Where are we choosing to sit on our life train?   This metaphor was discussed on a radio talk show by Dr. Donna Dannenfelser, a psychotherapist, which Tosha Silver, wanted to share with us on her weekly forum call.    I am absolutely fascinated by the train metaphor that Dr. Donna, introduces and desire to share it here in case it may be new for anyone as it is for me. Also, a fun side note being that my father was a long time railroad man working for the Union Pacific Railro

Soul:  Merriman Webster defines it as: the spiritual part of human being or animal, regarded as immortal. I recently listened to Lorie Ladd, offer a Soul Full meditation in connecting soul IN the body. She shares that there is nothing more important right now than integrating Soul with the human character. www.lorieladd.com Her vital reminder that our soul is not out there somewhere and resides within. That part that has remained within us for lifetimes and animates this body

Is there anything else? I have been sharing those words towards the end of my mentoring calls and I sense I’m incorporating something that is affirming. It allows for a pause to do a quick scan and often what has needed the most air time, has been pushed down for so many reasons. I do this too, and my mentor and I are both trying to tackle my hard and often very uncomfortable  as we begin our call. Much like my housework, the bathrooms and kitchen first, so that I can then co

The Center I stand in the center of all – this – that ordinary folks call life. But I know that this tangible, one-dimensional collection...

Richard and me in 1979. Offering my heart to him has been doing something with all these years. “I have nothing but questions these days. Lying on the forest floor I ask her, “what am I doing wrong?” She replies, “don’t be afraid, what have you been doing right?” ~ Sarah Blondin How often do I hear myself go there as well? Why does it feel more natural to go to what is wrong , rather than to what is right?  Why are we more at ease claiming and owning all that is not what it s

My husband, Richard, sitting on the steps of our daughter's house as he awaits in the next room the arrival of his third grandchild, Eden. An ordinarly moment, a respite, as the extraordinary, a miracle was in progress. This picture always grabs my heart. 💞 As I reflect upon memories I’m always intrigued by the ones which feel timeless, vivid and as if I could step right back into them. After listening to Amanda Doyle, in the podcast, We Can Do Hard Things , discuss this I w