There are a lot of divorces all around me, as well as marriages that by all accounts could benefit from breaking up.

This is what I would like my tax dollars to pay for: a quiet, safe, sheltered space for learning and thought, open to all.

It wasn’t camaraderie that helped me pass my lifeguarding course. It was yoga.

What I love about yoga is its ability be right-sized for what I need, every single day.

Sometimes it’s about knowing. Sometimes it’s just about the vibe.

“What’s for dinner” is a loaded question in so many ways.

There is only one remedy: sitting, in silence and quiet, for as long as my mind will let me.

It is up to us to trust the process of love and get at the core of truth.

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.