I hear the knocking and don’t answer. I feel a weight of sorrow and push it away. I feel the walls of grief pushing on my skin.

What if the world were constructed in such a way that a person would come face-to-face with a question so profound that it wakes them up?

I'm recovering from good/bad thinking. My good has been defined by high ideals. Hitting a wall is a wakeup call. Pain is a motivator.

I kept having a dream last night, my children suffering. It's so difficult to feel helpless when a loved one suffers. Easier to blame myself

I've had a problem most of my adult life. But I didn’t know it. After 30 years, I started seeing it.

I was under a rock hiding from the light, playing with denial and living in frustration. I wanted better.

I am my own best advocate. I rise to what I need in any given moment. I am the parent I always wanted

Helping others is a way of doing service in a community. Boundaries are also important: to know when to step forward and when to replenish.

ACCEPTANCE As most of you know and others have no idea, my second daughter was born with a terminal liver disease. She lived for 32 years....

This was read today at our Zoom daily meditation, excerpted from yesterday's writing. In September 2014 my 32 y/o daughter lost her fight...

There's a movement happening. I can feel it. So many light seekers and light workers are doing the hard work of examining their hearts...

I'm offering a support group for parents and caregivers of chronically-ill and special needs children on the last Wednesday of every...

I spent the weekend singing at Rowe Camp and Conference Center. The workshop was "Singing for the Dying." It was a magnificent,...