Category Archives: Soulful Stuff

Praying…..are you a prayer warrior?


I am a prayer warrior. Always have been. I pray all the time, anywhere, anytime.

Prayer is powerful.  Yes, powerful.

It doesn’t matter the name you choose to call the Almighty. It can be God, Spirit, Universe. You get the idea. What matters is belief, faith and acknowledgement.

Touching on atheists for a moment. The word is  a noun defined as a person who disbelieves or lacks belief in the existence of God or gods. Is a person saying they are an atheist often they have acknowledged that there is a supreme power but they just don’t believe in that power. That is completely contradictory and I’ll just let that sit there as opposed to going into a black hole.

I keep a prayer list ( a book actually) and encourage people to let me know by any means they choose if they would like to be added to my prayer list. I pray for that person then each and every day.

Please pray.

Give it a try. Pray for yourself, for your loved ones, for strangers. Prayer is not limited by knowing what the problem is, knowing the person you are praying for. Remember, Spirit knows all and already knows the situation fully.

Please email me with your name and a tiny but about your situation if you wish and I will add you to my prayer book and pray for you daily.

Please pray for me.


So what did you do this past weekend?


I love weekends! Especially those that come with soft drizzly rain and a soft little breeze too. That is what we had this weekend!

And, while I’m always for time to myself, I love those weekends when hubby and I are home with no plans or projects – just relaxing watching movies, napping or whatever. That is what it was like this weekend.

As usual I ran those last errands on Friday for any missing food items, new DVD’s, laundry pick-up etc. Did a load of laundry or two just to keep it under control. (I’m very picky about how I sort and do my laundry so  I slip a load in here and there as the Spirit moves me). It’s the loads of sheets and towels that require an Advil upfront. I mean face it, who wants to fold a fitted sheet with those corners! I have perfected my own method though. It works good for me. In a perfect world I like to iron my flat sheet and pillow cases. I used to do  it but it seems like too much these days.

So back to Friday. I changed the bed and cooked a proper dinner and called it done. Hubby came home to dinner on the table (this is the usual for us because he is SO hungry when he walks in the door). After dinner showers, nighties for moi and sweats for him and then relaxing in front of the TV. That means hubby is in his chair with elderly kitty laying behind him and I am in my corner of the sofa with Gracie, laptop, knitting and glass of tea. Cozy.

Saturday we slept in. Gracie and I slept later than Hubby. We woke up and had delicious coffee while doing some art work. Hubby took a nap and I read for awhile. Then we went to get passport photos. It’s time to renew. And get a document notarized.  We grabbed a bite to eat and headed home. Just relaxing from there watching movies, knitting and doing some art work. Gracie got a stomach ache.


Sunday slept in again. Hubby got up first as usual. When he heard us stirring  he started cooking. Bacon, eggs, English muffins. Yum! He’s so sweet like that. So we ate and talked and spent several hours at the table talking and sharing.

Hubby went to the garage for some man stuff so Gracie and I installed the new cable box on the bedroom TV and laid down for a little bit.

You know you just have those days sometimes when you don’t feel good.

Our kitty is sick so Gracie and I will try to take him to the vet tomorrow. Gracie still had he stomach ache on Sunday but started feeling better.

Watched another movie Sunday.


Sunday night was excited to see the premier episodes of Blood and Oil and Quantico. Loved them both!

The day the lights went out in Georgia for me


8 years ago today on a Tuesday at 6 am my sweet Daddy passed from this world to another as we stood around the bed in his and mom’s bedroom  their home. Diagnosed and gone in 13 months. Take nothing for granted. Life is precious and time is elusive. This was a vibrant, active, social 76 year old Marine retired after 32 year in the US Marine Corps and retired again after tenure at  Coca Cola International in Atlanta. Major James D Manley.

It was the last thing we expected. All of us. Him as well. We struggled that 13 months. I am an only child who gave birth to an only child. My child had married 2 years prior and lived in another state. My son was very close to my father having been raised by a single mother.

I remember that afternoon in the first week of August being in the surgeon’s office with Mom and Daddy. The surgeon advised that surgery was necessary to remove lymph nodes. We all cried, doctor included. We all knew the future was dim.  Daddy asked the doctor if the surgery could wait long enough for him to go north and see his first great grandchild come into the world. We had just received a call while we were there that my daughter in law was in labor. The doctor agreed that Daddy could go and I drove them straight home to pack and leave. They barely got there when the precious baby was born. It was one of the happiest moments of our life. Daddy was overjoyed to be there with his precious grandson and newborn great grandchild.

The surgery took place when they returned and we moved forward. In September I married having met my soul mate late in life. Daddy was in much pain walking me down the aisle but we made it.  Daddy loved my husband and was very happy to see me  married after  many years of being single.





