I am a barometer, not just using my senses to navigate my world. I use my whole field, the space around me and in me. I need balance.

Someone once told me that there's nothing more important than being good. I learned to be good at a spiritual practice. It takes practice

I am the sum of all my experiences. Life would be grand on all scales if humanity held curiosity and innocence along with adult wisdom

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

This good feeling is healing energy bumping up against my nostrils and inviting me to steer this energy towards my heart.

I ask myself this morning, what am I doing with my awake time? Life during the pandemic is different. I searched for what is missing.

I felt numb staying home. Then I felt a sense of despair. It was as if many people in my life had died. Grief made me aware. So I adapted.

Your name holds energy. Your name transcends all other words. Our names hold power. Honoring others begins by honoring myself.

Gratitude is grounding and focusing. It is another anchor in my life. I am learning to set aside the old and welcome in the new normal.

With gratitude held in the palm of my hand, I feel the warmth of my heart. I am grounded in this healing. I welcome my wisdom.

I worked in a job that required me to be focused at all times. I kept order in the office while my life was spinning out of control.

I have been writing my own book of rules. Not my parents, not my teachers Not my bosses or opiners. My rules – my moments.

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

The next time you find yourself listening o music that expands your heart, know the cells of your soul are singing with you.

I never knew how capable I was of dealing with problems. I never knew how deeply I could feel until life carved out the edges of my heart.

Dwell on human kindness. What does it even mean? How does one do this?

My joy never seems to tire to be available when I’m ready to let it in. It bubbles up in my throat over a story of wonder.

I could idle my time away from life and relive my past, ruminating my losses and my hurts. My wife says “Let’s live in joy." Easy to say.

Music soothes us and connects us in ways we can’t even begin to understand. My mom died at the age of 102, three months shy of her 103rd.

As I make my way through my day, I often find that I’m thinking of people from my past. I don’t mind sharing the here and now.