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When enough of us love ourselves enough

Yesterday I woke up, energized about the week ahead — my creative juices already flowing and molding ideas around content and curriculum for Whole Hearts in Love. On my way to the bathroom, I glanced at the headlines on my iPhone. “Massacre,” “Vegas,” “50…

The Making of a Whole Heart, part 2

For some time now, I have been collecting my favorite quotes on index cards that I refer to often for inspiration. As I sat to write this next part of The Making of a Whole Heart (see part 1 here), I pulled this poem…

The Making of a Whole Heart, part 1

Above all else, what I most want to share with the world is this: the love you most desire IS possible when you create it from the wholeness of your own heart. I’ll unpack this by sharing a bit about my own love story.…

When honoring the past becomes the gateway to wholeness

Earlier this summer my husband David and I went to Boulder, Colorado, to visit his son Chris, who is entering his senior year at UC Boulder. We arrived in town early Saturday evening and met Chris and his roommate for dinner at The Kitchen,…

I am and all is well

In any moment that I dwell in “I am” and feel the fullness of that truth, my being becomes a clear opening through which the universe pours its love. Anything can happen. Because nothing has to happen. I am, and all is well.…

On forgiveness and freedom

Do not speak to me of sorry and forgiveness. I am not interested in any kind of energetic exchange at that level. I am more interested in fierce, truth-telling, all-seeing love. That’s the kind of love that says… ~ You are free. ~ You…

On nature and magic

We have a brief pause in the Northern California rains today. I’ve been enjoying taking in all of the elements as they visit us this winter, and delighting in the new worlds they invite us to discover with each elemental shift. Today it is sun…

A simple definition of love

For several days, in the rush of holiday preparations, I had passed this ginkgo tree multiple times to and from the house. Each time I felt a tug from my heart pulling me towards the tree. Yet I continued on, immersed in my to-do…