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

In my experience, whatever Current Issue is on my plate to be dealt with isn't the real issue.  The real issue is the pattern of behavior that is being illuminated by the Current Issue. Case in point: I had an authority figure who seemed bent on disregarding input from me. When I looked at the... Learn More

As an ever-evolving human being, my intent is to stay aware of the cutting edge of my own growth. It is what I teach, preach and live (except for those Bad Hair Days, of course). Over the past 30 years, I have honed my Spiritual Warrior energy, passionate about my vision for what's possible for... Learn More

In days of yore, when an archer missed the red bull’s eye on the target, it was called a “sin.” And back then, "sin" meant missing the mark. No biggie. And if I, as an archer, sinned to the right, I simply drew another arrow from my quiver, nocked it, adjusted my aim a bit... Learn More