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Many years ago I was struck by a metaphor used by New Age guru, Louise Hay. Louise spoke about the importance of choosing thoughts that nourish us. In doing so, she asked us to imagine going out to a fancy restaurant where waiters carried platters of food on silver trays. What will we select from those platters?  Do we choose the meal that is delectable and makes us feel good, or do we want to consume food that is rotten, making us ill? Louise tells us that thoughts are like food. We get to choose what we feed ourselves. It was from this seemingly simple idea that Ms. Hay became the reigning queen of AFFIRMATIONS, the use of positive statements to enhance our inner and outer world. Keeping with this notion of what we ingest from day to day, I propose another area in our lives where we must become vigilant to “ingest” only that which makes us feel good. I am speaking about culture and what our culture tells us about being a woman and a human being. I have become very mindful over the...

I have been doing some thinking about a follow-up to my first blog. As with everything in life, there are many layers to all things. The first blog spoke to the beauty of seeing the light in all things. So for round two, let's flip that first blog on its tush and see what comes up . . . We all have bad days. What happens at those times when we simply cannot put our face towards the sun? We may know that this would be best for us, we may want to simply turn our head in a different direction and see the light, yet we just can't get there. What stops us? How can we find new ways of seeing when our eyes are cloudy? When we are challenged to see the light before us, it is because we have dimmed our spirit. We dim our spirit by denying the depth and bredth of who we are and what we feel When our eyes cannot see clearly, when we are feeling knotted up inside, the best thing we can give ourselves is the gift of our feelings. When we feel tight in the body, it is our body's way of telling us...

Have you ever had a seemingly benign moment linger through your consciousness for years and years to come? I would like to share one of mine . . . Many years ago, in a previous life, I was an elementary school teacher in Brooklyn.I worked in a school where little value was given to the children and families that attended. There were literally no supplies for my kids. No pencils, no paper, and worst of all, no textbooks. Most of the curriculum I was supposed to teach had to be home grown. This meant that I would stay up until all hours of the night creating lessons and such from scratch. As hard as this time was, it was also incredibly exciting for me. I had the opportunity to give my kids the support, attention and genuine caring that they so deserved, yet rarely received at school. My kids blossomed academically, but more importantly, they grew in themselves in ways that empowered them and gave them important lessons for living life. We were all very blessed in my classroom. I...