In April, 7 months into the 13 months of our last time with Daddy, he had a stroke at the register in Wal-Mart where he and Mom were shopping right across the street from where I was at work. God was good and the stroke did not hit the side of the brain that causes paralyzation. It took its’ toll on him but he recovered fairly well.

At this point my son had come to Georgia with wife and baby. He left the there staying with Mom and Daddy while he commuted back and forth as frequently as possibly. Everyday I would go over at lunch and right after work. My husband would come right after work.  We all spent as much time with Daddy as we could.  It was wonderful to be altogether having each other so close as we went through this. Mom had a difficult time during this period. In hindsight when she and I discuss it it seems like she emotional checked out off and on to cope.  I can only imagine how she felt to be going through this with her husband of 55 years.


August brought  the trip to M D Anderson Hospital in Texas in hopes of being in a trial that would get rid of this cancer and rally Daddy back to his life, our life, LIFE. While there he hemorrhaged badly, BADLY. My husband and I were called out that Labor Day Friday on an emergency basis.

Daddy looked rough. Tired and worn out but still with some hope as he always held a strong belief in God.

After a few days things seemed to be controlled and we were under the impression that the process for the trial would continue on. Just when we could breath again his doctor came to me and asked our plans. I told her we were going back to Georgia the following morning. She said “No. You can’t leave. Your father has only a few weeks left, a month at most.” In an absolute stupor I rallied my mother, husband, son and DIL asking the doctor to repeat this to them. I was positive they would not believe me at all because none of had been under this impression.

This lovely, caring and sensitive doctor sat and repeated this news. She said hospice was where we were at this point.  Moments later we all, doctor included, went into Daddy’s room to tell him this and ask what he wanted to do. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to depart this world in his own home. So, home hospice was arranged. Son went back to his work to tie up loose end and get back to GA. DIL and granddaughter got in the SUV they had driven to TX in and headed back to GA.  My husband and I made arrangements and Mom, Daddy, husband and I flew out on the first possible flight. One of the roughest flights of my life; I prayed continuously that we would get Daddy home alive.

And there is little else to say. I will save the intimate, personal details of that time at home to myself.

God, Spirit, the Universe…. use the name you use to refer to the all powerful creator, has led me to put this to words. Possibly it will touch someone,help someone, lend some comfort.

Daddy is with God now as well as the angels, all our relatives and furry pets. I talk to him every single day and our relationship is strong and vibrant and we know each other better than ever.

Southern Stuff


Why yes  I am a southern girl.

I have a hose pipe not a water hose.

I mash elevator buttons as opposed to pressing them.

Love grits, fried okra, hushpuppies, brunswick stew and cornbread.

Girls carry pocketbooks not purses if you’re from the south.

I don’t get mad when people call us slow because we’re southern. I just giggle and appreciate that  we have the upper hand.

Dinner is at lunch time and Supper is in the evening.

I wear house shoes and house coats instead of slippers and a robe.

Love sitting on the front porch

Sweet tea

I use a buggy in Wal-mart, not a shopping cart

I like dressing at Thanksgiving not stuffing

Pralines (and southerners usually taste their first one at Stucky’s)

We never wear white after Labor Day

Always take down your Christmas tree before January 1st because that’s bad luck.

Eat black eyed peas and cornbread on New Year’s Day

As a kid we never did any sort of work related things on Sunday because it was a day of rest.

When I was a kid everything in town closed at noon on Wednesday.


Best Friends


I have a best friend named Victoria. We have been friends now for a number of decades. She is that one person in my life that knows every single thing about me and loves me anyway.

We met when we were 15 years old so you can imagine that we have shared marriages, divorces, deaths, births, children, parents, dating, drinking, untold times of being cheated on in those early years and other unhappy things.

We were in our 20s in those days when you couldn’t wait til Thursday night to get off work and go to happy hour. Thursday was happy hour and home at a reasonable hour in order to go to work on Friday. Friday was happy hour then on into the night usually til everything closed. Saturday was usually date night in the bars and such so we would  other stuff if we didn’t have a date. Stuff like shopping, movies, laundry, sleepovers. Girl stuff.

We talk almost daily. We don’t live in the same state and haven’t for a few years but we get together as much as we can and always have the best time!

Cherish your best friend if you have one. I have always felt blessed to have her.

Psychic Readings


I do psychic readings by phone. All you need to do is book an appointment.  I use many different type of Oracle cards. Typically  I am led to use a certain deck in my meditation prior to a reading. Sometimes Spirit advises that no cards are needed.

Psychic Medium Readings

1 hour $125.00
45 min $100.00
30 min  $ 75.00
Call 678-372-4402 or email julie@juliecollinsreiki. com for appointments