I sank into the in-between. It was my time for reflection and renewal. I felt like I was in limbo, a place of liminality, like gestating

The next time you find yourself listening o music that expands your heart, know the cells of your soul are singing with you.

I was under a rock hiding from the light, playing with denial and living in frustration. I wanted better.

Twice in my life I have trained to become a hospice worker. The power of truth has a resonance I can feel.

I’m sprouting. Something I’ve wanted to do for a while taking hard lentils and watch them come alive with life.

I never knew how capable I was of dealing with problems. I never knew how deeply I could feel until life carved out the edges of my heart.

Dwell on human kindness. What does it even mean? How does one do this?

Unexpected turns of events challenge us, Uncertainty brings us discomfort, we dislike not knowing.

Life is like an onion. Layer upon layer becomes more exposed as I discover, understand and let go memories, core beliefs and old habits.

I value our meditation community. I held the space and others showed up to be connected in this challenging time.

My joy never seems to tire to be available when I’m ready to let it in. It bubbles up in my throat over a story of wonder.

I don’t want to sit with my head in my hands at the corner of what was and what is any more.

I could idle my time away from life and relive my past, ruminating my losses and my hurts. My wife says “Let’s live in joy." Easy to say.

There is truth in crossroads. One's life expands if one is willing to see what can be.

I’m recognizing my discomfort in waiting My new routine has been disrupted and I’m wandering in circles

Standing strong in one’s values may go against the grain of other’s expectations. It takes courage to hold to your values.

My life has given me hailstorms in the past I’ll do my best to avoid one in the future because they hurt and change my direction

I am my own best advocate. I rise to what I need in any given moment. I am the parent I always wanted

I read about quarantine fatigue, a term used to describe the exhaustion and low energy associated with the COVID constraints.

Where did we lose the way of viewing our individuality as a gift rather than a curse? I bought into the judgment and condemned myself