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.

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.

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?

I’ve adapted to the pandemic, masks and distances, living with the uncertainties. Nature is the steady guiding hand.

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?

I believe in the dimension of our true reality, a reality that is beyond the physical world on this earth. The veil is thinning.

I have built defensive walls around the innocence of my inner child because of my early experiences. Can a bird's-eye view help?

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