Heart Intelligence
Recently I talked with a friend, who had called me up in tears. "Why do some people behave so nasty?" she asked after she had told me her heart breaking story. Haven't you asked the same question sometimes? Why do
Writing & True Stories
Embodied Spirituality
Spirituality, like everything else, can be used as an escape from life, each other and ourselves. From the world with all the beauty and horror. From the pain that aches in the heart, deep down. From the joy knocking at
Walking through Fire
How do we stand in unshakeable presence and act courageously in a time of upheaval in our world? I love to share a true story to support and inspire you. The wildfire was spreading faster than we could run. When I came to the open
Aching for real Love?
We want it badly, but rarely do we admit our secret, ravenous hunger. You can see this thirsting for the real thing in the eyes of colleagues, a neighbor, the mailman and maybe in your own. You know the ache
What’s love?
Love. What a word. There are so many people -you included- who have been and are living Love in the best way we know how. The ancient teaching of loving kindness from the Buddha, which the Dalai Lama walks today
Showing up together
Do you remember a time in your life, when confronted with a challenging situation that you could not change and no matter how much you wished to escape - there just was no exit door to be found? You may have wondered what this all
Expecting Perfection?
She showed me her long list of expectations, excitedly telling me all the details about how her next partner should be like. It sounded to me like the advertisement ad for the 'oh so perfect' man, except I have never met anyone who
For such a time as this
“For such a time as this we were born!” People are waking up and many heed the call to turn the ship for all of us. In a time of turmoil in our world, when things fall apart, or we feel
From Tears, to Love, to inspired Action
Many of us are part of this inspiring movement
Being Connected or Living Dead?
I entered a café yesterday. Dead silence. Has something happened? I looked around, the tables were occupied by people of different ages, each starred at a computer or phone screen. Not one engaged with another. The cluttering from the barista