Ever since I saw the manmade stacks of rocks on my trip to Hawaii, they seem to be popping up everywhere—including my house. Cairns, as they are known are created for various

reasons and have been used, quite possibly since prehistoric times.

In his book, ‘Cairns: Messengers in Stone,’ David B. Williams writes: “What’s more basic than a pile of rocks to communicate with others? … We’ve been doing this for thousands of years. Native cultures have used stone stacks for reasons both practical and sacred. They honor

deities, remember the dead. The human impulse to stack rocks is difficult to explain, but it’s real.

They are these most amazingly simple little structures that do carry so much meaning…They’re

pretty powerful.” Cairns mark trails, routes and vortexes, they communicate with the traveler.

Rocks are not only powerful, they can heal and calm. Our ancient ancestors were well aware of

the power of stones. From the magnificent structures they built to the simple but necessary act of

grinding corn and other grains, history is littered with how stones impact our lives.

Since my recent move to Las Vegas, I have been a bit discombobulated, actually quite a bit to be completely honest. In many ways I didn’t just move to a different house, I moved to

a different life.

All the comforts I had, the routines I created and the joy of seeing many of the friendly faces I encountered are gone.

The friendships I’ve built throughout my life are still there, of course and it’s times like these that I’m even more aware of how valuable they are.

Cairns have inspired me so much, I’ve built several of them in our new house. Seeing them on a daily basis is not only helping me heal, it’s helping to keep me calm—which I really need these days! They’re also a reminder of how people have revered stones and incorporated

them into their lives for many thousands of years. They make me realize that people have been

changing, growing and surviving through the most difficult of times.

They remind me that I will, too.

David B. Williams, ‘Cairns: Messengers in Stone, 2012

This is No House of Cards, Tarot is a Spiritual Bridge

All of my life I have dedicated myself to helping others. When I discovered my son had Autism, I studied and learned all I could to help him – and I shared that knowledge with other parents, teachers, and anyone else who needed it. As a runner, I have coached many who were just hoping to get into better shape and helped them find the joy in running and how that joy carries over into other parts of life. As a tarot card reader, I am able to help even more people. I see tarot readings as a form of therapy. People come to me with questions and with the cards, I help them find the answers that the universe is offering them to find within themselves. I’m not a psychic, I won’t tell you that I can predict the winner of the 5th race at Belmont or what the next Powerball numbers will be. I use my intuition to really help my clients with their worries, fears, grief, or any other question they might have. Tarot cards are a way for me to deliver messages from the spirit realm. This means different things to different people, depending on their level of belief. For instance, Some see it as a parlor game, light and fun with no real substance. I see it as a way to connect people with the forces at work in their lives. Read some of my reviews on Facebook or my website to see what others have experienced. Whether you are just beginning to think of a tarot reading or looking to deepen your spiritual connection, I am here for you. Contact me today to get your appointment set. rhondatarot


Many of you know that my family and I are moving to Las Vegas soon but not before Murphy’s Law steps in to stir things up. After a month of open houses, our house finally sold and we had  twenty-nine days to vacate. That was seventeen days ago. As I type this, I only have twelve days left. I notified my hair-styling clients that I was leaving soon and have spent much of the month on the phone with many of them, making final appointments and laughing and crying—mostly crying—while saying our goodbyes. I’m sorting out my beauticians license, not so I’ll have something to fall back on but because I worked so hard for it, I can’t see letting it lapse. As it turns out, I have all the credits I need! I’ve had a lot readings during this time, which I’m very grateful for and I’m working on my new Tarot Card website for Las Vegas. We have two fairly major issues with the house that we have to fix before we leave and of course the usual packing, cleaning, organizing and decision making. We’re only taking what will fit in a storage pod and have been selling the rest. It’s a wonderful feeling to let go of so many things! Not to mention the things I do as a wife and a mother and taking care of my physical and mental health. And last but not least, the house in Vegas that we had our hearts set on fell through. Thank the Universe for my great friend Joan who has invited us to stay with her until we get situated! They say that moving is one of the most stressful things to go through. I agree! The months leading up to this were some of the most difficult for me to process. I’ve been apprehensive and sometimes fearful being out of the comfort zone that I’ve built for decades. Today, I’m seeing the circle of life in all this chaos. Endings, no matter how hard they are, always produce new beginnings. I’m ready to be re-born in Fabulous Las Vegas! vegas


I haven’t had any contact with my biological father in two decades. This morning I woke up with a sinking feeling that he passed away. My mother and father have been divorced for thirty five years. I had to call my mother and tell her how I felt. I phoned my mother and we were discussing that there’s no way any family member would know if he were dead because when he moved out of state he completely disappeared. Out of curiosity, I decided to look for him with an internet search. My husband, Rick walked in from work so I cut my search short and started to prepare dinner. While I was slicing vegetables, Rick came in to chat with me about his day. As he began telling me about his morning, he suddenly remembered a dream he had the night before. Rick dreamt his father has passed away and the dream took place at his fathers wake. Rick told me his dream was so vivid, it felt like it was really happening. Rick asked me if I could interpret it in any way. It occurred to me that I didn’t dream about my father passing away I was picking up Rick’s dream. I told him about my dream, then called my mom, “I was dreaming about Rick’s dad. As far as my dreams are concerned, dad’s not dead.” img_9304

What if an ending is really a beginning?

