The workshop was going smoothly. All the participants were engaged in the
material and I could see the light bulbs of recognition and understanding popping.
Several of the ladies attending were empty-nesters who never had a career outside the home. Their lifetime focus had been nurturing family and running a household.
Suddenly, what they thought of as their “purpose” just left for college and they were left standing with a generous heart and lots less laundry.
As we talked about Dreams and what gets in the way of manifesting them, one participant ...
Standing at the kitchen sink, I felt tension through my shoulders and neck. My body was filled with anxiety. Contemplating a move and all its complexities right at the holidays had my mind overflowing with detail.
Are you the kind of person that is constantly looking for things? I don’t mean the what-did-I-come-in-here-for moments, I mean, it’s time to go – do you know where your keys are?
The painting of a huge, burgundy rose was stunning. It was hanging on the dusty back wall in a resale shop. As I stood and appreciated the beauty and craftsmanship, I couldn’t help but wonder about the artist and how that lovely work ended up here. When I asked the shop owner about it,
Once upon a time, in my early 40’s, I was a professional musician. I sang alto in an a capella quartet. We were the darlings
I once read in a magazine about a missionary in Africa who had been living in a village for quite a few years. Strong friendships had developed, but the time had come for him to leave.
The village held a farewell feast and many friends