Almost every morning, I walk out to my garden barefoot. With my bare feet in the wet grass, I connect to myself and life. It's one of my favorite things. It feels good and gives me energy. This week has required more energy than usual. With a family member healing...

One of my mantras is, Let it be easy, with the key word being let. Why? Because I know that when I feel the need to control things (aka decide that I know best) the natural flow of life is interrupted, and things tend to become less easy… The sun rises each morning...

On Saturday, we were invited to Yo-Yo Ma's rehearsal at Tanglewood. The first piece was Schumann's Concerto in A minor. Before playing a note, Yo-Yo Ma invited both the orchestra and the audience to reflect on the quality of daydreaming, reminding us it’s a powerful...

A Story of Energetic Awareness Late one evening last week, after brushing my teeth, I went back downstairs and asked M if he would like to play chess. His face lit up with surprise and delight; delight because he loves playing chess together, and surprise because he...

A client called to discuss something he considered a moral issue. Early in the conversation, I asked, How do you personally define morality? He didn’t know—that became his first homework assignment. A few minutes in, he paused and said, I'm really surprised. I didn't...

We know that change is inevitable. Every day brings shifts—sometimes big, sometimes small, easy or hard, delightful or not so much. I often think of these shifts as transitions and create rituals to keep me in flow. Rituals acknowledge the transition and clear my...

As humans, we will always align with people, places, and beliefs similar to who we truly are—aka what we believe in. Here's a funny story that illustrates this in real life, as told from M’s perspective: After being awakened at 3 am by a big loud noise and determining...

Four years ago, I began emailing a blog every Friday at 6 am. Typically, on Wednesday I will have an aha moment and know exactly what to write. This week, nada. There I was, moving through my Thursday with the thought, I really need to write something - not just...

Living in LA, there were times during a hectic day when I would (only half-jokingly) claim that I was about to move to the country to raise goats and make really good organic goat cheese. Why goats? I have no idea. I've never even encountered a live goat. But, that's...

I don't like bad noises, and I am picky about volume. Unless, of course, I'm at an Elton John concert or joyfully singing at the top of my lungs to Kirk Franklin—a noise my 12-year-old daughter once described as both loud and bad, understandably. Yes, both loud and...