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

I’ve survived another wormhole in my life. Every July I relive the downward trend of my daughter’s life culminating in her loss in September

I’ve leaned over the edge and fallen into my heart. It happened without me realizing it. I feel so deeply and wonder if I fit in anymore

In the early morning hour when my awareness is alive I am grateful to remember my practice of silence

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

These 4 words are the recipe to my day. It’s like approaching a diving board with the intention of diving deep into a pool of water.

We are all searching for ease in life. The purpose of the dark night of the soul is to purge that which no longer serves

My heartbeat seems to have no thoughts or judgments, but it reacts when I feel stress, when I feel love, when I feel loss.

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

I learned a rule to live by: if I am not centered, my job is to get centered. If I am, my job is to help others or be creative.

I learned to speak love during our time together. I also learned to trust and the power of vulnerability.

As I navigate through my grief days, I am familiar with U-turns. It’s so easy for me to beat myself up for not thinking clearly.

Surrendering is letting go of the pursuit to understand everything. Surrendering is about acceptance. Surrendering is inquiring with honesty

I started thinking about those things that I can change

I reflect often on the path humanity is on to discover this inner essence. It’s hard to maintain this perspective when my mind gets fearful

My awareness of my self talk leads me to discover what my beliefs are which leads me to find a remedy for...

The memory is in the lamp I hold up to the dark searching for respite. Where is my calmness? Where is my comfort?

Trees lose their loved ones and in their plight, they reach underground to each other to strengthen their existence.

She was a caged butterfly needing space to fly free. Grief comes when it comes without an invitation.

It’s my choice whether I side with my Higher Self or feed the fear in my Lower Self. When I interact with my Lower Self, my Higher Self is..