The only meditation style I ever studied quickly became the exact right fit for me, because it is a creative style.

My first meditation class helped me become conscious of energy, which I already knew about on some level, but it didn’t feel quite real to me. Maybe that was because I had no idea how to work with energy consciously.

It’s that time again. You’d think I’d be used to this by now, but I’m still hitting that old familiar resistance.

Big time change is here, again, and though I’m welcoming this one, it’s a bit nerve wracking. I know that if I allow myself to roll with it, it will get easier. Still, part of me is fighting letting go of the old identity I’ve been hauling around.

The transformation is here to give me more space and freedom to be exactly who I am. The demands I’ve placed upon myself to make sense and be responsible, are falling away. Yet part of me resists.