The Sacred Art of Mourning Rituals
It's 5:00 am. Eyes wide open, and there's no turning back. Pulling the covers over my head for another 30 minutes of restlessness sounds...
MAGIC ERASERS
I spent Easter in my pajamas. That doesn't mean I didn't celebrate the meaning. One of the many paradoxes of grief is the gift of...
As The World Turns
I’m not talking soap operas here. When your heart is broken and your world is shattered in a million pieces, it's hard to imagine how the...
Honor Your Temple
I’ve always resented gym rats. I suppose deep down I’m jealous of them. All that dedication and determination. The thought of dragging...
The Magic of Dating Yourself
In “The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity,” Julia Cameron encourages us to take ourselves on a weekly date. I first...
The Sacred Art of Mourning Rituals
It's 5:00 am. Eyes wide open and there's no turning back. Pulling the covers over my head for another 30 minutes of restlessness sounds...
The Ocean Is My Container
In my heart of hearts I'm a beach bum. I'm a Pisces so it resonates with my soul. I've taken many walks along many beaches, giving thanks...
Dear Wrinkles,
An intoxicated friend recently told me that I "have way too many wrinkles for my age." She took her hands on both sides of my face,...
SOLO JOURNEYS
In just 576 hours, I will be taking a solo journey to a small island – alone! Yes, I am counting the hours. I’ve been taking solo...
The Paradox of Grief
Grief sucks. And it is sacred. There is great pain and extraordinary beauty. It roars like a lion and is gentle as a lamb. It demands...
