The great poet Rumi wrote, “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” Could you meet yourself in

I carry stones. They are crystalized beliefs buried deep inside me. The rocks weigh me down and keep my vibration low. They represent limiting beliefs

I’m seeing a lot of myself lately. I see my undesirable attributes reflected in the behaviors and attitudes of the people around me. I am

The great poet Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi wrote, “the wound is where the light enters you.”   It’s the falling down, and getting up again,

I smell bug spray. That’s what we call mosquito repellent in Minnesota. The smell of sandalwood is walking me back to myself as I lie

There’s nothing like watching my kid in the thralls of pure wonder and excitement to bring me back to my joy. In those moments, I