Heal•Empower•Create
In 1995 I was hosting a local TV show called The Spiritual Experience. I interviewed singer/songwriter Dawna Hammers. Her music moved me like nothing before! This was during a time in my life I was having deep, spiritual experiences. Like never before. Anyway, I wish I could explain what her music did for me. I…
(This was written in the summer of 2020) Self doubt is a perilous thing. It seeps in, without us even being aware, causing confusion and mayhem. Being in a contained room with my recently spayed Zelda is teaching me a lot about myself. It’s the ole mirror mirror story I often tell. A little backstory. …
In a time filled with division, fear and illness, let’s focus our New Year on what we wish to see in the world as opposed to focusing on what we don’t want. It is easy to get into a head space listing ones grievances, what is wrong with the world and in our lives. It…
For some reason, whether I’ve read it somewhere or watched it on a show, I’ve noticed a trend. The parent says something to the effect of now that they are 18, their child is an adult and free to make their own decisions. While it is true that this is the time in their lives…
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We follow our heart…or so it seems. One day we realize we made a mistake . . . Or did we? I have always struggled with decisions. I have always struggled with fear. Over a lifetime, I’ve learned when I need to push through something and when I need to walk away. Very imperfectly I…
I was lying on the sofa, feeling yucky, depressed, anxious. In an hour I was to drive to the airport. My mom was paying for a luxurious vacation at Canyon Ranch in Massachusetts, a place of healing. I never knew when it would hit. Stomach ailments, pain, general malaise. I had gone to one doctor…
A beautiful worldTrees go bySky bright redJourneys ahead Easy to forgetWhen some want you deadDivision . . . angerIt keeps some alive Turn back the timeOf summers pastHammock with a bookNewfoundland on my lap Bring it hereNotice the skyDance in the bathroomDog’s first walk Life is beautiful
A poem on a Friday night . . . . I ask for guidanceThe words fallNobody buys itWhat am I doing? I get up at 4:50 a.m.Every day is the sameOr not15 years gone . . . How? I writeI prayA master at creatingNot at this I say I keep showing upI stumbleI bounce backWho…
