My awareness of my self talk leads me to discover what my beliefs are which leads me to find a remedy for...

The memory is in the lamp I hold up to the dark searching for respite. Where is my calmness? Where is my comfort?

She was a caged butterfly needing space to fly free. Grief comes when it comes without an invitation.

It’s my job to love you and to hold you as you discover you are worth every teardrop and every fearful Thought. You deserve the best.

I started a conversation yesterday with forgotten friends, long ago acquaintances I lost touch with, the younger me...

All these teachers in my life gifted me with insights, opened my heart, taught me compassion and self-respect

I have been writing my own book of rules. Not my parents, not my teachers Not my bosses or opiners. My rules – my moments.

Sometimes I go down a rabbit hole of despair Losing my way into critical thoughts, and pointing fingers and oh poor me. Namaste I say to...

We all have stories. They define where we’ve been, who we are and where we’re going. True healing happens when our stories are heard.

I recognize when I feel overwhelmed and confused, it’s good. My brain struggles with this new concept and it doesn’t know what to do with it

I release what doesn’t serve me, hold on to what does, and relax in the knowing I’ll recognize the difference.

In your complexity your mind is figuring everything out and your heart is listening to itself. And the war starts - which one is right.

I’m sprouting. Something I’ve wanted to do for a while taking hard lentils and watch them come alive with life.

Life is like an onion. Layer upon layer becomes more exposed as I discover, understand and let go memories, core beliefs and old habits.

Standing strong in one’s values may go against the grain of other’s expectations. It takes courage to hold to your values.

I am my own best advocate. I rise to what I need in any given moment. I am the parent I always wanted

Where did we lose the way of viewing our individuality as a gift rather than a curse? I bought into the judgment and condemned myself

Sometimes I don’t put two and two together until the discomfort in my heart or my body is screaming loud enough.

I’ve tried to do everything perfectly to achieve the outcomes I wanted. I learned to judge myself against high standards.

As my walls of health broke down and my personal limits beaten I was cornered into seeing my neglected heart