I was recently asked by someone if I have a daily spiritual practice. The question caught me off guard and I had to stop and think. Do I? If I do, what is it? What inspires me from day to day and brings me a deeper sense of connection to myself, the world as a whole, and everything that exists beyond? In that moment I was stumped and my lack of response left me sad. In the following weeks I tried to pay attention to anything that might fill my personal need for a spiritual practice. I was surprised to notice that it was actually already present here and there in my life: practicing yoga in my kitchen (not what I’d consider a “spiritual” environment, but it’s the best flat surface

I am a dreamer. I love the bizarre nature of dreams, the symbolism, heightened and revealing emotion, and sudden realizations that can all come from drifting off to sleep. I can recall at the age of 4 waking in a panic from a dream where I was caught in the wind from holding an umbrella. I flew this way and that, swishing through the air high above trees and buildings. I frantically clutched the cold handle on my yellow ducky umbrella wondering how I was ever going to get down. In all its vividness, I was utterly confused when I woke up safe and sound in bed. It’s the first dream I remember and, even in its panic, it started me on wonderful journey! Recently I’ve again found myself

I am an extra happy editor today, since I found two soon-to-be-released titles in my mailbox! Since these are the first books I started working with a year ago, what better way could there be to begin a day?  I've anticipated not only the moment when I would be able to hold the fresh and finished copies in my hands, but also the time I could purchase and pass along the valuable stories and guidance to my family, and here's why: The first, By Morning's Light, is Ginny Brock's story of the year following her son's death and the reconnection she found with him in spirit through dreams, signs, synchronicities, and even direct communication. Her story is one of gaining self-trust in

This year I threw out the idea of writing my yearly resolution(s). While declarations and promises are fine and dandy and have even served me well in the past, I simply didn't have the energy for it this year. I could blame it on the flu that plagued me, but more honestly my heart just wasn't in it. Normally I savor my yearly reflection on past and projection into future, so this was definitely new. Partly I suppose the word "resolution" has almost become a dirty word for me around this time of year. Media hypes New Year resolutions so much that dieting and exercise almost become the assumption. In retaliation, I used to make my goals anything besides health and fitness. Still, my