I plop myself down on the couch in my living room and wonder if I'll be able to finish my first cup of coffee while it's hot. It is at this time the spirits in my house on any given day will let me know that they are ready to make a connection. Some of them don't know that they are dead; they just need me to tell them so. Some are stuck in a horrible traumatic cycle of guilt or regret, and cannot move on until they've had an opportunity to tell their story. Or they simply need permission to forgive themselves. Others know that I have access to their loved ones, and want a message passed...