joy circles

Mary Stephenson Barnes


My great grandmother corresponded with the dead. She held the pencil, the spirits provided the push.

Throughout the practice she maintained a lovely sense of humor and a bright internal sanity check. She kept asking, “What does it all mean?” I know because she wrote it all up in a couple of books, Long Distance Calling, and Long Distance Still Calling.

The spirits were, it seems, a most serene and jubilant lot. Sometimes they broke from language into joy circles.

Like this: OOO