This week’s Meditation, Clinging, is now available for your viewing pleasure. With love,Angie var googleSearchIframeName = ‘googleSearchUnitIframe’; var googleSearchFrameWidth = 700; var googleSearchFrameborder = 0 ; var googleSearchDomain = ‘www.google.com’;
…and here is what we discussed… In the center of the room was a bistro table with two chairs. Upon the table top was a single candle. The flame swayed […]
I am sighing into the dayAware of my own presenceFeeling my bodyListening to the rainI feel powerfulLike I could do anything todayIs it the rainOr is it because I am […]
On Saturday, in ALC, I asked for support, even though I was absolutely terrified to do so. In front of my friends – about 30 people in all there – […]
Tonight, when I arrived home, dad and his wife were in the kitchen. The house smelled delumptious and I was grateful for that because I was ravenous to the point […]
This morning, I am breathing. I commit to consciously breathing. I am feeling the movement of the breath and how it fills my body and feels in my body. I […]
My latest Meditation of the Week, It’s All About the Speed, is now available for your viewing pleasure! With love,Angie var googleSearchIframeName = ‘googleSearchUnitIframe’; var googleSearchFrameWidth = 700; var googleSearchFrameborder […]
I feel JOY! I feel excited that I am opening to a life wherein I work with other forward-thinking geniuses that love to be in their authentic selves! I have […]
I have discovered that I am allergic to some essential oils and I feel sad about that because if I am going to smell pretty, I would rather it be […]
It’s All About the Speed I was sixteen and excited to be an “official” adult. I had my first job at McDonald’s and that summer flew by in a whiz […]
I am grateful that it is a beautiful day in my hometown, that the sky is clear, crystalline blue and the sun is shining brightly. I am grateful because I […]
I dreamt last night of my life-long, best friend who died at about this time three years ago. I awoke with my heart aching to hear his voice, my eyes […]