When trauma and karma run our lives, we experience:

• Body tension, pain, and compulsive behaviors.
• Anxious, critical thoughts and self-doubt.
• Relationship misunderstandings, power struggles, and lack of connection.
• Professional loss of direction, stress, lack of...

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When trauma and karma run our lives, we experience:

• Body tension, pain, and compulsive behaviors.
• Anxious, critical thoughts and self-doubt.
• Relationship misunderstandings, power struggles, and lack...

A reader who’s left the corporate world and is embarking on a new entrepreneurial venture sent this question:
“At what point does being ‘responsible’ shift into just being caught in a negative mindset where it’s all about avoiding risk and liability?

When does due...

Imagine that you’ve gone to your favorite food market to pick up something for dinner. You’re scanning the bread shelves looking for a tasty loaf, wondering, “Hmmm, gluten-free? Rye? Sourdough?”

Then, you hear someone calling your name. What do you do next?

You turn in the...

Before a caterpillar can become a butterfly, it must become goo.
Within the cocoon, as the form of the caterpillar totally dissolves, it turns to a liquid that is rich with nutrients and potential. From that goo, the butterfly is formed.

Within the goo are what biologists call imaginal...

There’s a truck turning around in front of my house.
It’s beep-beep-beeping as it backs up, goes forward, backs up, and goes forward – in order to turn around. It performs this beeping pirouette four times an hour . . . all day long. The construction company that building 19...

We had gathered to celebrate our friend’s 60^th birthday. Between sips of chai tea and bites of dhal, I was catching up with the woman sitting next to me. We hadn’t talked in 6 months. She was relating her recent relationship adventures.

“When I met him,” she said,...

When I was in my twenties and recently married, my father-in-law invited me to join him for a Sunday morning golf game. I’d never played a round of real golf only the miniature kind. But, given that I was the hippy-new-son-in-law, how could I say no?

I stepped up to the first tee.
I swung....