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  • All My Dis-ease Comes From Me.

    :: An excerpt from thought :: My body is comprised of infinite intelligent cells that know exactly what to do and when to do it… The only thing, EVER, standing in the way of experiencing their well-being is ME. All my dis-ease comes from ME. Not from my Neighbor. Not from China. Not from that Man who didn’t wear his mask that Tuesday afternoon I passed him walking. Not from my unwashed hands. Not from… My dis-ease is MY creation. When I take responsibility for the creation of…

  • Living Authenticity

    There is so much to say. And the call to share it is strong. I wrote something yesterday and then set it aside. I have the impulse write something else today and I will. You see it occurs to me as not my usual ‘softness’. After purging my constrained anger, there is a spicyness flowing in my way of being as of late; and it’s showing itself in my writing. It’s so much of what I hold back in conversation with people. It’s the ‘come to jesus’, ‘wake…

  • Who Am I

    Saturday I made a shift in how I ‘work’ with my clients (and interact with people). I have been continuously stepping into the shift everyday and Saturday I allowed this shift to take a new conscious level. Over the years, I’ve worked with people, and have been ‘trained’ in looking for what’s wrong, what’s the problem. When I first started my ‘career’, I resonated with this. I was a different person for sure, so it suited me. I could spend hours talking with someone about what their ‘symptoms’…

  • A New Direction…

    I remember that morning, waking from my hospital bed. Not recalling what had happened from my non-physical side. I could barely move. What happened. From my perspective then, it wasn’t pleasant. When my surgeon came in, she informed me of the procedure. At 19 I had undergone major surgery. Removal of an organ and partial removal of two others. Unable to sit up or even eat, I pressed my morphine button and drifted back to sleep. The day after my return home I was eager to search the…