When I look back on the times I was really struggling, one of the things that aggravated me was my propensity to judge myself about how sick I was, though I didn’t see it that way at the time.

There are some people that can heal miraculously from chronic ailments or overcome major life struggles and others that get stuck. Ever wondered why?

Because I believe that wholeness lies deep within each of us, I've been willing to take on some patients/students who've been very sick.

Our emotional wounds can attach to physical injuries or even to diseases. This pattern is often buried deep within the psyche and hard to identify.

Similar principles apply to healing racism and disease. In both cases, we need to shine a light on the wound so we can see it in the light of day.

I don’t think I’m racist, I believe everyone should be treated equally, but I’ve come to see that I’m not yet an anti-racist.

The power of somatic or body-based practices, like meditation and inner listening, is that they transfer knowledge from your mind into real experiences in your body.

I used to underestimate gratitude, equating my perception of its usefulness to self-help precepts like positive thinking.

I’m resharing this post I wrote a few years ago when I was deep in post-concussion healing.

This poem inspires and humbles me. It reminds me how to be in right relationship with my body.

Coronavirus is increasing the load each of us is carrying, and as that load continues to rise over time, it will aggravate our underlying conditions or our weakest links.

When I look back on the times I was really struggling, one of the things that aggravated me was my propensity to judge myself about how sick I was, though I didn’t see it that way at the time.

Comparing yourself to your perception of how another person is doing is unhealthy in all aspects of life but it’s particularly destructive in healing.

There's a great difference between fighting back against your disease and keeping your faith that you will heal.

Why is presence so hard to achieve? Why can't we still our minds and rest into the peace that we know, in theory, is possible if we could only be present?

As the days and weeks pass and we're still living in isolation, I'm seeing new patterns emerge in my family that seem reflective of the larger societal change we need to make.

I keep writing about tools for radical healing, even though I know many people have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m driven to convey what I’ve learned because I know what hopelessness feels like.

It's possible that I may just be a hermit, like my kids have called me for years. I don't like the societal circumstances that are causing me to stay home but that actual staying home part isn't that hard for me.