I was in my early twenties the very first time I looked around a room and felt like I was “the adult.” It was closing time at my favorite café, and there were a handful of older teens outside, smoking weed and getting rowdy, and showing no signs of moving along. The young woman closing up …
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Jealousy is a wasted emotion. I know this, because over the years I have given it time and energy and attention in spades, and not once has it given anything back. It doesn’t inform me, or enlighten me, or teach me truths about myself. It doesn’t even make me appreciate the many blessings I do have. …
The daily routine of “setting intentions” is relatively new to me, but I’ve found it to be a practice that feeds my soul and nurtures fledgling hope. Those few quiet moments of looking at the big picture and remembering what’s important, have done much to balance the frantic pace with which I often tackle my …