The first time I experienced a letting go of me I thought I was dying. I was surprised when I woke up.

I learned as a child if my clothes catch on fire to stop, drop and roll. Metaphorically, stop, drop and roll is not far off from Covid news.

Pain is a teacher that nags at me when I don’t pay attention. I never experienced unrelenting pain until I was brought to my knees by fibro

The birth of writing is a metaphor for living. We never know where a journey will end. It’s only important to do the journey's work.

We can choose to focus on fear and predict dire outcomes. Or we can focus on our breath and listen. Healing happens when you do the work.

I used to be a grudge holder. If someone hurt me, I would forever remember who they were and what they did. Then I learned something.

I couldn’t believe this injustice on top of all I had gone through and was facing. But did I want to be right or do I want to be happy?

I know what sand feels like when I’m standing on the beach. I want to live in the beach scene. I don’t want to live in the circus.

I want to be in the Now. But I don’t want to again be in that “mush” state like when I was on anti-depressants. That is not the Now I want.

I read in a book that coming out has to be better for the soul than living one's life in various shades of invisibility.

I escaped through my sense of smell to a place of comfort. A few seconds became an eternity of an experience.

Her hair hung below her waist bumping at the back of her knees when she walked. So much of her perceived identity was in her hair.

My tears were profound. The feelings, the depression. I slowly threw the journal pages and gifts into the fire, one piece at a time.

I worked in a job that required me to be focused at all times. I kept order in the office while my life was spinning out of control.

I’m getting tired of dragging around all this old baggage of emotional pain.

Surrendering is letting go of the pursuit to understand everything. Surrendering is about acceptance. Surrendering is inquiring with honesty

I recognize when I feel overwhelmed and confused, it’s good. My brain struggles with this new concept and it doesn’t know what to do with it

Practice takes patience and trust, a clear direction and repetition over and over again until acceptance erases the fight.

I sank into the in-between. It was my time for reflection and renewal. I felt like I was in limbo, a place of liminality, like gestating