Which direction do I go? What I have or what I lack? A choice every moment My body aches—I’m getting old or I’m grateful for my aging wisdom

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

A spool is a great metaphor for life. My soul is the core of the spool. The continuous thread holds stories of my lifetimes, past & present

Sitting on the planet is 5200 trillion tons of air, or about one ton directly on top of each one of us. Why aren't we crushed?

When I sit in silence, sometimes I grasp my opposite wrist. I feel my bones nestled neatly under my skin. We're spiritual beings in bodies

CNN recently published an article about after-death communication because of the upsurge of communications from loved ones on the other side

I let go of outcomes. An affirmation sign I have displayed on an index card all over my living space because I tend to be goal oriented.

Life is moving on like a ribbon highway. Fear lanes, exploring lanes, growing lanes. All moving in the right direction.

Twice in the last month I experienced someone else's emotions. I suddenly felt an emotion that didn’t feel organic to the situation at hand

The first beginning, coming out of sleep. The second beginning, settling down for meditation. The third beginning, the crystal bowl.

I’m living in a body that holds memories no longer useful to me. What do I do with the memories? I have anger. What do I do with the anger?

The synchronicity within the tapestry of life is beyond my understanding. I’m grateful for the wisdom of the Universe.

I thought worrying was a problem specific to me until I learned about psychological time versus clock time.

Every living being has an energy body better known as an aura. We hold traumas there. It's called psychic debris. Time to clean it out.

For most of my career, I sat at a computer screen. The idea of a meditation meeting on a zoom screen didn't conjure up warm fuzzy feelings.

I decided to spend the last year of the 20th century writing a journal where I pondered the moon. And dreams of getting it published.

I have the ability to imagine anything I want. I learned to prepare for the worst so I got really good at imagining worse-case scenarios.

My attic was littered with old memories no longer important to me and yet, I’ve held on to them forever. It was time to clean house.

My imagination is the canvas I use to build this comforting place within. Spending time in silence allows me to relax. Til fear shows up.

I often think about my ability to survive my life. We all have our stories. Using my breath has been a crucial tool in my challenging times.