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.

Growing older indeed involves growing wiser. I learn from each challenge instead of resisting. It’s the flow in and out that’s important.

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.

Have you ever felt like there are different parts of you that are sometimes at odds with each other? It's normal. But how to be happy?

I grew up in a very conservative atheistic household dominated by a tyrannical father. I never individuated. I hid in order to survive. I...

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

We have dreams and goals, and yet many of us are stuck somewhere, feeling unable to achieve what we want. What's stopping me?

Last night in an energy practice circle I shared my vulnerability and revealed my doubts about my inner wisdom. Will my thoughts ever quiet?

Yesterday was a day in my history. I lived without a net. I stayed in the present. I didn’t look forward or back. It was a free day.

Thank you to a friend for submitting the poem below. At first read, it felt angry. Second read a little less. Third read I agree. Enough...

I am grateful for the sunshine today. Sunshine has broken free from the darkness. June has broken free from May. And it’s a new day!

From an eagle’s view, we humans weathered a tsunami breaking us open. Some of us picked up the pieces, others blamed. It's a choice.

The two worlds are growing closer. The great merging of the egoic mind and the Divine. I’m a spiritual being in a human body.

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.

It's surmised that every 6 seconds a decision is made to do the same thing or do something different. What are your daily decisions?

We do things by habit so that we don’t have to think about them or because we feel safer . Habit is the opposite of being intentional.