Light a pretty candle and spend some time in meditation or prayer. Write in a journal...pour your heart out...write what's on your mind...what's in your heart...your hopes and dreams. Start the day with a cup of hot tea or lemon water. Yes, even before that cup of java. Take a morning walk...by . . .
I was first introduced to a Peruvian despacho ceremony at an afterlife conference a few years ago. That one was a beautiful and moving ritual that honored the dead, and I've done several since, including one to honor my friend who died in 2015. Despacho ceremonies ground us, connect us with the . . .
It's been a summer of disasters, and then a fall of even more. The fall, it turned out, was on fire. In front of the TV in our Santa Fe vacation rental we watched our beloved wine country burn, an entire huge neighborhood leveled like a bomb had gone off. We checked in with friends periodically . . .
Goodbye, old friends, people I have known for many years.... or fewer than many, but still not a few. Goodbye. In this new polarized world of ours we have all seen friend fall by the wayside, some horrified by how we think. Others horrified by how they believe we think. We've also made choices . . .
A while back I learned that someone I know well who is a confirmed uber-liberal voted for Trump. And was happy he won. It took a while to wrap my head around that. That is, after I settled that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The one I get whenever I realize just how much trouble some men . . .
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. ~Maya Angelou When Dr. Angelou used this metaphor all those years ago to represent the racism and oppression of her people, we . . .
How hard is it to find a peaceful life? Maybe not as hard as it seems. It's not necessary to watch the news every day. Or read it. Or respond to it if we do read it. Not every nasty comment on social media must be responded to. When someone calls a politician we know and do not love a bad name, . . .
The other day a mom sent me photographs of her daughter, who is no longer in this life. Immediately, I saw what a bright light she was. And still is. It's hard to dim the light within, even after death. It shines on and lights the way for those of us left behind. So if you're grieving a loss, try . . .
In the wake of the latest sexual harassment scandal, this one targeting Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein, many women on Facebook (including me) posted this: If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote "Me too." as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of . . .
Kids are watching. Maybe they aren't listening, but that are watching. What you teach reaches them by what you do. Do you teach love? Do you teach acceptance of others' differences? Do you teach judgment, that your way is the only way? Do you make fun of others? Do you call names? Do you bait . . .