Run your fingers through this mala. Thumbing each bead with the intention of releasing the blame you hold against them. Forgiveness. Feel love and veritable compassion for them. They are operating from their own learned programming. Perhaps, they do not have the same tools as you. Understanding. Focus on compassion for yourself. You have a fresh start in the next moment to clean up your messes, learn from your mistakes and do better next time. Tenderness. If you would

Goodbye dear Shan. Goodbye to who you have always been. Shan lived in survival mode for so long her body could not handle it. It broke down—leaving her bedridden, in pain and in a black void of depression. She carried other’s burdens like they were hers—her mother’s, her father’s, her friends, co-workers and ancestors. No one ever asked her to pick up their worries, fears or heartaches, but she cared so deeply for them that she felt she had no choice, as to set them down me

When asked earlier in my life if I would write my story and allow others to read it, I laughed out loud and replied, “Maybe someday.” In the back of my mind I knew I had a plethora of stories to tell, but the process of actually sitting and writing the book…well…it lived in a one day, someday imaginary world.