Silence. Oh what sweet peace you offer my soul. I don’t think we realize how loud our culture has become. And I don’t just mean the...

There’s an expectation and pressure to be jolly and merry in December. We hear promises from songs and commercial advertising that it’s...

In the early morning gloaming, birds greet each other as they shake off slumber and find their breakfast. An owl hoo-hoos nearby. As if...

Every so often on a discovery call with a potential client, we’ll hit up against what I call “the request for the magic pill.” The hope...

Remapping our societal and familial conditioning takes time. Each belief-cluster is tangled up in smaller threads that show up in nuanced...

Whenever we point a finger outward in judgment, we are really pointing at the parts of ourselves we’re not willing to own. We can only...

I believe that at the soul level, we ask for certain life experiences for the purpose of experiencing it. At the human body level, we...

Five years ago, if you would have told me that in April of 2021, I would embark on a plant medicine retreat in Peru, I would have laughed...

Folks have been asking me why I decided to create the Institute for Nature Centered Coaching. For as long as I can remember, Nature has bee

Anger, while an uncomfortable emotion, is good information to know. It tells us something is out of alignment. It shows us when a boundary h

Our inner critic can be oh-so-convincing sometimes, especially when she works under the umbrella of self-improvement. I don’t know about you

When a technique works for my own healing, I add it to my toolkit to offer to my clients. This personal experience with breathwork led me to

Last week, I received an urgent text from a friend asking for time to talk about a personal matter. I was not prepared for the resulting...

We can learn a lot from animals. Aside from always living in the present moment, without allowing the past or worry of the future to bog the

One of the most physically challenging experiences I have ever had was climbing to the base of the namesake towers in Las Torres del Paine N

You’re about to head down a dark, wallowing hole into the icy waters of grief. It’s frigid there and the air is thick and heavy, making it h

It’s easy to get caught in the compare and despair trap when others appear to have more, achieved farther and look better.

I read a blog entitled “ The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.” (B. Ware) It caused me to think about the regrets of the bereaved as well.

When someone you love is self-destructing, a natural instinct may be to jump into rescue mode. Ever since our mom committed suicide...

After my mom’s suicide, I read her prayer journals. The final six-months of entries were variations of : “Please, Lord, let me feel love."