Someone once told me that there's nothing more important than being good. I learned to be good at a spiritual practice. It takes practice

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

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.

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!

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.

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

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.

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.