What Does A Spiritual Practice Mean?
I often see tag lines on T-shirts, bumper stickers, bracelets, wall hangings, throw pillows, or elsewhere, such as Be Kind, Kindness Matters, Good Vibes Only, Believe in Yourself, Life is Good, Gratitude—all pointing to a growing awareness of values that are...
Are You in Step With Your Life?
It finally feels like fall. There’s a nip in the air and I have the impulse to wear something warm. Transitions began a while ago while the leaves were still green—nests empty as children leave for the first day of kindergarten, the high schooler becomes independent...
Life Lessons from A Starving Artist
What does it mean to live with reverence? What does it take? Watching Kishore paint gave me the words I was searching for. Living with reverence is having the courage to follow the call of your soul. Listening to Kishore talk about his work, it’s easy to be touched...
Are You Willing to Lift Someone Up?
The big day arrived…the opening of Kishore’s solo exhibition. His parents would not be able to visit. He wanted my mother and an older artist he had invited to light the ceremonial lamp to inaugurate the exhibition. I called my mother. I felt overwhelmed by the weight...
Can You Trust Yourself in the Midst of Change?
I left the world of finance and academia and entered the woo-woo world of flower essences. This was an abrupt and dramatic shift. I felt like an outcast on both sides of the great divide. Stripped of a title, without a clearly defined job, I struggled to explain what...
Are You Struggling Against the Flow of Life
I teach high school children leadership and I didn’t feel that I could teach my kids to “Lift Someone Up” if I couldn’t do that myself. I decided therefore, that I would help Kishore sell a few of his paintings- -just enough to help him stand on his own two feet so he...
Can You Make Space for the Flow of Life?
A few years after she met him at the gallery, Kishore came to my mother asking for financial help to pay for the brochures and gallery costs for his first solo show. My mother called me, like she did the time before. Then, she had bought his big painting for me. Now,...
Are You Open to Your Creative Flow?
It was not rush hour, yet the streets were packed with cars and drivers shuttling the women of the house to work, shopping and the clubs. My mother would jostle with the drivers for parking, maneuvering her little red car into an impossibly tight parking space. It had...