“So this is Christmas…” and I am bent out of shape over everything that won’t get done in time for Christmas day, over the deep desire for peace and quiet that can’t be realized till Christmas is over, and over … Continue reading →
My ego is a 1920’s flapper wearing tap shoes, dancing like mad, and singing at the top of her lungs trying to pull my attention away from soul work, back to the illusory dream. I quit school six weeks ago. … Continue reading →
F or years an essential part of my spiritual practice was taking everything negative or bad that happened to me and getting real serious about taking responsibility for it. Whatever showed up in my life, I had created that. I was taught … Continue reading →