All he wanted to do was come through the door like the six of us did, walk freely. I’m a member of a hospice choir, and we just finished...

I had trouble sleeping. My doctor proscribed Melatonin. It solved the problem. But then I started looking into root causes, and didn't stop.

I struggle with my inner thoughts, my body pain, my emotional pain, my global pain. I feel everything at a deep level.

With the intention of connecting within and writing a morning meditation, I practice exercises to wake up my energy body.

We continue to bear the light As we live our lives day after day Time confines us by human standards And we are so much more

We all seek relief of some kind. My moments of self-care in a day get de-prioritized as I am distracted from one thing to another.

Every living being has an energy body better known as an aura. We hold traumas there. It's called psychic debris. Time to clean it out.

Last night in an energy practice circle I shared my vulnerability and revealed my doubts about my inner wisdom. Will my thoughts ever quiet?

It’s my job to stay open minded, and believe in the process of releasing. As soon as I start blaming or denying, the process stalls.

Last week was full of doctors’ appointments. I don’t like focusing on my body. I’d rather feel and sense life through my heart’s eyes.

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.

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

I have lost my ability to sing. I wonder if my tender emotions have been part of it. So I went on a retreat to learn to love myself.

Those three words are so helpful to hear when I’m struggling with self-acceptance. As a child I wasn’t believed.

When the story of our past holds so much trauma it blurs the present, one may feel they are swimming upstream. There's more to us than ego.

I chose to call close my inner child. I'm 8 years old, standing in the yard. If I had the opportunity to speak to her, what would I say?

When I listened to reflections, I felt myself become an observer of me listening. I live more with the dualism of being human and spirit.

I fell in love with poetry. There was one poem that was my favorite. I read it often. I knew it by heart. It popped up a lot in my life.