Let's take a moment for self-examination. I do this, every so often, myself, and I thought I'd share. How do we affect others? Do they come away with smile? a good feeling? uplifted? Or do we drag them down? Are our interactions with others positive and warm? Or are they negative and dark? When . . .
If you're like most of us, you've wondered about your life direction. Especially if you're a younger woman. As opposed to midlife or older. Because by that time, well, we've got a clue. But do we, really? My life took a surprising turn in my 60s and there's a lesson in it for us all, and that is to . . .
How true this is. There's nothing better than knowing why we're here. Our life purpose. Why? Because it gives meaning to our lives. Perspective for the bad times and the good, both. The day I realized mine changed my life. I didn't set out to find my life purpose, the reason for this incarnation. . . .
"I'm just so busy!" Whether it's working moms trying to juggle their kids' activities and household duties or retirees with a hundred things going on at once, we're all "just so busy!" Part of it is that we live in a world where instant response--leading to instant stress-- is the norm. After all, . . .
There are many ways to show your love. Here's a way to show it to those who are hurting. . . .
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The vision of oneness naturally leads to compassionate action and service of humanity because we see the pain and joy of others as our own. Just as we are instinctively inclined to care for our own body when it is injured, so one who is awake cannot resist caring for others. —Ellen Grace . . .
Can a blog be a gift? It can. Life's universals First, let's agree that healing and grieving are part of the human condition. No escape; we will all go through these things. And so, this gift is for you. For us. All of us. Because one day we'll all need the information it will present. So, truly, . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .