Be who you are. Be your best self. In fact be-your-not-so-perfect-self. Forgive yourself, and if it helps burp sometimes. As I say to my children when they think I am being eccentric or maybe just embarrassing: It doesn’t matter. I…

…………….Judgment….  the uncomfortable part of myself that has sat in the shadow of my being, came out and took a seat in the light today. Get away I screamed I do not like you… but closer it sat and rubbed…

Spirit of friendship, colors true in varied shades of sacred hues..joyous affirming tones of golden wheat, generous splashes of red pour into my heart, seeking…being holy communion for each other..the seeds we plant create the garden..to live and let live,…

What would happen, if you played hooky? If you just step aside? If not for the rest of your life, just for a day, or a few hours, or as long as a blink of the eye? What is your…

Questions Chelsea asked me when she was three years old: Where is heaven? What does it mean to die? When I yawn why do my eyes water? How does water come to our house? How does our body make urine?…

Such beauty in the silence of time made still. The gift of being with oneself and knowing love. Do we give time to the silence of our being? Do we allow ourselves the freedom to be our own best friend?