“It is not healing unless it involves compassion.”  I heard these words come out of my mouth last week. 

At times I have tortured myself asking “Why did I wait until I was 50 years old ...

...this last month has been a roller coaster for me and some how this experiment with re-cycling guilt for 30 days was core to helping me make the shifts I needed to make.  

Guilt, is a big one for me.  I can go back to my Catholic roots and into the mind of my mother’s mother and the seas of guilt are deep and wide.  

So, here’s the deal... when we love someone we are seeing their “spirit.”

My oldest daughter used to say “Yes, please” when I would ask her if she wanted something which I knew she loved.   It would always make me smile.

In other words, if I look around my life and find the doorways that I fear or hesitate to enter... I know THOSE have healing for me...

I read a couple months ago that "death" can be one of our greatest teachers of how to live life... 

and something truly transformational happens when we physically leave a place and move into the unknown.   

When my lips touched his, every thought in my brain left ...

I've wanted to live a "spirit-guided" life since the first time I heard the phrase...  

I woke this morning and my heart is full.  No reason in particular.  I just feel happy, joyous (almost) (ha! Yes note the "almost") ...

Would the evidence of this love around us right now blind us with it's brilliance?  

The "me" from five years ago seems odd, strange, distant... was that "me"?   I wonder...

Far, far away on a hill, the view of you and I is so different. 

So I've been reading this book, "The Untethered Soul" by Michael Singer.

Finding is without the trying.  

I get to stumble ... I get to fall ... and I still deserve love - I am still lovable

When I teach, my students often ask me... "Will I loose this?"  (Meaning, will they loose the amazing feeling of awareness and love?)