Food is a buffer and gives me perceived peace and conformity. I belong when I eat what others eat. I’m part of the web of life.

I’ve heard that there is nothing more important than being good. Even if I am an imperfect human being,

For many years I made it a habit to overeat as it always gave me the benefit of curtailing my emotions, sensations and tension.

A moment in the mirror I visit myself. I choose to peek because I seek to connect within. Life becomes what I focus on.

I trust authentic people, authentic circumstances. I feel safe when I witness humanness, not an air-brushed version.

My illusions are transmuting into inner truths as I walk my journey and listen to my heart. Change is happening at a much faster rate.

I escaped through my sense of smell to a place of comfort. A few seconds became an eternity of an experience.

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

Her hair hung below her waist bumping at the back of her knees when she walked. So much of her perceived identity was in her hair.

My shadow is still standing at the door patiently waiting to be recognized no matter how long she takes.

I’m getting tired of dragging around all this old baggage of emotional pain.

I am more than my experiences. I am the collective vessel of my soul. All of me is needed to go forth.

A puddle is one experience and a sinkhole is another. As I age, I recognize the difference. No matter whether it’s a puddle or a sinkhole...

We're learning we are all connected. What more proof do we need than to examine our heartache for what is happening around us. It all hurts.

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

I’ve leaned over the edge and fallen into my heart. It happened without me realizing it. I feel so deeply and wonder if I fit in anymore

In the early morning hour when my awareness is alive I am grateful to remember my practice of silence

Worry is an old friend who steps onto the carousel of uncertainty. Sometimes it brings its old pal, the finger picker, & then we have a ball

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.