The first beginning, coming out of sleep. The second beginning, settling down for meditation. The third beginning, the crystal bowl.

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?

The synchronicity within the tapestry of life is beyond my understanding. I’m grateful for the wisdom of the Universe.

I thought worrying was a problem specific to me until I learned about psychological time versus clock time.

Every living being has an energy body better known as an aura. We hold traumas there. It's called psychic debris. Time to clean it out.

For most of my career, I sat at a computer screen. The idea of a meditation meeting on a zoom screen didn't conjure up warm fuzzy feelings.

I decided to spend the last year of the 20th century writing a journal where I pondered the moon. And dreams of getting it published.

I have the ability to imagine anything I want. I learned to prepare for the worst so I got really good at imagining worse-case scenarios.

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.

My imagination is the canvas I use to build this comforting place within. Spending time in silence allows me to relax. Til fear shows up.

I often think about my ability to survive my life. We all have our stories. Using my breath has been a crucial tool in my challenging times.

Growing older indeed involves growing wiser. I learn from each challenge instead of resisting. It’s the flow in and out that’s important.

A book caught my eye yesterday as I gazed in that in-between space in early dawn. It was a subtle nudge I’ve learned to pay attention to.

Have you ever felt like there are different parts of you that are sometimes at odds with each other? It's normal. But how to be happy?

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?

Yesterday was a day in my history. I lived without a net. I stayed in the present. I didn’t look forward or back. It was a free day.

Thank you to a friend for submitting the poem below. At first read, it felt angry. Second read a little less. Third read I agree. Enough...

I am grateful for the sunshine today. Sunshine has broken free from the darkness. June has broken free from May. And it’s a new day!