The Beauty of Losing

I have lost and it’s a beautiful thing. Lost what? You will, of course, ask. Lost the need to know. All my life I have been a spiritual seeker. My spiritual autobiography highlights include: Methodist Sunday school, Baptist church (at 12, on my own, without my...

On Being Lonely

Lonely. It’s a forlorn word. It’s not the same as being alone – which is often so delicious – and it doesn’t just happen when you are alone – you can be lonely, as it is said, in a crowd. In a city. At a party. Lonely. It comes up...

There was a time

There was a time when making lists of my intentions, of what I wanted to create, accomplish, feel, was the right thing for me to do.  I would proclaim – in positive language but of course – all that I wanted to create, experience and feel. Craft my...

I am Sorry

I have not cried since I learned about the massacre in Newton. Teared up, yes, nodded my head in sadness when others cried, of course. But no tears, no weeping, no throwing myself on the floor and screaming myself hoarse like a dear friend did. I have not cried...

How A Soul Posse Changed My Life

I feel that stuck-in-my-throat this-is-so-important I want-everybody-to-have-it energy about my mini-course on creating your own “soul posse” mastermind group. Why is it so important to me you pay attention to this course? It’s certainly not because...