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

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

We are all searching for ease in life. The purpose of the dark night of the soul is to purge that which no longer serves

I learned a rule to live by: if I am not centered, my job is to get centered. If I am, my job is to help others or be creative.

As I navigate through my grief days, I am familiar with U-turns. It’s so easy for me to beat myself up for not thinking clearly.

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?

Trees lose their loved ones and in their plight, they reach underground to each other to strengthen their existence.

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..

My meditative practice is in my recipe for survival through these tumultuous times.

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

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

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...

My old self would feel lost amid the rocky goings-on with fingers pointing at me if something went wrong.

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.

When anger is ignored, it’s a fuel that burns uncontrolled. Being creative helps me use my anger fuel.