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A bedrock of excitement is the very essence of fear.

I was born, then shrunk. We are born free, then bind ourselves in woolen gossamer, tucking our tails, and sighing as others do the same. I used to think I breathed with my lungs. The pump at my center moves me. As a child I covered it in response to what I’d seen. Then love prodded it open again. But ...

My older son just headed back to college after being home for a week for spring break. Arriving home from the airport early this morning, I was struck by a sliver of the sadness I felt dropping him off at school last fall. There in our living room, listening to some of his music, I had a few insights. I share ...

The impenetrability of the interior dimension, its secrecy, is what makes it so very precious and so very sacred.

A horrifying nightmare leads to a new understanding of the story of Medusa, as metaphor for the evolution of human consciousness.

We make our writing a gift when it comes from the heart rather than from the ego.

As medium has become message, we must learn to see more deeply, beyond our distracted, glassy reflections.

Our Magic, our Beauty, is our Ability to break through the bonds of habitual patterns in our minds and connect with this Greater Source of Creative Inspiration.

Putting too much of our ego in business can lead to poorer performance, loss of mission, and personal unhappiness.