From an eagle’s view, we humans weathered a tsunami breaking us open. Some of us picked up the pieces, others blamed. It's a choice.

Many blessings are still with me from my trip to Ireland. It's where I fell in love with black birds. I talk to them. There's trust.

We do things by habit so that we don’t have to think about them or because we feel safer . Habit is the opposite of being intentional.

It’s my job to stay open minded, and believe in the process of releasing. As soon as I start blaming or denying, the process stalls.

My grounding for self-love is being in my heart, knowing that the Divine exists within me, and understanding that I don’t have to be perfect

Slowly I am unwinding from Covid hibernation. My atrophied body improves daily. It's the great turning as our authentic self emerges.

With open arms I welcome Spring with the newness, the color and warmth. Inspiration offers an overall dose of good. So I made a decision.

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.

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.

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

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

I used to beat myself up. If I messed up, I'd call myself names. I'd have deep regrets for things I didn't do. That changed with a question.

I reparent myself by choosing gentleness no matter the consequence at hand. It’s not easy because my brain's trained to judge, blame, punish

A black marker mars my sight. How am I supposed to see my way through this murky world? I’m not ready to welcome it in.

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

It’s so easy to believe what we see, feel or were taught when there is so much more. Sometimes it takes someone else holding a light for us.

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.

Those three words are so helpful to hear when I’m struggling with self-acceptance. As a child I wasn’t believed.

When the story of our past holds so much trauma it blurs the present, one may feel they are swimming upstream. There's more to us than ego.