Questions Chelsea asked me when she was three years old: Where is heaven? What does it mean to die? When I yawn why do my eyes water? How does water come to our house? How does our body make urine?…

Such beauty in the silence of time made still. The gift of being with oneself and knowing love. Do we give time to the silence of our being? Do we allow ourselves the freedom to be our own best friend?

I hate headaches. I have had them since I was a kid. I was told not to say, HATE. It was a bad word in our house. I HATE headaches! Is the new catch word for headache, migraine? I hate…

One word, a few words…the power of the spoken word. The feeling a word can evoke, the cherished word, the cannot be forgotten word. The singing of words, the whisper, the cry, the angry word. The word not spoken, the…

 Yesterday morning with lavender oil, soft music, a few French words, and a broken crystal, I went to my first rendez-vous. A session of sacred relaxation. A friend of a friend, a man, who wanted to learn how to relax,…

  the space           in between past and future, the empty chair that calls  our name, Behere now.  one place or another we must take a seat and be happy where we are.