Life is often mysterious, with no rhyme or reason. Some people come into the world and lead what to all appearances is a charmed life. Storybook. The stuff of fairy tales. Others are destined to live in quiet misery. Or not so quiet. They're challenged from the get-go -- or certainly not that . . .
Imagine every cell in her/your body is dancing to her/your favorite song moving in perfect harmony to the uplifting melody that makes her/ your body come alive and frees her/you of all worries and fears releasing all illness and pain as healing, energy, hope and peace become the rhythm of . . .
The closet still exists. So many of us in the San Francisco Bay area find it hard to believe that it does: we've lived with openly out colleagues, politicians and friends for so many decades. Gay marriage has become mainstream. Gay couples can adopt. Sometimes we forget that there are places and . . .
What do you dream about on a rainy day? When you light the candles and curl up with a blanket? Do you dream of hiking the Himalayas? Diving in the Seychelles? Taking a Windjammer cruise? Helping underprivileged children? Do you dream of backpacking through Europe? Visiting temples in Thailand? . . .
Yes, in my single, young womanhood, this was an issue. Not even that young--maybe mid-30s in age, the mid-1980s in era. Back in the days when we women were straddling a generational shift. Our moms were homemakers and deferential (at least on the surface) to men. Our fathers and other men ran the . . .
It's rare that I take a vacation that pushes me so clearly past the boundaries of my comfort level. That's because vacations are supposed to be "fun" and for me, that means some lines are just not meant to be crossed. Vacation is cosmetics and nice clothes. Strolling pretty boulevards. Seeing the . . .
This is a post about the journey from hurt to compassion, and its ultimate destination: forgiveness. It's not an easy path, I can tell you that. If you've taken a similar journey, I'd love for you to share it in the comments. Thank you. Once in a while, you run into potentially dangerous . . .
"Are you on Facebook?" someone recently asked my husband. He said that he was not. "I can't imagine why anyone would be interested in the minutiae of my daily life, and I sure as shi t am not interested in theirs," he said. Although I'm an inveterate Facebook user, I must admit that I found . . .
In a conversation the other day, I was taken aback to hear a friend speak of another friend with judgment and condemnation. I saw the situation differently. I could imagine the pain our mutual friend was experiencing. The fear.It all seemed so clear to me.But it wasn't to my . . .
Who hasn't had a time in their life when they felt broken beyond repair?That healing would never happen?And yet, it does.Transforming that pain into strength is a pretty valuable life skill.Anyone can do it.If they choose.They just have to choose to. . . .
