Goodbye for Now, Rocky

Rocky B. Balboa the dog, world

Our little Rocky boy passed away last week. His full name was Rocky B. Balboa, the cutest little Papillon everrrr. It was so so sudden, the change. He was prancing about one minute, and unable to move the next. We took him to the animal hospital where it was confirmed that he was in kidney and liver failure. He died sweetly in our arms. We never knew he was sick. Saying goodbye was not easy. Rocky was such a funny little nutty dog. A true blue good boy. He was so excited to see everyone who came to the house.… …Read More »

Healing Those Holiday Blues

How to manifest abundance

Thanksgiving is coming and I’ll be honest with you. The holiday that’s about gathering with friends and family to give thanks hasn’t always been easy for me. Hard as I’d try to focus on what I was thankful for, I’d get hung up on the stuff that seemed to suck the life out of the holiday for me. I missed my parents who had passed away. I missed my friends and family who were too far away to visit. There were people I wasn’t speaking to (and some not speaking to me). Then there were the people who weren’t speaking… …Read More »

Love is my Dharma, There is Nothing to Fear

how to overcome fear

Have you ever wondered how to overcome fear or, at the very least, make peace with it? I’m no stranger to fear. It’s something I’ve lived with since I was very little. There are many stories I could tell you… here’s one that sticks out in particular. When I was 5 and just starting kindergarten, my mom sent me to stay with the babysitter. I don’t really know the circumstances around why my mom had to leave. I just remember she gave me some pocket money and a dress I was supposed to wear at school for picture day which… …Read More »

The Wound and its Gift

the gift in our wounding

My deepest longing, ever since I can remember, was to feel welcomed in the world. To feel seen. To matter. To belong. But, most of the time I felt “missed” by the people who were supposed to see me the most. The message was: “You’re not welcome here.” It was so painful. I call this a wound A wounding is an event or string of events that change the landscape of our lives. As a kid, I would lie awake at night with a heavy heart wondering: Why is this happening to me? my wounding had to do with not… …Read More »