This week, people all over the planet are looking back at 2019 and looking forward to 2020. I’m asking myself to do this from a compassionate and present-centered perspective. You are invited to do the same…

Sit back and relax. I'm going to tell you a story about you being the Light - about us all being the Light - just in case you forgot. It's a children's parable by Neale Donald Walsch called: the Little Soul and the Sun.

‘Tis the ‘holiday season’ and I want to gift you acceptance, appreciation, and love.

It’s not always easy to access acceptance, appreciation, and love. And though it may seem strange, I’m going to try to help you access these illusive qualities by talking about death and grief.

I realize this does not sound like a fun gift! Stick with me, though - I promise, this turns out well!

There are 2 weeks left until Winter Solstice. Here in Vermont, these are progressively and literally the darkest days of the year. As daylight time grows shorter and shorter, we may feel the reflection of this in our psyche, and we feel darker.

We have now entered the last Gregorian calendar month of the year 2019.  The time is ripe to open to looking back. What in this past year has added to you being who you are right now?  Take time this month to realize what a difference a year makes…

A tender Thanksgiving to you…

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness. ― Mary Oliver

What would happen if we didn’t have to choose? What If we held dichotomous thoughts and feelings, equally weighed, in both hands? I find that when I let go of an EITHER/ OR stance, and hold seemingly dichotomous thoughts and feelings in a BOTH / AND position, I become more. It’s an expansive practice.

I watched Ava DuVernay’s documentary 13th… it was riveting, sick and it blew my mind…

Falling has more than one meaning. The leaves in Vermont are falling. This winter, someone will be falling on ice. Maybe I’ll be falling in love. I often feel I’m falling from grace. Time and time again, when I remember to breathe, to allow, to come back to peace - I fall back into myself.

External and internalized denial of thoughts, feelings and expression cuts away at the core – the source – of who a person is – their Authentic Self.  Soul cuts happen when authentic, core thoughts, feelings and expressions are deemed unacceptable or are denied, conveyed through statements such as: you shouldn’t or you don’t (think, feel, or express) as you do….

Although Michelle no longer walks on this planet, we still have a relationship.  Although that’s my truth, I also grieve the loss of her. It’s complex. Her energy exists and I relate with her in that way, and she does not have a physical body and I miss that – I miss her. That’s part of the complexity of life and death – of grief – of Spirit – of love.

Dear One(s),

I care about all of us. I care about all of you. That's why, right now, I want to address negative self-talk (and some other parts inside)…

Dowsing rods are best known for finding water underground, without digging. My college A&P (Anatomy & Physiology) teacher-turned-friend, Chris Elders had his land dowsed to find the underground water source now used to feed his home from a gravity-fed well. The well was dug. The search for water was not.

Today was the second day of the rest of my healthy juicing life! It was not the 2nd consecutive day, just the 2nd time I've used my brand-spankin'-new juicer. I do not feel all-or-nothing about juicing and eating healthy, yet, though I feel it coming. At some point soon I will adhere to a strict period of being on a cleansing, healing, "no-cancer" diet.

Home. I never intended to leave you. And now that I'm staying here, how could I do anything but (stay here)? And so, from pure longing came the brilliant thought that I will NOT rent my home again. I will instead find a HOUSE-MATE. A mate... to share my home... with ME. A house-mate who will live here solo much of the year (a roommate's dream) and me, who wil have my favorite home to come back to... anytime a low-cost plane-fare & school-break collide. A house-mate friend. Me, a happy Bratt.