There is a theme that has been playing over and over throughout my life. Helpless and voiceless.

On an overcast day, I gathered my shame and unworthiness and went for a ride. To settle the matter of their presence in my life.

We are nearing 500 days. We have endured together and apart. We have explored ourselves. We have listened and shared. Change is inevitable.

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

Bifocal vision is seeing with my physical eyes while viewing from my heart and intuition. It helped as I peeled away layers of core wounds

I’ve been working with a healer over the past 2 months to help me clear suffering from my body. Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

I’m living in a body that holds memories no longer useful to me. What do I do with the memories? I have anger. What do I do with the anger?

My attic was littered with old memories no longer important to me and yet, I’ve held on to them forever. It was time to clean house.

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?

Nothing is static. We live in an illusion of stability. Everything is changing. Including us.

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.

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.

I replenish myself by making time for spiritual connection. I integrate my inner life and my outer life. I am peaceful and at ease.

At that moment I could finally feel it and I realized I would never, alone, fill that bottomless hole inside me. A visualization helped.

I have lost my ability to sing. I wonder if my tender emotions have been part of it. So I went on a retreat to learn to love myself.

I was on a path where I was receptive and open. When one is in that state, one never knows the form the teacher will take.