As I practice living every day, I surrender my pessimism and remember there's a learning in every experience no matter how difficult or good

We are all in this together and yet I choose not to engage in the cacophony of competition and negativity. I choose harmony.

what does it take to stay in an open and loving heart no matter what is happening around me?

I'm like a catcher. I choose what to accept or deny by gesturing with signals. The pitcher is life with its various fast & slow pitches.

I have been cultivating my true self for decades, peeling away the pain and confusion, the layers of thick crusty protection that helped me.

I know what sand feels like when I’m standing on the beach. I want to live in the beach scene. I don’t want to live in the circus.

There is no exception. The collective consciousness is palpable. There will come a day we look back with amazement.

I want to be in the Now. But I don’t want to again be in that “mush” state like when I was on anti-depressants. That is not the Now I want.

For many years I made it a habit to overeat as it always gave me the benefit of curtailing my emotions, sensations and tension.

A moment in the mirror I visit myself. I choose to peek because I seek to connect within. Life becomes what I focus on.

My illusions are transmuting into inner truths as I walk my journey and listen to my heart. Change is happening at a much faster rate.

I stand before my inner fire and bow my head in gratitude for the losses in my life.

I read in a book that coming out has to be better for the soul than living one's life in various shades of invisibility.

Her hair hung below her waist bumping at the back of her knees when she walked. So much of her perceived identity was in her hair.

I feel so deeply it hurts to be human and at the same time the hurt is being human. Humanity is reacting. Humanity is waiting.

We're learning we are all connected. What more proof do we need than to examine our heartache for what is happening around us. It all hurts.

My inner critic left yesterday morning. I have practiced silence for many days and have become more observant of my inner life.

I say to my teacher I am not ready, I say to myself there must be more, I say to my friend you must be mistaken

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

I blew out my carburetor. I started with my grief-stricken heart and pushed past exhaustion until I felt my deep loss.