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.

I started calling on angels to help with doctor’s appointments with my daughter. I wanted support, from the car ride to the exam room.

I was lost in my search. Anywhere I looked I was turned away, disappointed, disrespected and rejected. I wore out my excuses.

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

I've been on an accelerated course discovering myself. At times, I feel confused and shaken when I compare my insides to other's outsides.

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.

I fell in love with poetry. There was one poem that was my favorite. I read it often. I knew it by heart. It popped up a lot in my life.

As you practice silence, be patient with your mind. It is the web that we peer through to see our divine nature.

I didn’t have adults around me who took the time to fully listen when I spoke. To this day, I'm sensitive to someone who's half there.

In my Silence, I feel my pain rise, discomfort grow, fear grip me. Sometimes I feel anger bump against my insides. Breath helps it dissipate

Worry has weight. Worry pulls energy down. If I could put a texture on worry, it would stick to my hands like cobwebs. Worry blocks light.

My preoccupation with the past and the future holds regrets and worries. Life's led me to self-care modalities that have enhanced my life.

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.