I am made up of two minds. One lives in my human body, aware of my past and present. My other mind lives in my heart where the miracles are.

At times, I have been so overcome by words, I feel violated. Words have energy and carry the same force and effect as they intend.

Breaking open is occurring all over the planet. Catastrophe is striking lives of all ages. People are shaken awake and choosing their path.

I’ve read that core beliefs are a person’s most central ideas about themselves. Everything's filtered through them. Even if they aren't true

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.

In my Silence, I feel my pain rise, discomfort grow, fear grip me. Sometimes I feel anger bump against my insides. Breath helps it dissipate

I started dreading when this wonderful thing will end or be taken away from me. I set myself up for the fall. I created the Ache.

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.

I’m humbled by the innate intelligence of my physical body and my spiritual body. So, I wasn’t surprised when the spasms started in my back.

I’ve wanted something all my life. To be heard, to feel loved, to have friends, to belong. But there was always something missing.

I've felt lost most of my life. And now I reparent myself. I imagine myself as an elder, sitting in the upholstered chair in the living room

Worry has weight. Worry pulls energy down. If I could put a texture on worry, it would stick to my hands like cobwebs. Worry blocks light.

I've had a problem most of my adult life. But I didn’t know it. After 30 years, I started seeing it.

No matter what lessons I walk through and what learning I glean, I always come back to myself, accountable to me.

People who are “live alones” prefer not having anyone in their personal space. Live withs gather energy by being with others. Which are you?

The seventh and last valley of Attar is the Valley of Deprivation and Death. This is the valley of forgetting all.

Experiencing an earthquake is an interesting metaphor when healing painful memories. I choose to move on and learn and grow more.

My body speaks to me. Sometimes I don’t understand the messages. Memories hold energy. How can I release the energy and pain?

My preoccupation with the past and the future holds regrets and worries. Life's led me to self-care modalities that have enhanced my life.

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.