It’s nearing the end of 2020. I don’t have anything profound to say about it as a whole, except: here’s a list of books that have helped me cope. Perhaps they will help you, too. Your Soul’s Plan: Discovering the Real Meaning of the Life You Planned Before You Were Born by Robert Schwartz. 2.… Continue reading 10 Books on Healing in 2020, A Year of Healing
Some women are born into a struggle of self-worth. I am one of those women who came barreling through the birth canal, unsure of her purpose, unsure of why she was being selected for this life on earth. I woke up in the womb, terrified of the dark. I asked God why he would abandon me. Where… Continue reading Contemplating the Belly: Before & During Pregnancy
When the power shuts off, what do you do? Panic? Curse? Cry? Or do you brighten the room with soft, moody candlelight? Today there’s no threat of storms. California is sunny for miles. But, in my daily life—the rise & grind life—it seems the room can easily go dark. When problems show up and things don’t instantly… Continue reading When there’s no light, improvise.
I woke up to a work e-mail that was not the most pleasant.
It colored all my thoughts a glassy blend of dark blue-gray.
After I responded, I started to deal with the internal and bodily reactions of being provoked by conflict.
Knot in the stomach. Anger. Judgement. Interrogation. Fear.
In a flash, I witnessed a beautiful thought: God is bigger than this problem.
I repeated it again and smiled.
But, the bitter thoughts returned.
The ‘next great American novel’ is likely one without distinguishable grid lines. It is the voice of a refugee fleeing terror or an illegal immigrant fighting poverty. It has no real roots except where one is running from. It is a story for the road.
Lynea Weatherly helped me uncover the subconscious programming I’d decided would keep me safe in other lives. This programming led to a vow that I created.
The Universe is a funny ol’ loon; she’s CONSTANTLY reminding me that I MAKE MISTAKES. And the beautiful part is—the part that lets me know I’m making progress with my inner perfectionist and healing my self-esteem— is that I can’t help but laugh at her jokes.