Years ago, in my old life when I worked as a freelance court reporter on the road, I had a conversation about the meaning of little things.

Yesterday, I walked right up to the edge of a bus I was ready to throw myself under, metaphorically speaking. It was a pattern I recognized.

Surrendering to pain sounded like defeat to me and I wasn’t going to be defeated. I wasn't interested in befriending pain. It was my enemy.

I choose acceptance over resistance. I choose to pause and listen rather than assume. I choose full responsibility for my actions.

I've talked about my commitment to serenity. I make it sound so simple. Words are easy to say. But how to truly live by them?

I’m lost today not knowing what to write about. I put myself up on a pedestal and crash. This past week held stunning miracles of the heart.

I was 35 years old the first time I got angry. It took me being in a really safe place. But I was mad. And I let her know it.

On the other side of this pandemic, we will have changed. We'll be sadder, happier, wiser, and stronger. I ask myself three life questions.

Experiencing anxiety dreams is not new to me. From Jeremy Taylor, I learned that dreams come in service of health and wholeness.

Boundaried walls of expectations help me feel safe and yet are limiting. I like to know what to expect. Today I choose to be alive.

I have a fierce pride in what I believe in. My goal is to live this intention all the time but fear gets in the way. How to deal with it?

I've felt lost most of my life. And now I reparent myself. I imagine myself as an elder, sitting in the upholstered chair in the living room

Worry has weight. Worry pulls energy down. If I could put a texture on worry, it would stick to my hands like cobwebs. Worry blocks light.

No matter what position I put myself in, what positive change I make, what intention I make, what activity I do, I come back to uncertainty.

People who are “live alones” prefer not having anyone in their personal space. Live withs gather energy by being with others. Which are you?

The love in this valley goes beyond love of self, love of other. I am in love but I do not know with whom.

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

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 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