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I remember the moment I committed to a life of joy. It was when Jerry, of Conversations with Jerry and Other People I Thought Were Dead, says that, in the spirit world, he flows from one joyous experience to the next, guided by wisdom. I was inspired to do the same in the physical world.
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The ultimate freedom is the freedom to choose our response in each moment. Will we rush through it—barely noticing it on our way to a moment we think will satisfy us—or will we choose to contribute our satisfaction, our authenticity, and our wholeness to the moment, regardless of circumstance?

I travelled to Eastern Europe in September of 2005 as part of a Global Volunteer Program, and spent two weeks holding and caring for babies at a Romanian orphanage. I was placed in charge of eight… Continue

I was talking with a man recently who’d been caring for his dying father.

"I left him to take care of some personal business,” he said. "I knew I shouldn’t have gone because something inside told me not to go. But I didn’t listen. My father died while I was gone."

Regret. The word originates from Old French, regreter, ‘bewail (the dead),' feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, esp. a loss or missed opportunity)

"If only I’d been a be… Continue

In this post, I'll use my experience with Ringo (see Part 1), to demonstrate self-forgiveness,a powerful tool in service to inner healing. There are four steps to this process.

Step 1. I give voice to my feelings of sadness, frustration, anger and fear. I honor my process by creating a safe space in which I can allow whatever I'm feeling to come forward. I may cry, scream, yell or laugh; I just let it come out without judging it. I do this for myself and with myself in the… Continue

In the "Share Your Story" section of the website, Nini responded to Roy's story, "Communicating with My Life Partner," with a story about Sam, her cat, who died in her arms. I extend kudos to both of you for sharing such heartfelt experiences.

Nini's story caused me to reflect on my dog Ringo, who died after being hit by a car when I was fifteen. As I ran to his side, he acknowledged my presence with one last wag of his tail. I was devastated. I blamed myself for his death. I also blamed my mom… Continue