This morning while trying to find a parking spot at the local farmer’s market, a cop pulled up next to me and yelled at me to move and not block traffic. I’d found what was the last spot on the block, and yes, I was mucking up the flow of traffic. I moved ahead and...
Four years of journals. On Friday, I received the message it was time to let them go. How could I best honor all of the thoughts, time and effort that went into them? It didn’t feel right to just throw them away. Four years of co-creation, ideas, manifestations,...
A few weeks ago, while in meditation, the Higher Self of a person from my past came to me and asked for absolution. It felt like an interesting request, one that I’m not able to fulfill. Years ago, as I worked through the effects of four years of sexual abuse, I...
What does being responsible mean? Depending on your perspective, it may take you in any number of directions. The root of the word responsible originated in the 1590’s ~ to be answerable, to another or for something. With it, comes a sense of obligation. For many,...
The implication and a definition of acceptance is one of approval. Hmmm. What if we instead changed acceptance to one of acknowledgment? Flipping it on its head as it were. I’m a firm believer of “acceptance doesn’t mean agreement,” and quote it in my first book. We...
There’s a lot of noise right now. And a lot of uncertainty. So much so, that it’s driving us to try to turn off the world. Turn off FB. Turn off the news. But when we turn off the physical noise of FB and the news, what we have left to look at is ourselves. So, we...
We’re deep in the middle of the holiday season. You may be thinking about someone you haven’t seen or talked with in a while, wanting things to be different between the two of you. You may want to end something but are waiting for the other person to make the first...
After a relationship comes to an end, we think about and focus on the end. The myriad of reasons why things didn’t work out. Or maybe the primary reason being the other person’s addiction. The end lumps it into a bucket and it feels like we’re throwing out the...
September was National Recovery Month. I saw nothing about it on social media. No ads. No posts. Nada. If you had heard something about it, would you have paid attention? There’s a love-hate relationship with the word recovery. People who have found sobriety will...