With open arms I welcome Spring with the newness, the color and warmth. Inspiration offers an overall dose of good. So I made a decision.

In my awake times when I am surrounded by responsibilities and timelines day after day, I often feel the weight of life’s challenges.

I'm comfortable living with my core beliefs and behaviors until they don’t work any longer. I bumped up against my awareness this weekend.

I kept having a dream last night, my children suffering. It's so difficult to feel helpless when a loved one suffers. Easier to blame myself

When I'm in the unfamiliar, I disappear. I steady my breath. Today, I step over the threshold into my alignment.

For years I have been telling myself a story that begins on my first birthday when my sister was born with a hole in her heart.

I’ve been thinking about the power of intention as plans come together for a getaway. I set an intention for a commitment ritual for myself.

The friendships never went anywhere and I couldn't understand why. What was it about me? Was something wrong with my personality?

I’ve adapted to the pandemic, masks and distances, living with the uncertainties. Nature is the steady guiding hand.

Some pain is so great that it's necessary to hold onto it to give it the significance it deserves. Anything short of that trivializes it.

Yesterday, I surrendered. I cried. It was a windy day. I sat outside in the sunshine, I closed my eyes and saw sands blowing in the wind.

Another evening of terror dreams from the pot I stirred leaving me tired but determined to conquer my fears.

A concept is an idea or notion conceived in the mind. I developed a belief I was unsafe if I was misunderstood. How to release it?

I believe in the dimension of our true reality, a reality that is beyond the physical world on this earth. The veil is thinning.

In psychology, there is a model called the four stages of competence. Can I apply this model to the new tools I learn in our incubator?

I have built defensive walls around the innocence of my inner child because of my early experiences. Can a bird's-eye view help?

I was raised understanding my job was to be nice above all else. That translated into forgetting about me. And to fibromyalgia.

I have been managing my anxiety for years now and sometimes I still lose control.

I replenish myself by making time for spiritual connection. I integrate my inner life and my outer life. I am peaceful and at ease.

I am the sum of all my experiences. Life would be grand on all scales if humanity held curiosity and innocence along with adult wisdom