Thanks Giving

So, what are you thankful for this year and who are you thanking for it? In my world of metaphysics, where we teach that each of us creates our own reality, one could legitimately wonder, “Should I be thanking myself for all the good things and people in my life?” ...

A Value Driven Life

One of the new thought phrases we often hear, is that we should be living a purpose driven life, but what does that mean?  How does one decide on a purpose, fulfill a purpose and create a purpose driven life?  I think it might be simpler than we think.  What’s under a...

The Greatest Gift is Choice

Life is filled with choices. Every day we choose what we will wear, what and where to eat, with whom we will walk through life and from moment to moment who we want to be in any given situation. Unfortunately, very often we choose the same repetitive behaviors and...

What’s Your Next Move?

Einstein said, “Like energy draws like energy.”  It appears that we have reached a tipping point in the energy of separation, hatred and extraordinary acts of violence. We live in a time filled with more contempt, violence and total disrespect for integrity and...

Are we Listening?

On June 13th, fifty mighty warriors laid down their lives to wake us up. This is an amazing sacrifice. Are we listening? It’s time to hold each other tight, so tight that the maddening rhetoric about hate and separation cannot sneak in. So tight that we all...

The Face of Your Father

Today we live in world with a potpourri of diverse families. It’s a tapestry of who makes up the family, who plays what role and and how we survive with missing pieces. Yep, this is the month to celebrate fathers…but who are they? Most reports today say that...

Are You Here Yet?

I recently talked to a person who had 700 friends on Facebook, friends to whom she told everything, in vivid detail, …daily. Before I knew they “Were the center of her life,” I blabbed on about how we don’t really connect with each other any more and how...

Embrace it All

In my twenties, while siting in an old Italian restaurant, I noticed a couple of people wandering around from table to table. One was selling roses and the other a fortune teller, dressed as a gypsy, who eventually approached our table. She quietly saddled up beside...

Moments Matter

My Saturday evening was quiet. There was a gentle energy of discomfort in my body and discontent in the air that I couldn’t shake. My friend Jeanne Cordova was somehow with me. I knew she was leaving, dying and I could not release that knowing to focus on anything...