I find myself sitting in discomfort, fidgeting, unable to make a decision. I don’t think I’m alone.

Acceptance is important in this fluidity. I could be crying from a current news item and then notice a bright red cardinal on my deck.

Helping others is a way of doing service in a community. Boundaries are also important: to know when to step forward and when to replenish.

Know with this intention right now we join together in the power of love and presence of each one of us

As I practice silence, my hearing is more attuned to listening on the inside

Awareness of who we are varies as the colors in a rainbow. Awareness changes as we grow through life experience.

On these beautiful days, walking is a way for me to move my body, breathe in nature, listen to the sounds of life around me

My awareness is a gift My intention is the rudder My breath is my fuel

Stillness has brought me here. My inner world is deep. Yet I look up to pray My inner world is filled with life And yet I sit alone.

I’m thinking about Memorial Day this morning Loved ones present and Loved ones past, what is now and what was then

Years ago as a professional court reporter, I played with the idea of becoming a voice reporter, a person who speaks verbatim words while...

I wrote this poem “Eyelids” back in 2000. Life is a journey. Wisdom reveals itself through our eyes, our hearts, our minds and our souls....

What do I need is a common inner question. The world is demanding even in times of the coronavirus. My inner voice is reciting the...

hen I find a song that speaks to me, I am deeply moved. When I find a singer that represents the passion I feel, I am connected to my life,

Why am I never enough I ask? Everything I do has a label I’ve attached that I lack I’m not fast enough I’ll make a mistake I’m late I’m...

Choosy mothers choose jif Don’t let the door hit you on the way out Mind your manners Take a breath Random thoughts all mulling around...

While saying goodbye to my granddaughter yesterday She was lamenting with a pout How she was missing hugs and kisses

Every morning I sit in silence, trusting I’ll be led to words I write or words already written. I’m reminded of the ebb and flow of breath.

I recognize that there is a creative Power that is infinite and everywhere present

By Shirley Riga I find myself sitting at a table Arm wrestling for control knuckles white hands shaking with my opponent called time I...