I have several friends facing life-threatening illness. What does one say in light of devastating news? I know silence is not the answer

What does 500 days of morning meditation and reflections mean to me? We have explored many topics using metaphors and phrases to learn.

On an overcast day, I gathered my shame and unworthiness and went for a ride. To settle the matter of their presence in my life.

I used to pick up trash on the sidewalks as a spiritual practice. How does one do it without anger, without judgments?

We enter this earth as a shining light with a desire to grow into who our soul aspires us to be. But we are affected by our circumstances.

Sitting on the planet is 5200 trillion tons of air, or about one ton directly on top of each one of us. Why aren't we crushed?

When I sit in silence, sometimes I grasp my opposite wrist. I feel my bones nestled neatly under my skin. We're spiritual beings in bodies

I have the ability to imagine anything I want. I learned to prepare for the worst so I got really good at imagining worse-case scenarios.

My attic was littered with old memories no longer important to me and yet, I’ve held on to them forever. It was time to clean house.

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

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.

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

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.

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

I reparent myself by choosing gentleness no matter the consequence at hand. It’s not easy because my brain's trained to judge, blame, punish

Screenwriters learn that there are 2 types of characters: steadfast and change. Story happens when they meet and bump up against each other.

I started calling on angels to help with doctor’s appointments with my daughter. I wanted support, from the car ride to the exam room.

It’s so easy to believe what we see, feel or were taught when there is so much more. Sometimes it takes someone else holding a light for us.

I was on a path where I was receptive and open. When one is in that state, one never knows the form the teacher will take.