“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” — Anatole France   Today, my heart felt especially full as I shared a class on communicating with our beloved animal companions. As the stories flowed and the love was spoken aloud, I was reminded of a sacred truth: animals do not come into our lives by chance. They are divinely placed, arriving precisely when our souls are ready to remember a deeper kind of love. They slip quietly into our days and soo

“Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen - that stillness becomes a radiance.” Morgan Freeman   India has a way of slowing time without asking permission. Here, stillness isn’t an absence of movement; it is a presence so full it gently quiets the mind. I have found myself pausing more often — not because I planned to, but because the land itself invites it. The mornings arrive softly, wrapped in silence followed by a gentle awakening and the smell of

“The wise man sees the end in the beginning.” —Confucius.   This has been the hardest blog for me to write all year—perhaps because it asks me to pause, to look back, and to truly feel all that has been lived. This year began on a high note and unfolded in ways my imagination could never have planned. It stretched me, softened me, carried me across distances both physical and spiritual, and filled my heart with blessings layered upon blessings.   As I sit with the closing mom

“A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.” John Steinbeck   Yes, Mr. Steinbeck… therein lies the quiet truth of our existence. The harder we struggle, the farther we drift from the very purpose we came here to remember. When our eyes are fixed only on what lies ahead—the climb, the effort, the mountain we believe we must

“Love is the undisturbed balance that binds this universe together." ~ Mahavatar Babaji   My time here in India has been filled with moments that stop the breath and open the heart. From the ever-changing landscapes to the sacred encounters with people whose eyes reflect centuries of devotion, I have felt something unmistakable moving through it all: love, steady and peaceful, like a divine hum beneath creation. There is a reverence here for gurus and spiritual teachers that

“Reflection transforms experiences into wisdom that guides your future.”  Unknown   As we move gently toward the closing pages of 2025, many people naturally pause to look back. Year’s end has a way of inviting reflection—sometimes softly, sometimes insistently. For some, the memories surface with regret or sadness. For others, they glow with joy and gratitude. And for a few, the year feels like a blur, its days slipping quietly past without much recollection at all. If you a

“Just knowing that the world is round Here I'm dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down? Is this real or am I dreaming?”  Dave Matthews   Life is often described as one collective dream or a grand movie in which we are all players. There are moments when the script feels off, when we wish we could grab a marker and cross out a few scenes—or perhaps start the dream over entirely with a different ending. As a teacher of manifestation, I smile at that impulse, bec

"We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten." ~ Cesare Pavese   Some of my most treasured memories are not tied to dates on a calendar but to moments etched into my heart. One of my favorite characters in this thing called life was Grandpa Opha. He wasn’t my grandfather by blood, yet he felt like family in all the ways that truly matter. What made him so special was his ability to sit and talk for hours about his life

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more” ― Lord Byron   Tonight, after a flight that seemed determined to test every ounce of patience we possessed, my dear friend Pracheta and I finally arrived in Goa, India. The day unfolded like a lesson in surrender—departure times shifting up and down, notifications contradict

“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth.”  Thich Nhat Hanh   Each morning when I awaken, before the world has a chance to ask anything of me, I pause. In that sacred in-between moment—no longer asleep, not yet moving—I offer gratitude. Gratitude for breath. Gratitude for life. Gratitude for being here, on this beautiful Earth, one more day. I breathe co