My grounding for self-love is being in my heart, knowing that the Divine exists within me, and understanding that I don’t have to be perfect

Last week was full of doctors’ appointments. I don’t like focusing on my body. I’d rather feel and sense life through my heart’s eyes.

I was committed to suffering. It hurt too much to do anything else. But journaling changed my life.

Slowly I am unwinding from Covid hibernation. My atrophied body improves daily. It's the great turning as our authentic self emerges.

I'm comfortable living with my core beliefs and behaviors until they don’t work any longer. I bumped up against my awareness this weekend.

I kept having a dream last night, my children suffering. It's so difficult to feel helpless when a loved one suffers. Easier to blame myself

For years I have been telling myself a story that begins on my first birthday when my sister was born with a hole in her heart.

I’ve been thinking about the power of intention as plans come together for a getaway. I set an intention for a commitment ritual for myself.

Another evening of terror dreams from the pot I stirred leaving me tired but determined to conquer my fears.

A concept is an idea or notion conceived in the mind. I developed a belief I was unsafe if I was misunderstood. How to release it?

I have built defensive walls around the innocence of my inner child because of my early experiences. Can a bird's-eye view help?

I was raised understanding my job was to be nice above all else. That translated into forgetting about me. And to fibromyalgia.

I have been managing my anxiety for years now and sometimes I still lose control.

My reparenting began as I was welcomed into this world. No matter what truths were happening as a child, I redefined a core belief.

Screenwriters learn that there are 2 types of characters: steadfast and change. Story happens when they meet and bump up against each other.

I can’t make sense of the struggles that befall people. My life changed because I found lessons in everything I experienced.

A black marker mars my sight. How am I supposed to see my way through this murky world? I’m not ready to welcome it in.

At that moment I could finally feel it and I realized I would never, alone, fill that bottomless hole inside me. A visualization helped.

I was lost in my search. Anywhere I looked I was turned away, disappointed, disrespected and rejected. I wore out my excuses.

Life in this Pandemic teaches me on a daily basis to practice presence. A feeling of support, togetherness, and trust goes a long way.