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, Be here now.  one place  or another          we must take a seat and be happy…

When I lived in the monastery, our first words chanted at dawn were: "Oh Lord, open my lips and my mouth shall proclaim your praise!" I was in love with life and spirituality! The monastery was in Pecos, New Mexico.…