I used to be a grudge holder. If someone hurt me, I would forever remember who they were and what they did. Then I learned something.

It’s time we put down the fight and pick up the love. It’s time we see the good in the different.

We are living in extraordinary times. Stay steady and true to yourself like the water wheel, knowing the next turn brings more insights

I want to be in the Now. But I don’t want to again be in that “mush” state like when I was on anti-depressants. That is not the Now I want.

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

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

When anger is ignored, it’s a fuel that burns uncontrolled. Being creative helps me use my anger fuel.

I recognize when I feel overwhelmed and confused, it’s good. My brain struggles with this new concept and it doesn’t know what to do with it

Practice takes patience and trust, a clear direction and repetition over and over again until acceptance erases the fight.

My stories of pain are no longer there as they may have contributed to who I am but they don’t define me. My altar holds little lights...