Awareness is helpful, though it is not enough.

Every phase has been an adventure. This is the most challenging yet.

Time to breathe, time to connect, time to grief, time to be. Organic time. Time where we can see how truly awesome this star we inhabit is. Time to love.

It all starts by stopping. Noticing. And taking a long deep breath.

My life is full. I am coming to the realization that there really is nothing wrong with that. As long as I am truly in it.

I can almost feel the fog lifting.

It is the highway of ants that is etched into my mind.

In which I wonder why I have never taken a vacation like this before.

We all need an attitude adjustment about the things we value and why. Money is the least of it.

We all make decision in a context. Geese are just better at it.

Connection is not easy, but isolation is worse.

And that has to be OK.

I have been avoiding the media lately. But should I?

There is a simple formula for returning to myself. But it’s not always easy.

“You are a failure,” it says. And I almost believed it.

You know that inner glow? It’s not (always) pregnancy

I could say that yoga is key and it is. But there is something else too …

Regardless of who you are and how you express yourself, we are the same. We are worthy of love.

There is no need for water-into-wine. We are already there.

I don’t try to do yoga. I do or I do not.