A Gentle Revolution

When I was 10, I wanted to leave my mark in the world. I knew I was born for something big. I knew I was born with a revolution raging in my soul.… Continue reading →

Don’t call me a good mother

Don’t call me a good mother. For being good somehow means doing all the “right things”. And to be honest, I’m not necessarily all that concerned about doing the “right things”. I’m more… Continue reading →

How Does Your Garden Grow?

“In the garden of thy heart plant naught but the rose of love, and from the nightingale of affection and desire loosen not thy hold.” – The Hidden Words We lived in an… Continue reading →

Life’s Best Kept Secret

Somewhere between turning 40, somewhere between motherhood, breast cancer and some whopping dollops of second chances. Somewhere between falling down and getting up again on quivering knees, I stumbled upon one of life’s… Continue reading →

Coming Home

I had a dream the other night. It was one of those rare, coherent dreams that took me on a journey. A journey which marked some significant milestones and major shifts that had… Continue reading →

Live Fearlessly!

When I first started out blogging two years ago, I was bald. I sat at this same spot while recovering from my chemotherapy treatment with nothing more than a wish to write from… Continue reading →

Tangerine of Mindfulness

“Looking at a tangerine, a person who practices awareness can see all the wonders of the universe…” ~ The Buddha  “What does it mean to eat a tangerine in awareness? When you are… Continue reading →

If this World were my Classroom

If this World were my classroom I would greet each day as a lesson I would treat each person as a teacher And accept each moment as an opportunity to learn. If this… Continue reading →

Good Men Shine

  “The light of a good character surpasseth the light of the sun and the radiance thereof. Whoso attaineth unto it is accounted as a jewel among men.” ~ Tarázát Sometimes we forget… Continue reading →

Woodsmoke and Sunshine

The first blog post after a long break is always the hardest to write. There is a self-imposed pressure to write something so brilliantly memorable as to be worth your while. Something worthy… Continue reading →