Inspiration

We were both waiting for the same train. I had sat down next to her in the waiting area, and she had moved her things slightly to make room, which meant we began to talk. For some reason, the conversation turned quickly to age…

I started meditating around age 60. It’s safe to say it changed my life. It certainly changed how I approach my life. At first, I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. If it was good enough for Oprah, then maybe there was something to it…

Over the last year, I saw many people searching for crystals or gemstones, wondering if they have to define themselves as spiritual to use the stones effectively, if they need to believe in energies, or if it is wrong that they only see crystals as pretty rocks. Well, there is no wrong answer to this. […]

If you’re like most people, you probably made some new year’s resolutions – changes you wanted to see in your life. Research shows it takes around 90 days to forge lasting change, so perhaps by now you’re well on your way to making…

Kathleen! Pay attention! These words, from my mother, from my teachers, dragging me back from my daydreams, still echo in my ears. But what is attention? We think of it as focus, something we can do with a little effort. Just snap back to reality…

Do you realize that most of us think with the end in mind? Remember when you began and completed a recent project? It could have been reorganizing your kitchen cupboards, finishing a quilt, or cleaning the house…

I am not one for saying, “I wish I would have…” The decisions that I made through the years, good and bad, made me the person I am today and, in general, I am pretty satisfied with that person. Oh, there are certainly things that I wonder…

We all have our “someday” goals, and as the years march on and we close in on the expiration date of someday, we often let those ambitions fade away. So when a friend in her 60s received her master’s degree…

I was the only person in line at Barnes and Noble on a rainy Friday. The girl at the register was cradling the phone with her neck, as she busily worked the computer. With her free hand she was gesturing in the air towards the back of the store…

At 25, I was a hot mess. Confused, depressed, reckless. By then I’d completed an undergraduate degree in Psychology, but for a variety of reasons wasn’t yet working steady. It was a dark period. The despair was real. There was no clarity of mind…