Too many people around me are suffering with illness and challenges. I feel hopeless and helpless. I worry I'm next.

A book caught my eye yesterday as I gazed in that in-between space in early dawn. It was a subtle nudge I’ve learned to pay attention to.

I feel softened on the inside, seeking comforting beauty. I deserve to pause and remember I am worthy of flowers. I bloom with abandon.

Many blessings are still with me from my trip to Ireland. It's where I fell in love with black birds. I talk to them. There's trust.

I’ve adapted to the pandemic, masks and distances, living with the uncertainties. Nature is the steady guiding hand.

Life is full of opposites. The only consistent non-changing aspect is my inner light, my inner spark, my inner fire.

My greatest pivotal moment came when I viewed myself as a pupil of life rather than a victim. I still struggle with it but I'm learning.

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