“Stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight.” - Gordon B. Hinckley   I found myself here in India during wintertime. To borrow from a familiar song, “Baby, it’s cold outside!” And yet, what I’ve noticed is how deeply I celebrate the mornings when I awaken to sunshine. I call them my “sunny-side-up” days. Those are the days when hope feels warmer, when brightness lifts the heart, and when there is an unmistakable desire to step outside and greet the world. A

“You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot ― it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.” ― Maya Angelou   There was a time in my life when I wanted nothing more than to erase parts of my past. I replayed moments in my mind, wishing I could delete choices, rewrite conversations, undo what felt like mistakes along the way. It was during one of tho

“Learn the art of observing everything, not the art of absorbing everything.”  Unknown   Everything is energy in motion. This truth has been whispered by mystics for centuries and confirmed by scientists in more recent times. We easily recognize energy in what we call “living” beings—people, animals, plants—because their movement, breath, and expression are visible. Yet even what appears solid and still carries an energetic signature. A rock, a table, a chair, a home—all are

“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you." —Anne Lamott   These days, it has become increasingly difficult to find a table in a restaurant where people are truly together. Often, they sit side by side, yet worlds apart—eyes downcast, fingers scrolling, conversations replaced by glowing screens. The irony is striking: we are more connected than ever, yet so deeply disconnected from the moment, from one another, and from ourselves. I

“Each day comes bearing its gifts. Untie the ribbon.” —Ann Ruth Schabacker   There is something sacred about waking up to a brand-new day. Each morning arrives wrapped like a present, quietly waiting for our attention. Every day holds the same number of hours, the same minutes ticking faithfully forward, yet how differently those hours are lived. As I glance at the calendar, I’m aware of how quickly this new year is already unfolding. Days can slip by unnoticed if we are not

"The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together." ~ Saadi   There is a quiet teaching woven into every rose. Its fragrance invites us closer, while its thorns remind us to approach with reverence. Beauty and pain, joy and sorrow, are not opposites—they are companions on the same sacred stem. The angels have been whispering to me that this is the Year of Compassion, and as I sit with that message, I find myself contemplating what compassion truly means in

“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

“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

“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