When I listened to reflections, I felt myself become an observer of me listening. I live more with the dualism of being human and spirit.

I fell in love with poetry. There was one poem that was my favorite. I read it often. I knew it by heart. It popped up a lot in my life.

365 days ago, I made a commitment to myself. Every morning, I would sit in silence. I missed community. So began my Zoom meditation journey.

Surrendering to pain sounded like defeat to me and I wasn’t going to be defeated. I wasn't interested in befriending pain. It was my enemy.

This good feeling is healing energy bumping up against my nostrils and inviting me to steer this energy towards my heart.

I choose acceptance over resistance. I choose to pause and listen rather than assume. I choose full responsibility for my actions.

I've talked about my commitment to serenity. I make it sound so simple. Words are easy to say. But how to truly live by them?

I ask myself this morning, what am I doing with my awake time? Life during the pandemic is different. I searched for what is missing.

I didn’t know my strength until I was broken open. Life dealt circumstances and I learned It takes a catastrophe to wake us up.

I felt numb staying home. Then I felt a sense of despair. It was as if many people in my life had died. Grief made me aware. So I adapted.

Covid is looking in my window. I experience a guided meditation early this morning, and tears welled up. I choose to face my fear.

Training my brain to stay in the moment is a day-by-day process. One little affirmation can change the direction of my thoughts.

My energy is changing. I get scared. I give myself permission to continue and allow it to happen. Just be where I am, without labels.

My silence is a gift. My mind is a gift. My heart is a gift. My human vessel is a gift. I am in charge of rising. I am in charge.

Another wrinkle unwrinkles. Another reminder that sorrow holds possibility of relief and understanding. It’s time to change my language.

Life gets really crusty when my fear turns into a wall and I go around in circles. I’ve witnessed before and remedy it by taking action.

I grew up with many rules to follow. Until one day I bumped up against a loss so great I fell in. When I fell in, all these rules fell too

Whatever outcome, it all takes practice—practice to feel the ease of change; practice to find acceptance; practice to get used to new ideas

No matter how prepared, how controlling, how brilliant humanity is with their thinking brains, we don’t know it all. There is so much more.

My goal is to breathe through the hiccups; stay steady through the roadblocks; remain centered through the perceived disasters.