A spool is a great metaphor for life. My soul is the core of the spool. The continuous thread holds stories of my lifetimes, past & present

In that envelope of time when I just wake up, eyes still closed on the edge of sleep, I am in my special time when I ask questions.

When the story of our past holds so much trauma it blurs the present, one may feel they are swimming upstream. There's more to us than ego.

365 days ago, I made a commitment to myself. Every morning, I would sit in silence. I missed community. So began my Zoom meditation journey.

I struggled for years following meditation rules, trying to do it right so as to reap the benefit others found. But I feared inner monsters.

I am made up of two minds. One lives in my human body, aware of my past and present. My other mind lives in my heart where the miracles are.

Breaking open is occurring all over the planet. Catastrophe is striking lives of all ages. People are shaken awake and choosing their path.

In my Silence, I feel my pain rise, discomfort grow, fear grip me. Sometimes I feel anger bump against my insides. Breath helps it dissipate

This is a meditation about comfort. With awareness, breathe in and slowly breathe out relax into comforting breath. You are one with the air

During the most traumatic event of my life, I miraculously found stillness in the turbulence of the surrounding violence I was subjected to.

No matter what lessons I walk through and what learning I glean, I always come back to myself, accountable to me.

Today I focus on gratitude because it helps take the sting out of the pain. Finding the good takes effort and intention.

My silence is a gift. My mind is a gift. My heart is a gift. My human vessel is a gift. I am in charge of rising. I am in charge.

I've created an altar I sit in on a daily basis to listen, feel, write and deliver. These 300 days of meditation have been a journey for me.

What does the silence sound like? In our silence we listen and wait to hear truth. I recognize it when I feel goosebumps. Truth has no time.

Allowing myself to feel my deep emotions is a key. It’s up to me to find a safe place with an intention to feel my pain.

All the years I battled with fear and anxiety were just practice. Time to practice is not based on anyone’s timetable. Practice is wise.

When I’m a funk, I send out an SOS to my Higher Power for more understanding and comfort. Then I let go my request so I don't weigh it down.

Pain is a teacher that nags at me when I don’t pay attention. I never experienced unrelenting pain until I was brought to my knees by fibro

I do know the majority of people walking on this earth judge themselves using shame and guilt as a guide to their actions.