Healing Happens…It is a Perception
“There is no truth. There is only perception.” ~ Gustave Flaubert That might feel insane… or is it in sane ~ to think that healing is a perception. It is an understanding of or an interpretation of something. And we are a culture that perceives...
I don’t want to leave…Here
Mosaic by Peg Macinick “The reality we live in is selected by our conceptual definitions. You and I may be in the same physical space, but each of us will see it as entirely different.” ~ Ram Das Have you ever been so comfortable in your home that you just...
July 3, 1967- A Memoir
Picture: Greece 1971 51 years ago July 3,1967 I started working for American Airlines. It was a day that I will never forget! Mainly, because I knew something big was going to happen in my world. I learned to travel around the world. This was the beginning of my...
How many times were you afraid, ashamed or in fear today?
The picture is me at a Halloween party~ my alter ego The Diva “Shame is the most powerful master emotion. It’s the fear that we’re not good enough.”~Brené Brown Are you aware of your fears? Are you aware that at times you may not feel safe?...
This is Uncomfortable to share…
Did you know that Regression is an everyday occurrence? Sometimes I become regressed! My cellular memory kicks into high gear and starts firing certain thoughts and then feelings of inadequacy, fear, confusion and lack of clarity starts to rise and the words start...
The idea of Nothingness?
Musings on a Mountain “When I write down my thoughts, they do not escape me. This action makes me remember my strength which I forget at all times. I educate myself proportionately to my captured thought. I aim only to distinguish the contradiction between my...
No Guns in Sight
Another post from my Musings on a Mountain~ This woman from New York who is afraid of the woods has built a house on the top of a mountain surrounded by boulders, forest, animals and is sparsely populated~and I do NOT carry a gun! ...
Life as an Aria?
One of the most wonderful memories in my life is of my grandfather sitting in his leather barber’s chair waiting for his next customer while listening to opera and crying with his eyes closed. Sometimes I wish I could live inside an Aria! They encompass...
