Perhaps the show doesn’t just go on after the death of a loved one. Instead it pauses and morphs, causing something new to emerge as we move forward…
This week I invite you to be a spiritual entrepreneur and examine the metrics that make up your spiritual practice.
Freedom is the experience of peace in the body — from your head to your little toe. Relax, breathe and give yourself that gift.
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?