With the intention of connecting within and writing a morning meditation, I practice exercises to wake up my energy body.

I thought worrying was a problem specific to me until I learned about psychological time versus clock time.

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.

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?

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

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

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?

And so we go on, deeper into the maze and edging our feet into the water, and we and it – maze or water – are not the same as we were before

To live in truth is grounded in the present. My lifelong anxiety is based on traumatic memories and future worries. My breath is an anchor.

Sunrise is a magical time. The birds know it. They stretch their wings, sing songs, celebrate. The earth says wake up there

Life in this Pandemic teaches me on a daily basis to practice presence. A feeling of support, togetherness, and trust goes a long way.

We have within us an ancient mind and a future one. What if humanity is at a choice point where we must choose between two different paths?

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.

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

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

I’m lost today not knowing what to write about. I put myself up on a pedestal and crash. This past week held stunning miracles of the heart.

I have been thinking about the loneliness of Covid—each of us confined in our lives with our individual configurations. Alone with our fear.