Without awareness, I have lived my life believing I’ve done something wrong. I am changing that. With awareness, I help those I love.

The first time I experienced a letting go of me I thought I was dying. I was surprised when I woke up.

I was more of a black and white thinker years ago maneuvering through the world judging good/bad, safe/unsafe, fun/not fun. I see hues now.

I learned as a child if my clothes catch on fire to stop, drop and roll. Metaphorically, stop, drop and roll is not far off from Covid news.

Pain is a teacher that nags at me when I don’t pay attention. I never experienced unrelenting pain until I was brought to my knees by fibro

The birth of writing is a metaphor for living. We never know where a journey will end. It’s only important to do the journey's work.