New inspirational memoir offers spiritual perspective on death and dying as grief support for bereavement

August 24, 2010

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New inspirational memoir offers spiritual perspective on death and dying as grief support for bereavement

The Circle of Life – A Journey Through Grief to Understanding by Joanne Aaronson provides
grieving readers with insights on spiritual and emotional healing after loss.

 Reston, VA. – The Circle of Life – A Journey Through Grief to Understanding  by Joanne Aaronson presents the case that after-death communication is not only possible, it can be healing. The Midwest Book Review offers the following praise, “Even with death, you can still form bonds.  The Circle of Life: A Journey Through Grief to Understanding is a memoir from Joanne Aaronson as she reflects on her own bonds with her father who in life, she was distant from and how after his tragic death, she learned that there was something stronger between them that she didn’t see. Thoughtful and thought provoking for grieving readers, The Circle of Life is a choice pick.”

In The Circle of Life, intuitive Joanne Aaronson describes a life that reaches beyond the veil of death, of care-giving, and of the ravages of Alzheimer’s disease. Receiving after-death communication from her father, the author guided her widowed mother to eventually understand there was more to live for, and took an inner journey of her own in the process. It quickly became clear to Aaronson that she was being guided to write the story of communications that transcended death. “Energy is neither created nor destroyed,” says Aaronson in her book, quoting Einstein’s famous law. Led by the messages and the amazing synchronistic events surrounding them, the author guides her mother through the stages of grief well known to those who have lost a loved one, while she exhibited increasing courage, fortitude, and resilience.

Written with a spiritually-enlightening, Kabalistic view of life, death and beyond, Aaronson invites all who have lost a loved one to find spiritual and emotional healing, as well as comfort in knowing that death is not the end; that under certain circumstances after-death communication is possible, and in the universal laws that she presents we can all find guideposts for our daily lives as we travel along the journey known as the circle of life.

Reviews include Rabbi Yankel Kreiman of Palm Springs, CA stating, “By reading this book our eyes are opened and our mind is exposed to the circle of life.” Michelle Lusson, DD and author of Creative Wellness, writes, “…The synchronicity of the ancient symbol of the ‘Circle of Life’ is beyond coincidence and leaves one as a believer of the possibility of ‘Through Grief to Understanding.’” And from Jeff Clayton, Reference Librarian, “The Circle of Life is a wonderful resource for people experiencing grief due to the loss of a loved one.  A must for libraries with collections dealing with grief, loss and Alzheimer’s disease.”
    The Circle of Life – A Journey Through Grief to Understanding is available for sale online at Amazon.com, AuthorsBookshop.com, Josanpress.com and selected Indie Bookstores. Approximately 212 pages, Retail price $15.95, Soft cover, 6×9, ISBN: 978-0-9843658-0-7.


Joanne Aaronson of Reston is a former project management professional turned intuitive life coach, author, and ordained spiritual, non-denominational minister. Integrating in-depth spiritual training with successful corporate experience, she teaches use of one’s inner light, otherwise known as intuition, to empower change and achieve true potential. Joanne lives in Northern Virginia with her two adorable felines.

Joanne Aaronson

Author, Joanne Aaronson

About the Author

MEDIA CONTACT:

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Tel: 703-925-9205

Email: joanne@josanpress.com

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We can’t control everything

August 23, 2010

There are times when there is lots going on and we really want to get things under control. So we try to do our best to control, order, file and arrange. But no matter how hard we try, things just happen. There are many terms for it.. but stuff happens.

We can't control everything

We can't control everything

During one of these periods, I was driving down the street and a stone hit my windshield. It was a little stone but the impact cracked the windshield just enough making a replacement necessary. “Why did this have to happen to me?” I asked. So I asked my guidance for help in taking care of this situation – since my finances were short and this item was surely not on the list.The message I got from guidance was “we can’t control everything” but we can get “help” when we need it.

In no time flat, I received unexpected gifts of money, new clients and the money for this expense was worth coming. Ok, one aspect taken care of. Next, I found a company that made house calls. What convenience!

So, although we might want to manage all the details in our lives, the answer to all the chaos is not really in control, but in having faith that we will be guided to find the answers and to have the resources to solve the problems.  When we have faith, the chaos is sorted for us. It all works out for the best in the end.

