My mother used to say, “Man proposes and God disposes.”  These past two weeks have been gentle reminders of that wisdom. I had plans—structured days and predictable rhythms—but life delivered unexpected gifts that disrupted my Sunday routine. For the first time in many weeks, I missed a Sunday post in my business. And yet, I have learned that disruption is not always destruction. Sometimes, it is divine redirection. Carolyn Myss, in her book Sacred Contracts , speaks about th

Today’s date— 5/25/25 —is a palindrome that invites reflection. There is something poetic about symmetry, about things aligning in unexpected harmony. And this week, life did just that: it unfolded without drama, chaos, or disruption. It was, quite simply, a beautiful, peaceful week. In the stillness, I found joy. I rediscovered a book tucked on my shelf— Everyday Spirit  by Mary Davis. To my surprise, it was signed by the author. I have no memory of acquiring this book, and

Such a glorious week. I spent long hours with my hands in the soil—gardening, planting, preparing. There is something sacred about nurturing life from seed to bloom. As I worked, I imagined the rewards ahead: the joy of sitting in my garden, sipping tea, watching flowers sway in rhythm with the wind, and listening to birds weave music into the air. Even the rainy days were a gift. The soft rhythm of rain felt like a blessing—heaven’s way of nourishing the life I am helping to

This was a week of il dolce far niente—the sweetness of doing nothing. Ironically, it came during one of the busiest weeks I’ve had in months. Some days were a blur, consumed by to-do lists, emails, and back-to-back obligations. And yet, somewhere in the middle of the noise, I remembered to pause. To do nothing. And let me tell you, doing nothing is not  easy. It’s an act of intentional resistance against a world that glorifies productivity. But as I leaned into thes

The unexpected happens—is a good way to gear up for an eventful life. This week was one of those weeks, and I’m happy to say that my affirmations, meditations, and commitment to living mindfully were steady companions as the unpredictable unfolded. As I reflected on this, I found comfort in the words of Thomas Moore, who wrote in Care of the Soul , “Care of the soul is not solving problems. It is an appreciation of the process of life as an unfolding mystery” (Moore, 1992, p.

Whew!  What a week. Laws are changing. Tariffs are shifting. Cosmic events unfold. And through it all, a profound uncertainty lingers. I found myself grasping—daily—for grounding. In fact, there was not a single day last week where I didn’t have to pause and recalibrate. That recalibration became my silent prayer, my internal compass trying to point true north amid chaos. And then I remembered: opportunities often wear the disguise of discomfort . Each unexpected detour offer

This Easter Sunday arrives wrapped in quiet revelation. Surrounded by the familiar comforts of holiday tradition—the scent of honey-glazed ham in the air, pastel eggs tucked into garden corners, and cherished Bible stories recited anew—I find myself contemplating a deeper layer of faith. It is not merely a set of doctrines but rather a daily practice: the choice to believe in possibilities that lie beyond what the eyes can immediately perceive. Surprisingly, The New Encyclope

This third Sunday of 2025, January 19, invites us to reflect on the tenuous nature of life and the importance of self-awareness as a...

This week wrapped me in the sweet embrace of childlike wonder—a much-needed reminder that life’s magic often lives in the unanswered questions. Between unpredictable spring weather (“Why is it 75° one day and 45° the next?”), the mysterious alchemy of hatching eggs (“How does that tiny embryo know how to grow?”), and the aerodynamics of a simple ball (thank you, Rocket Science for Babies ), I found myself wide-eyed with curiosity all over again. Our family’s chicken-hatching

What a week. The theme? Liberation —a word that carries as many meanings as there are people to define it. This week taught me that freedom isn’t a monolith; it’s a mosaic of cultural, personal, and emotional layers. In Kiss, Bow, or Shake Hands , Morrison and Conaway (2006) remind us that “understanding cultural norms isn’t just polite—it’s pivotal to recognizing how liberation is expressed across the world” (p. 47). What feels like freedom in one context might feel like con

Wow—what a week! Life has this magical way of surprising us with moments of pure grace when we least expect them. This week, I found myself thinking about Thoth, the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom who understood time as something fluid and cyclical rather than linear. Inspired by this perspective, I traded screen time for green time, and the transformation was nothing short of remarkable. Turns out, science backs up what my soul was craving. Studies show that immersing oursel

This week presented countless opportunities to remember the importance of being present. It’s so easy to get caught up in the “what if” and “could be” of life, but as Marcus Aurelius wisely noted in Meditations , “He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end” (Aurelius, 167 CE/2002, p. 34). These words are a powerful reminder that the present moment is all we truly have—a

This week was dominated by the forecast of an impending storm. The news was filled with warnings, preparations, and predictions of potential devastation. As I watched the updates, I couldn’t help but ponder the different types of storms that can arise in life—not just the meteorological kind, but the emotional, psychological, and even interpersonal ones that can strike without warning. One particularly unsettling thought came to mind as I revisited Martha Stout’s The Sociopat

This week was a whirlwind of emotional and personal overload. There were moments when I felt so overwhelmed that I questioned whether I truly belonged here—or if there was a parallel universe where I might feel more at ease. In those moments, I felt deeply grateful for the coping skills I’ve cultivated over the years. They became my anchor, helping me navigate the storm and find my footing again. As I reflected on these feelings of displacement, I was reminded of the importan

This week, I’ve been thinking a lot about community. Now feels like the perfect time to establish—or reestablish—connections with others. There’s something profoundly energizing about being in the presence of like-minded souls, sharing ideas, laughter, and even silence. Science tells us that when we connect with others, our bodies release oxytocin, often referred to as the “bonding hormone.” This chemical response makes us feel good and strengthens our sense of belonging and

This week felt good. Resilience was my anchor, my go-to. I reminded myself that resilience begins with my thoughts—how I choose to frame challenges, setbacks, and even the mundane moments of life. It’s a practice, one that requires intention and awareness. But this week, I found inspiration in an unexpected place: my six-year-old granddaughter. As I watched her work through her math problems, I was struck by her focus and delight. She approached each problem with a sense of c

All about perspective This Sunday feels particularly challenging. The weather is dark, the cold is biting, and the weight of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) feels heavier than ever. I’ve navigated the winter months for years with a toolkit of coping mechanisms, but this season feels different—more persistent, more relentless. It’s as if even my usual strategies are struggling to keep up. In moments like these, I’m reminded that adaptation is sometimes necessary for survival

Smile for no reason As the weeks roll on, it’s hard to ignore the mounting stress that seems to permeate the air. The world feels increasingly chaotic, and the weight of it all can feel overwhelming. In times like these, the question arises: How can we not only survive but also thrive amidst the derision and chaos? The answer, perhaps, lies in focusing on what we can control—ourselves and our thoughts. It’s easy to feel powerless when external circumstances spiral out of han

take a deep breath February, the shortest month of the year, is often brimming with celebrations and love. Yet, as we step into this month in 2025, it feels like the year has already ushered in a whirlwind of change. Change, as we know, is inevitable, but it doesn’t always come with a welcome mat. It can be unsettling, challenging, and even overwhelming. But as Florence Scovel Shinn, a renowned spiritual teacher, once wrote, “There is a Divine Design for each man” (Shinn, 192

How to Transform Chaos into Clarity: A Guide to Cultivating Introspection and Gratitude in 2025. In our fast-paced world, distractions and noise are everywhere, pulling at our focus and making it hard to find peace. As we enter the fourth Sunday of 2025, now is the perfect time to reflect, look inward, and embrace the powerful forces of introspection and gratitude. This weekend serves as a reminder that despite the chaos around us, we have the power to cultivate a sense of