It’s my birthday! Almost. Which means, The Love Letter Projects is one year old. It feels great, having committed to this project for a whole year. Showing up every Monday and Friday no matter what. Playing with mindfulness, love and allowing as it happens (or not) in my day-to-day life. I love writing and I… Continue reading Happy Birthday!
What happens when you start three different blog posts but can’t seem to finish any of them, and take a nap instead? Nothing. Here is what I came up with instead:
Okay, folks, the question on the table is: What if I choose my life, exactly as it is in this moment? Will I cease to reach for my dreams? Will I become lazy? Will I be settling for a mediocre, mind-numbing, sad, sad life? What if I choose me, exactly as I am? Choose my… Continue reading I Choose You: a path to acceptance
And for those of you who need evidence: “For decades, science popularizers have said humans are made of stardust, and now, a new survey of 150,000 stars shows just how true the old cliché is: Humans and their galaxy have about 97 percent of the same kind of atoms, and the elements of life appear to… Continue reading Repeat after me: I Rock.
Let’s play a new game. I call it the creating game. Now it may feel a little funny at first, and not necessarily true, but stay with me for a moment. Our habit is often one of recreating the past. We do this in the name of truth-telling. Actually, we do it for many reasons.… Continue reading The Creating Game
Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly. —Julie Andrews It’s Thursday night and I’m not feeling like writing tomorrow’s post. I’m at a lake house. In vacation mode — the busy kind of vacation mode and I just want to do… Continue reading The freedom of discipline: writing and mindfulness
Hello Love, Let’s just say you spent the whole morning cleaning the house while engaging in a 3 hour mental bitchfest. Cursing out everyone who crossed you in the past week. All your beloved family who were fucking with your zen thing, despite your best efforts to go with the flow. Slowly, as the house… Continue reading Monday Love