My energy is changing. I get scared. I give myself permission to continue and allow it to happen. Just be where I am, without labels.

My silence is a gift. My mind is a gift. My heart is a gift. My human vessel is a gift. I am in charge of rising. I am in charge.

Another wrinkle unwrinkles. Another reminder that sorrow holds possibility of relief and understanding. It’s time to change my language.

I’ve been scared away by life again. Two steps forward, one step back. Why does my humanness have to interfere with my happiness?

I was letting go removing this daily reminder. The ashes set me free. I said a prayer, closed my eyes and released.

Life gets really crusty when my fear turns into a wall and I go around in circles. I’ve witnessed before and remedy it by taking action.

I’ve lived looking for others to complete me, changing my appearance, my goals, my attitudes, my beliefs. Multiply this concept by billions.

I breathe in patience and breathe out compassion. I stand as one with my spirit and human body, guided by my soul. I am whole.

I grew up with many rules to follow. Until one day I bumped up against a loss so great I fell in. When I fell in, all these rules fell too

What does the silence sound like? In our silence we listen and wait to hear truth. I recognize it when I feel goosebumps. Truth has no time.

Understanding my spouse chose an exit point helps me accept the trauma of that day. It helps me understand there is a greater force at work

There is a new normal coming and I don’t know what it looks like. My intention is to stand at the helm of my boat with my sea legs adjusting

Sometimes I say something that others don’t like. And they respond in negative ways. In the past, I would get defensive, call them names.

Two groups, same purpose to grow and learn, both on similar pathways. Both have awareness but one group is shrouded by suffering.

Whatever outcome, it all takes practice—practice to feel the ease of change; practice to find acceptance; practice to get used to new ideas

What if there’s a greater purpose to suffering? Understanding this can offer acceptance at a deeper level and offer some comfort.

It’s been quite the time, the past 365 days. It takes commitment to look into my soul and remember integrity defines me, not fear.

It’s easier for me to create my self-abuse than it is to wait for abuse. Today I take a breath and break through the walls of shame.

No matter how prepared, how controlling, how brilliant humanity is with their thinking brains, we don’t know it all. There is so much more.

My goal is to breathe through the hiccups; stay steady through the roadblocks; remain centered through the perceived disasters.