The holiday season is usually my busiest time of year when I do intuitive parties. People hire me to do group readings at their holiday parties, or they hire me to do individual intuitive readings for the guests at their parties. I’ve been doing this for years, and this winter it was busier than normal. My calendar was fully booked into the new year already in late October. The energies are shifting and more people are wanting to reach out to their loved ones.

Steph had hired me last year for a holiday gathering with friends. When she emailed me this year requesting to book me for another holiday party this year, my calendar was already booked full. I felt bad about not fitting her in on my calendar but offered to put her on a waiting list. A few days later I had a cancellation of a party on a Friday evening. I immediately emailed Steph and provided the Friday evening date and time and asked if she were interested. Within five minutes I received an email from her. “YES !!! I’ll take it ! ” read her email.

The day of the party came and I was working at my home office when Steph’s mom joined me. Steph’s mom had passed a number of years ago and I’d first met her spirit form at the party that Steph had hosted nearly a year ago. I’d gone to the home and when the hostess answered, I immediately felt the presence of a woman behind the hostess Steph. I asked her, “Who is the woman that is standing behind you ? She’s been baking cookies in my office all afternoon.” I proceeded to ask Steph, ” What are this oddly shaped things? She is showing me that she is putting dough over a stick or something that looks like a stick.” Steph looked at me with tears rolling down her face. “That’s my mom. She used to make special holiday cookies that way”.

Today this same woman was once again showing me her cookie technique. I gently asked her to leave so I could get the rest of my work done before I needed to leave for her daughters party. I felt the excitement of her energy so I acknowledged that I would see her that evening and tried to refocus on my work. Her energy was not going away, now I saw her directly in front of me holding a big mixing bowl. It was resting on her hip and secured with her arm. She was stirring something with a big wooden spoon. She was intense in her stirring, which made me curious. What was she stirring ? To me it looked like potato salad. I asked her if she was making potato salad. She said, “No”. I then asked her, “Is this German potato salad?” She abruptly responded, “Absolutely not!” I committed to asking Steph later about the bowl and the mixture within the bowl. For now I needed to get back to work, and once again gently asked the woman to so kindly wait until later.

That evening when I arrived at Steph’s home, she greeted me with a hug. She reminded me that last year when I came to the door, I’d asked her about the woman standing behind her. Tonight she wanted to know if that woman was there. I laughed, “Steph, she’s been in my office most the afternoon. First she showed me the funny cookies, but then she began to stir something.” I explained to Steph what I had seen. “Steph, WHAT is she stirring, it looks like potato salad, and she got irritated when I suggested it might be German potato salad. What is it ?”

Steph began to laugh. “Laurie, she is making lefse. She always demanded that we continue the tradition of making lefse on Christmas. Her response of ‘ABSOLUTELY not’ would have been exactly how she would have said that. Laurie I can hear her saying – ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

I’m of German heritage and have never eaten or even seen lefse. I would have no reference to what she was making, but certainly knew she didn’t like when I suggested potato salad.
Steph told me that her sister was coming to the party that night and she asked me to tell her sister this story when she arrived. Last year, Steph’s sister avoided the party because she was afraid and the pain of losing her mother too fierce. This year she could only come to the party if it was on a FRIDAY night… THE FRIDAY night that had so conveniently opened up on my calendar so Steph could have the party. There were other forces that were aligning this evening, and though I was not surprised at all, the sisters were in awe on how that particular evening had fallen in to place.

As the party guests arrived, so did Steph’s sister. I shared my potato salad story with her and she laughed then cried as she reminded all of us that their mom insisted that the tradition of these special cookies and lefse be served over the holidays.

Steph showed me to the room that I would be doing private readings for everyone during the party, and I settled in for all an evening of doing one-on-one readings with her party guests. At the end of the evening I returned to the main area of the home and they were all chattering excitedly. Steph said, “Laurie you have to sit down, we have to tell you about the wooden spoon that flew across the floor! We were all sitting in the dining area when we heard a LOUD smack. There laying in the middle of the kitchen floor was a wooden spoon. It hadn’t fallen from any of the food as it was clean, dry and there were no serving spoons missing from the dishes. We can’t explain where that spoon came from but we all believe it was the spoon mom was using to stir her lefse”.

I agree with Steph, it most likely was her mom contributing to celebration that evening !

May you be very blessed this holiday season. Remember to tell those around you that you love them, but also remember to tell those that have passed you also love and hold them close in your heart. Love and Light.