Rising: Letting Go of What No Longer Serves You
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be an author. I wanted to be a leader by being a mayor of a small town. And I wanted to own my own business - like being a real estate agent. My mom -- to support my courageous spirit -- she said, "Let's go and get your...
It’s Time for Something Delightful
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own...
Habit Stacking with Self-Love
My Sovereign Self The gateway to my freedom is my commitment to radical self-love, honoring what I know to be true, and listening to the whispers of Spirit rising from within me. I value my time, energy, and ideas. I value what matters most deeply to me, and I design...
Atomic Habits, Mega Love
Don’t Wait Don’t wait until you feel like you are worthy or good enough to treat yourself with kindness and compassion to go for your dreams to pause working so hard and stretch and enjoy a cup of tea and a quiet moment to speak to yourself as you would to your best...
Saturated With The Holy
Saturated With The Holy Do not let your senses be saturated with so much time on your devices -- with the artificial pings and dings that disconnect you from the experience of being embodied and alive. Saturate yourself with rest. Bathe yourself in full body breaths -...
How to Honor Winter and Hygge
Throughout my childhood, my mom subtly encouraged us to honor the invitation of each season – softer lighting and cozy blankets in the winter, placing daffodils in a vase on our kitchen table in the spring, lots of free time running around outside in the summer, and...
Rest now, child, and remember: you are never alone
This poem, story, reflection, and blessing is from the conclusion of my book, Your Light is Rising. I'd love to share it here with you... Resting in Her In meditation this evening, I laid down on the floor and I cradled my head in my hands – cupping my head ever so...
The Hand of the Beloved
The Hand of the Beloved My Darling, how is it that you search for Me like a poor beggar on hands and knees frantically scrounging the dirt floor for food? My Dear Heart, if you wish, I can continue to beg and scrounge alongside you, and we can keep bruising our hands...
How a YES can lead to your soul blossoming
When we moved to the house we currently live in almost four years ago, I said to Brian, “When we walk/drive up to the house, I want to see a SEA of TULIPS!” The front garden was lovely, but it wasn't what I wanted. It was a clear "no." What was a clear YES? Tulips....
a refreshing (and much needed!) way to welcome spring
Spring Yesterday, I dug my handsinto the earth.Cleaned out dead leavesand blossoms from aroundthe hydrangea bushes,lambs ears plants, cherrytrees, and maple trees. Instantly the smell of dirtfilled my senses. I stopped. Ahhhh the smell of spring! As I cleared out what...