I can tell when my ego is speaking with its worries and declarations. I can tell when my wisdom is speaking with its insights and guidance.

A book caught my eye yesterday as I gazed in that in-between space in early dawn. It was a subtle nudge I’ve learned to pay attention to.

I feel softened on the inside, seeking comforting beauty. I deserve to pause and remember I am worthy of flowers. I bloom with abandon.

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.

My greatest pivotal moment came when I viewed myself as a pupil of life rather than a victim. I still struggle with it but I'm learning.

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

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.

We can grumble for those not heeding the warnings about getting together. The bottom-line truth today is gratitude, an emotion of the heart

I have been cultivating my true self for decades, peeling away the pain and confusion, the layers of thick crusty protection that helped me.

I trust authentic people, authentic circumstances. I feel safe when I witness humanness, not an air-brushed version.

In the past, so much of my inside voice was negative, warning and scared. I never had anything positive to say.

I am more than my experiences. I am the collective vessel of my soul. All of me is needed to go forth.

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

The memory is in the lamp I hold up to the dark searching for respite. Where is my calmness? Where is my comfort?

It’s my job to love you and to hold you as you discover you are worth every teardrop and every fearful Thought. You deserve the best.