I'm quoting author Jeff Brown for Part 2 of my To Fight or Not series, which began in yesterday's post : We are powerful beyond measure, and so deeply vulnerable at the same time. This may seem like a dichotomy, but it isn't. We have misunderstood real power. It has been something assertive, . . .
To fight or not to fight, that is the question. How tightly do we want to hold on to life? What are we willing to suffer to do that? Is having hope delusional? Should everyone be told the truth about their condition? I've seen some social media discussions about what is and is not encouraging . . .
Safe shelter. That's all any of us are looking for in another. Being seen. I mean, really being seen. It's the beauty of our relationship with our pets, isn't it? Because they have no judgment. Nothing gets in the way of our pets seeing us at our core. Knowing us. Knowing exactly who we are. Riley . . .
A 1940s version of a California Icon: the precursor to a woody. But without wood. All of these photos were taken a week ago at a 1945 festival in my city, San Jose, Calif. Timing is coincidental, if you believe in coincidences. I'm not going to make the obvious political connection to this era. . . .
Few things are more frustrating, but this is a tried and true technique for insomnia. I know, because I've used it. The idea of being aware of your breath comes out of meditation and counting exhales instead of inhales takes you out of what you'd normally do. It's not intuitive to count out-breaths . . .
Have you ever struggled with giving condolences? Me, too. Grief is intimidating to see. Part of it is that we know we'll feel it one day for someone we love--or we've already felt it--and that reminder can be painful. Well-meaning friends and relatives can often trip on themselves when trying to . . .
Do we choose? Years ago when I first heard the concept that we choose our family, I was horrified. "No way!" I thought. And then never gave it another thought. Why should I have? It isn't true, I thought. It's B.S. Until years later, when my spiritual path became clearer. Or, shall I say, my . . .
My life has had more than its share of momentous events and while none can top Michael and I remarrying, others rank right up there. A man I dated more than a dozen years ago called out of the blue the other day and we talked for almost an hour. I always feel lucky when someone I had a connection . . .
I've been sorting through boxes of artifacts of my life, the things that I assumed I'd use for writing fodder in my senior years. As the years passed, I envisioned my senior years spent finishing the memoir I've worked on in fits and starts. Well, my senior years are here and writing has taken a . . .
She was raised on a ranch in Alberta and I would have never encountered her in my day to day life. But social media connect us with a broad range of people and that’s how I met Diane Stringam Tolley. I began reading her blog, On The Border, referring to ranching life on the Alberta/Montana . . .
Have you ever wanted to connect with a loved one on the other side without using a medium? Or maybe even talk with the Divine, yourself? I know, it sounds pretty far out, doesn't it? Maybe you can't entertain even the idea of it. I understand that. I'm a pretty big skeptic, myself. Still, many . . .
Feeling can be messy, especially when it concerns the hard parts of life. Like loss. Or illness. Which are similar because illness does involve loss in one way or another. But those feelings? The ones that surround loss and sickness? They can be scary things. So painful. Have you ever been afraid . . .
The Buddhists can be a little grim. I don't subscribe completely to their view of life. But I did see this beautiful quote about grief that anyone who has felt the emotion will appreciate. "If grief is deep and imponderable, it is because love is deep and imponderable, too. The world presents us . . .
I've done some pretty cringe-worthy things in my life. I still do some. I can be short and snappy and not so nice. No, I'm not going to pretend I'm holier-than-thou because I'm not. I can be as petty as anyone else. Sure, I catch myself afterwards and shake my head. "A work in progress," I think to . . .
This can be a very hard lesson, indeed. Because many times we're driven by what people think of us. Even if we're not conscious of it. People see us through their own filters: their likes, dislikes, insecurities, talents--all of it. Some try to manipulate how people see them. Look at some of the . . .
Don't you love being kind to others? Brightening their day, even if it means just a quick call, a thoughtful gesture, a sweet compliment? Opportunities to do something kind and thoughtful are all around us. Some don't take much effort at all, such as a supportive word or two when someone needs it. . . .
There is always a story. No one makes a big life leap without some sort of catalyst. These things aren't casual decisions. A professional woman I met at a networking event sent me an email last month that went something like this: I took a look at your website and while it was full of facts, there . . .
It's a helpless feeling to be far away from someone we love when they suffer a loss. (I know this only too well.) When you can't reach out in person with a hug or some other thoughtful gesture, let us help. A Healing Spirit now offers graceful, supportive condolence gift packages that we can send on . . .
I knew it was a bad time to see the documentary. I knew I'd cry. And yet, I had to watch it. Maybe, like me, you know the broad outlines of the story of Joey and Rory Feek, country music performers who, shortly after they had their beloved daughter, Indiana, discovered Joey had cervical cancer. . . .
Today I'm just going to gift you with a few moments of serenity by sharing a lovely piece of music and photographs of one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. Take a break in your busy day to listen and just breathe. Seeking Serenity Nicholas Gunn Journey to Yellowstone. . . .