Debbie's Reflection
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Debbie, a seeker, writer, and intuitive medium, invites you into a world of spiritual insight and healing. Journey with her as she shares mystical tales and transformative wisdom. Explore her work and subscribe at spiritualconnecting.com!
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From Loss to Harvest
Today we took down our pigeon pea tree. After the recent freeze, it simply couldn’t hold on. The cold wrapped itself around its branches, and what once stood tall and green slowly surrendered to brittle stems and fading leaves. It’s strange how quickly a shift in weather can change the fate of something that felt so steady. But three weeks before the freeze, I gathered its final harvest. And for that, I am grateful.
By Debbie's Reflectiona day ago in Earth
The Family Curse — Or So We Thought
The First Time I Sensed Spirit In the summer of 1975, my aunt Jane began unraveling — or so everyone said. She heard voices, answered them, predicted things that later came true, and spoke of things no one else could see. Fear swallowed her life. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia; and admitted to a psychiatric hospital in her early twenties.
By Debbie's Reflection3 days ago in Confessions
Didn’t Like Bad Bunny Until I Truly Listened
I am Puerto Rican and like many of us, my love for our little island runs deep—deeper than geography, deeper than nostalgia. It lives in the cadence of our Spanish, in the smell of rain after a storm, in the way music spills out of open windows and into the street. Puerto Rico is not just where we come from; it’s who we are. That is why the first time I heard Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio, known to the world as Bad Bunny, I was appalled.
By Debbie's Reflection6 days ago in Journal
Scrambled Eggs and Silence
The Year Was 1967 I was four years old. My world was small but crowded—my parents, my two little sisters barely out of babyhood, and me. We lived high above the street in a middle-class high-rise, fourteen floors up, trying to build a life like everyone else. Both my parents worked, which meant that, like so many families, we relied on a babysitter.
By Debbie's Reflection15 days ago in Confessions
Relax and Go
Here in the good old United States of America, we have a remarkable talent for speaking in polite code. Take the phrase “I gotta go.” Short. Sweet. Vague. Yet universally understood. No one thinks you’re announcing a sudden desire to leave the building permanently. No. They know. You know. Everybody knows. It’s a bathroom emergency wrapped in social decorum.
By Debbie's Reflection20 days ago in Humans
Guests on the Shore
Seagulls and I have never really managed to coexist peacefully. For reasons I still can’t explain, they seem to find me irresistible, as if I’m quietly broadcasting some secret gull-summoning signal. I’ve had a couple of memorable encounters with them over the years, the kind that make you glance up at the sky a little more cautiously afterward. And no, it’s not because I provoke them. I don’t chase them, shoo them away, or steal their fries. I hold no grudges against seagulls whatsoever.
By Debbie's Reflection22 days ago in Earth
When Tipping Turns From Gratitude Into Guilt
Tipping was originally intended as a simple gesture of appreciation, a voluntary way for customers to say "thank you" for good service. Over time, however, that gesture has evolved into something far more complicated, and for many diners, far more uncomfortable. What was once gratitude has increasingly turned into guilt, obligation, and even judgment. Few phrases capture this shift better than the often-repeated refrain: "If you can't leave a good tip, then stay home." While it may be said casually, the sentiment behind it is neither fair nor constructive.
By Debbie's Reflection30 days ago in Feast
When Friendship Becomes One-Sided
Recently, I did a reading for a young woman who seemed weighed down not by romantic heartbreak, but by something quieter, more challenging to name. As we talked, she opened up about a friend - someone she had once considered close - who had slowly started to drift away. Her voice held a blend of confusion and sorrow often felt but seldom spoken: "Why do I always have to initiate contact?"
By Debbie's Reflection7 months ago in Motivation
Halloween's Evolution
Halloween Already? Wow, this year has flown by so fast! Can you believe it's already October, and Halloween is just around the corner? Halloween decorations are popping up all over the neighborhoods. It doesn't end there. The large retail stores are anticipating the Christmas holidays and bypassing Halloween and Thanksgiving altogether. This is evident from the fact that these stores are already fully stocked with Christmas merchandise and decorations. But let's talk about Halloween for now.
By Debbie's Reflectionabout a year ago in Horror
Battling Hurricane Irma
Not Another One Hurricanes are terrifying. Despite growing up on a tropical island where hurricanes are common, I never underestimate their power. I've experienced hurricanes both in Puerto Rico and now in Florida. Each one was more terrifying than the previous one.
By Debbie's Reflectionabout a year ago in Horror
Supporting Our Elders
How do the elders live in the U.S. with only social security? I have sat down with some elders to keep them company and let them talk. Elders have a myriad of interesting stories of when they were young, which I enjoy. But one conversation I do not enjoy is talking about their finances. I feel it is their way of just letting it out — a rant perhaps, and I am appalled at the amount of money they receive. Some of these people worked for over 40 or 50 years and had withholdings from every paycheck. I knew that social security is not something we can solely rely on, but it is just plain ridiculous.
By Debbie's Reflectionabout a year ago in Families
