In astrology, the balsamic moon, also known as the waning crescent moon, is said to have several spiritual meanings.

Another winter season is ending and the suggestions of spring have captured my attention. I am aware of the lighter energy that comes with the budding flowers and green.

"There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.” Shel Silverstein

While high as a kite during a recent therapeutic experience with Ketamine, I experienced the feeling of loving the people closest to me from a perspective of being connected versus being attached.

I think nature is fucking magical. I spend time in nature to fill myself, to wander, play, think, and heal broken parts of myself.

Sometimes we hear only what we want to hear, just as we see only what we want to believe. If triggered, our biases filter out the true message with any communication.

I am sharing Inspiring words from my band of angels. I am going to write from my notes, as was conveyed to me through a medium, Whitney Lamb.

Whether man, woman, he, she, them, they, Atheist, Agnostic, Christian, Jewish, Buddist, Muslim, Hindi, or haven’t ever given it any thought, we all can…

Be Kind. Share. Be generous. Listen. Lead by example. Love easily. Look for the good where you can find it.

Waking I lay still, expanding my awareness

I am alone and unafraid

I knew at that moment I would disappear.

You said, “It’s hard on me”.

I am obsessed with the concept of experiencing silence. I am uncertain what it is I seek from experiencing silence.

What is your primary bias that influences the way you live and the choices you make?

There was a time in my life I bristled hearing the expression self love, learning there was a thing, a practice, of loving oneself.

I have loved, and I am loved

My heart is filled with gladness

It is often said that endings bring new beginnings. When one door closes another opens. These phrases imply there is opportunity in the unknown, or maybe something better suited for us awaits.

In solitude, I have discovered I am a part of something great, greater than myself. I have discovered I am a part of nature.

In Costa Rica, the veil between the physical and spiritual realm is thin for me.

Two weeks ago the story I was telling myself was “too much”, as in, all that I was attempting to do was too much to handle.

I have experienced a couple of difficult and chaotic weeks.

I have the wisdom and tools to avoid difficult and chaotic weeks.