Life

The great gift of sisterhood is the phenomenal support it gives women. Who else can you share your secrets with and trust they’ll take them to the grave? Who else can you bounce an idea off of and have them just listen and explore it without getting irked if you don’t take their advice?

Every morning, I spend a few minutes sitting quietly with a cup of tea. For the last ten years or so, I’ve spent it staring through the large picture window that faces my garden.

“Since my house burnt down, I now own a better view Of the rising moon.” – Basho I’ve been on a quest to make my world small. It all started when I went big. I had a tiny house before they were vogue because it…

Stand strong. Surround yourself with people who accept you fiercely while compassionately challenging your edge. Likewise, be a person who honors fear while lovingly encouraging beyond it.

I have fond childhood memories of going to the Angel Stadium with my dad. He loved baseball and his enthusiasm for anything was contagious. Swept in the memory of a simpler time, I checked the box with a “heck yeah” I’ll volunteer!

Thanks to social media, large numbers of people are engaging in a collective struggle against doubt, shame and anxiety. They know how the mind, body and soul can be imprisoned and that ultimately the struggle for all is the struggle for freedom.

The experience of love can be as simple as a shared smile with a stranger. By tuning into and seeking out mini moments of positive connection, we nourish ourselves from the inside out. Love is not a feeling reserved for friends and family alone. It is a way of being.

I sit with clients on a regular basis as they find the courage to heal old wounds around shame and my heart always goes out to them. But to see my boy crumble in shame broke my heart. He’s only four years-old.

To live a rich and meaningful life, we must allow ourselves a full range of emotions. Otherwise life is just a struggle against reality

The key to lessoning the impact of hard, difficult moments in life is to watch our reaction. In Buddhism, suffering is likened to an arrow. The first arrow is painful. Normal. Our fighting against the pain is like a second arrow being shot. Except this time, we are the one’s doing the aiming.