Reading and channeling sessions have been different recently. Don’t get me wrong – some things are the same. People have questions they want answered. They want to know their deceased loved ones are safe and okay. Some clients, however, have different needs.

For instance, one client was suffering from stage four cancer and didn’t have much time left in their life. Facing your own mortality is a difficult circumstance. They had many questions – and of course, I don’t have all the answers, nobody does. By the end of our session, they were more relaxed and not so fearful of what was to come. They even let me know that they now felt they face every day they have left with the idea that if they were to die that day, it would be with peace and understanding.


Another client had suffered a recent loss of a dear loved one. They looked to me for solace and understanding – a way to help them cope with the grief. Luckily, I was able to help them interpret signs that the loved one was sending them. They now know what to look for and to take comfort in those signs.


Life is a journey that takes you in many directions and always to one certain moment – death. Many people feel very uncomfortable with the idea of death, viewing it as a harsh ending to life. In some sense, this is true. Life as you know and understand it will be over and the unknown is always unsettling.


It initially unnerved me to read for someone who knew that they were dying and did not have much time left. I knew the questions would be difficult and that while I wanted to buffer the answers, information had to be given honestly. What I discovered is that this approach was well-received.

Being open and honest about sickness and death lets you deal with the emotions of these subjects – bringing out the darkness and into the light. Overall, the experience can be educational and beautiful. Do you have questions you want to explore? Call me and schedule an appointment and we will look at your journey together.



Life on Hawaiian Time – Living in the Moment

I think, after spending more than 10 hours a day for two weeks outside in Hawaii did something to my soul. I learned to slow down and smell the plumeria, to enjoy every single moment. I don’t mean every moment was perfect – there was still traffic and wanting to be places as fast as possible. I did, however, learn to enjoy the time to took to be where I wanted to be. In Hawaii, things get done when they get done. Here, everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere – even if that somewhere isn’t really anywhere that truly matters to them. Rarely do people take the time to enjoy where they are in the moment they are there. Right now, what is around you? What can you hear? How does the air feel against your skin, or the floor under your feet? Take a moment from reading, close your eyes and feel. Pretty good isn’t it? In order to keep feeling this sense of peace and enjoying the moment, I found I needed to get rid of clutter around me. Clutter stresses me out and makes me feel like I should be getting a hundred other things done. Which completely zaps any enjoyment I was feeling. So, what did I do? I gathered stuff that I really didn’t need anymore. So far, three gigantic bags full of stuff have made their way to the recycling bin. Even more has been donated for someone else to enjoy. This has made my environment simpler, and I feel like I can enjoy my life even more. If something still feels off after you’ve simplified as much as you can, consider smudging the environment. This can help dispel unwanted feelings and promotes a spiritual cleansing. Feel free to contact me with any questions about smudging. Life is still stressful – there is no way to completely eliminate it – but I handle it better. It doesn’t get caught up in the clutter. There is enough space for life and family, friends, and flowers.

Kauai’s Highlights!

Coming off a grueling eleven hour flight and having my dear friend Beth greet me, smiling ear to ear, and placing a gorgeous plumeria lea around my neck was priceless! Plumeria is a flower grown in Hawaii for lei production, these flowers are given as a welcome or simply worn as an accessory behind your ear. People here in Hawaii are on what’s called; Hawaiian time. Not one native on this Hawaiian island is in any hurry to do or go anywhere! Coming off the hectic hustle and bustle lifestyle of the mainland, it took few days to feel this Zen energy that these native folks have going on.. I find the natives voice inflections, soothing- they drag out the end of their words- “You’re going to Hanaleiiii…allrighttt…” Hawaiians don’t seem to get their feathers ruffled like Roosters on this island do. Hawaii’s official State bird is the Hawaiian Nene, but on Kauai, the joke is that the “official” birds of the Garden Island are the roosters. On several hiking excursions- we have been blessed and thrilled to be up close and personal- with several endangered species like the Hawaiian monk seal. Hawksbill sea turtle Hawaiian name: Honu’ea. Is an endangered species The Nene Goose the official bird of the state of Hawaii the nene is exclusively found in the wild on the island is an endangered species. Sunrises and Sunsets here on the island are beyond spectacular- it’s like watching God paint the sky with watercolors, creating portraits that change with the spectacular trade wind breeze. I personally have never seen anything so beautiful!! Mahalo 🤙🏻 Beth & Jeff Manders- I will cherish these memories forever! 🏄🐠🌴🏖💫

