Why I don’t really talk about this day
Since 13 years have passed (13 being the number of the divine feminine), it feels like the right time to talk about being in downtown Manhattan on September 11, 2001.
When times feel heavy (a poem)
When times feel heavy
Remember that you are not Atlas
Made to hold the heavens upon your shoulders.
Why I love Friday the 13th
Did you know that, in many ancient cultures, 13 is the number of the divine feminine? This is because the moon has 13 cycles per calendar year and, on average, women have 13 menstrual cycles per year, as well.
The key to healing
Do you know the main ingredient in the secret sauce of healing?
It’s so simple.
Being bioluminescent
You may have heard the phrase “be the light” used in the context of spirituality, but what does it really mean and why does it matter?
The denominator effect
In the world of finance, the denominator effect is something that happens when a portion of your overall portfolio decreases dramatically in value, which causes the rest of your holdings to increase as a greater percentage of your total portfolio. Essentially, something that was meant to occupy a certain amount of space could suddenly appear to take up a much larger share of the whole.
Healing the mother wound
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that some of the most powerful healers I know have had very complicated maternal relationships.
Permission to be
Part of the gift of working in the healing arts, is the opportunity to gain a broader perspective on this journey we call life. And I’ve seen so much unnecessary suffering resulting from feelings of not belonging or not conforming to some generally accepted category of x, y, or z.
A mindful march
Over the month of March, I trained the entire staff of an NYC public elementary school on mindfulness—it’s benefits, impact on the brain and body, and ways to incorporate simple—yet massively impactful—practices into your day. My intention was to sow and nurture the seeds of mindfulness throughout the school community.
Reading your soul
I’ve always been fascinated by symbols, patterns, and interpretation. I remember as a kid buying a book about how to read Egyptian hieroglyphics. It was too complicated for me, but I did eventually learn how to read, write, and speak Mandarin Chinese, which contains a deep and delightful wealth of beauty and wisdom in its linguistic patterning and symbology.
Grateful for my dis-ease
Would it be heretical to say that my autoimmune diagnosis was one of my greatest teachers?