I often think about my ability to survive my life. We all have our stories. Using my breath has been a crucial tool in my challenging times.

Growing older indeed involves growing wiser. I learn from each challenge instead of resisting. It’s the flow in and out that’s important.

A book caught my eye yesterday as I gazed in that in-between space in early dawn. It was a subtle nudge I’ve learned to pay attention to.

Have you ever felt like there are different parts of you that are sometimes at odds with each other? It's normal. But how to be happy?

I feel softened on the inside, seeking comforting beauty. I deserve to pause and remember I am worthy of flowers. I bloom with abandon.

We have dreams and goals, and yet many of us are stuck somewhere, feeling unable to achieve what we want. What's stopping me?

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

Yesterday was a day in my history. I lived without a net. I stayed in the present. I didn’t look forward or back. It was a free day.

Thank you to a friend for submitting the poem below. At first read, it felt angry. Second read a little less. Third read I agree. Enough...

I am grateful for the sunshine today. Sunshine has broken free from the darkness. June has broken free from May. And it’s a new day!

From an eagle’s view, we humans weathered a tsunami breaking us open. Some of us picked up the pieces, others blamed. It's a choice.

The two worlds are growing closer. The great merging of the egoic mind and the Divine. I’m a spiritual being in a human body.

Many blessings are still with me from my trip to Ireland. It's where I fell in love with black birds. I talk to them. There's trust.

It's surmised that every 6 seconds a decision is made to do the same thing or do something different. What are your daily decisions?

We do things by habit so that we don’t have to think about them or because we feel safer . Habit is the opposite of being intentional.

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.

Every day I awaken with the challenge to be present in every moment, to stay in my body, grounded in the now.

I'm recovering from good/bad thinking. My good has been defined by high ideals. Hitting a wall is a wakeup call. Pain is a motivator.

My grounding for self-love is being in my heart, knowing that the Divine exists within me, and understanding that I don’t have to be perfect

Discerning is a skill I practice every day. I forget to take from what I give and I’m left with a hollowness needing solace.