A Season of Grief

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Sometimes, out of nowhere, I burst into tears.   What season is this? This season, where at any given second, grief rises and pulls me under.   There have been other seasons. I don’t know if I am alone in this season.…
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Learning to Love the Hard Way

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Eventually, after the divorce, I married again. A second marriage for both of us. Finally, an adult. Two adults. I find connection, nourishment, and emotional safety that I could not have dreamt of before. We learned to love again.
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The Numinosity of Love

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When we get caught, there is a reason I am caught. Watching, I wait. Will they get together? How does this keep happening? They love each other. Please. This is the power of love. I have been caught before. This time it is with Anne…
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The Magic of Living and the Limitations of Will Power

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Although I was on the journey to find my health, the journey itself was the teacher. Health was the outcome. What emerged for me was a new understanding of how the world works.
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Mastery = Vision + Will + Trust + Release

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Originally published September 20th, 2019 in Medium.com's Change Your Mind, Change Your Life. We are manifesting beings capable of mastery I imagine being a huge eagle, soaring, almost effortless, catching the currents of wind, playing, trusting…
Perfect life

My Perfect Life

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For as long as I can remember, I've had this idea of a perfect life. Maybe because as a child, teenager and young adult, I felt forsaken by God, I felt trapped in my actual life. I didn’t know how to get from the life I had to the untarnished and perfect life I wanted.
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Yoga as a Lens into Character Structure

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If you were to see character structure disorders as an image or bodily metaphor, you would see someone who hobbled along, with little freedom of movement always responding the same way to specific situations, rather than having the ability to choose their response and move freely, as a dancer would. Follow my blog with Bloglovin
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What Is Your Canvas? Who Are You Creating?

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Art is more than what we produce but is reflected in the quality of the life we create and the quality of our being.
Love

Growing into a Bigger Heart

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I witness my disappointment because I can see him slowly leaving me, and I also witness my love, for I have the honor of tending him as he slows down. I am left with a choice. I can resent my husband’s limitations, or I can be a compassionate witness and helper.