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

In that envelope of time when I just wake up, eyes still closed on the edge of sleep, I am in my special time when I ask questions.

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.

Every time I ignore the knock knock, my reservoir empties more. But I found a way to ground by doing forest bathing.

I was taught that the only things that are real are those that can be measured by instruments. Nowhere was I taught to sense energy.

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.

Life gives us opportunities and some of them appear to be safe and some not. Some decisions lead nowhere and cause me pain.

365 days ago, I made a commitment to myself. Every morning, I would sit in silence. I missed community. So began my Zoom meditation journey.

Years ago, in my old life when I worked as a freelance court reporter on the road, I had a conversation about the meaning of little things.

Yesterday, I walked right up to the edge of a bus I was ready to throw myself under, metaphorically speaking. It was a pattern I recognized.

Surrendering to pain sounded like defeat to me and I wasn’t going to be defeated. I wasn't interested in befriending pain. It was my enemy.

I was on a path where I was receptive and open. When one is in that state, one never knows the form the teacher will take.

by David Stephenson. Winter has a lot in common with COVID, like being in a dark cave. But there’s another side to Winter I want to explore

This good feeling is healing energy bumping up against my nostrils and inviting me to steer this energy towards my heart.

I remember the day I started a support group for parents and caregivers of chronically ill and special needs children. It didn't go well.

I choose acceptance over resistance. I choose to pause and listen rather than assume. I choose full responsibility for my actions.

I struggled for years following meditation rules, trying to do it right so as to reap the benefit others found. But I feared inner monsters.

As you practice silence, be patient with your mind. It is the web that we peer through to see our divine nature.