I've lived my life in fear. I had an inside infrastructure designed to keep me safe. Making a commitment has changed everything and nothing.

As a member of Spiritual Directors’ International, I participated in a Native American Spirituality workshop. The messages were profound.

I’ve decided to put a wall mirror in my meditation room. Nothing fancy. Just something I can gaze at to reinforce my accountability.

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.

I once dug myself into a hole so deep that I had no idea how I would get out. It became my secret. And my burden.

I was committed to suffering. It hurt too much to do anything else. But journaling changed my life.

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

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.

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

I'm comfortable living with my core beliefs and behaviors until they don’t work any longer. I bumped up against my awareness this weekend.

I kept having a dream last night, my children suffering. It's so difficult to feel helpless when a loved one suffers. Easier to blame myself

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?

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?

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?