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.

I've had a problem most of my adult life. But I didn’t know it. After 30 years, I started seeing it.

I am living my herstory one day at a time, struggling and succeeding, loving and losing, and loving again

No matter what lessons I walk through and what learning I glean, I always come back to myself, accountable to me.

No matter what position I put myself in, what positive change I make, what intention I make, what activity I do, I come back to uncertainty.

I’ve learned how important it is to honor my needs, not deny them. Now I bow to the wisdom of my vessel and honor the inner alarms.

People who are “live alones” prefer not having anyone in their personal space. Live withs gather energy by being with others. Which are you?

The seventh and last valley of Attar is the Valley of Deprivation and Death. This is the valley of forgetting all.

Experiencing an earthquake is an interesting metaphor when healing painful memories. I choose to move on and learn and grow more.

My body speaks to me. Sometimes I don’t understand the messages. Memories hold energy. How can I release the energy and pain?

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.

Training my brain to stay in the moment is a day-by-day process. One little affirmation can change the direction of my thoughts.

Today I focus on gratitude because it helps take the sting out of the pain. Finding the good takes effort and intention.

I struggle with feeling so much in the world. I struggle understanding why I feel. A change of mind is called for.

My energy is changing. I get scared. I give myself permission to continue and allow it to happen. Just be where I am, without labels.

The love in this valley goes beyond love of self, love of other. I am in love but I do not know with whom.

My silence is a gift. My mind is a gift. My heart is a gift. My human vessel is a gift. I am in charge of rising. I am in charge.

In this valley, there is no longer a difference from one another. When duality disappears, unity is found. The shadow is lost in sun.

Another wrinkle unwrinkles. Another reminder that sorrow holds possibility of relief and understanding. It’s time to change my language.

I’ve been scared away by life again. Two steps forward, one step back. Why does my humanness have to interfere with my happiness?