This weekend my 9-month-old granddaughter is visiting me, with her parents.

And, for the fifth season, I’m walking alongside forty-eight remarkable, wise and powerful women as they journey through the miracle of discovery and creative exploration that is Become Your …

This Fall has been a time of accelerating change, in the lives of so many of us, and in the life of our world.

For the most part, these are changes we have actively chosen — and they are evolutionary …

This four-minute video poem–my very first!–emerges from my deep desire to see you and every one you love shine your light in the world, joyfully, freely, fully.

Free of the Not-Enoughs and Shoulds–the Have-To’s and Maybe’s and But’s–may you discover, …

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As I sit, writing, at my desk on this October morning, the sky is just beginning to emerge in shades of pale gray, streaked with persimmon along the Eastern horizon.

The story the season tells is written in the clouds …

Last summer, I was talking with a client whose normally successful business was experiencing a slump. Sales were down. Product returns were up.

She knows her work is valuable. She knows her business makes a tremendous contribution to her clients …

It’s five-thirty in the morning, and dark.

Dark when I wake up. Dark when I go to bed. Murky, much of the day — autumn clouds, mist and rain muffle the contours of the Pacific Northwest landscape where I live.…

This week, I began teaching the fourth session of my 12-week program, Become Your Own Business Adviser. And, since the program is all about working with the powers of wholeness and subtle energy to create a vision and make …

On this rainy Sunday morning, I’m sitting at my desk in my lovely new home, looking out across a pewter sea to a horizon obscured by shifting clouds.

These past few weeks, change has shaken the foundations of our world, …

Outside my window, on this January morning, the world is gray and black. A thick fog obscures the horizon, veiling everything but the foreground in gray. Shaggy cedar trees, their branches blackly etched against the sliding mists, lumber skyward.

In …