My windshield was replaced and is in good order now and in the process, the universe reminded me that I must continue to trust that I will be guided to know the way.


Is the intuitive foreign information?

August 8, 2010

Intuitive insights

 When we get information that seems to come from nowhere, is some foreign entity or spirit communicating with us? Or is it our own inner guidance connecting with our source?

A gentleman told me of his experiences today while at a public dance and from what he said, I believe this: he’s an engineer and so very dependent on his analytical mind (left-brained) that he has a really hard time recognizing when his right brain intuitive side is passing information (albeit creative thoughts and idea) to him. Thus  they seem so foreign, they must be coming from a source outside of him.

When I heard about his ideas and how he felt they were not his own, I began to understand. He felt that because they were so different from the analytical, data process producing answers that he would normally provide that “he” wasn’t producing them – it must be an entity outside of himself. He asked me if I every got communications from entities other than spirits that had passed on. In his case, he felt that some entity was “helping” him navigate his world, particularly coming up with brilliant ideas at work. Over the years, he’d had many such encounters with his helper. After listening to several specific stories and situations he provided, I felt that he was merely opening up to his more intuitive side but experienced it as a separate entity.

Hopefully, he can come to accept his more intuitive side as his own and be a happier, healthier person in the process. We all have an intuitive right brained side and its a natural extension of our being.


The Hospice Visit – Caring for Others

August 6, 2010

It’s truely amazing how we are cared for when we care for others. Here’s a true story of my Hospice visitation experience.

Volunteering for Hospice is a noble accomplishment. Actually putting the time on the calendar and adding the activity into my appointment allocation is another. In any case, I decided that I would ear mark Thursdays from 1-3pm and just mark the time off. If I didn’t do that, it would be too easy to allow other things to take precedent and then I’d never get to the Hospice visitations.

 The initial training went well as did my first supervised session with actual Hospice patients. These are individuals, whom doctors have indicated may die within six months, thus they are entitled to care by Hospice facilities. The payment arrangements are beyond me, since I’m a volunteer. All I know if that during my father’s last few weeks, he had Hospice personnel visiting him. In addition, my mother went to a Hospice-sponsored support group after he died. I decided that it was a good idea for me to give back to an organization that not only helped my own parents, but one which I might need at some point in the future.

 So now I’m actually going on my own to two nursing homes and assisted living centers that house Hospice patients. I was assigned to two dementia patients and one breast cancer patients. With the dementia patients, they can hardly communicate. During the few times that they do, their words are so jumbled that it is very difficult to understand. Yet, I still feel good when interacting with them. Last time one thought that I was taking him “home” not realizing that he wouldn’t see home again. I did my best to explain that he was going to spend the night “here” which produced a very surprised look even though this person had resided at the facility for a number of months.  The other dementia patient just smiled and occasionally looked in my eyes as gibberish came out of her mouth. Not really knowing what else to do, I merely told her stories of my cats and what was going on with my day. She continued to smile with wide-eyes. The third patient is very talkative and although gets off track now and then, she’s pretty coherent and loves to tell me stories of her life. She’s the breast cancer patient. I’m not supposed to ask about her illness, but I’d love to know how she can look so good and maintain such a positive attitude, yet be on a six-month to live list. She’s really amazing.

 Today, the first dementia patient was in the hospital. It happens. The second one was sleeping and couldn’t be roused. Oh well. And the third was as talkative as ever. I had to be so careful not to let tears come to my eyes as she pointed to the three generations that follow her – her daughter, granddaughter and five-year old great granddaughter.  She lost her son many years ago to AIDS. I didn’t ask any questions about that one either. She was very proud of her son whatever his profession was.

 So I’m just a person who tries to help, keeping a few people who don’t have much time left on earth company. That’s the Hospice belief. That no one should die alone. And, as I left my cancer patient, the skies opened up to a torrential downpour while I didn’t have an umbrella with me. As I approached the front door, a nurse was holding a huge umbrella, almost as if she was waiting for me. “Could you walk me to my car?” I asked. “Yes, of course” she replied. There she was just as I need her to prevent me from getting soaking wet. I thanked her. Then, once inside my car, I quietly said, “thanks” to the powers to be, since I knew that I was being cared for as I was in the midst of caring for others.


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