Hanalei Part Two

As we approached Hanalei, the wreckage of the horrific storm is everywhere. There are roads still blocked off and huge trees that blew over onto the beach. Some of the homes are inhabitable. There is a lot of regrowth that’s apparent, as well, which makes me feel hopeful. There is a beautiful mountain that wraps around the bay. It resembles a sleeping dragon and the local hippies in this “hippy” town call the mountain, ‘Puff the Magic Dragon.’ It is a reference to the song made popular by Peter, Paul and Mary in the 1960s. The song is about a mythical land called, Honah Lee, where the “…magic dragon lived by the sea.” After our picnic on the beach, we go into town and shop at the local stores. I wasn’t planning on purchasing much, but I’m finding the temptation hard to resist with all the different Hawaiian merchandise available. Beth has already turned me into a surfer groupie—and I love it. In the evening, we head over to the beach at sunset to watch the surfers. There is a family of surfers we have watched at sunset nearly every night during my stay. They have a seven year old son named Fin who is the shining star of the oceans. The tourists watch this little toe head hit the waves and he can and does keep up with the big boys. One evening, his father, Pat was telling us one evening of an incident where he severed his Femoral Artery, which is the artery the runs right along side our genitals. Pat is lucky to be alive. He also mentioned that Fin has been knocked in the head more than once. I cringed. Fin was the last surfer out of the water again! I look up at the millions of stars and  they are so enormous, they resemble flying saucers. By: Rhonda Brunett

Hanalei- Part One..

Today we’re heading up the southern part of Kauai from Poipu, then driving to the northern part of the island to spend the day at Hanalei beach. The town of Hanalei was hit with severe rain in April of 2018. Fifty inches fell in a twenty-four hour period. This triggered severe flooding and horrific landslides. Many of the locals lost their personal possessions when they were swept away by raging waters. Many of them are still in the process of trying to rebuild and recover. Today, we will be witnessing some of the after effects from this historic storm. The weather has been perfect since I’ve arrived in Kauai. It looks like a fantastic day to hit the beach! As I sit on the lanai, the aroma of my Kona coffee grips my senses and I smile really big. I see a gaggle of roosters and hens roaming the sacred grounds right next to our condominium. Every where you turn, you see them. Roosters even hang around the parking lot at the local Walmart Store. Yesterday, I befriended one. I named him George. I made the mistake of feeding him in the wee hours of the morning. Today, he starts crowing at 4:30 a.m. right under my window insisting that I feed him breakfast. So I fed him even though it was rude of him to wake me up. As Beth and I prepare for the days activities—mostly laying on the beach—I decided to load the bags in to the trunk of the car. As I enter the parking garage, I’m gingerly walking behind a frail elderly man who was using a walker. Suddenly, he breaks into song. He’s singing like he’s Chubby Checker and he’s twisting his hips while clinging to his walker. He doesn’t realize I’m walking behind him, so I surprise him by joining in on the chorus and nearly scared the pants off him. He turns to me and he’s redder than a beet. “Aloha, this is embarrassing!” “Don’t be embarrassed. You are the highlight of my morning,” I tell him. Shyly, he lowers his head and continued his walk. It was a brilliant way to start the day. By: Rhonda Brunett


Today we traveled an hour west up the Na Pali Coast through Kauai to go hiking on the trails in Koke’s State Park. Everyone from Beth to Google says that this park holds some of the most gorgeous trails on earth and since I’m still awestruck as I write this, they were absolutely correct. These trails were the most glorious that I’ve ever stepped foot on. As we headed up the coast, Beth pointed out in the faint distance a Native Island called, Nihau. This island is eighteen miles long and five miles wide. It’s a semi-desert with no permanent streams and very little rain fall. The island is home to only natives and they speak only the native language on Nihau, no visitors are allowed on this island. We purchased fresh pineapple juice from a vendor on the first of several breathtaking lookout points for our picnic after the hike. There is a huge sign for Koke’s State Park and we gather all of our gear and hit the trails, which are challenging, as well as awe-inspiring. We couldn’t help but stop repeatedly to soak up the view. The rain comes and goes periodically while hiking and it’s very refreshing. I’m drenched in sweat from pulling myself up on the rocks to take in a beautiful mountain stream. The clouds have miraculously disappeared and all I can see is a magnificent quilt of textures and colors that brings tears to my eyes. I’m feeling very blessed and immensely grateful. Initially, Beth said that she wouldn’t want to spend big bucks on a helicopter excursion. I’m glad I agreed with her, as we both prefer to experience Hawaii on foot then view the islands from the sky. But as this magnificently exhausting day ends, I turned to Beth and said,“I changed my mind. I’ll go up in a helicopter when I’ve passed away. Someone can sprinkle my ashes all over this spectacular site.” By: Rhonda Brunett