On Mother’s Day: A story of love and hope from a cathartic moment of healing that occurred in my family as my mom was dying from stomach cancer.
Deep inside us all is a tender voice whispering, calling out quietly through the noise of our cluttered lives, asking — begging — to be loved.
A recent disagreement has me pondering two questions: 1) Who am I when someone I love disagrees with me? 2) Who are my loved ones to me when we disagree?
The insight I have after sitting in silence is that the moments that move us are the moments that truly matter in our busy lives.
This is a beautiful story from Sharon Salzberg about the power of opening our hearts and being authentic in the course of conducting our work.
I was asked recently in an interview why I sign my writing with “big hugs.” As I began to answer the question I felt a tear sliding down my cheek…