I’ve been scared away by life again. Two steps forward, one step back. Why does my humanness have to interfere with my happiness?

I've created an altar I sit in on a daily basis to listen, feel, write and deliver. These 300 days of meditation have been a journey for me.

Life gets really crusty when my fear turns into a wall and I go around in circles. I’ve witnessed before and remedy it by taking action.

I breathe in patience and breathe out compassion. I stand as one with my spirit and human body, guided by my soul. I am whole.

Understanding my spouse chose an exit point helps me accept the trauma of that day. It helps me understand there is a greater force at work

There is a new normal coming and I don’t know what it looks like. My intention is to stand at the helm of my boat with my sea legs adjusting

Sometimes I say something that others don’t like. And they respond in negative ways. In the past, I would get defensive, call them names.

Allowing myself to feel my deep emotions is a key. It’s up to me to find a safe place with an intention to feel my pain.

All the years I battled with fear and anxiety were just practice. Time to practice is not based on anyone’s timetable. Practice is wise.

Covid is knocking on our friend’s doors and maybe on our doors. By treating our self with loving respect and kindness, we set the example

Expectations take me out of the moment and places me smack dab in the middle of stress. Mindfulness means staying aware. I choose awareness.

The breaking open reveals the doors to love and fear, the paradox of life. Both are always present because we are human and we are spirit.

The first time I experienced a letting go of me I thought I was dying. I was surprised when I woke up.

I learned as a child if my clothes catch on fire to stop, drop and roll. Metaphorically, stop, drop and roll is not far off from Covid news.

We can choose to focus on fear and predict dire outcomes. Or we can focus on our breath and listen. Healing happens when you do the work.

The mind sticks to what it knows soaking up knowledge by example or taught by often wounded teachers. I am more.

Maybe it’s a habit of worry. Maybe it’s my way of reminding myself I’m not in control. Daily I let go and bring in gentleness.

I do know the majority of people walking on this earth judge themselves using shame and guilt as a guide to their actions.

I had some mind-bending experiences as the teacher challenged my belief systems using role-playing in scenarios that mirrored my beliefs.

As I practice living every day, I surrender my pessimism and remember there's a learning in every experience no matter how difficult or good