Tag Archives: meditation

Creating a culture of kindness

Art by Carissa

I do not care about your hate. Tell me what you love, what difference you make. This is the lesson to be learned and the example to be set. To those motivated by fear, division and doublespeak, stop and think. What wounds do you heal? What bridge do you build? Now is the time for Loveworks, an afterschool leadership training program for middle school students. I am honored to volunteer as a mentor. The foundational lesson in my Loveworks Story Express series considers the power of the primitive reactive brain. […]

Motherhood and the ecstasy of being

Flames of my brother's memories

Two mothers gave me the life I know. The mother who birthed me taught the value of strength and the power of forgiveness. My spiritual mother, aunt Joan, taught me to live in the moment and to honor the divine feminine. The confluence of these two wise women opened my heart and mind to a universe of possibilities. One mother took care of business, introduced me to golf and the wonder of a story well told. Another presented the gifts of yoga and meditation. She cautioned that happiness is a […]

Make Love Your Life

A new friend confides, “I have always been a seeker.” I smile – a fructose-free crack in my stoic demeanor – to acknowledge the quest for meaning, the hero/heroine journey archetype and our inherent longing for a complete awakening in some exotic sanctuary. I understand the desire for love, to share a sense of spiritual transcendence and to simply be heard. “The courage of unconditional love is the true nature of the human spirit.” The opening sentence of my poem The Princess of God inspired by a heroine who rushed […]

Yoga in the Age of Distraction

Some say, “Yoga found me.” I don’t. That would be as if my parents “found me” in the hospital nine months after my father came home for lunch from the Air Force base. I am a result, a willful act of creation. Yoga was a gift from my aunt Joan, my spiritual mentor, during those trying adolescent years following the death of my father. I received yoga as a path for healing wounds that cannot be seen. Beyond schoolwork, National Geographic and four TV channels, I navigated a teenaged imagination-filled […]