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Updates on the Last Few Years (Condensed Version w/Links & Photos)

I’ve utterly ignored this blog for YEARS… opting instead for the ease of Instagram and staying on my FB pages and doing Influencer Things (which, I gotta say, is more work than it appears to be and kinda mind-numbing).

If you want quick look-sees on what we’ve been up to go to:

instagram.com/missmaisiebabyfashionista

For the longer list, see below:

1. had a hysterectomy and bilateral pulmonary embolisms in 2018



2. Started homeschooling Maisie with Oakmeadow.com

in 2019 and we continued during the Pandemic (and now



3. Survived 2 bouts of Covid-19


4. Bought a RV and quarantined and farmed at my dad’s after our 1st Covid bout- raised sheep and chickens in 2020.




5. Our 3 elderly Newfoundland dogs, Berry, Scucca, and Tiberius died in 2020 and 2021… Berry and Scucca died within 2 weeks of each other in June 2021 (ages 13 and 10)- Ti died on Halloween 2019 at age 8.5.
https://missmaisieandme.com/2015/07/09/maisie-likes-to-chase-our-three-150-lb-each-newfoundland-dogs/



6. Moved into a smaller house in town in 2020 (originally, to quarantine in- now I just love it).



7. Adopted a kitten named Cake in 2020

8. Bought a new black 2 door hardtop Mini Cooper that I affectionately call “Roger”

9. Accidentally sampled an all natural skincare line on my 52nd birthday and somehow became an executive manager for this company after it made my face Benjamin Button back in time and managed my autoimmune skin.

It’s called L’BRI… do you even L’BRI, brah? Nobody’s heard of it, really, but it WORKED for me. I had no experience with this type of sales before… but I feel like the good faerie of skincare now. Life-changing- even if I don’t fall into the direct sales stereotype AT ALL.

Grab yours here:

linktr.ee/missmaisieandme

Check out my vid:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CRY85MqBP0-/

10. Took up a market stall at a well-known local farmer’s market and began doing in-person readings with my long time friend and business partner, Gidget, over the summer called The Rowan and the Oak.


I know I rarely talk about my ‘real work’ since having Maisie- I took a few years off- but I have been a psychic and medium (large now, thanks to the Pandemic) for over 30 years. My other biz page is Psychic Jess Anderson.

11. Adopted a Pembroke Welsh Corgi pup named Rowan Magnus the Magnificent. He is a mischievous little Cancerian with a moon in Aquarius and lots of Leo.

12. Binged “Vikings” on Netflix.com and spent the entire winter 2020-21 sewing/designing/embroidering Viking and Medieval inspired wool and linen ‘Plague-wear” for the entire family (coz I am nerdy like that).

13. Maisie raised money and made her own monarch butterfly sanctuary in 2019



plus a MYRIAD OF OTHER THINGS too numerous to include here…

I’m back again and going to be blogging like a fiend, friends.

😀

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At Seventeen… becomes true again as we reach a certain age.

As we age, this song becomes true again.

We become invisible as our skins dry and shrivel like the petal of a rose.

It doesn’t have to happen. We have L’BRI. Water the flower that feeds your soul and take back the power you have to create your visage and reality- in a healthy and natural way.

Don’t grow invisible- grow fearless and redefine what age is.

linktr.ee/missmaisieandme and scroll to my first link for yours.

My dad’s little sister, Sherri.
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Haikus

I unchain myself


From judgmental gazing eyes


So I can be free

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Lakshmi guides my hand


Brings prosperity and joy


To All that I touch

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Shaktipat is real


It can’t be stolen away

When given with love

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People block the road

Thinking that they can control

What they fear the most

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Rumi, The Shakespeare of Persia

RUMI, THE SHAKESPEARE OF PERSIA

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless’d; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e’er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return.

