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

I used to beat myself up. If I messed up, I'd call myself names. I'd have deep regrets for things I didn't do. That changed with a question.

My reparenting began as I was welcomed into this world. No matter what truths were happening as a child, I redefined a core belief.

I reparent myself by choosing gentleness no matter the consequence at hand. It’s not easy because my brain's trained to judge, blame, punish

And so we go on, deeper into the maze and edging our feet into the water, and we and it – maze or water – are not the same as we were before