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This morning, while reflecting on my last unpleasant visit to a doctor, I wrote a letter in my journal as a way to work through my frustration. A letter I wish I could send to every ‘checked out’ healthcare provider.

Cheryl Richardson > Why You Need To Experience A Moment of Transcendence

This morning I had a beautiful experience.  I’d just finished watching TV when I decided to get up, put my teacup in the sink, and start the day.  I walked to the window to look out over the reservoir behind my home, and just as I did, I saw two white swans lift up off the water. 

I know life requires us to be present to everything – the success and sadness, the peace and pain.  Learning to be with all of our feelings is fertilizer for growth and healing.

Ever since I was twelve years old I've called myself a writer.  The title felt legit.  I didn't need to publish a book or have a byline in a magazine.  As far as I was concerned, the fact that I kept a journal and wrote in it nearly every day gave me license to call myself a writer.

We’ve all heard it a bazillion times, that a practice of gratitude can heal and transform. But it’s so easy to forget how powerful it is until we stumble upon these moments.

I wasn't planning on writing a blog about Father's Day today.  But I changed my mind after watching a music video by Peter Gabriel about his father.

Cheryl Richardson > Who's leading the Dance of your Life?

This morning I sat in my living room with a cup of tea and Poupon nestled on my lap ready to watch Super Soul Sunday on OWN.

I woke this morning feeling a bit tender. It's Mother's Day here in the states and as I got out of bed to face the day, I was hit with an unexpected wave of sadness at not having had children. 

Cheryl Richardson > Are You Serving The Wrong Master?

Yesterday, after a long walk on a cold, windy day here in Toronto, I did something kind for myself. I was sitting in my hotel room, answering email and finishing up some work, when I looked over at the end of the bed and noticed the sun had cast a pool of light across the comforter. 

Yesterday I had a shame attack. I woke up after a long night's sleep, recovering from leading a five-day retreat, and found a post on Facebook from an angry participant who called me rude and suggested that I was a fraud.

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