Author: Rosemary Brumett
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Spirit Called Me Out on My Arrogance
Earth isn’t the only planet with lost travelers—Spirit roasted me with one word: arrogant.
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Healing Through a Dream
Dreams remind us: healing is real even when it comes as softly as a whisper in the night.
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A New Moon Surprise
I didn’t plan it this way. I wasn’t looking at calendars or cycles or cosmic timing. I just hit “launch.” Only later did I realize—Tea with Spirit was born on the new moon. That little discovery stopped me in my tracks. The new moon is all about beginnings and fresh starts. And here I was,…
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Wisdom in the Mist
This morning, on the way to the grocery store, I passed rivers and lakes wrapped in mist. The autumn leaves peeked through like shy dancers behind a veil. For a breath, it felt as though I was the only one in the world allowed to see it. Then a sharp thought jabbed: what right do…
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When 999 Showed Up While I Built My Blog
The past couple of days I’ve been knee-deep in creating this blog—clicking through themes, wrangling sidebars, wondering if the title fits on one line (spoiler: it doesn’t). Somewhere in the middle of it all, the number 999 began popping up. At first I thought, “That’s odd.” But when I slowed down, I felt the familiar…
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Speed Limit Signs, Spirit Humor and a Trooper
The road was painted in gold and crimson today, leaves fluttering like confetti as Scott and I set out on the bikes. I was a little off balance, not quite in the groove yet, when I saw the speed limit sign. My eyes read 55. The sign said 35. So off I went, quick on…
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Sitting Down With Spirit
This space is where I sit down with spirit, like you might with a cup of tea. Sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes surprising, sometimes filled with laughter. I don’t have to make it grand or polished — just honest. Here, I’ll share what it feels like to walk with spirit in everyday life, and sometimes in…