Ever had one of those mornings where you look in the mirror and your hair seems to have plotted against you overnight? Where no amount of brushing, combing, or styling products can tame the wild beast that is your mane?

The world is a complex exchange of light and shadow, joy and despair, peace and conflict. Acknowledging this duality is not about diminishing the gravity of suffering but about affirming the resilience of the human spirit.

Have you ever marveled at the night sky, those twinkling stars whispering the secrets of the universe? There's a profound, almost magical truth hidden in their glow, but we too, are made of stardust. There’s a spiritual confirmation of our connection to the universe, it's a reminder that within each of us lies the potential for greatness. If we are made of the same stuff as stars, how can we be anything but extraordinary?

In a world that often demands we hustle through our days, finding moments of pure joy can seem like a quest for a hidden treasure. Yet, sometimes, this treasure lies not in grand achievements or milestones but in the simple delights that life offers. For me, this joy is captured perfectly in bubbles.

In the quest for self-love and personal growth, we often focus on cultivating positivity, embracing our strengths, and nurturing our passions. However, I’m learning true self-love requires us to journey deeper, into the world of our own shadows.

Each of us carries within a distinct blend of talents, insights, and heart, our superpowers. These aren’t just skills we’ve honed over the years but are reflections of our deepest selves. They’re what make us shine brightly, even in the darkest of times, providing hope and inspiration to those around us.

Motherhood is a journey that reshapes the heart, soul, and the very essence of our being. It's a role filled with unparalleled love, boundless dedication, and the constant juggling of needs, wants, and dreams; both ours and those of our little ones. Recently, as I watched my grand-daughter for five days and nights, I was whisked back to the days when I was a young mother, navigating the hectic yet fulfilling waters of parenting.

A score of 1 out of 5 on the relevance of material stood glaring back at me (1 being the worst and 5 being the best). For a moment, it felt as though all the positive energy had been sucked out of my heart. Shocked and momentarily disheartened, I found myself questioning everything.

As the month of love blossoms around us, with its heart-shaped confections and red roses, let's not forget the most profound love affair we can ever embark on; the one with ourselves. February, with Valentine's Day at its heart, is often draped in the language of love shared with others. Yet, it's a poignant reminder that to pour out love abundantly, we must first fill our own cup.

As the winter wind whispers through the trees and the world dons its snowy blanket, there’s something about the crisp, cold air that beckons the outdoors, inviting us to relive the joyous, unbridled fun of the past. Recently, a simple family gathering turned into an evening brimming with laughter, playful competition, and the kind of pure joy that you typically only see in children. It was a reminder that sometimes, all it takes to reconnect with our youthful spirit is a snowy hill, sleds, a snowboard, and the company of loved ones.

During the session I led the group through a powerful visualization exercise, and encouraged each participant to step into the shoes of the clients, feeling their struggles, aspirations, and experiences. This exercise wasn't just about understanding their needs but about connecting with their humanity on a deeper level. As Henry David Thoreau eloquently put it, “Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?”

In the quiet whispers of the wind and common everyday life, I have always felt a presence, ethereal yet profoundly reassuring, the presence of angels. Their existence, woven with threads of faith and mystery, has been a source of fascination and comfort in my life. As a life coach and spiritual seeker, I cherish the idea that these celestial guardians are with us, silently guiding, protecting, and enriching our lives with their heavenly wisdom.

In a world bustling with endless possibilities and paths, how often do we pause and ask ourselves, are we truly living the life we desire? It’s a world that often emphasizes what we have over how we feel, and it's easy to forget that the essence of life is not in the material, but in the experiential. The art of manifesting isn’t just about acquiring things; it’s about creating a life that resonates with how we want to feel and who we aspire to become.

Creating a new chapter in your life is like being the author of your own story. Each decision you make, every goal you set, and all the small steps you take are the sentences and paragraphs that fill the pages of this new chapter.

Ah, holidays! A time for joy, laughter, and ... potato peeling? Yes, you read that right. In our family, the Christmas holiday isn't complete without the legendary Potato Peel-Off, a tradition upheld by me, and my brothers Jeff and Greg for years, until my nephew Chase was added to the mix. And most recently, one that has now blossomed into a full-fledged family affair.

As the final pages of the current year turn, the allure of a fresh start beckons. The New Year stands before us, not just as a time marker, but as a beacon of new beginnings and opportunities. It’s the perfect moment to determine what’s important, create goals, and chart a course toward a year of triumphs and joy.

Grief extends its reach beyond death. It touches the corners of our lives where dreams lay dormant, where paths were not taken, and where the life we envisioned remains but a whisper. This form of grief is subtle, often unacknowledged, yet it weighs heavily on the soul. It's the pang of regret for the career not pursued, the book not written, or the love not confessed. It's mourning for a version of life that exists only in the world of “what if.”

In our fast-paced world, the concept of community might seem like a quaint relic of the past. However, my personal experiences over the last few years have profoundly shown me that being in a community, even virtually, is more relevant and beneficial than ever. Whether it’s working out with a friend or joining a meditation group, the act of coming together, even remotely, offers a multitude of benefits that enrich our lives in various ways.