poetry We Regress Back to Refined Terror. {poetry} In this war, those who have everything will fight back, as they did in the Renaissance. Nobody can live in half a palace. Continue Reading
wisdom Finding Our Way Back to Center. It’s a peaceful practice of bringing myself back into my heart every single time the ego-mind wants to take me out of the truth of my experience. Continue Reading
poetry For Breda: I Miss You. {poetry} When I feed the fish and smile at their funny faces... when I sit with my back straight and palms in my lap, attempting to quiet my mind, I remember you. Continue Reading
wisdom Don’t Get Back up Too Soon: A New Mantra for Challenging Times. At first, I tried to get back up and get going again, to soldier on, to get better soon, but it didn’t help. I needed to stay down. Continue Reading