Carrie Ann Moore

😇Angels and Feathers Love Notes From Above Across many cultures and spiritual traditions, feathers—especially white ones— are seen as signs of angelic presence. They’re symbols of protection, guidance, and reassurance. When one appears, often in the most unexpected places, it can feel like a gentle whisper from the divine: you are loved, you are not alone. The Symbolism of Feathers ** Protection & Guidance: A reminder that angels surround us like a shield, offering safety and comfort. ** Spiritual Connection: A link to the unseen—the presence of angels, loved ones, or even our own divine essence. ** Messages of Hope & Love: White feathers especially carry a sense of peace, reassurance, and tender encouragement. ** Presence of Angels: Finding one can feel like a calling card from heaven, a quiet reminder that you are being watched over. 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 💖👼 The day my mother passed away was the hardest day of my life. My father and I left the hos...

🫧🧖🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♂️🪄Smudging Rituals: From Ancient Traditions to Modern Mindfulness  Have you ever... strutted around your house waving a smoking bundle of sage like you’re auditioning for Ghostbusters: while shouting, “Bad vibes, BE GONE!” If you’ve ever strutted around your house waving a smoking bundle of sage like you’re auditioning for Ghostbusters: while shouting, “Bad vibes, BE GONE!”—guess what? You’ve dipped your toes into smudging. But here’s the tea: smudging isn’t just about turning your living room into a mystical smoke show. This ritual has roots deeper than your latest TikTok scroll and meaning that stretches back centuries. So grab your lighter, darling—we’re taking a sassy stroll through the smoky past and present of this ancient practice. Smudging Then: Sacred Smoke of the Ancients Long before smudge sticks became Etsy’s bestsellers (and got their own influencer photoshoots), Indigenous cultures across North America were already working that sacred smoke game. Smudg...

Sip, sip, hooray,  for a flawless skin day Darling, let’s talk truth: alcohol may be fun in a glass, but it’s a total diva when it comes to your skin. It’s a diuretic—which is just a fancy way of saying it sucks the juicy fabulousness right out of your face and leaves you staring in the mirror like, “OMG… where did my glow go?” Now, I’m not here to snatch your champagne flute out of your hand (celebrations require bubbles, obviously), but do yourself a favor—sneak in a tall glass of water between the sparkly stuff. That way, you’ll stay on the glowing side of life instead of the dried-up, raisin-y one. And about that little nightcap “just to fall asleep”? Hold your horses, doll. WebMD says alcohol may knock you out fast, but it’ll wreck your beauty sleep by shaking up your normal rhythms—hello tossing, turning, and puffy face at sunrise. Trust me, after 50, no amount of miracle cream, fairy dust, or unicorn tears can fake a full night’s rest. Sleep is the real glow-up secret, and y...

🔨  THE GREENHOUSE PROJECT Hope you enjoyed the little video!   Project Greenhouse is now COMPLETE! Until next time... keep loving & living your best life! Wishing you Love, Light & Sparkles! 🌸 Carrie  

   🌸 Reflections from Mom’s Journals — Entry #19 🌸 Abundance flows when we love what we are doing. 🌸  Examine what I believe to be impossible… then change my beliefs. 🌸  Let my loving soul guide my behavior.  🌸  Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.  —Mark Twain 🌸  If your not doing what you love, you are wasting your time. ( widely attributed to Billy Joel ) 🌸  Forever is composed of NOWS! —Emily Dickenson 💭 Examine the Impossible  Examine what I believe to be impossible… then change my beliefs. Here’s a little trick I’ve learned: whenever something feels impossible , it’s usually just my brain doing its best dramatic performance, like it is auditioning for a soap opera. You know the type—“ Cue the violins, this project is clearly the end of me! ” But let’s be honest, most “impossible” things are just… big. Too big to swallow whole. So instead of brushing it off ( or chasing the ...

Just finished Sullivan’s Crossing Seasons 1–3 and y’all… I am SHOOK. We’ve got a gorgeous red-headed neurosurgeon, a town so dreamy it makes me wanna sell the ranch, and a man named Cal who could fix a fence, split firewood, and ruin every other man for me in one afternoon. Oh — and the cliffhanger at the end? Ruder than serving unsweet tea in Texas. Well butter my biscuit and pour me a sweet tea — Adapted from the New York Times bestselling novels by Robyn Carr, Sullivan's Crossing ropes you in faster than a cowboy at the rodeo finals. It follows the journey of a gorgeous, red-headed bombshell, Maggie Sullivan — a big-city neurosurgeon whose life is so perfectly planned you’d think she laminated it. But then, BAM! Stepdaddy Walter pulls a boneheaded move that lands her smack dab in some unexpected legal trouble. And let me tell you, sugar, this wasn’t the fun kind of unexpected like finding queso in the fridge. To make matters messier, Maggie’s tied to a weenie of a doctor — bles...