I love the softness of the clouds and the misty, grey beauty of a cloudy day just on the cusp of a rain shower. On my recent trip to Ireland I remembered what the fullness and beauty of the grey taught me.

I can remember at one point in my life not being able to breathe. Trying to breathe would literally bring up so much fear, anxiety and sadness. It felt like there were memories trapped in my tears I refused to release. And if i did release, I was afraid I would explode. But I knew I had no choice or...I would explode. Or fade into robotic, life siphoning, dulling habits of coping.

I truly hope that you are feeling harmonic and at peace in your heart. The holiday hustle and bustle is on it's way. It seems to creep up and hit all at once, leaving us floored! And then with such chaos having taken over, it seemingly comes to an abrupt end! Then we realize we missed the whole thing.

I have not found my center to be hard and immobile, nor have I found that a perfect state of harmony, as we see it traditionally, is normal and perhaps, even healthy?   In the past, I was a person who habitually and excessively put a goal, obligation or "should" ahead of my state of being. It still creeps up sometime today in seasons of great change.

This is true power. The ability to come home to yourself with love, honesty and compassion. The ability to access your own internal mother-father energy to guide you forward.

This Meditation came to my heart from one of my supporters on YouTube. I am grateful for her honest heart and vulnerability. It is important right now to take time for yourself, away from any screen you own, to tap into the healing balm that is your heart.

Embodied Calm is a part of who you are and being calm in action, thought and emotion, you radiate that essence and it touches all around you.

To give yourself the space to melt and transform in the midst of doubt, fear and the torrential rain of habitual thoughts is the greatest gift.

The pain, ache or yearning that feels like an enemy is ignorance…an ignorance that did not get the chance to experience the truth; which is Love.

The layers and layers of self that have been pushed down/ignored for days, months, years, or decades. The noise that ever increases and turns into voices that seem to taunt you, are actually the stories of the pain that ails you.

It’s a time to reveal the depth of our death creating fear; the internal struggle of our weary minds, and the secret joys of our life manifesting hearts. If we do not, we face the same and the cyclical trauma get worse.

I once did not know that I was beautiful and thought it was arrogant to say it. I found my own beauty by understanding societal trends and cultural diversity. Once I understood that my size, color, lips and hair were, for some, a fad and a preference or even something to brag about, I decided I wanted to be more than a superficial concept...

I am m grateful for the voice of my body. Especially my little pinky toe who reminded me recently to come home to myself at an even deeper level. My call was for me to slow down and come to a deeper understanding of what I have become.

Lately I have been contemplating how we forget sacred love. What I mean by sacred love is that which is innate, omnipresent and...

Anger is the chaos of realization, the precursor to resurrection. -DeeDee Jones If you allow it to be.⁠ There is nothing wrong with the...

Your physical DNA holds the stories of those gone forth and transitioned into newness and have learned through living and dying.