All he wanted to do was come through the door like the six of us did, walk freely. I’m a member of a hospice choir, and we just finished...

I've experienced food bullying since childhood. As I hear people facing illnesses & disorders, I wonder what unresolved emotions are at play

Our egos are built with thick walls fortified by our childhood experiences, our need to fit in, our want for success, our inner judge

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.

Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse where someone is made to question their own sanity or perception. It can explain some behaviors

On this marked day of renewal for life, for love, for all sentient beings on this Earth, I offer this prayer.

Do I stay informed and take action or do I focus on my inner life? Is there a way to do both?

We have within us an ancient mind and a future one. What if humanity is at a choice point where we must choose between two different paths?

I don’t remember when I discovered her. She emerged one day sitting in front of me, watching me.

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.

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.

Using introspection, we can maintain an interior monologue of an "I" talking with "me". We can say "I drive myself crazy." But who's me & I?

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.

In that envelope of time when I just wake up, eyes still closed on the edge of sleep, I am in my special time when I ask questions.

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 chose to call close my inner child. I'm 8 years old, standing in the yard. If I had the opportunity to speak to her, what would I say?

When I listened to reflections, I felt myself become an observer of me listening. I live more with the dualism of being human and spirit.

Every time I ignore the knock knock, my reservoir empties more. But I found a way to ground by doing forest bathing.