Sometimes I go down a rabbit hole of despair Losing my way into critical thoughts, and pointing fingers and oh poor me. Namaste I say to...

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 release what doesn’t serve me, hold on to what does, and relax in the knowing I’ll recognize the difference.

I always find myself in dreams like this when I’m on the cusp of change, feeling bigness before me in an emptiness of waiting

We are living in an accelerated space and time right now and life is intense. It’s worth learning to be mindful of where our attention lies

It’s so easy to fall into the abyss of despair riding the fear swirling in the sea of unconsciousness.

It takes courage to be honest But the payoff is huge

Staying in the moment is the key to managing anxiety and stress. Mindfulness means creating an intention, giving it full attention with...

In your complexity your mind is figuring everything out and your heart is listening to itself. And the war starts - which one is right.

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

Without uttering words, I heard the message Be proud of who you are

And my mind is on guard watching for the enemy of hurt, a hardened habit guarding me as a sentinel standing at attention