Meditation: Fox Hole vs Rabbit Hole

Usually, when I write about meditations, they’re my own. In this case, the meditation was someone else’s, but it was specifically about me. A friend shared this meditation with me and then called to let…

What It Is Wednesday: No Light at the End of the Tunnel

We like to assure the downtrodden, the sick, and the grieving that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  But wait…are we so sure? I’ve known (and have written about) the long,…

Why the Bullying Pattern in My Life Re-Surfaced

Why? I kept asking.  Why, why, why?   Though in the beginning, the question wasn’t Why? but Who?  I was trusting the wrong person, taking his word for everything because of his position, and because I really–really–did want…

What It Is Wednesday: Being Reactive

I hate being reactive. I hate that I sometimes let people manipulate my feelings–joy occasionally, anger and jealousy mostly–for the sheer enjoyment of my emotional reaction.   Even more, I hate that I often don’t…

What It Is Wednesday: Time Speeds Up

For a few years now, I’ve been feeling the energy of autumn not at the end of August or in September but the first week of August, even when it’s 105 outside. Like sensing 2nd…

The Single Biggest Regret of my Life

See there, I know what you did—you saw me say “the biggest single regret of my life” and you rushed over here to see if I was going to dish about a certain someone. Or,…

What It Is Wednesday: The Magical Gift of Synchronicity

  I love synchronicity, those sudden coincidences or long-growing life-changers that are changes of direction on our life maps and sometimes intersections with something or someone we never dreamed of. If ever there was a…

I Literally Changed My Perspective in One Afternoon

Last week, in the course of one afternoon, I literally changed my perspective.  And when I say literally, I mean both physically and mentally.  If I’d had any idea how one little change in my…

What It Is Wednesday: What Do I Want?

  All my Father’s Day weekend company left, and I’m looking at a long list of chores and projects that “should have been done already,” like…weeks ago…that I feel the need to stress over because…