Some lessons arrive gently. Others come through disappointment, misunderstanding, and the ache of being blamed when your heart was only trying to help. Through my work with clients in Connected Breathing, and through my own life, I have learned one lesson again and again: love given sincerely is never wasted. Even when it is refused. Even when it is misunderstood. Even when the person receiving it turns away. This has not always been easy for me to understand. There have been moments when I...

Grief has a way of turning the lights on in rooms we did not know we had closed. I am writing this in honor of my parents. They both passed away in 2011 within six months of each other. Losing both parents in such a short span of time has invited me to look back, not only at who they were, but at who I became while being loved, taught, corrected, misunderstood, protected, and shaped by them. Or perhaps, there was abuse from them that overshadowed the love that was there. Our parents, or the...

I had gone through many experiences while growing up that made me believe in spirit guides through different things I had felt, seen, and heard, and even in dreams. In 1986 I began to consciously develop a relationship with them. I believed that by doing so, they could help me with my healing and in every area of my life. I was right. I worked every day to learn to hear and feel them. I asked them to help me with this. I asked them to help me to learn to trust them and the information I was...