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?

I've created an altar I sit in on a daily basis to listen, feel, write and deliver. These 300 days of meditation have been a journey for me.

I was letting go removing this daily reminder. The ashes set me free. I said a prayer, closed my eyes and released.

Life gets really crusty when my fear turns into a wall and I go around in circles. I’ve witnessed before and remedy it by taking action.

I know there are things you want. I know you want to be in charge. But integration is called for. It feels like death but it is not.

I’ve lived looking for others to complete me, changing my appearance, my goals, my attitudes, my beliefs. Multiply this concept by billions.

I breathe in patience and breathe out compassion. I stand as one with my spirit and human body, guided by my soul. I am whole.

I grew up with many rules to follow. Until one day I bumped up against a loss so great I fell in. When I fell in, all these rules fell too

What does the silence sound like? In our silence we listen and wait to hear truth. I recognize it when I feel goosebumps. Truth has no time.

Understanding my spouse chose an exit point helps me accept the trauma of that day. It helps me understand there is a greater force at work

There is a new normal coming and I don’t know what it looks like. My intention is to stand at the helm of my boat with my sea legs adjusting

Sometimes I say something that others don’t like. And they respond in negative ways. In the past, I would get defensive, call them names.

I can see humanity’s collective hearts are breaking open in these times to uncover the true meaning of human life.

Allowing myself to feel my deep emotions is a key. It’s up to me to find a safe place with an intention to feel my pain.

All the years I battled with fear and anxiety were just practice. Time to practice is not based on anyone’s timetable. Practice is wise.

Covid is knocking on our friend’s doors and maybe on our doors. By treating our self with loving respect and kindness, we set the example

Two groups, same purpose to grow and learn, both on similar pathways. Both have awareness but one group is shrouded by suffering.

Whatever outcome, it all takes practice—practice to feel the ease of change; practice to find acceptance; practice to get used to new ideas

What if there’s a greater purpose to suffering? Understanding this can offer acceptance at a deeper level and offer some comfort.