I can feel the fingers of expectation pressing on my shoulders, I can hear the lists of to do’s being read out loud slowly

All these teachers in my life gifted me with insights, opened my heart, taught me compassion and self-respect

We all have stories. They define where we’ve been, who we are and where we’re going. True healing happens when our stories are heard.

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

The sound they say was louder than anything ever heard except perhaps for the cry of the sailors, returning to find, instead of their homes,

I am my own remedy if I slow down to listen. My breath steadies my path of life.

Opening my mind to the idea that my energy body is as real as my physical body allows me so much more understanding of my life experiences.

I squashed my dreams and complied. I compromised and veered towards the path of least resistance. Wishing I would fight back.

At first, my anger was messy. I wore it smeared in my sneers. Over the years, I found comfort with my anger knowing it is a fuel.

I never did figure out how to pray like a proper follower of the religion I was brought up in. I had to stop emulating everyone else's ideas

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.

I was angry and scared. Not knowing what was next, have to sell the house, move away from the memories

Reframing is a way to create a different way to look at a situation, person or relationship and changing its meaning.

A divine emptiness springs from the heart and brings me to an edge of wonder and trust, fulfilling something deep within me

One person at a time, people are living through incredible indignities, heartbreaks and losses. It’s the time of awakening.

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...

Always heading home when they are called back to their nest. I hear my call when it’s time to circle back. I use my anger to blow off debris

I have thought long and hard about my childhood and my lack of self-worth. Every day we sit in silence builds a stronger connection to...

I sank into the in-between. It was my time for reflection and renewal. I felt like I was in limbo, a place of liminality, like gestating