Growing older indeed involves growing wiser. I learn from each challenge instead of resisting. It’s the flow in and out that’s important.

A book caught my eye yesterday as I gazed in that in-between space in early dawn. It was a subtle nudge I’ve learned to pay attention to.

Last night in an energy practice circle I shared my vulnerability and revealed my doubts about my inner wisdom. Will my thoughts ever quiet?

Yesterday was a day in my history. I lived without a net. I stayed in the present. I didn’t look forward or back. It was a free day.

Thank you to a friend for submitting the poem below. At first read, it felt angry. Second read a little less. Third read I agree. Enough...

I am grateful for the sunshine today. Sunshine has broken free from the darkness. June has broken free from May. And it’s a new day!

From an eagle’s view, we humans weathered a tsunami breaking us open. Some of us picked up the pieces, others blamed. It's a choice.

It’s my job to stay open minded, and believe in the process of releasing. As soon as I start blaming or denying, the process stalls.

My grounding for self-love is being in my heart, knowing that the Divine exists within me, and understanding that I don’t have to be perfect

As a member of Spiritual Directors’ International, I participated in a Native American Spirituality workshop. The messages were profound.

I’ve decided to put a wall mirror in my meditation room. Nothing fancy. Just something I can gaze at to reinforce my accountability.

Last week was full of doctors’ appointments. I don’t like focusing on my body. I’d rather feel and sense life through my heart’s eyes.

I once dug myself into a hole so deep that I had no idea how I would get out. It became my secret. And my burden.

In my awake times when I am surrounded by responsibilities and timelines day after day, I often feel the weight of life’s challenges.

The friendships never went anywhere and I couldn't understand why. What was it about me? Was something wrong with my personality?

Some pain is so great that it's necessary to hold onto it to give it the significance it deserves. Anything short of that trivializes it.

Yesterday, I surrendered. I cried. It was a windy day. I sat outside in the sunshine, I closed my eyes and saw sands blowing in the wind.

A concept is an idea or notion conceived in the mind. I developed a belief I was unsafe if I was misunderstood. How to release it?

I believe in the dimension of our true reality, a reality that is beyond the physical world on this earth. The veil is thinning.

I have built defensive walls around the innocence of my inner child because of my early experiences. Can a bird's-eye view help?