Going through a Clearing Process (as taught in the More To Life Weekend), I uncovered an ancient belief that I am only a worker bee, committed to empowering others. In and of myself, I am not treasured, therefore I am un-treasure-able. Even now I can feel the low-level pain that belief has wrought in my... Learn More

A couple of times a year, New Year's Eve and my birthday, which are conveniently 6 months apart (winter and summer soltices also work), I have an intention to review my life – checking to see if I still want to do what I am doing, be how I am being. Or are there things... Learn More

At the edge of the souk was a snake charmer, playing his flute (aka pungi) while a cobra swayed to the refrain. I wanted to see it. I'd never before seen a snake charmer. Felipe warned me, "They'll want money." I was good with that. As I headed in that direction, a guy came out... Learn More

Saeed, the night manager at the Riad Hamdane, assured me that Moroccans visit hammams weekly; polishes the skin, says Felipe. OK, I'm in. It was one of those adventures that I was sure I was going to like. All 5 of us, Valerie Burson, Kirsty Morris, Susan Wright, Felipe Gomez, and I, arrived at the... Learn More

It’s almost midnight, June 4, and I’m by myself on the rooftop garden of my hotel in Morocco – waiting for the lunar eclipse. That’s my surface story. In truth, I am enjoying the cool, desert breeze on my skin (so refreshing after the intense heat of the afternoon) and the myriad sounds of music/people... Learn More

  This one was just too good not to pass on to everyone. My last post was all about this. Come to think about it, almost all my posts are about discovering poo or getting free of poo or focusing on a Life that is more congruent with the best in us! What Deja Poo... Learn More