this trip.  I do have control over questioning the thoughts that happen to me.  I have control over asking my SELF on a daily basis "Is it true?".  When I am visiting with an enemy in my mind that I have holed up in a ditch with an oozie pointed at them because they have offended me, I can say "Steph, is it true that they think your ugly?" "Steph, is it true that you will never amount to anything?"  "Steph, is it true that you need a cheeseburg

Have not been inpired to write in the past few days.  Jonah and I are headed to Boston for the weekend for my niece Mya's 11'th birthday.  I will write more on Sunday night when I am back.  I will leave you with a little somethin' somethin'; "As children bring their toys to us with tears for us to mend, I brought my broken dreams to God because he was my friend. And then instead of leaving him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own. At last I snatched them back and said "How could you be so slow?" "My child" he said "What could I do?  You never did let go.""    - Anonymous Much love.. Steph

"When you come to the place where the branch in the road is quite apparent, you cannot go ahead.  You must go either one way or the other.  For now if you go straight ahead, the way you went before you reached the branch, you will go nowhere.  The whole purpose of coming this far was to decide which branch you will take now.  The way you came no longer matters.   It can no longer serve.  No one who reaches this far can make the wrong decision, although he can delay.  And there is no part of the journey that seems more hopeless and futile than standing where the road branches, and not deciding on which way to go." - A Course in Miracles - Text p. 477 par. I Well I'll be a monkey's uncle if this little spot on quotation from my favorite book doesn't describe where I'm at.  It's so apparent which way to go.  I know my right mind.  I realize connection is the truth and separation and war is the lie.  And yet I stand staring straight ahead where the road bra

As I opened one eye this morning ambivalent about whether I was ready to wake up or not just yet, I became keenly aware that I was indeed still alive.  "I've made it another day!" I thought to myself.  Another day of life, on a beautiful September day.  I had a very busy schedule facing me this morning.  It's not really my favorite thing to be all that busy and today I was packed solid.  Met up with a friend.  School P.A. meeting.  Doctors appointment.  Nutritionist appointment.  Coaching call.  Another coaching call (with Tom!).  Went flat out until 9:00 pm.  I started out this crisp end of the summer but really feels like fall day with my usual practice and prayer.  I said "Yo... how bout' a little help down here!  I seem to be lacking faith today, not really feeeeeeling it if you know what I mean.  Could you please help me and throw me a sign or two???"  Then I flipped open my Course in Miracles book and of course the page I landed on was all about..

One of my very best gal pals called me this morning to tell me she read my blog and had some thoughts about it.  This amazing woman and I have known each other since the tender age of nine.  We met one Halloween evening when our father's (separately) took us out trick or treating and bumped into each other.   As our Dad's were saying hello we looked at each other and were dressed exactly alike!  We were dressed as grow up ladies.. tee hee.  And quite stunning ones I might add.  The next day at school she invited me to her house and we became inseparable.  And to this day 34 years later, we are still very good friends.  How lucky am I? Well, the "con" about having great friends who know you is they call and tell you the truth... like it or not.  She called and told me that I sounded angry.  She was reading my blog and I sound angry to her.  I was taken back a bit.  Don't get me wrong I am a fiery red head who knows that sometimes anger is indeed what I feel.  How

I'm tired tonight with not alot to say.  I find sometimes less is more.  So I will say this before I head off to sleep. I believe food is comparable to heroin or alcohol or television, or sex or shopping or anythink we use in life that we cannot put down when it's hurting us, is a filler.  This may be a bold statement, but do not underestimate the power of eating for pleasure.  Do not underestimate this deadly addiction that is happening in our world.  It is virtually impossible to heal, change a lifestyle and find freedom from addiction without questioning our beliefs about how we have been living.  In my experience there is a structure in place, the structure consists of many thoughts that support each other and ultimately drives us to use something to distract from our suffering.  God or somekind of Higher Source is missing at the same time.  I am seeing so clearly for myself that what is saving me is my willingness to question everything that I have ever believed that cau