از جمادی مُردم و نامی شدم — وز نما مُردم بحیوان سرزدم

مُردم از حیوانی و آدم شدم — پس چه ترسم کی ز مردم کم شدم

حملهء دیگر بمیرم از بشر — تا برآرم از ملایک بال و پر

وز ملک هم بایدم جستن ز جو — کل شییء هالک الاوجهه

بار دیگر از ملک پران شوم — آنچه اندر وهم ناید آن شوم

پس عدم گردم عدم چو ارغنون — گویدم کانا الیه راجعون

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Autoimmune Skin after 50- My 5 month results using L’BRI



DRUMROLL PLEASE…

5 MONTHS OF L’BRI before/after pics!!!! I took the before photos during a lupus flare in February and I am currently in the midst of another flare. 52 yrs old. No filters, no makeup, hadn’t washed my face yet.

I started with the gentle samples for a week and moved on to the 8 piece anti-aging kit for combination skin.

My butterfly rash, age spots, and pores diminished like magic. Aloe is really miraculous.

PLUS CHECK OUT MY NECK, PEOPLE!!

Even *I* am in awe.

To get your youth back go to linktr.ee/missmaisieandme

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Fear is the Problem: The Cliché that Love is the Answer is ACTUALLY the Answer.



We live in a world paralyzed by fear.

Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of being transparent, fear of loving, fear of not being loved, (and lately, fear of disease)-fear of so many things-

Yet they tell us to be fearless- whilst convincing us into believing that we are not doing enough, we are not giving enough, we are not toeing the line, we are not enough.

How can people be fearless if they are constantly being judged negatively for that very act?

They reward the maverick who wins the gold medal, yet punish them for going against the grain.

People want to control the golden goose.

In the fairytales, they killed the golden goose. People continue to do this over and over and over and over again.

You cannot control the wind, the weather, nor other people.

Unfortunately, some make it their life’s work to attempt to do so… as if controlling others will bring a semblance of calm and order to their very disordered innards.

I call bullshit on that mess.

Their Jedi mind tricks are just that… made to induce you into believing their realities. We can control our own minds/selves/fears by LOVING OURSELVES AND OTHERS… and by knowing who we are, even if they don’t.

LOVE is FEARLESS (and this includes self love). The cliché that love is the answer is actually the TRUTH.

Do you love yourself, others, your convictions, your belief systems enough to stand up for yourself or do you cower in the corner when the Big Dogs come to hump your leg?

Will you be the bully who gangs up on those you perceive as weaker, just for the pleasure of instilling fear and control or will you be the champion for the underdog, even if that underdog is yourself?

Is it of more value to you to be popular or to have integrity?

Popularity isn’t a big thing for me. People will love your or hate you just for breathing. You can’t fight that and I don’t even want to.

I value those who value integrity, kindness, and love.

I am often called naive and trusting- even if I have an inkling I may get bitten in the ass later… because giving love and walking that walk is more important to me than covering my own rear.

I don’t even fear disappointment by others because I know I gave my authentic self. My circle is ever growing, new souls pop in daily and I delight in the adventure.

My mama always said, don’t say anything you aren’t willing to back up (in her broken English).

People fear SO MUCH. I don’t see much point in it. Surviving rape, beatings, near-death brushes, Covid 19, pulmonary embolisms, and other things I’ve not yet talked about on this blog (oh, but I will) has pretty much left me in a place where fear has less control over me… for the most part.

None of us are immune to fear, but some of us have thicker skins from Life.

My own code of ethics is simple: love fearlessly, talk honestly (even if it may offend some), and stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.

Above all, harm none.

Karma is a bitch. You get back what you give, for good or ill, in multitudes.

Make sure you’re giving your best that you can.

Be the cliché.

Giving Love isn’t that hard and it comes back in so many unexpected and wonderful ways…

Now, just because I’ve written the above doesn’t mean that I am all sweetness and light. Love can also be tough.

If you’re the only sane minority in a mob of rabid insanity, sometimes you have to fight your way out or die trying.

The good thing is, loves, at least you died trying.