It’s Tuesday night after 8:00pm, I’m drained, my eyes are burning from working all day, my lips are parched, my head buzzing, I’m tired and my teeth clenched. The wind is whipping outside, and all I can think of is sleep. But I’m so determined to write a blog once a week because I believe this practice of sharing our experiences is life changing for my, want to be hidden self, and for those who can relate. Am I alone? At this time, when the Covid-19 virus is on the lips and

Photo by Anderson Guerra on Pexels.com When we lose ourselves in pleasure, we must do so in balance with reality of life. In our nature, as humans, we seek pleasure. Pleasure that can be timeless, insatiable, and keep up thirsty. Pleasure that becomes addictive, and then a social norm. Ice cream, chocolate, social media likes, to alcohol, gambling, parties, self growth, drug addiction, shopping addiction, attention addiction, etc., etc. This is our nature. This is realit

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com As we write on these pages, the words pour out as we allow our hearts and minds to guide our hands and fingers across the page. These words, coming from nothing, but our own energetic communion with our body and the tool we use to write. This is a sacred journey, as we write from the places that are hidden, those that want to be expressed, and somehow when we actually say them in words, it don’t sound quite right. Do you know this? Once we beg

I awoken! Literally, this morning in my dreamy state of mind, before my 5am alarm, before the sunrise, I noticed my mind thinking about this job interview. Subconcious rising, thoughts surfaced, “White people look at the surface. How I talk, what I say, how enthusiastic I am, basically, do I exude the personality that reflects themselves?” I don’t. I don’t really fit into any mass social expectation of How I Should Be. In the many online spiritual summits, coaches, leaders