
True Confessions: I am an Amateur.
I felt like a kid in a candy store. Arriving to help my friend pack up her office in preparation for a move, I encountered two rooms with wall to wall book cases.

I felt like a kid in a candy store. Arriving to help my friend pack up her office in preparation for a move, I encountered two rooms with wall to wall book cases.
What if it was true? That you were made of Love, worthy of Love, guided by Love, empowered by Love? What if it was true? That Love Flowed Freely as Life.
“I fell asleep and missed part of the meditation.” That’s a pretty common statement at my workshops when I guide the group in a meditative journey.
Enjoying lunch outdoors last week in Pennsylvania, I realized I was close to the Seva Retreat Center. Excitement bubbled through me.
I value hindsight. It allows me to notice what I’ve learned. When I complete a project, I find myself naturally settling into a reflective period.
I feel like I birthed a baby, nurtured her, and sent her off to college. Funny to compare the creation of my website with the miracle of parenting.
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