I can tell when my ego is speaking with its worries and declarations. I can tell when my wisdom is speaking with its insights and guidance.

I started looking back on all the topics and tools we’ve reflected on over these 500 days. Today, I picked one to look at.

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.

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.

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

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.

Every day I awaken with the challenge to be present in every moment, to stay in my body, grounded in the now.

The power of words has weaved through my life over six decades. Words hurt. Words help. Words are powerful.

I'm recovering from good/bad thinking. My good has been defined by high ideals. Hitting a wall is a wakeup call. Pain is a motivator.

My grounding for self-love is being in my heart, knowing that the Divine exists within me, and understanding that I don’t have to be perfect

Discerning is a skill I practice every day. I forget to take from what I give and I’m left with a hollowness needing solace.

Slowly I am unwinding from Covid hibernation. My atrophied body improves daily. It's the great turning as our authentic self emerges.

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

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.