What do you do when faced with life or death? Do you know? Do you stand there, frozen in fear? Do you collapse upon yourself, unable to bear your own powerlessness, a victim of circumstance? Do you push back, threaten, overpower? You might experience any of these in varying degrees…

The rug is pulled out. I stand on nothing. How can I choose, how can I live? My heart sinks, contracts. My throat tries to close. Tears pour out of my eyes. It’s like falling and falling and falling without ever touching ground. I am terrified because I don’t know. …

When I heard the word “rage”, I used to immediately think “violence”. Aggression. Destruction. Out of control. Unreasonable. Not okay. My guess is that most of you have gone to school. In school, when you don’t speak the “right” answer, you are “wrong”. You are a “bad” student. …

Tears consistently throw themselves over the cliff of my eyelids as I shout, “I feel angry because you never listen to me!” My nails dig into the palms of my hands. I blame him. Make myself the victim again. …

Have you ever thought of what it means to be present? I used to think that being present meant emptiness. For 10 years, I was a disciplined Yoga practitioner, pushing thoughts away, emptying my mind. I built a wall, and put my thoughts, feelings, impressions and intuitions on one side…

Forests. Lusciously green, water-dripping, sunlight-drinking, collaborative, air-producing vegetation. Brimming with insects and critters and animals going about, eating and socializing and building nests and defecating plant-food that fertilizes the forests seeds and feeds them all over again. Can you see it? The sensation of the humous between my toes. Cool…