You are not broken. Your flaws are not fatal. Your eccentricities and sensitivities don’t make you a monster; they mark you as human. And what, if not that, are you meant to be? You are here to be the highest expression of yourself. You are a thread in the weave of humanity. You have all you need to know. You don’t need any more workshops, or trainings, or external degrees. You are eminently qualified to be you. The things that scare you are ...

We are at a pivotal time in history. Never before has so much information, so much stuff, been available to us at all hours of the day and night. It’s like a fire hose that we can’t turn off. I see us, this human species, on the precipice of something great—or not. The choice is ours. To move beyond the constraints of selfishness, of a me-centered mindset, will take time and intention. We are at nearly 7 billion people on this planet that we call Earth and it’s not sustainable to continue ...

When I was in my twenties, I dated a man whose family traveled extensively. They lived in Saudi Arabia, the father was headmaster at an American school, and the entire family of six would travel all over the Middle East and Europe. The one good thing I remember from that train-wreck of a relationship was his family's mantra about packing before a trip: Never pack before midnight, and never pack sober. I reference that maxim often when people ask me for advice on packing light, not because I follow the ...

Sheet Metal Worker. Artist. Mom. Dancer. Son. Street sweeper. Accountant. Wife. Who are you? No, really? Who are you after you peel off the layers of the socially and culturally sanctioned roles? Who are you when you are not what you do? Who are you when you close your eyes at night, when you take that deep soul-rocking breath, and exhale the day’s stress and grime away? Do you know? Are you the person you thought you’d be when you grew up (as ...

It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Last week I made a visit to my doctor. Not a groundbreaking event for some, but rare for me as I am seldom sick. And, being in possession of what I call faux-insurance, I make it a point to limit luxurious first-world activities like seeking medical care. Typically, I ride things out. I know what to do when the specter of illness hovers over me like a used car salesman—I know ...