Dreams are meant to be like holding onto a dandelion. To loosely hold on to the stem while you gently blow on the seed head, allowing the seeds to float through the air and land where they may, and then you let go of the stem. We’re not meant to hold on for dear life,...
Few of us want to talk about death. Few experience it more than once, and in the end, it happens to us all. It can’t be avoided. Death is the ultimate journey of surrender. Yet just like life, many of us fight it. One of the things I’ve seen in caring for my...
Blowing bubbles as a kid was always a favorite thing to do. No matter how small the soap holder, it was always a challenge to see how big a bubble you could create. The competition with my brothers was endless, and fun. Your breath blows into the soap and a...
Life challenges us. The healing journey sometimes feels like an out and back hike, but in this analogy, to come full circle, we begin and end with a piece of 0000 steel wool. When we begin to sense something is wrong with a situation, it can feel like 0000 steel wool...
Why most boundaries don’t work. And the power of discernment.
Just because you grew up around dysfunction doesn’t mean you have to continue to live with the ghosts of it.
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...
I recently saw a picture of ex #2 on FB. He looks great. Amazing actually. The feeling? It made my heart happy. It actually burst open for him. I know he’s struggled with his sobriety and he looks like he’s in a really good place. I thought to send him a note, but I...