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.

The two worlds are growing closer. The great merging of the egoic mind and the Divine. I’m a spiritual being in a human body.

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.

It's surmised that every 6 seconds a decision is made to do the same thing or do something different. What are your daily decisions?

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.

Every day I awaken with the challenge to be present in every moment, to stay in my body, grounded in the now.

I'm recovering from good/bad thinking. My good has been defined by high ideals. Hitting a wall is a wakeup call. Pain is a motivator.

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

Discerning is a skill I practice every day. I forget to take from what I give and I’m left with a hollowness needing solace.

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

I've lived my life in fear. I had an inside infrastructure designed to keep me safe. Making a commitment has changed everything and nothing.

As a member of Spiritual Directors’ International, I participated in a Native American Spirituality workshop. The messages were profound.

I’ve decided to put a wall mirror in my meditation room. Nothing fancy. Just something I can gaze at to reinforce my accountability.

Last week was full of doctors’ appointments. I don’t like focusing on my body. I’d rather feel and sense life through my heart’s eyes.

I once dug myself into a hole so deep that I had no idea how I would get out. It became my secret. And my burden.

I was committed to suffering. It hurt too much to do anything else. But journaling changed my life.

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.