Save I aspire to radical love, but not all the way there yet. On this, I am still a work in progress. . . .
Love by itself is more than enough. No fancy gee-gaws, no big proclamations, just that warm feeling of being there for another, those thoughtful words, a loving touch. A warm hug. Love. We love to receive it and yes, many of us love to give it. It really does give our lives meaning. In this world . . .
We've been donating to Hurricane Harvey relief organizations all week and now, A Healing Spirit will do the same. Buy a gift package or even an affirmation deck or guided journal through my Etsy shop through Sept 6 -- I'll donate $5 from each gift set and 15% of any deck or journal. Only via . . .
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. . . .
When I saw this the other day, I was struck by its truth. I'm just going to leave it here and ask what you think about it. Save . . .
Have you ever had a moment out of time that was, well, transcendent... so transcendent that the you felt it was almost supernatural? That it was so meaningful that it would last forever? I was thinking about a time like that all those years ago when I met the man who was a balm for my . . .
Lovingkindness meditation as described by Jack Kornfield is such a beautiful thing to do, especially (but not only) when we're working on forgiveness. It's so darn simple, but it does so much for us. So let me tell you about it. As if you were going to meditate, get comfortable in a quiet . . .
It was a starlit Valentine's night and we were in the Caribbean with friends. Romance was in the air. On the palm-tree enclosed patio, candles twinkled atop small dinner tables covered with red and white cloths that had been sprinkled with tiny red and silver hearts. We drank champagne that tasted . . .
I know there was a time when I was love-mad. But I can hardly remember it. Do you remember the kind of love that made you feel off the charts, manic if things were going well and then so low you were below bottom if things weren't going well? THAT kind of love. Oh, I remember it. Even if I can't . . .
After the Golden Globes, I saw sporadic criticism of the movie, La La Land from people who didn't think the actors merited the award. "They couldn't sing or dance well." "The story was unrealistic." "LA isn't like that." "The ending was hokey." Blah blah blah. Well, I saw the film and I loved . . .