The two worlds are growing closer. The great merging of the egoic mind and the Divine. I’m a spiritual being in a human body.

Many blessings are still with me from my trip to Ireland. It's where I fell in love with black birds. I talk to them. There's trust.

It's surmised that every 6 seconds a decision is made to do the same thing or do something different. What are your daily decisions?

We do things by habit so that we don’t have to think about them or because we feel safer . Habit is the opposite of being intentional.

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.

I'm recovering from good/bad thinking. My good has been defined by high ideals. Hitting a wall is a wakeup call. Pain is a motivator.

Discerning is a skill I practice every day. I forget to take from what I give and I’m left with a hollowness needing solace.

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

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.

Slowly I am unwinding from Covid hibernation. My atrophied body improves daily. It's the great turning as our authentic self emerges.

With open arms I welcome Spring with the newness, the color and warmth. Inspiration offers an overall dose of good. So I made a decision.

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

I'm comfortable living with my core beliefs and behaviors until they don’t work any longer. I bumped up against my awareness this weekend.

For years I have been telling myself a story that begins on my first birthday when my sister was born with a hole in her heart.

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

I’ve adapted to the pandemic, masks and distances, living with the uncertainties. Nature is the steady guiding hand.

Another evening of terror dreams from the pot I stirred leaving me tired but determined to conquer my fears.

In psychology, there is a model called the four stages of competence. Can I apply this model to the new tools I learn in our incubator?

I was raised understanding my job was to be nice above all else. That translated into forgetting about me. And to fibromyalgia.

I have been managing my anxiety for years now and sometimes I still lose control.