My compartmentalized spaces became brave spaces where I put on a brave face; I entered a painful situation with brave coursing through veins

Today is a day of waiting. Today I connect with my heart and believe there is a greater purpose afoot.

I know what sand feels like when I’m standing on the beach. I want to live in the beach scene. I don’t want to live in the circus.

I am a steward of myself. I look after me. I define my needs based on my beliefs. We're living in intense times where change happens quickly

I was an avid worrier. A planner and plotter for every task. All in the name of safety. Time has certainly helped, but I still overthink.

Wisdom particles hold health, truth and love in my being. I welcome wisdom in my life, in my body and mind, in my very being.

In the past, so much of my inside voice was negative, warning and scared. I never had anything positive to say.

If I were to scooch right up to the TV and smoosh my eye against the TV screen, I can’t see anything and feel lost to what’s happening.

I say to my teacher I am not ready, I say to myself there must be more, I say to my friend you must be mistaken

I’ve survived another wormhole in my life. Every July I relive the downward trend of my daughter’s life culminating in her loss in September

These 4 words are the recipe to my day. It’s like approaching a diving board with the intention of diving deep into a pool of water.

I blew out my carburetor. I started with my grief-stricken heart and pushed past exhaustion until I felt my deep loss.

I reflect often on the path humanity is on to discover this inner essence. It’s hard to maintain this perspective when my mind gets fearful

It’s my choice whether I side with my Higher Self or feed the fear in my Lower Self. When I interact with my Lower Self, my Higher Self is..

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.

A change in perspective Is refreshing as it’s so easy to get caught up In the humdrum of life.

Safety always comes first, and in any transition, my safety is threatened no matter where I am. My body feels it first with stomach pain...

I can feel the fingers of expectation pressing on my shoulders, I can hear the lists of to do’s being read out loud slowly

At first, my anger was messy. I wore it smeared in my sneers. Over the years, I found comfort with my anger knowing it is a fuel.

It’s so easy to fall into the abyss of despair riding the fear swirling in the sea of unconsciousness.