“Hard times require furious dancing,” wrote Alice Walker, and it seems we have entered into some pretty hard times. Shall we dance?
I ventured outdoors the other day protected by gloves and a mask, and while I was starkly made aware of the new normal we’re all navigating – schools, parks and businesses closed, transportation limited, etc. – I was humbled by Mother Nature’s insistence that the season of spring in these parts would continue as planned.
A client said to me during a coaching session last week, “I can be the certainty amidst change all on my own.” Let this be a mantra for you on this day, and in the weeks that follow, because change is here.
“The overwhelming influence of astrological transits will be felt by everyone, including me, but in different ways. The universe isn’t singling any of us out. It is simply asking us all to evolve. Cosmic twists and turns begin right at the start of the year.”
I wrote the above last December of 2019 in my introduction to your 2020 annual horoscopes.
“Self-care” was the topic of discussion with many clients last week. In fact, it came up so much that I am concerned the significance of “self-care” may have become obsolete now that the concept is so trendy.
Greetings from Philadelphia! I am back in the city of brotherly love where I grew up to start a brand-new life chapter.
We have officially reached the end of the Zodiac calendar as we enter the season of Pisces. Pisces is the last sign of the Zodiac, said to embody the traits of all the signs that precede it. This represents a time of transcendence, where we leave the physical (earth) plane behind and begin our ascension toward a more metaphysical (spiritual) plane.
“When people show you their red flags, show them your white flags and peace out.” -Unknown
I recently met a guy who I really liked. We had a great first date, great conversation, and we made plans to see each other again. We ended with a long walk and a kiss on each cheek.
I had every intention of writing a blog and sending out my newsletter last week. But then, I found out with the rest of the world that Kobe Bryant and his daughter, Gianna, died in a private plane crash that killed seven other people.
A friend asked if I would vote my conscience in the democratic primaries, or if I would vote for the candidate who could defeat Donald Trump. I responded that I would vote my conscience. There is a lot at stake, and it has little to do with #45.