If we don't believe in our ability to meet our needs, when we think our well-being depends solely on those around us, then our wild creativity gets boxed up and stashed in the attic.

This is the bridge of goodbye across hearts, from one plane to the next.

There is peace here, and there is love. There's no place I'd rather be.

My summer in a tomato is about my whole garden in a tomato, my whole life and all my dreams, as condensed into one small fruit.

I found a place of infinite love within me to bridge these seemingly finite gaps, to reassure my friend that we are never and will never be without one another.

Sometimes, we're open to a gift when we understand its benefits. Knowing how Priming benefits my mind and body makes it easier for me to fit it in each morning.

People make different choices around safety. What I consider dangerous, you might find to be a cakewalk. But maybe one of us is not fully informed.

Being an elder is a choice, a practice. It’s easy to drift into anger, despair, and powerlessness by watching the headlines. Herd mentality. Your mood, your life chosen for you. Helpless and hopeless.

Isn’t all of life a series of decisions? Carefully, we choose what we love most. We gather to us the people, places, and things that align with our heart of hearts.

The sweetness is in remembering that we can be here for all of it. We can appreciate the opportunity to learn and grow. The running chance at patience. This is the long game.

Big projects call for shifting my joy practice into high gear. My joy doesn't naturally climb in the face of adversity. I make the shift because feeling good matters. When I put my attention on what's needed to find my way to joy, I get there faster.

Abundance is in community. Thank goodness that community, like gratitude, always stretches further than we might ever have imagined.

What I love about life is how we often get to "do over" the parts we had no control over, the parts that didn't go so well as a kid.

She flies to the rooftop over my outdoor office, shouting her appreciation for the peanuts I left out.

We never grow in isolation. Our thoughts and words have runners. Like the strawberry, we leave before us and behind us tiny ideas in the heads of others, baby thoughts that expand and become things.

I think of the thousands of seeds we cast daily in our celebrations and grievances. The seeds of dreams planted in our psyches and in the psyches of others as we share our dreams with them.

Balancing the brain's negativity bias by celebrating 3 wins turned things around.

I don’t run out of opportunities to practice joy in my life. Priming sets me on that path in the morning and reminds me of my joy along the way.

Transformation isn't always easy or comfortable. It is inevitable. When you choose to take charge of your growth, the discomfort is easier to manage. The clarity feels welcome.

What a wonder nature is, and we, as a joyful part of it. We may be fed by beauty so many times—as we gaze, as we harvest, as we create food, and as we are fed by it all.

I had to overcome the “why me?” I could scarcely believe it was my job alone to turn this around, but what were the options?