My spirituality group that meets on Monday nights is quite the band of traveling misfits. This, I’m sure, would make them laugh. We laugh a lot. A doctor and his wife, a nurse, an IT gal, a mystical mother, and an older couple who natter and nag at each other: one is a pastel artist, the other is retired and spends some of his days writing to prisoners in New York and telling them jokes. He is a card. I love them like they are my family and I barely know their stories.

We laugh a lot because life is insane. Our days of repetition are insane: checking email, texts, Facebook notes, Insta-blam of this and that. It’s the showering, the brushing, the shaving, the needy co-workers, the vet, the store and what the hell is for dinner? Then it’s the kids — the picking up, the dropping off and did someone feed the dog? Our days can be filled with this and, at times, if you are breathing and have a pulse, you may ask, “Why?” I do. I ask why all the time. I won’t get into the news or politics . . . I’ve gone rogue on myself . . . that is spiritual-rogue and it is booming, thundering like a train through me to you.

I was led to this group via my love for many of our spiritual leaders of the day — notably Marianne Williamson, Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle, Deepak Chopra, and others whose words have guided and shaped me and molded me. When I got to the Course in Miracles group, I was introduced to Helen Schucman and her cohort in miracle crime, William Thetford. I am reading her biography now and am amazed that a Jewish-Catholic Atheist could have scribed what she scribed from 1965 to 1972. The work has saved me.

So, two years ago, during a particularly difficult time in my life — I had lost a good friend to cancer and my gifted therapy dog, River, to the same disease. I was also losing my eyesight. I was losing two days a month to migraines. Something had to give.

I began to meditate in earnest and writing them down. It saved my life along with my new love for A Course in Miracles. One of my classmates said, “a miracle is a correction in perception.”

I know now, I will never be blind. I have my mind to thank for that.

Two years later, I am proud and elated to say that my sixth book is almost here. It is called Spirit Home. It is a nonfiction spiritual book told through the lens of anecdote and description. I use a train as a metaphor for spirituality and have written in stories so anyone who wants more information on spirituality and what this life means can find a springboard. A simple train to find a seat on. Spirit Home is it and my new publisher in California is only about an hour from the Foundation for Inner Peace. How cool is that?

Next week, I will be signing books and reading from a few of them along with my new one: Spirit Home.

So, on Thursday, March 6th from 6:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. at Artworks (320 Hull Street, Richmond, Virginia) I will be reading from Spirit Home . . . feed the dog first.