I have several friends facing life-threatening illness. What does one say in light of devastating news? I know silence is not the answer

Three years ago, I had Stage 3 Kidney disease. Then I developed severe digestive problems and was forced to change my food choices.

I often think about my ability to survive my life. We all have our stories. Using my breath has been a crucial tool in my challenging times.

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.

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

Those three words are so helpful to hear when I’m struggling with self-acceptance. As a child I wasn’t believed.

I was 35 years old the first time I got angry. It took me being in a really safe place. But I was mad. And I let her know it.

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.

I have a fierce pride in what I believe in. My goal is to live this intention all the time but fear gets in the way. How to deal with it?

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.

During the most traumatic event of my life, I miraculously found stillness in the turbulence of the surrounding violence I was subjected to.

I am living my herstory one day at a time, struggling and succeeding, loving and losing, and loving again

Understanding my spouse chose an exit point helps me accept the trauma of that day. It helps me understand there is a greater force at work

There is a new normal coming and I don’t know what it looks like. My intention is to stand at the helm of my boat with my sea legs adjusting

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

We can choose to focus on fear and predict dire outcomes. Or we can focus on our breath and listen. Healing happens when you do the work.

Maybe it’s a habit of worry. Maybe it’s my way of reminding myself I’m not in control. Daily I let go and bring in gentleness.

When I have an annoying memory that keeps replaying in my mind, I'm stuck in the memory and stuck being a victim. This exercise relieved me.

I have used food all my life to hide my pain. Then I faced my food issues as a spiritual practice.

Today is a day of waiting. Today I connect with my heart and believe there is a greater purpose afoot.